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Rating: Mature

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader

Characters: Reader, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Author Has Played Call of Duty, Childhood Friends, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, Civilian!Reader, Pre-Canon, Jealousy, Angst, Kissing, Mild Smut, Time Skips, Brother's Best Friend, Toxic Family Dynamics, Eventual Smut, Drama, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Minor Age Gap

Words: 9,080| Chapters: 4/5

Authors: @orphancains & @collinnmckinley

Chapter 4: The Engagement Party

Chapter Summary: You're invited to Matty's engagement party and run into a familiar face—only for everything to seemingly fall apart.

A/N: agian we are extremely apologetic for the late update. life got hectic for both of us and hit us like a bus. and we were too exahsted from everything to even think about writing. but here we are!!! with a longer chapter to make it up to yall!! we really hope you enjoy this one c: only one chapter left to go ;) (likes and reblogs are appreciated <3)

the fic can also be found on AO3

tags will be updated!!

You felt nauseous at the thought of returning home for Matty’s engagement party. You’d been living out of town, happy with your job as an architect even if it meant you sometimes went months without seeing family. But you preferred it that way, with less judgment from your parents for choosing to postpone your own engagement yet again.

With your boyfriend Richard’s arm around your waist, you braced yourself for the booming cheers from your mother and father when they saw you. Immediately, they enveloped you in hugs and shook you with delight.

“[Y/N], oh, it’s so good to see you! We’ve missed you so much.”

“The drive must’ve been tiring, huh? How’s work been, Richard?”

“[Y/N], your figure looks great! And that skirt is gorgeous!”

Ah, yes. The skirt Richard picked out for me.

Your mother’s wrinkled, smiling eyes rubbed your back as you made your way to the living room for a drink, while Richard stayed in the hall with your father, enraptured in more dull small talk. The stiff smile you had kept carved on your face all this time suddenly melted into a real one when you saw Bear, your dog, laying on the ground.

You knelt down immediately to pet him, forgetting the drink your mom was getting you. You rubbed your hands through his long, brown fur as he wagged his tail back and forth. He panted excitedly, leaning up trying to lick your cheek. You laughed. “I’m glad you’re looking good, Bear,” you said to the dog. He had been staying comfortably with your mother for the past 6 months, enjoying her leftovers but far away from you. Every night, you wished you could cuddle up with the dog. But Richard insisted that no dogs be allowed in your apartment.

“ I can’t handle all the hair, especially with it sticking to my suits. And I doubt you’ll have the time to clean up after a German Shepherd’s furballs with your workload ,” you remembered he sourly sneered while he unpacked your boxes all those months ago.

“And Matty?” you asked your mom when she handed you a cup of soda and ice in a red plastic solo, while Bear rolled over on his back elatedly.

“He’s outside entertaining the guests with Elaine.” Your mom grinned. “Her parents seem to be very happy with our arrangement.”

You tried to smile, but a grimace cracked through instead. Ever since you graduated high school, your mother and father had insisted you get married quickly. Matty seemed to have no issue finding the right girl to propose to. You, on the other hand, well… you couldn’t see yourself with Richard. He was protective, he remembered your anniversaries, and he always made the time to take you on dates, to remember your favorite flowers, and always paraded you with pride at his own work parties. But the thought of saying “I do” to the man made your chest bubble with anxiety. And maybe even dread. Sometimes he was too protective, interrupted you too much, and sometimes took his sarcastic jokes too far to the point of cruelty. You were sensitive, ever since your adolescence. But… you could get used to it, right?

“Oh, that’s great news,” you muttered in reply to your mother.

Your mother leered at you from the corner of her eye. A mischievous but scrutinizing twinkle in her eyes. “Yes, it’s just a matter of time before you and Richard have your very own—”

“I should go say hi to Matty, yes?” You got up quickly and brushed the wrinkles from your skirt. “And of course, to my future sister-in-law…” you sputtered out as you scurried past your mother.

When you stepped out onto the back garden, you were hit once again with the warm, thick heat of the Texas night. You saw your brother from behind, with his arm around Elaine, whose long, pin-straight hung like a curtain from behind her, and a cold beer in his hand. You saw they were laughing while they chatted to an older man and woman you didn’t recognize, crinkled skin and silvery but pin-straight thin hair that Elaine had. From what you could guess, they must’ve been Elaine’s parents.

It was hard to hide your joy at seeing your brother. You sauntered up to your brother, wanting to catch up with him. Last time you’d seen him, he’d been arguing with your dad about the very idea of proposing to Elaine. He wanted to wait another couple of months, but your father insisted Elaine would start to get impatient and would find another husband, another arrangement. Your brother had stormed off that day, driven away in his car, uttering nothing more than a “Not now!” at you when you had asked if he was okay.

“Matty!” you called out to your brother from where you stood. Your smile couldn’t get any wider. Yes you spoke with your brother every week when work let you, but it's been a long while since you last saw your brother in person.

So when he heard your voice calling his name, he turned to see you standing there, at your parents backyard porch, waving to him excitedly, he couldn’t help but let out an airy laugh and immediately started to make his way to you. You did the same and both met in the middle as you scooped you in a hug lifting your feet off the ground. Oh how he missed his baby sister. Although all grown up.

Seeing how excitedly Matty basically ran towards you, it made Elaine chuckle and shake her head. She knew how strong the sibling bond you and your brother shared, and she found it extremely endearing and adorable in a way she can never experience, as she was the only child.

As Matty let you down on the ground again, Elaine made her way to greet you. When you saw her you couldn’t help but hug her too. You liked Elaine, she was like a sister you never had, and you couldn’t be happier for both of them.

“It’s so good to see you [Y/N]! We missed you so much” Elaine told you, her smile was bright and contagious. You couldn’t help but to mirror her excitement and feeling.

“It’s good to see you both too! I’m so sorry I couldn’t get earlier work got in the way, and we packed at the last minute-” you expressed how regretful you were about how late you arrived. You truly meant to arrive earlier, to help your brother and his wife-to-be with the arrangement of the party, but the universe had other plans for you.

Before you went on a tangent, Matty cut you off with his usual reassuring demeanor.

“Nonsense! You’re here and that's what matters.” Elaine nodded, as Matty’s hand came around her shoulder. They truly looked like a couple made for each other.

“Oh! Before you go or do anything, I gotta show you who’s here!” Matty said, his excitement meant trouble. For some reason you were worried.

“Oh there he is! Just the man I was looking for hah!” Matty was looking over your shoulder when he spoke.

As you turned around like any normal person would do to see who your brother was talking about, the air was knocked out of you immediately as your eyes landed on him.

“Phil…” you sputtered out, quiet enough for it to be a whisper.

Phillip Graves stood a few feet away from you, far enough to reach in a couple of steps. And that's what he did when your brother called him over. The Phillip Graves was standing in front of you now, except now he was older. His hair was still the light brown, almost blonde hair that had as a teen. His tan skin now was littered with a few scars, on accenting his cheek bone. You remembered he was tall, always athletic, as a kid from playing varsity football and soccer. But now, he had filled out muscles under his burgundy t-shirt and light-wash jeans. And he still towered over you just enough that you had to peer up to meet his blue eyes.

With a surprised, almost confused smile, he repeated your name back to you.

“Phillip... Phil…” you breathed out, still in disbelief. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Of course he’s gonna be here, silly! He’s my best friend, I couldn’t have a wedding without him being my best man can I?” you’re brother jokes. Before you could say anything to him, you heard a distant voice calling his name. He answers “coming!”, but not before bidding you both to have a good time and catch up.

He knows how much Phil meant to you, and he knows for sure for the past fifteen years how much you tried to forget him.

You watched as your brother and his fiancee in his arms went to tend to the other guests, before turning to Phillip, who’s smile grew into one of his beaming ones that you’d grown familiar with as a teen. “Hopefully seeing me ain’t a bad surprise.” He winks at you teasingly before smiling softly. He gestured to the plastic, white porch table nearby. “D’ya wanna sit?”

Tentatively, you took a seat across from him at the table. He looked around, almost looking bored, as he took a drink of his own beer bottle. But you knew Phil. He wasn’t disinterested. You could tell from the way he was bouncing his left leg in slight nervousness.

“So, how have you been [Y/N]? I heard you became a big shot architect in Seattle! Not gonna lie, I thought that you’d become a famous artist with her own exhibit all across the country.” Phillip genuinely sounded happy and surprised, leaning back in his chair, hands intertwining on his torso. A habit he picked up during his time away from home in the Marine Corps.

You smiled at him. He recognized that as the one your mother trained you to show new people. It only got sweeter—and prettier—as you grew older, he thought. It suited you even as you were no longer a little girl and now a beautiful, grown woman. Graves’ heart strings tugged, and for a split second, and only for that tiny moment, he was taken off guard.

“Yeah.” You paused but only for a second. “Things turned out differently. But I can't complain.” That sweet smile still plastered on your face. Phil couldn’t believe it, how much you’ve changed, how much you’ve grown. How beautiful you’ve become-

“Things… didn’t end well the last time we saw each other.” He was lost in thought again but your voice brought him back.

“Or rather didn’t see.” You murmured.

He knitted his brows in confusion. “I’m not following.”

Annoyance began to stir inside you. You huffed and looked away.

He nearly stammered his words. “From what I last remember; we had a blast at your birthday party, Matty gave you a puppy, the one that he’d been planning months to get for you. And I—”

“And you left.” Your eyes, returning to him and now darker with hurt, pierced straight into his eyes, and your silky voice cut him like a sharp knife. “Practically the next day.” “Without saying a single word to me about your enlistment that day.” A sad, but bitter, smile adorned your face, eyes cast downward. As the memories of that day continued to unfurl for you, a dormant resentment continued to bubble in the depths of your viscera.

“You didn’t even bother to say goodbye to Matty properly let alone me.” Your voice was softer now, but he could still see the hurt behind your eyes. “Much less to my parents who—”

“Listen, [Y/N], I didn’t—” He clenched his jaw and dragged his chair closer, hoping to keep his voice low. He felt embarrassed to be having this conversation with you in the first place in your parents’ backyard. And he especially didn’t want Matty to know you were talking about this with him. Still, he felt he owed you an explanation. “I didn’t want to scare you….” he stops and looks at you, in his eyes an emotion you have never seen before swims, you can't decipher it, but it somehow looks familiar. “Or hurt you for that matter.”

He shook his head, crossing his arms across his chest. He scoffed, just barely audible to you. “But be realistic for a moment. What did you expect me to say to you? ‘Hey, kiddo, I’m off to join the Marine Corps. Might die or get a limb or two blown off. Make sure you do your homework and don’t stay up too late playing video games with Matty! Bye!”

Phil couldn’t help being defensive of his actions that summer, a bit too defensive even to his liking. He sighs and continues with a bit of a calmer voice. Phil knew that his answer wasn’t half-assed, but he still knew they could be biting. Although he didn’t want to reopen old wounds, he also didn’t want to lie to you. Especially not now that you were no longer a child, and not just Matty’s kid sister. “I did what I thought was right, for you… and me. And I wouldn’t change it if I had to do it again. That’s the truth.”

You blinked. You couldn’t help but hear something alien in his voice, a tone so unfamiliar in your memories of him as kids. Was it sorrow? Remorse? Pain? You couldn’t figure it out. But you know it was something not to be pushed any further. As a kid you never understood why he did what he did, but as you grew older, somehow you knew that as a child everyone’s decisions were outside your range of understanding. You had accepted what happened. Or at least you thought you did. But today that young girl returned, took back control your body and mind, and you found yourself spluttering these words to Phil.

Sitting with his own answers, you sat in silence. You watched as he leaned back and eyed you carefully. His eyes were still the same baby blue ones that always gazed at you with brotherly affection all those years, the ones that sparkled when the Texan summer sun’s rays cast on them. But now you felt a hardness radiating from behind them, one that would make anyone else cower and feel smaller. Years in military combat had definitely changed him and his gaze. Indeed, you did feel like he was studying every inch of your face and body, scanning you as if trying to profile you, maybe like he did with the captured combatants in whatever war in which he fought. You tried your hardest to return the intensity of his stare, but it was hard to compete with the icy look in his eyes.

But behind his colder eyes was a burning curiosity that he was successful in concealing from you. It was a curiosity he didn’t expect to experience tonight, because he never expected to see you, Matty’s beloved little sister, again. In all his memories, some more faded and fuzzier than others, you remained a little girl whose clothes were stained with paint and fingers sometimes still smudged from soft pastels or even charcoal from your art. In his mind, you still had baby cheeks and wore Matty’s old hand-me-down clothes and hoodies. But before him, he never expected Matty’s little sister, now a woman, to be sitting before him. He almost wanted to curse himself for immediately noticing when you walked to the table how your curves fit the skirt you wore. And when you sat across from him, he caught himself glancing more than once at your chest when your arms folded just beneath it.

He clenched his jaw. God, if Matty even caught the places his eyes were traveling when he saw you, he was sure he was going to get his ass kicked and his face pounded in by Matty’s notorious fist. Grown up or not, you were still his sister. And this was also still Matty’s engagement party, and he couldn’t ruin it. And you were clearly still torn up about his sudden, unannounced enlistment all those years ago. This was not the place or time to be thinking of… other things.

What disrupted his curious gaze from roaming over you was a sole tear that began to trickle down the corner of your eye. Just one, and one that you quickly wiped away with your hand before it could ruin much of your makeup. But it was enough to know that, once again, Phil had made you upset. He internally wanted to bang a fist against the table. He was hoping you would lash out at him, he would let you burn off some of the steam that you couldn’t when you were both kids, he knew how much you controlled your rage, and he wished you would finally let it out even if it was on him. Let you both make fools of yourselves that night, so he could feel less remorse. But instead, the silence from you that he was me with was damning him more than he could expect.

When you refused to say anything, Phil anxiously whirled the cold glass bottle in his hands. “But, I was also an idiot,” Phil spat out suddenly.

Your furrowed brows softened, noticing how Phil’s eyes melted into what you couldn’t intercept at first. But you soon realized it was a miserable mixture of hurt and regret. “I just wanted to get away from my folks, you know. Even though they were hardly ever home, I still felt like they controlled every aspect of my life. So…” He breathed out. “So, I’m sorry.”

“I get that,” was all you said as you mindlessly twirled the bracelet around your wrist. As you did so, his eyes glanced down at your hand on the table, the same ones that were always covered in stubborn faded blue and yellow hues of paint. He swallowed when he noticed that, unlike Matty whom he’d spoken to earlier, you had no ring on your left hand. Before you could notice, Phil quickly glanced back up at your face, and was relieved to see that your harsh scowl from before had melted away. “I just wish you could’ve told me that then. But I… I get that I was too young. We were both pretty stubborn when it came to talking about anything serious, but we cared—”

Before you could finish, you heard a booming voice call out your name. You turned and saw Richard beckoning you to where he stood, while your parents stood to the side and grinned giddily together. Suddenly the whole party had grown strangely quiet. Beside the ice cooler, you noticed a bluetooth speaker playing a familiar soft rock song. One that you distinctly remember as the one Richard played in the car after your first date together at the theme park, and the same one you two danced to in his old apartment when you both were tipsy one night.

You got up from your seat. Next to you Phil also suddenly wondered why so many eyes were on you and this unfamiliar man. You started walking toward him and your parents, wondering what in the world was happening, and why your boyfriend was standing in the middle of the backyard like he was about to give a speech. Oh no, I've seen this scenario happening in public one too many times. This does not look good…. Your internal monologue was put in a pause when you looked around to find your brother, and when your eyes landed on his and his fiance, you knew with one look they did not seem pleased of what was going on.

“[Y/N],” he started. “We’ve only known each other for a few months…”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Matty muttered from a few feet away from where Phil sat.

Phil blinked a couple of times. His gut was telling him he knew exactly what was going on, but he himself couldn’t believe it. Not after he just reunited with Y/N a few minutes earlier.

Elaine tried to calm Matty down silently, but Matty was furious. “I specifically told them not to pull this shit, not on this occasion. Jesus fucking Christ.” Elaine didn’t need to hear him say it, but she knew who he was referring to when he said ‘they’.

Richard continued. “But you’ve made me a better man, a man with bigger, better ambitions, a man who can see himself becoming a family man. Beyond just a businessman, a partner, a rock to lean on, someone who could build a home with you and raise a family together.”

When he got down on one knee, you felt your heart stop and all the muscles in your body seize. You tightened your jaw, dormant rage igniting all over again. You didn’t know if you wanted to run away and flee the scene or smash Richard’s head with the beer bottle from a nearby table, but you felt as though your shoes were glued to the dry grass. “Y/N,” he said as he took a ring out of his jacket pocket.

You looked up frantically and saw your mother on the verge of happy tears and your father with a proud grin but his hands tucked in his suit jacket’s pockets, much like when he is negotiating a business deal at work. You knew immediately that this was not simply Richard’s doing. No, you had told Richard as recently as last night at bedtime that you would rather wait at least when you hit 30 before even considering marriage. This was your parents handing you off to Richard, hoping and desperately trying to have their wealth merge with Richard’s own family wealth. Just like you feared in every conversation you had with your mom and dad, you feared you represented nothing more than a simple pawn in another one of your dad’s business deals.

You glanced back down at Richard, the sour sneer on your face growing harder and harder for you to conceal. You could feel your hands trembling now by your side, and the cup of soda in your hand threatening to get crushed.

“Will you do me the honor of letting me call you my wife?”

You heard murmurs and all around you from the backyard. The night’s spotlight was now on you, no longer on Matty and Elaine, and that made you grind your teeth even more. You didn’t want extra attention. It was bad enough that suddenly your childhood crush crashed the party and made you relive your teenage hormones and heartbreak. Richard and your parents both knew how uncomfortable you felt coming back home, and suddenly they decided to make you have to answer a marriage proposal in front of all your relatives, friends, and neighbors.

You glared down at Richard, who was oblivious to the storm raging in your mind. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” you spat out, with a low and harsh voice, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. You whipped your head up furiously to glare directly at your mom and dad. “And you two! You two are unbelievable. You should be ashamed of yourselves!” Your throat ached from how harshly you growled at them.

Without another word, not even a “no” to dignify Richard’s proposal, you threw your cup of soda at Richard’s face. The half-melted ice-cubes and cold Sprite made him flinch and get back up to his feet quickly. A chorus of gasps erupted from behind and around you.

“You spoiled brat!” your mother shrieked. The disdain and disappointment on her face was one so familiar, but one that still brought your heart racing anxiously and your lips to quiver. Your father stood frozen in shock beside her. He himself didn’t expect you to react in such a way. He thought tonight would be another business success for him. “Do you know how much we had sacrificed for you? And you decide to act like a child? When will you grow up?l!”

“THIS IS INSANE!”

Your eyes snapped to the source of outburst and landed on Matty standing near where Phil and you had been sitting. Phil remained at his seat watching all of this unfold with amusement, as Matty was walking towards where your parents had been standing, with determination of giving an earful to them most likely, but before he could start what he had to say your voice decided to come out on its own accord.

“Oh mother… How can you still be so stubborn about this? How could you pull this stunt at Matty’s engagement party, your own son's engagement party? Do you have no shame? Either of you?” Your voice determined and harsh. Even your mother was taken aback by your bold retort. Her speechlessness only allowed you to continue your tirade. “I told you at least a hundred times that I don’t have any plans to get married anytime soon. But you didn’t listen! That doesn’t surprise me; you hardly ever listen to me. But at least have some respect for your own goddamn son! Who has been nothing but an obedient child to you! Both of you! And this is how you treat him?! The least that you could have done was ask him and Elaine if this was okay with them!”

Your mother was stunned, the blood having drained from her face and her hand clutching her handbag tightly as she gawked at you. You’ve never been this brave with your words. You never talked back to either of your parents in all your youth. And if your father wasn’t just as speechless, he would’ve given you an earful, and even threatened you to remove you from inheritance. But you didn’t care, your patience ran thinner and thinner each year and this new stunt made all that remained evaporate in a matter of seconds.

You knew you couldn’t come back from this. The realization that there was a chance you’ll probably be shunned and even maybe disowned after this. You had run out of words, so you simply ran from the scene. Your spilled red cup of coke laid on the grass, something the ants in the yard would later indulge in. You bolted into your family’s house, your childhood home, which was mainly empty with everyone mingling in the evening out in the yard. You went into your room on instinct, but noticed your mom and dad had converted it into an office space for their work. Your jaw dropped as you realized they never kept your room the same way they had adoringly preserved Matty’s. You tightened your grip around the door knob. You wanted nothing more than to trash the room, break the desk that sat where your bed once did, and stomp on bookshelves that once held your comics and artbooks but now held folders of boring white paperwork.

But instead you fled to your brother’s room across the hall. You knelt down beside his bed, kicked off your shoes, and buried your face in a pillow. You let out a muffled scream. After a few seconds, your scream morphed into pathetic sobs. You knew you were surely staining Matty’s old pillows with your makeup, but you didn’t care at that moment. At that moment, it felt as though you time-traveled back fifteen years in your old home, crying your eyes out into your beloved brother’s pillow.

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Phil watched as Matty slouched on the plastic lounging chair outside. Almost everyone had left. Your mother and father stood near the backyard fence, arguing desperately about what to do next after you had ruined their evening. Richard stood next to them but remained mostly silent and merely listened to them. Elaine, Matty’s fiancée, trudged into the house in search of you. Meanwhile, Phil took a seat across from Matty, who ran his hands through his beard and squeezed his eyes shut momentarily out of frustration.

“Cannot believe they would fucking do that on tonight of all nights,” Matty groaned out.

Phil let out a low whistle. “Yeah definitely didn’t expect to see [Y/N] throw a cup of soda at some random guy.” It would almost be laughable if it weren’t for the fact that he had seen tears once again streaming down your face when you darted inside. “So, that was actually [Y/N]’s boyfriend or—”

“Unfortunately,” Matty spat out. “I can’t stand the guy. But our parents love Richard even though he’s a huge asshole to her half the time.”

“Huh…”

Phil tried to recall the man. He was tall and athletic. He seemed like the type to weight lift, worry about trends in luxury suits, and track his meals’ calories to keep up with his appearance and health everyday. His dark hair was slicked back with some gel, and his jaw was sharp and pronounced. His sharp, aquiline facial features reminded Phil of some of the college guys who would apply for internships to work for his dad’s firm during summers back when he was a kid. But something about him made Phil’s skin crawl. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that his entire personality seemed like a masquerade of wealth and opulence, or the fact that he was dating you , had the gall to propose to you , while also being an asshole to you, according to Matty at least.

“I can’t say I blame her for throwing the soda at him,” Phil snickered quietly.

Matty almost cracked a smile at this. Suddenly, he remembered why he called Phil his best friend for so many years of his life. “Trust me, if I could’ve thrown one too, I would’ve.”

Your father suddenly bellowed your name. “Come out! We need to have a talk!”

Phil and Matty quickly glanced at each other, worry coating both of their faces. They expected Elaine and you to come out together, Elaine probably holding a box of tissues and your eyes still swollen from crying. But instead, no one came out of the backyard door. They waited several seconds, until your father stormed toward the door to head inside himself. Richard trailed behind him, not nearly as full of energy. It seemed the would-be fiancé was still feeling dejected, even if the soda from early had already dried.

“Unbelievable,” your father growled, the door of the house slamming open violently with a bang.

Phil and Matty both got up quickly, following the man. They found you and Elaine sitting in the kitchen, you nursing a cup of warm tea and Elaine sitting next to you still attempting to console you. Your father rushed toward you, grabbing you by your shoulders, forcing your gaze away from your cup of tea and to his own red-beet face. The force of his grasp made your elbow knock into the mug, tumbling it to the ground with a sharp crash.

Elaine gasped sharply before stepping back in shock. Meanwhile, Bear emerged from the living room, his bushy tail stiff in the air in alert and his pointed ears slicked back against his head. He growled and barked furiously at the sight of your father grabbing you. Agape, you stared back at your father in horror, feeling all the muscles in your body suddenly become paralyzed in fear.

“How can you throw away your future just because of your own stubborn self-righteousness?! Didn’t we raise you better than to act so selfishly?!” your father yelled into your face.

Matty quickly grabbed your father’s arm, grabbing him by his gray blazer’s stiff fabric, and pulled him off of you. “Your dumb plan for the night was botched from the start, dad,” he sneered out. “She clearly doesn’t want to marry Richard and this was supposed to be our engagement party to begin with!” he looked at Elaine for a second saying that.

The graying wisps of hair on your fathers were now disheveled and sticking up, his sagging and wrinkled face now flushed with a furious red. He balled his fists as he spoke back to your brother. “What she did, regardless of what day it was, to Richard was unacceptable. Would you ever imagine Elaine treating you in such a way? No, of course not! Because [Y/N] is acting like a child, and an insolent one at that!”

He turned back to glare at you, taking one step further forward. “Richard, come here,” he said, his glower locked on you not wavering.

The tall, dark-haired man strode beside your father. You couldn’t read the expression on his face. You had wounded your ego and in public in front of your friends and family, something he would seldomly allow without biting back. But he remained quiet ever since his botched proposal. Usually he would yell back, make a scene, demand he stay in a hotel for the night, after arguing with you over nonsense. But his silent, narrow-eyed stare bore down on you and made you feel uneasy. There was nothing calm or passive about it.

“So, why don’t we start over, hm? Why don’t the two of you go to the living room to discuss and… reconsider Richard’s proposal once again, yes?” Your father’s gritted teeth betrayed the false air of diplomacy he was trying to prop up.

“I don’t think—” Your brother was caught off.

“[Y/N],” your father said more sternly this time. “Now.”

Your brother wanted to continue to protest, but he knew your father would not take no for an answer right now. Not with his fists balled up and his face as red as it was. So Matty, Phil, and Elaine watched breathlessly as you and Richard walked to the living room by yourselves. Phil noticed how your hands shook ever so slightly, even while you kept your lips pursed and tried to straighten your blouse, desperately clinging onto any semblance of composure before talking to your boyfriend.

Breathing out an exasperated sigh, your father, the man Phil used to revere so much as a child, began to step outside back to the yard. “There better still be some drinks in the cooler. I need one right now,” he muttered. Your mother followed him, obediently, to avoid the thick air of tension that was suffocating everyone in the kitchen.

Phil couldn’t help but let curiosity get the best of him. While Elaine consoled Matty in hushed voices and picked up the broken glass on the kitchen tile, Phil drifted away from them. He could hear Elaine telling Matty that it was okay, that they could hold a smaller, more intimate engagement party next week with just close friends. He knew that he, too, should be trying to console Phil. But he was worried about you. He just couldn’t believe your family was pressuring you to marry.

Phil stood just outside the living room beside its entrance, leaning on his side against the wall and focusing on the little he could hear. Bear padded up to Phil. Much calmer now, the German Shepherd sat down and looked up at Phil with a panting smile. Phil wanted to smile and pet the dog, but instead brought his finger up to his own lips, hoping the dog wouldn’t alert everyone to what Phil was doing.

“—how embarrassed I was left feeling! In front of everybody!” It sounded to Phil like Richard was still furious, still left with his pride injured. He was on the verge of yelling, but kept his voice somewhat hushed. Maybe to avoid drawing even more humiliation to himself tonight.

Your voice was less hushed, a little bolder. “We’ve barely been dating long enough to begin even thinking about marriage, Richard! I told you I wanted to wait!”

Phil carefully peeked into the room just enough to see that the two of you were standing and you had refused to sit on the couch. Richard towered over you, clearly trying to intimidate you. You were trapped between him and the untouched couch. You nervously ran your hand through your hair as Richard continued roughly gripping one of your shoulders with one of his hands. The sight of his hands on you like that made Phil’s skin crawl and stomach lurch. He tried his best to control himself.

“[Y/N],” Richard began again, clearly still annoyed. “You already made a scene with the first proposal. But I’m not giving up on you . And so is your father—”

You scoffed at this and rolled your eyes.

“So, please. Just stop being so stupid and stubborn for a second, and just say yes so we can both move on ”

You stayed quiet. And Phil’s mind was racing in the midst of your silence. Was it possible you were actually considering it? He remembered you when you were younger, as a kid. You were stubborn, yes, and very outspoken. It’s what stopped any kids from picking on you or your art. But you also never betrayed your own goals, your own ideas and feelings, for the sake of someone else’s preferences. Even if that meant getting into ugly fights with others and giving your mom and dad the silent treatment for weeks. It was one of many qualities in you that Phil remembered admiring, and he hoped that it was a quality that had never diminished during these last fifteen years.

Phil didn’t want to admit it, but he also felt sick to the thought of you getting engaged just when he had finally reunited with you. He felt a nauseating feeling in his gut at the idea of you marrying this, clearly, arrogant guy. Phillip Graves himself was arrogant at times—sassy even, but when it came to the people he cared about, he was never arrogant. When it came to you, he could never be arrogant.

Finally, you did answer. “I already said my thoughts on the subject, Richard,” you said firmly. At that moment, you hoped Richard and your father would respect your wishes more than anything. Once again, you felt like nothing more than a pawn. “I already said no to you once. And now I’m saying it twice. Do I have to say it a third time?”

“Well, neither of us are getting any younger, [Y/N]. If you’re as serious about this relationship as I am, then you should at least be considering marriage with me. If not, then what’s the goddamn point of this? Of any of this with you?” He placed both his hands now on your shoulders, shaking you just a little. “What do you even want out of this?”

Your face seemed almost serene. You didn’t frown, nor did you nervously smile or even produce a grimace. You placed your hands on his that were squeezing your shoulders, gently sliding them off of you and placing them back to his sides. “After tonight, Richard. I can’t give you a straight answer. I don’t know. After this scene you tried to pull despite everything I told you, I can’t say I see a future with you anymore.”

Richard leaned away, almost repulsed by your answer. He scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head furiously. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you breaking up with me? ”

Phil would’ve started laughing if he didn’t give away the fact he was spying on you and Richard. But he also wanted to beam with pride at seeing you stand up for yourself despite Richard and your dad not ceasing in urging you two to get married. He was glad to see that you never lost your fiery side as you’ve grown.

“I guess that’s what it is,” you mustered out. “If you can’t stay in a relationship with me without getting married immediately just to make our parents happy, then maybe we just shouldn’t be in a relationship.”

Any shock was replaced with fury. Richard began seething. “You can’t be so goddamn dumb, [Y/N],” he growled out. “Why are you throwing all of this away? We could’ve had a future together, a built home, a nice family. And you’re throwing it all away just because you wanted to make a point about waiting ?!”

You scoffed. “A nice home where you’re calling me an idiot for sticking to my values. Yeah, sure.” You tried to step beside him to walk away, to finally leave this conversation behind and head back to the family that cares about you.

But instead Richard grabbed you by your forearm, whipping you back toward him and forcing you to face him again. His eyes were now no longer narrow with disdain but wide and dilated with rage. It was a look you only saw on rare occasions, mostly when you had screaming matches after you would “ruin the mood” when he’d try to have sex with you, drunk out of his mind, after one of his work parties.

“Let me go,” you muttered, your annoyance desperately trying to mask any fear that could be detected in your voice.

Suddenly, Richard grabbed your face with a hand, squeezing your jaw and cheeks as he did. He forced you to look at him, even while you desperately tried to pull his hand off you, scratching his forearms and trying to push him away. Phil’s heart began racing and he could feel the blood coursing through his body grow hotter. He couldn’t believe his eyes, but all he could focus on was how the solemn look in your eyes was now replaced with one of terror and shining with wet tears beginning to form.

Richard’s fury continued. “I never thought you could be this stupid. Do you even realize what you’re doing to your—”

Phil had enough. He rushed into the room and in what felt like a flash he pushed Richard away from you. You fell onto the couch, watching in horror as Richard tried to fight back against Phil. Sure, Richard was strong and big. But Phil’s hand-to-hand combat had been refined over the years in the Marine Corps. With little struggle, he managed to subdue him, and within seconds, Richard was pinned to the ground. Phil was successful in knocking the air out of Richard, leaving the man breathless and writhing on the floor.

“What the fuck ! Get off me!! ” Richard growled through gritted teeth.

Phil smirked for a split second before ignoring him. He let Richard crumble to the ground before he went over and tentatively kneeled in front of Y/N. He saw once again furious tears pooling in your eyes threatening to fall . He placed a gentle hand on her knee and gazed up at her. “You okay [Y/N] ? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You shook your head, your own hand traveling to your jaw where Richard had roughly grabbed you. “No, I’m fine.”

He nodded in understanding, still looking at you carefully. While he watched you, he felt Matty and Elaine rush into the room, confusion written on their faces. They saw your small form still sitting on the couch with Phil crouching in front of you while Richard was still getting up from the ground, catching his breath.

“Th-thanks, Phil,” you said quietly. “I… didn’t know he was gonna lash out like that.”

“ He what ?!” Matty demanded. “Richard, what the hell did you do to my sister?!”

Richard was now back on his feet, he breathed out deeply and glared at Matty. Then he straightened his shirt and painted on his usual smug look of contempt he carried. “I broke up with her. If she’s not taking this relationship seriously, then neither will I.”

“What a load of bullshit,” Matty practically spat the words in Richard's face before grabbing him by his collar. Elaine watched in horror too, scurrying away to the side. Matty dragged him out of the room until both you and Phil lost sight of the two of them. Knowing Matty and his long-lasting hatred for Richard, you were sure he was kicking him out of your parents’ home.

“Dad is going to be furious,” you mumbled to yourself, but Phil could hear you loud and clear.

He took a seat next to you on the couch, deciding not to touch you further. He had to remind himself that you were no longer a 12 year old girl, he had to restrain himself from holding you . Yes, you two were very close when both of you were mere teens . But it had been years since you last spoke. Fifteen years to be exact, he didn’t know if you ever counted the days but he did, for some reason that even he couldn’t explain it to himself. He couldn’t overstep his boundaries. So he just pulled his hands back to his lap and sat there, trying to console you as best as he could.

“He’s not always like that… but when he is it gets too much ” you breathed out. Phil tried to listen but he was also acutely aware of how your hand, albeit sweaty from your nerves, felt on his much rougher, larger one. “Matty never liked him. But mom and dad adored him for some reason.”

Phil sighed out. He wished he could say something comforting, something that would chase all your anxieties and fears away. But all he could do was sit there and listen to nothing and everything all at once . Feeling your heat radiate from your side, and he sits besides you only a hair of a touch away. He could lean in and hold you close, and the thought made his heart flutter with nervousness. From here, he could smell how your hair smelled like roses and coconuts—

Before he could drift further away he had to snap back to reality with you still sitting next to him solemnly. How could he think that about you? You were his best friend’s sister for goodness sake… but was he in the wrong to think of you as the pretty woman that you have become? Yes he considered you as a little sister back in the day, but that was a decade and half ago. But now? His heart told him one thing but his brain said something else.

You always carried your emotions on your sleeves. If you were happy, your face would be brighter than the sun. But then if sad, a cloud would particularly be looming over your head. When you were flustered, your face would be brighter than the fresh tomato that his parents would have the cooks pick up from the farmers market And if you were angry, oh man that was something to witness. That was why he always loved teasing you and making you laugh, to get that reaction and to see those emotions. He admired them. But in your grown-up state, he noticed that trait in you lessened. It was as if you were trained to wear a mask that would hide all your emotions. Even now, watching you sit there waiting for the unknown, you try to mask your emotions, hide them in a box and lock it. And discard the keys somewhere where no one can find it. And it hurt Phill to see you in this state. He couldn’t decide which one was worse; having you go through the trauma of facing your now abusive ex boyfriend, or that you were forced to masquerade your emotions.

“I knew the guy for like half an hour, but… yeah, I can say he seems like a dick.” He pursed his lips, but raised his eyebrows when he heard and felt you start to chuckle. “Pun intended” Phil smirked as he looked at you.

“He reminds me of a guy I met back when I first joined MARSOC,” Phil continued. You tore your teary eyes away from your hands and looked at him, listening intently. “He was big and burly too, but he actually was much more considerate. Hated bullies. Always lending the rest of us a hand if he could see we were struggling.”

You held back a snort. You couldn’t imagine Richard enduring something like Marines training, much less being generous and looking out for others if his skin was on the line. But as a child so many years back, you also couldn’t imagine Phil joining an elite fighting team. Not because he couldn’t work in a team, but because you only saw him as your brother’s best friend who just seemed to play football and video games—not shoot guns and hunt down dangerous men. So, you asked him more. While your mother was off trying to calm your father down, and your brother was getting fresh air to cool down with Elaine, the two of you stayed on the couch. While he did, Bear padded over to both of you, laying down at your feet and surely feeling sleepy already. Phil finally had a chance to reminisce out loud on some of his training days and some missions with the MARSOC Raiders—at least the parts of them he was allowed to tell others about. He even remarked how he had left the Raiders, now working with others to form a new PMC, hence why he was back in Texas.

While you sat listening and while your tears dried, you couldn’t help but feel admiration bloom inside your chest for him. Admiration and… something familiar you still couldn’t put your finger on. Yes, you were thrilled to have him back in your life, someone you might’ve called your best friend as a young girl. You felt some nostalgia, of course. You felt like you were truly back home for the first time, even after visiting home a few times already after moving in with Richard. Still, while he spoke and you listened intently, you couldn’t help but admire how his lips moved when he smirked as he remembered something cheeky he did, or how his brows furrowed tightly and his jaw clenched when a difficult memory flashed for him. Or how he’d sometimes run his hand across the side of his head, his light brown hair getting disheveled for just a few moments without his knowing. It made you smile for a few seconds before returning your focus to his words. But even while you concentrated on him and his stories, you couldn’t ignore the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach and the way your palms sweat when you noticed him gazing at you several times.

For a moment, it felt good to disconnect from your world, from the drama and yelling of your parents and Richard. Delving into Phil’s past several years away from your hometown felt like finding an oasis in a harsh, unforgiving desert. Your racing heart that you felt when Richard had glowered down at you in furious disbelief moments ago had diminished, now a comforting lull in your chest as you listened to Phil’s familiar voice. But it was short-lived, and it made you realize, yes, this was just one night, when your parents both walked in.

Your father’s face was less red, but the tired look in his eyes made you know that he was still disappointed. “Your mother and I are heading to bed.” He pursed his lips into a thin line when he looked at you. He had so much he wanted to say to you, so much he wanted to yell too. But your mother next to him nudged him with her elbow and cleared her throat. He shook himself out of his death stare and instead looked at the man beside you. “It was, uh… good to see you, Phillip. Please give your father my regards when you see him. It’s been a while since we’ve emailed each other.”

Phil nodded curtly but said nothing in response. Next to you, he could feel how tense you still were. He didn’t want this conversation to drag on any longer. Without another word, your parents left the living room, finally retiring to their bedroom up upstairs. But replacing your parents’ spot in the living room’s entrance came Matty and Elaine.

Elaine yawned. “How are y’all not tired yet?”

“We’re going to be heading to the guest room in a bit. But by all means, let me know if you need anything. Just knock on our door or give me a call. I’m here.” Matty gave you a reassuring smile.

Phil glanced down at his watch—you remember it as the same rolex that his dad had given him for his sixteenth birthday and that Phil only begrudgingly accepted.

“Jesus, time sure flies. It’s already one in the morning.” He huffed, feigning sleepiness, and looked at you with pursed lips. He placed an earnest hand over his chest. “I’m sorry to have kept you awake so long, [Y/N].”

You shook your head frantically. “No, don’t apologize, Phil. Catching up on what you’ve been up to has meant the world to me.”

Hit with sudden realization, Phil widened his eyes slightly. “[Y/N], do you need a place to sleep tonight?” The thought of you returning to your hotel room with your furious ex-boyfriend made his chest tighten.

You shook your head. “No, I’ll just be sleeping in Matty’s room for the rest of my stay. So I'll be hanging around here for a while.” You honestly weren’t in a rush to return to Seattle immediately, just to have to see Richard glowering at you from every corner of his apartment. He was going to have to find a new roommate quickly.

Your brother wrapped his arm warmly around Elaine, bringing her sleepy body closer to him comfortingly. “See you two around,” he said before turning around and heading up the same stairs your parents had climbed earlier.

Phil got up from the couch, and you followed. You straightened your skirt as he rubbed the back of his neck, almost sheepishly. “Really, I mean it. I hope I didn’t bore the hell out of you, [Y/N].”

The two of you began to walk to the front door, Phil pulling out his car keys from his pockets. “No, Phil. I’m being honest. Just getting to sit and hear you speak for a while has really helped me. I’m—I feel a lot better now. Thanks to you.” You watched as he opened the door but then you realized he also is technically only visiting town. “Wait. Do-do you have a place to stay?”

He paused. He shut the door that he had left slightly ajar before, as he turned to look at you. “Oh, yeah I’m staying back at my parents’ place. They rent out the first floor as an AirBnB sometimes, especially since they mostly spend time with my uncle in St. Augustine in Florida. But they’re letting me stay on the second floor now that I’m back home for a while as I work things out.” He smiled warmly. He couldn’t help but find it endearing how you worried where he was staying as well.

You let out a soft sigh. “Good.” You were relieved to hear not only that he wasn’t staying in some sketchy motel but that it was back in his childhood home, where you and him had spent so much time watching TV and pranking Matty on your weekends off of school.

He leans in slightly. “That’s right,” he said in a low voice. “If you wanna come by tomorrow, we can hang out. I’ll even cook you something.” He smirked.

You felt your heart leap and your face heat up furiously. You prayed that he couldn’t tell how flustered you felt. You tried to play it off smoothly. You tried to suppress the huge grin from growing on your lips and said, “I’ll think about it.”

Phil nodded and turned the doorknob again, getting ready to head out. “You better, or I’ll come by and snatch you myself.”

Your heart did backflips again at this. The image of eating dinner with him flashed in your mind, and you felt like your brain was short-circuiting. But you had to say something back, you had to answer without melting down. You desperately kept your composure but let out an airy laugh, one you hoped didn’t give away your nerves. “Goodnight, Phil. I’ll see you later.”

You followed him, stepping outside to your front porch as you watched him heading back to his black sedan parked by the side of the house. You couldn’t help but watch him as he walked with the same confident strides from when he was your childhood crush, his keys jangling in his hands.

As he pressed his car key’s FOB and and his car beeped, unlocking, he turned and glanced at you. He felt breathless as he saw as your hair blew in the cool nighttime breeze. But he didn’t want to give away how he, too, was gazing at you for too long. “Go inside, [Y/N],” he laughed. “You’re gonna catch a cold like that.”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Just making sure you’re gonna head out safely, Phil,” you called back, feigning annoyance. He shook his head and chuckled as he stepped into his car, headlights turning on and engine rumbling.

You turned around and headed back inside, closing the front door but quickly scampering to the window to look through the blinds until you saw his car disappear down the road.

Even after chatting with him all night, you still couldn’t believe Phil Graves had somehow returned to your life.

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A Sinner's Prayer

➳♡゛-PAIRING: Priest!Nanami x Fem!Reader

➳♡゛-SUMMARY: You confide in Father Nanami to rid you of your sins.

➳♡゛-WARNINGS: Blasphemy, Religious themes, Sacrilegious themes, Smut (MDNI), Manipulation (?), P in V, Biblical References, Begging, Fingering, Priest kink, Masturbation, Creampie, Implied unprotected sex.

➳♡゛A/N: My friends said the shoes he wore reminded them of a preacher...so I took that idea and ran with it💀.

The early afternoon sun was warm against her skin as she continued to plaster a smile upon her fully glossed lips, her throat feeling dry from all the talking she’d done, and her feet were beginning to ache from standing for so long in the five-inch heels she mistakenly shouldn't have worn in the first place.

This was just what the results of your duties were, when you just so happened to be the preacher’s daughter. An image of perfection and grace was to always be up kept and that’s what she continued to do.

“Y/N darling! There is someone here I would like you to meet,” Y/N saw her mother call to her as she shook hands thanking the last few guests for attending the day’s service. As she walked over to her mother, she saw her having a conversation with someone she had not seen before. It was a bit odd as the town she was in was fairly small and many people seemed to know each other in some way.

“You called me mother?” Y/N questioned, the curiosity in her tone not being concealed as she glanced at the mysterious blonde man from the side of her eyes.

“I did. This is Father Nanami, he will be attending our church for a while. He will be taking over the position here and helping your father with some things within the church. I would like if you could assist him with anything he may need and to make him as comfortable as possible, he is our guest after all.” Y/N’s mother explained to her as she nodded her head refusing to look the man in his eyes once more.

As she introduced herself in a quick fashion, she was beginning to feel hot under his intense gaze. Not long after, she had produced an excuse to leave the pair so they can finish whatever conversation they were having prior.

As she walked away, she drew out a breath, she felt the heavy feelings of guilt finally disappear off her shoulders. Impure thoughts were filling her head the exact moment she saw him, and she needed to pray them away she needed to ask her savior to help rid of these thoughts and to not fall into these evil urges.

As weeks passed by Y/N barely spoke to Father Nanami. She would always make sure that everything he needed was there and ready for him so he would not have to speak to her. That wouldn't stop her from looking at the man though it was almost impossible not to, anyone with eyes could see that he was an attractive man and even if he was, she needed to stop.

However, one day Y/N found herself alone with Father Nanami in the church. She had been cleaning the pews after the service while he had stayed behind to finish some work. As she dusted, she felt his presence behind her and she couldn't help but turn around to face him. His eyes met hers and she felt a sudden heat rush through her body.

"Is there something I can help you with, Father Nanami?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

He walked closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, Y/N, there is something you can help me with," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I've noticed the way you've been avoiding me. Is something the matter?"

Y/N felt her heart race as she struggled to find the words to reply. "N-no, Father, nothing is the matter. I've just...I have been doing some duties for my dad and I just don't want to get in your way."

Father Nanami took another step closer to her, and Y/N could feel the heat emanating from his body. "You don't have to avoid me, Y/N. In fact-"

Just before the man could finish his sentence Y/N's phone began to ring. She quickly reached into her pocket to check the caller ID, hoping for any excuse to get away from the situation. As she looked at the screen she noticed it was her dad.

"Excuse me, Father Nanami. I have to take this call," she said before rushing out of the room and answering the phone.

"Y/N, I need you to come to the house right away," her father's voice was stern and she knew she couldn't refuse.

As she made her way to the house, she couldn't help but feel relieved that the phone call had interrupted the moment with Father Nanami.

When she arrived she noticed that her dad was on the phone with someone and seemed to be in a heated argument. He motioned for Y/N to sit down and wait for him to finish the call. As she sat down, she couldn't help but feel anxious, wondering what the argument was about.

Finally, her dad hung up the phone and turned to her. "Y/N, I have some bad news. Your mother and I will not be here for the next few days. We'll be out of town making a guest appearance at another church. We need you to take over some of the more of duties while we're gone."

The woman nodded as she spoke, "Of course. What do you need me to do?"

"You'll be helping Father Nanami with leading some of the services and assisting him with anything he may need. He's still getting adjusted to the town and the church, so it's important that you make him feel welcome and comfortable." Her father explained before giving her a warm smile.

As her father left, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that being alone with Father Nanami would be dangerous for her. The urge to give in to the impure thoughts she had been having was growing stronger by the day, and being alone with him would only make it worse.

But she had no choice. She had to fulfill her duties and make sure everything would run smoothly.

And that would be the case until she had finally done it. Y/N had given in to temptation and now she felt dirty. She couldn't avoid the urges that hindered inside of her head as the restless nights of her dreaming about him alone had finally reached the brink.

Y/N tried everything she could to avoid it but her fingers had found their way to her clothed core, her body trembling with desire. As the thought of Father Nanami consumed her every waking moment.

The man had awakened something inside of her that she had never experienced before, and the temptation was too strong to resist. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, it was as if he knew what she was feeling.

The moment she’d finish it was as if a light switch had turned on in her head, she ran to the shower trying to scrub her skin with the rough loofah wanting to rid herself of the sin she’d committed.

But the guilt lingered, like a heavy burden on her shoulders. She knew what she had done was wrong, that it went against everything she had been taught growing uo.

As the days passed, the woman went about her way trying to push away any thoughts that were consuming her.

One day as Y/N went and greeted everyone she had hoped that there was a seat available in the back. She could not trust herself to sit at her usual spot in the front pew without feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

But still everything would have been fine if things were operating as normal. Unfortunately for her today was not that type of day. She'd gone through the special service being done today with the man, knowing her father was not here. Having prepared everything for him she'd find herself without any luck having to sit at the front and center, right where Father Nanami could see her every move.

As the service started, Y/N tried her best to focus on the words being spoken by him but she couldn't help but freeze. His voice seemingly deepening with every word he spoke, "But among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God’s holy people."

Y/N felt like he was speaking directly to her, and she couldn't help but feel the guilt wash over her once again. She knew she had sinned and she wanted to make it right.

As the service continued, Y/N's mind raced with thoughts of confession. She knew she needed to tell someone and ask for forgiveness as it was only right.

Almost as if it was fated his words being spoken lingered in the air, "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

As the service came to an end the woman continued her duties and locked up the church.

Trying to shake the nerves she cleared her voice, later facing the man. "Father, can I speak with you for a moment?"

He turned to her, not even looking slightly surprised. "Of course, Y/N. What is it that you need to speak to me about?"

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Father I need to confess something to you. Something that I've been struggling with since you've been here at the church."

His expression softened as he listened. "Go on, Y/N. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I am here to listen and to guide you."

Y/N took another deep breath before speaking. "Father, I've...I've been having impure thoughts about you. And it's not just thoughts, I've acted on them. I know it's wrong and I'm sorry."

Father Nanami listened intently, his face giving away nothing. "Y/N, I appreciate your honesty. It takes a lot of courage to come forward and confess your sins. Do you want you sins forgiven (Y/N)?"

Y/N nodded as she too nervous to speak. In a quiet tone she answered, "I do."

Father Nanami placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "First, we need to work on preventing these impure thoughts from consuming you."

Suddenly, she felt one of his hand on her thigh, and she gasped in shock. As they slowly inched its way up her leg.

"Tell me how often have you been having these thoughts?" His breath hot on her neck as asked her the question.

Y/N's heart raced as his hand continued to move up her thigh, her body betraying her once again. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the temptation that was consuming her.

But it was no use. She answered him truthfully, "Every night, Father. Every night I dream of you."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "And what do you dream about, Y/N?"

The woman open and closed her mouth trying to form coherent words together, "I dream about you touching me, Father. Touching me in ways that I know I shouldn't want."

His hand reached her pussy, and she moaned softly. "And do you want me to touch you like that, Y/N?"

She didn't answer, but the way her body responded was enough for him to kow the truth.

His hand stopped on her pussy, his fingers gently brushing her clit. As she started to breathe heavily, making soft whining sounds.

"I know you want me to touch you, Y/N. I know you're aching for it. I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching me too."

He pushed the fabric of her dress aside and slipped a finger inside of her. Making no effort to stop him, she opened her legs wider, letting him in.

The man continued to fuck her with his fingers, gently grazing her clit with his thumb. "You're so wet. I can tell you want me to fuck you. Isn't that right?"

She couldn't answer, as the pleasure was too much for her to even think. The woman moved her hips against his fingers, wanting more and more of him.

The man leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped no more than an inch from her lips. Instead, he kissed her neck, running his tongue down her collarbone, before returning to her chest.

With his free hand he pulled the front of her dress down, revealing her breasts. Leaning in he took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it lightly.

Continuing to Suck on her nipple, her moans filled the air, as she let out soft whimpers. Pulling away from her he spoke, "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so," he whispered a smirk gracing his lips.

His words continued to travel into her ears, making her wetter by the moment as she wanted nothing more than to fuck him shaking her head franticly.

"I don't want you to stop. I need more. Please."

The man continued to tease her as his teeth grazed her neck.

"That's it, Y/N. Beg me for it. Beg me to fuck you."

"Please, Father. Please fuck me."

She felt his fingers leave her pussy as he pulled her panties down, and before she knew it they were on the floor.

He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection, which was hard as a rock. "See what you do to me, Y/N? See how you make me feel?"

His body pressed closer to her, and he kissed her passionately. Grabbing her by the waist then turning her around, bending her over the pew, before taking off her dress entirely.

As he spread her legs with his own, she felt him rub his cock against her pussy.

The man grunted slightly as her hot wet walls were sucking him in. "I think you were made for me." He whispers in her ear before slipping himself out of her.

Slowly he started to enter her again, inch by inch, her head feeling light from his actions. "Oh God!" She moaned as the pleasure started to take her over.

"Wrong name. Let's try that again, shall we Y/N?" He whispered in her ear. Y/N nodded, trying to understand what he meant by his words.

He continued to fuck her, "Good. Now use my name, Y/N. You want to be forgiven of your sins, don't you?"

The woman nodded as she was trying to find the words to speak.

"Then use my name. Scream it loud so that no one can hear you, but your God Almighty."

The pleasure was too much for her, and in a breathless voice she moaned, "Father..."

The man stilled his movements for a moment, waiting for a response. "No good. I need you to scream my name, Y/N!"

She didn't know what to do, but the pleasure was too much to handle. The man pulled out of her suddenly, making her groan in protest. She turned around, looking at him with pleading eyes. Her voice coming out in panting breaths as she begged, "Please Nanami, I need you to fuck me…Please!"

That was all he needed to hear. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her to him, before slamming his entire length inside of her. He leaned in to whisper in her ears. "Your pussy feels like heaven Y/N."

The woman leaned back against him, her hands grasping onto the wood before her. In return, he wrapped his arms around her, the hand on her hip, joining the other in pinching one of her nipples.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You love this huh?" he grunted in her ear.

She answered him with soft moans and the nodding of her head. His hand gripping her breast harder, nails digging into the flesh of her breast.

The man then grabbed her ass, pulling her back to meet his thrusts. "Your pussy is so tight for me."

She continued to hold onto the pew as she panted in pleasure. "You want me to cum inside of you, Y/N? I'll give you everything you need."

The woman was in another world, as her body moved along with his own, their breathing growing heavier by the second. As she once again tried to form her words "I want you to cum inside of you me... I want you to fill my pussy with your cum."

The man groaned as he felt the tightening of her walls, before moving one of his hands to rub her clit, her release coming seconds after his own.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, him still inside of her, before he pulled out, both of them collapsing onto the wooden floor of the chapel.

They laid side-by-side, panting and trying to catch their breath.

"I'm glad you came to me, Y/N. But your penance is not yet complete. Can you meet me back here at 8:30 AM sharp tomorrow, we have a lot of work to do."

The next day, she was sitting in the same spot as before on the floor of the church. Her mind still racing from last night, when she felt a hand tap her shoulder.

Looking up, she saw Nanami leaning over her. "Good to see you again. Ready for your penance?"

The woman nodded, her body aching for him to touch her. "I'm ready to be forgiven Father."

The man smiled, and pulled her into a kiss, before grabbing her by the hand and dragging her to the confessional room.

He shut the door behind them, before sitting down on the chair, beckoning her to kneel in front of him. Her body still aching from the previous night, she let him pull her into a kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck, as his tongue entered her mouth.

Pushing her onto her knees, he unbuttoned his pants and took out his rock hard cock.

"Now let's get started. Shall we?" The man spoke, as a mischievous glint took over his eye.

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 1 - "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hello everyone, and welcome to Finn's Whumptober! This is the first of the past fifteen days to come out, and the other fourteen will be releasing every hour on the hour! I've put an incredible amount of work into making these (the first batch is like. 30k words alone-) so if you guys have been craving some of my content, here you go! You're getting plenty nowadays!

GENERAL TWS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF MY STORIES: blood, vomit, beatings, assault, bullying, kinda gorey at some points, other stuff just be careful. I'll go back through and tag each individually if I need to!

Since I'm scheduling these, I won't have the opportunity to add anyone but @splinnters to the tag list, but there's going to be so many of them that I feel like it's going to be easy to find. Hope you enjoy reading all of these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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Jay was bored.

Who knew working a party could be so mind-numbingly boring? The point of parties was to let loose and have fun, and yet here he was, stuck in a dumb stuffy suit in the corner only watching as everyone got more and more drunk off their asses. He sipped at his disappointedly non-alcoholic punch, pretending like he was keeping a careful eye over the rest of the patrons as they danced.

Getting called to watch Cyrus Borg’s work functions was one of the worst things to happen to him in recent times.

“Check in, everyone,” Lloyd said over the comm, and Jay tapped his foot against the ground as he waited for everyone else to sound off. Cole was standing on the entire other side of the room, and Jay had long since given up trying to hold a mime’s version of a conversation with his brother when the earth ninja only gave him an unimpressed stare after the first gesture. At least he was stuck in here with his best friend rather than Kai or Zane; knowing them, he would’ve gotten a full lecture rather than just a look.

A crackle, and then his beautiful Yang’s angelic voice. “Kai and I are clear.”

Part of Jay wanted to chime in and talk to her with a casual conversation about guest gossip, but he had already gotten in enough trouble tonight; he couldn’t start pushing it.

Zane and Pixal both spoke, and then it was Cole’s turn. “Jay and I are clear, although someone needs to start laying off the punch. He’s already almost spilled on himself more than once.”

“Hey!” Jay exclaimed, but he still kept it down so no one would start listening in. It pleased him immensely to hear Nya giggle over the comm, and it took every bit of self-restraint to keep from playing up the act. “I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.”

“Sure you are, bro,” Cole rolled his eyes across the room, and Jay felt his power start to flicker under his skin in frustration. Pushing the lightning down, Jay huffed, checking in with Lloyd before going back to his self-assigned duty of people-watching. At least he had a nice spot next to the punch table.

It wasn’t very long before someone bumped into him, causing his drink to slosh around and over the rim of his glass. Jay turned to face whoever it was, ready to give them a piece of his mind for almost getting punch on his nice shoes (seriously, they were brand-new!), but he stopped when he remembered that these people were all civillians and he did have to at least make an effort to be nice.

Unfortunately.

“I’m so sorry about that,” the stranger said, flashing his pearly whites and readjusting his cuffs. Jay’s danger sense was going off, and he resisted every urge in his body that was screaming for him to run far away from here. This was just a normal guy, so why was he feeling like this?

“Don’t worry about it, no harm done,” Jay chuckled, masking his discomfort with ease. It was one of his most used skills, especially in social situations.

“Surely you wouldn’t mind if I just got you another glass? Anything for a great hero of Ninjago!”

Never accept drinks from strangers, dear, he could hear his Ma say, and Jay always heeded the advice his mother gave him after the Underwear Incident.

He shook his head. “No thank you, don’t worry about it. Go enjoy the festivities, please, I insist.”

A rather cold goodbye for the sociable lightning ninja; Jay hoped that no one else would notice so it wouldn’t end up on the media. What a mess to clean up that would be, and the others already made enough messes online. The man huffed as if Jay had personally offended him, stalking off into the crowd where Jay’s eyes couldn’t be bothered to follow him. Frowning, Jay took another sip of his drink, only to bring it away from his mouth in confusion.

Why did it taste different?

Must be my lightning, Jay thought to himself as he drank it, noticing the previously sweet taste switching to salty. His lightning tended to change his taste buds whenever he suppressed it, just another little quirk of having powers, so this was just another case of that happening.

It definitely wasn’t the case fifteen minutes later.

Jay kept getting dizzier and dizzier as time passed, leaning back on the pillar and relying on it to keep him stable. Everything around him was spinning, the low lights blurring into vague patterns and swirling around on the floor at a speed that he couldn’t comprehend. He could feel the sweat gathering on the back of his neck, hot and sticking to his shirt collar. There were nails being driven into his temples, and he winced as the crowd suddenly cheered when Cyrus Borg came out on the other side of the room to start his speech. Pixal and Zane were on the stage with him, and Jay had to keep himself from screaming as the spotlights followed the three as they walked.

Up until now, he had hesitated everytime his hand went to his comm; he had already pissed Cole off once or twice, he shouldn’t say anything unless it was an absolute emergency.

His vision blacked out for a second, and Jay was suddenly hyperaware of everything happening around him. This wasn’t normal; this was an emergency.

“Cole,” Jay said, swallowing back the spit in his mouth that threatened to spill down his lips. Why couldn’t he feel his lips? Why did his throat feel like it was clogging up with something?

Reaching up with an arm, his brother looked quite bored. “What is it now, Jay?”

“Something’s wrong.”

Jay must’ve forgotten to switch to their private channel, because Lloyd’s voice came through the tinny speaker. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m dizzy,” Jay couldn’t keep himself from stuttering, and he started panicking as his knee gave out from under him. What the hell was in his drink?

Starting to push through the crowd, he could barely pick Cole out from the crowd, only hearing the earth ninja’s voice through his earpiece. “Jay, Jay did you drink something-”

And Jay was crashing to the floor.

Head smacking against the ground, Jay was coughing up spit, reeling from the loud gasp that surged through the crowd at the sight of one of the Ninja collapsing. Even though this was far from the first time that he had hit his head, he still found himself dizzier than before, struggling to ground himself in the forest of suit pants and dresses that he was stuck in. His hands were shaking as they tried to push him up, and he cried out as his elbows stopped working and his head hit the ground again.

Why couldn’t he feel his legs? Panic swarmed through his chest as he tried to wiggle his toes, but he couldn’t tell if it was working.

First Master, he was drugged.

“Move!” he heard two voices at once; one voice in the earpiece and the other through the ear not smushed against the tile. “Move out of the way!”

Other voices were clammering around him, and Jay would’ve yelled for them all to shut up if his tongue didn’t feel like it was a piece of cotton stuffed into his mouth. He was pretty sure he was drooling all on the floor, and he could feel the excess dribbling down his chin when rough hands pulled him upright.

There was Cole, face pinched in worry and hurriedly speaking into his comm. “I have him, he just collapsed and I don’t know why. Shut down the exits and get Borg out of here-”

Jay had to stop listening as the spotlights focused directly into his eyes, and he slammed his eyelids shut as if that were going to do anything. Cole was quick to block out the light, but the damage had been done; Jay leaned to the side and vomited, red punch spurting from his lips along with the small finger sandwiches that he had chowed down on earlier. Some of it landed on some poor patron’s shoes, and Jay opened his mouth to apologize only to upchuck more of his guts. His stomach heaved under the weight of his anxiety, feeling the voices around him change to a disgusted pitch, and the feeling of knowing that all of these strangers were seeing one of their protectors collapse and throw up like some drunkard made him flush with shame.

Something hauled him up from under the armpits, and suddenly he was on the move. Cole was taking him somewhere.

“Can’t take you anywhere without shit hitting the fan,” Cole grumbled, and Jay could feel the tears stinging at his eyes in protest. He didn’t mean for this to happen!

But was it his fault anyway? Could he have done anything to stop the man?

He was sat on some cheap chair a few hallways down, and Jay couldn’t move his arms or legs to try and readjust himself, the numbness spreading from his chest outwards. Cole pressed a warm hand to Jay’s forehead, feeling his cheeks and the back of his neck.

Jay felt so ashamed when he couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. “Cole, Cole-”

“What happened, Jay?” Cole asked, a serious expression on his face. He reached up to start thumbing away the tears. “Are you drunk? I promise you aren’t in trouble if you are, things happen.”

He shook his head as best as he could. “No, someone spiked it.”

Mouth agape, Cole clicked it shut, fury overtaking his features. “Who. The. Fuck. Spiked your drink?”

“A guy, he ran into me and must’ve put it in my punch,” Jay let out a small sob as the spinning room sped up. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“The only thing you have to be sorry for is not telling me sooner,” Cole stressed, cupping his brother’s cheek when Jay’s head lulled to the side. “First Master, is this why you were so fidgety? I knew something was wrong; I’m the one who should be saying sorry to you.”

Shaking his head, Jay felt the shame swell up even further. “It’s not your fault-”

“No, but I’m still your brother, and I should’ve checked in the moment I thought something was wrong.” Cole clicked his tongue, thumb brushing against Jay’s jaw in a way that had his heart aching. “I gotta check how bad it is, bluebell. How many fingers am I holding up?”

If Jay was being completely honest, it looked like twelve, so that’s exactly what he said. Cole’s worried face was not reassuring in the slightest.

Nya’s voice flowed into his ear, and Jay sobbed. He wanted her, he wanted her so bad. “Jay, honey, I need you to talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Some asshat spiked his drink,” Cole said briskly, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over Jay after seeing how hard the blue ninja was shaking. “He’s still conscious, but I don’t think he’s moving anytime soon. We’re in the hallway off to the left of the main room.”

Finally, the severity of the situation hit Jay: he had been drugged. Someone had deliberately sought him out and messed with his drink with ill intentions that Jay could only dream of, even though those dreams would actually be nightmares.

The thought of what could’ve happened if Cole hadn’t seen him go down made him sick to his stomach.

“I’ll be right there,” and Jay felt his lip start to wobble as the sobs rushed up his throat, because he wanted Nya here now and he was scared and he was too cold but too hot at the same time and he couldn’t move and Cole was mad at him and why was his vision tunneling and oh shit was it always this hard to breathe-

A hand tangled itself in his hair, gently freeing it from its prison of hair products as Jay gasped for air. “Stay with me, Bluejay. Nya’s on her way and then we’re getting you out of here. You’re gonna go home and we’re going to spoil you rotten, okay?”

His hands scrambled for something to hang onto, his fingertips unfeeling, and Cole was quick to put his other warm hand into Jay’s as he readjusted the makeshift blanket over Jay’s form. It wasn’t nearly as good as a shock blanket would’ve been but beggars can’t be choosers. Jay forced his body forward, landing clumsily on Cole’s chest as the earth ninja quickly compensated for the extra weight. “I want Nya.”

There was yelling from the main room that made it hard for Jay to hear what Cole was saying. “I know buddy, she’ll be here soon. I’m going to hold you just like this for a little while, okay?”

“Okay,” Jay whispered, feeling the tears start to soak into his brother’s suit, and First Master he hoped it was going to be okay.

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woeswrites · 26 days

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Yandere Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Alluding towards torture, Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors,

Notes: Hannibal's done! A fic idea I had shortened down into whatever this is lol

Hannibal sure loved his dinner parties

Needless to say the community did too

To satiate the numerous requests for more he'd decided it was time to out-do himself yet again

A gathering to celebrate summer solstice would do

He'd spend a considerable amount of time in preparation

Handwritten invitations

A completely unique menu

And last but certainly not least, the gathering of ingredients

As he finished off the last of the swine he could already see his vision coming together

'The day of' quickly approached

Hours he spent slaving away in the kitchen

Finally he'd be able to enjoy himself and entertain his guests

He'd meticulously picked out his visitors for this event

You were very much not among those he'd selected

His eyes trained against your figure

A simple glance and nothing would have been amiss

But Hannibal was not the average onlooker

One by one he picked up on curiosities about you

Your darting eyes scoping out the place

Your suit, new but definitely not costly enough to fit in with the rest of the crowd

And one last thing, that fancy watch of yours

Hannibal excused himself from the clique who had entrapped him with their formalities

A few quick greetings here and there and he was by your side

"Forgive me, but I cannot seem to remember your name. All the party planning must be clouding my memory."

You were quite surprised at the host's appearance

Its not like you were in a group of people

On the contrary, you were alone, on the outskirts of the room

"No need to ask forgiveness. This is actually our first time meeting. Y/n-- Monroe's plus one. It's nice to meet you."

Hannibal gracefully accepted your handshake

He didn't feel the need to mention that he'd already encountered Monroe and his companion that night

That would ruin the fun

He'd strike up a conversation, all the basics (weather, occupation, etc.)

It was safe to say Hannibal didn't believe the accountant lie

He felt your callouses earlier, those were hands of labor

But, yet again, that was something he kept to himself for the time being

By the time you started looking a little antsy someone was calling for Hannibal

"Hostly duties. I hope to catch you again before the party's over Mr. L/n. Do try some of the horderves, I hear the chef's fantastic."

As soon as you escaped the interaction you were back at it

Scanning the various rooms for anything light enough that was worth taking

Elite parties like this were like taking candy from a baby

It's not like these millionaires would notice a few pieces of jewelry missing anyways

Especially not while they were off getting drunk with their friends

Hey, even if they did

You'd soon be gone without a trace

Or at least you thought so

While everyone else was mingling downstairs you'd managed to worm your way into the master bedroom

Luckily you'd brought a pretty bulky satchel with you

Everything and anything that looked valuable was slipped inside the bag

While questioning whether or not the gold candle holders were worth the space they'd take up you heard something

Footsteps

The function was still thriving downstairs (as evident from all the chatter and music)

Perhaps a random partygoer felt the urge to explorex

You weren't too worried about it before they started sounding closer

And closer

It was evident they were heading your way

It was too late to hide

They were practically already here

You quickly clasped your satchel together again before the man fully stood before you

"Well look at what we have here."

"Hannibal! You're just the man I had wanted to see. I have completely gotten lost. Where's your bathroom?"

Your sheepish smile did nothing to convince the man in front of you

Instead he'd locked the door behind him

"If you're trying to be secretive about your motives, maybe you should be careful about wearing your spoils before you've fully left the scene of the crime."

Hannibal points at the watch on your wrist

You might have been wearing it but it was definitely his

You tried to rectify your actions

You clearly had never been caught before

All of the goods were thrown onto the ground

You backed away, begging him to forgive you for you actions

"You know, I really hate the rude. I don't know what more ill-mannered than stealing."

Hannibal approached slowly, rolling up his sleeves

You tried backing away but couldn't get too far

"I'm sorry-- I'm so so sorry!"

"No you aren't. But you will be."

Just like that you were out

It took a second for you to realize you were awake again, your vision obscured by some sort of cloth

Hannibal would eventually reveal your surroundings

You were in his basement, a sight not many were privy to

It probably had something to do with the meats hanging down there

You had to fight the bile that rose up your throat

Hannibal grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him

"We're gonna shape you into a good boy. No matter how long it takes."

He wheeled a cart over to you, the tools a little too fuzzy for you to make out with how bad your head hurt

"Don't look so scared. A little cooperation and maybe this won't hurt so bad Mylimasis."

He'd break you down over time

There was no other option

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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader, Commander Thorn x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, implied smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence.

Part two

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.9k

You fell had fallen asleep at your desk stretching out the design for the caff shop until one of the senators poked you back into consciousness. Embarrassing a paper clung to your face as you sat up, however the peeling sound was extremely satisfying.

"Thank you, Senator Chuchi," you said laying the paper back down on your desk. You noticed her observing eyes looking at the papers and partial recipes, "I was thinking to see about opening a Coffee shop a few level down so the troopers could get some," you admitted anxiously trying to tuck the papers away.

"I think it is brilliant, do you mind?" she asked pointing on the proposal paper.

You blinked stunned, "Be my guest," you said handing it to her, "I think it would benefit everyone's late nights."

"Give me a couple days, I'll see what I can do," she smiled taking the paper reading over it as she walked off.

It didn't take long for an answer. After work you had started cleaning up your desk for the next rotation when you noticed the red shock trooper approaching with a rather large looking envelope. He handed it to you and waited for the response. Your fingers ripped the seam of it open, the senate had thought it was a very good investment. You screamed giddily and through your arms around the trooper hearing a disgruntled groan come from him before coughing and stepping back, "My apologies, the senate building is getting a coffee shop on the lower levels for the troops and senators."

"Good evening, Ma'am. I will let Senator Chuchi know the delivery was successful."

The moment the trooper was out of sight you did a little happy dance. You turned your attention back to the small packet and reread it, excited that you could begin work immediately. You practically danced your way down to the designated level and room, fiddling with the controls you finally got the door to open to the near empty expanse except for a few stray box's.

"The senate building is closed to the public, I must ask you to leave," a voice called behind you.

You turned finding him waiting a kama and a visored helmet, "Commander! I work upstairs in filing, I am currently inspecting this location for a new shop."

"You must be mistaken with this is the Commander offices." You handed the commander the filing paperwork, "Great just wanted I needed distractions," he mumbled handing you the paper back.

"Given this is mostly for the stationed troopers, I thought it would be nice," you said curtly.

"Last thing I need is baby sitting duty to keep my brothers in line," he grumbled, "Good evening," Fox said turning in his heel heading back towards him office grumbling to himself about professional courtesy.

How rude? You did your best to shrug off the comment but it kept eating at you. I'll just start ordering supplies after a full nights rest. You walked past the offices noticing the Commander from earlier but another lounging in his office who gave you a small wave. At least some of the soldiers will appreciate it. You got onto the bus to head home finding the trooper who waved was standing there, he flagged you over. Keeping your hand on the rails you made your way finding the section marked 'clones' your stomach fell to the floor, the discrimination of the clones was a touchy subject but one that made you want to kick and scream.

"I just wanted to say thank you for the opening the Caf shop, no idea how you pulled it off but the boys are excited."

"The other commander seemed less then thrilled," you tried to hide the scowl on your face.

"Fox? He's rougher than durasteel around the edges. Name's Thorn by the way."

You awkwardly stuck out your free hand and said your name, "Nice to meet you," he took your arm and shook it back. His hesitation to you suggested he wasn't use to people to greeting him back, "So why are you on this bus? Don't you guys have personal speeders?" you asked noticing the lack of other shock trooper colors.

"I'm going to 79's, remember citizen don't drink and fly," he chuckled at his own joke.

"79's... Oh the clone bar?" You had never been there but overheard several troopers talking about fun nights out.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Are non clones allowed it?" You asked arching an eyebrow.

"Nat borns? Also yes, never been?"

"No, might check it out. Might give me ideas."

"You should if you're free sometimes."

"I'll go home and change, sounds like fun."

"Oh, do you want an escort?"

"I'd love that," Thorn walked with you back to your small apartment waiting outside while you get changed, "You're neighbors love to stare."

"Oh yeah... their probably wondering why work followed me home, if I'm in any sort of trouble so I should be expecting a text..." your comm beeped, "Speaking of which," you laughed. You answered the messages as quickly as possible while following Thorn back onto the train.

"That's good you have friends that care about you," he offered once you were done telling anyone that your coffee shop project got approved.

"Everyone deserves a friend, got many?"

"Thousands," he chuckled, "Just warning you might want to stick close to me or my brothers are going to hit on you something fierce."

"It can't be that-"

"Yes, yes it can be. Especially if the 501st is there," he genuinely laughed, "offer still stands, also since we'll be sitting at the commander's officer, if there's a guy in grey armor that's Wolffe. He's a major flirt don't mind him."

"Thanks for the heads up."

Both of you kept up the small talk as you reach 79's. You took it the bar, semi low lit, loud music towards the dance floor, a few luxury female droids, a distinct beer smell, and tons of troopers with a handful or too 'nat borns' wandering around. For some reason the place made you grin, happy soldiers enjoying some down time from the war given a place to feel... normal and accepted. Thorn guided you to the back table furtherest away from the music, you heard the small groan when he saw both Wolffe and Fox

"The bane of my existence," Fox grumbled.

"Don't mind him, he's grumpy because I dragged him out of his office... literally," Wolffe smirked, "Take off your helmet, breath, and drink, vod."

Thorn took off his helmet first, setting it on the table in front of him. His hair was a dark shade of red but in the regular solider cut with a miniature tattoo spelling 'Hammer' across his eyebrow. He stared down Fox until he caved and took his off. You stared at him for a moment to long looking at his short shaved sides and medium top combed comb making him squint at you for a moment before flagging the service droid for drinks. Unlike his brothers Fox’s eyes were almost true to his namesake, perfect golden sunrise kissed irises with his tanned complexion making them almost seem to glow even in the faded light.

"Need a drink with how much work I won't be able to get done," he scowled.

"It's not like I had a choice on where the location would be," you countered, "Wear earplugs."

Wolffe smirked watching Fox's anger flared up, "The lady has a point."

"Yes," Fox gridded out, "You know the 'cafe' is going to cause distractions which means lack of productivity and efficiency."

"Are you really complaining over decent caf? You live on that poor excuse of black sludge excuse for coffee," Thorn nipped at him which just got an eye roll.

"Do you really not trust your men to behave professionally and be respectful and timely? Isn't the Coruscant guard suppose to be the best of the best?" you poked getting a deadpan stare from Wolffe at the audacious comment.

Fox's lip twitch into a snarl, "Bold," is all he said.

Thorn tried to keep the smile off his face by covering his mouth with his hand eyeing the droid bringing the drinks over. Between drink the two of you passed comments back and forth about decor and drink name ideas. Most of the drinks took on names of various command titles and battalion numbers to really make it clone friendly. Wolffe scowled when his came up but didn't complain that the concept of it was made expresso.

"Him!" A blue captain came walking over who had been very obviously eves dropping pointed at a blue trooper, "Never serve him coffee. Ever. Hardcase is hyper enough. Mind if I join?"

"Getting off your leash for once, vod?" Wolffe snorted scooting into the booth giving him space to sit, "Sit, Rex" he said casually so you wouldn't have to ask.

"Switch spots with me," Thorn whispered, "501st has a few flirts."

You contently stood up letting Thorn slide out so you could slide into his spot unfortunately sliding in next to Fox causing him to scoot closer to Wolffe in the middle. Rolling your eyes you grabbed your glass taking a few sips. While they all conversed about recent duties you took your time eyeing the trooper's automatically finding the flirts as one winked at you. Thorn noticed shooting him a looking smirking as he turned around, "They should leave you alone... hopefully," his tone suggested he was less than positive about the statement.

"She should get use to it," Fox said curtly.

"Just want to through her to the wolves don't you," Wolffe teased winking at him, "You really are a blurg in the mud sometimes."

"Sometimes?" You watched the brotherly banter unfold about the stick up Fox's ass about how tightly wound to he is to his work. Another round of drinks came and they shoved towards Fox telling him to enjoy himself, he drank both of them to shut his brothers up. The drinks had started loosening him up finally but there was still an air about his unwavering authority and harshness after they got a couple more drinks in him that finally started to subside too.

"What do you think so far?" Thorn whispered.

"Like this better then the regular cantina's" you admitted, "Seems more relaxed."

"Most of the time, sometimes fights break out. I don't recommend you civs get anywhere near when one happens."

"Nat Borns, Civs, any other terms I need to know?" you asked curiously.

"Not off the top of my head. Dance?" Thorn asked while the both of you watched in slow motion as the question jostled you enough for your hand to miss completely setting the drink fully down on the counter spilling it's context over Fox.

He growled, "Can't even be asked to dance without being a problem," he grabbed the napkins out of the dispenser blotting up the mess, "Can't wait until you burn yourself with just getting hit on, the amount of paperwork."

"Fox," Wolffe growled back, "Stow it."

Thorn slide out of the booth letting you climb out the flush across your face as bright as Coruscant guard red, "I'm sorry, Fox," you said looking at him.

"It's Commander Fox to you," he said climbing out heading towards the refresher.

Slowly you made your way towards the door before Thorn caught you trying to sneak away, "Dance, he's just tired." You looked between the door and him opting to dance just so he wouldn't hold leaving over your head. After fumbling stepping on Thorn's foot several times you finally got into the grove of the danced "Something on your mind?"

"Just wondering if he's right-"

"The what if's of life are keeps you from being in the present and tends to leave you with guilt."

"Thank you."

The men he tried to ward off kept staring, Thorn scowled at them before giving them a warning gesture to back off. Putting himself between you and them he finally relaxed again muttering about maybe if Fox got laid wouldn't be such an ass, you couldn't help but giggle. He apologized saying he didn't realize he had said that out loud. After a couple more dance the two of you headed back to the table, the three of them still sitting there chatting mindlessly about whatever came out of their liquid freed up mouths.

"Pretty lady at the counter checking you out Foxy," Wolffe snickered.

"I choose the company of my Vod's."

"Even I know how to relax," Rex scowled, "Don't make me call your batch mates," he jokingly threaten.

Fox grimaced looking at the woman at the counter then back at you then back at the woman, "Your sister is prettier than you."

"So are your brothers," you deadpanned slipping out of the booth and out the front door, you felt entirely humiliated. At the risk of crying you flagged down a taxi to take you home instead of wanting to wait around on the bus. Peeling off the dress and stepping into the shower the tears finally shed. The pressure of trying to get the shop up and running, that embarrassment and just wondering what you did wrong after just trying to do something nice hit you like a plummeting ship. You shut off the water just sitting there for a moment before pulling yourself up, Tomorrow is a new day... but avoiding him couldn't hurt.

Between finishing the work load of filing early you ordered everything you needed stating the room number where it needed to be delivered too. Arriving downstairs you found the door prompt open with boxes inside along with Thorn hauling the rest of the guards boxes out.

"Stupid droids delivered some of the supplies to my office, I'll bring them over after I drop these at filing."

"Thank you, Commander," you said formally turning your attention back to the boxes. You groaned at the amount of work you had to do, finding his office you found a few more stacks groaning you push some of them to the room thanking the tiles floor for cooperating. By the time Thorn had gotten back you were gleaming with sweat but managed to get all of the boxes inside.

"I said I was going to bring them over," he scolded watching you down water as if your sweat had sucked all of it out of you.

“Problem?” You heard Fox’s rough voice.

“No, Sir,” you said gulping down the rest of the water prying yourself off the heap of boxes, “Just explaining that I can move my own boxes,” you added curtly glowering at him before stalking off to organize the piles of boxes.

“Next time please let me, it isn’t a problem,” Thorn said pointedly staring at Fox.

You didn’t hear Fox leave, you turned to see his lingering presence in the door frame “Can I help you?”

“Not even open yet and causing problems,” he scoffed walking off.

You wanted to throw a box at his head, if he wasn’t the head of the guard it might have been worth it. Even Thorn cocked his head glaring at him as he walked away, “Funny cause you went home with her ‘sister’ last night.” You’re face turned bright red, you heard him apologizing for the unchaste comment before you shut the door in his face not being able to get the burning under control. He went home with her? If that isn’t a backwards compliment. That insufferable dreadful man is not going to ruin this for me.

Hearing a barely audible tap on the door you opened it apolozing to who you assumed to be Thorn about needing a moment to yourself to find Fox standing there and the rest of your words died in your mouth. He handed you a cup of Caf, as if you didn’t have a few boxes worth in one of these piles, and walked off. Was that a poor excuse for an apology? You took a sip of the caf and nearly sprayed it into the hallway. This is why I’m opening a caf shop, this is disgusting. They get disgusting beer and even worse coffee. However you forced yourself to drink it wrinkling your nose with every drink. It was dangerously caffeinated you zoomed from task to task until the coffee bar was fully set up which looked odd in such an empty room.

“See, the coffee is fine as is,” Fox chuckled walking by to peer at the progress you were making impressed with how much you accomplished.

“I see why you have no taste,” you saw his footstep flatter for a moment knowing the punch landed.

“Don’t know if I should applaud you or be afraid of you,” Thorn chuckled bringing in another huge box, “You forgot your cups, kind of hard to serve coffee without them.”

“Thank you.”

“79’s after?” he asked setting the box next to the counter.

“Because that went so well the first time,” you muttered, “Sure,” you said offering a smile.

Sure enough, Fox walked in saying he was going too. You tried to keep a straight face but the tension between the half hidden glare was enough to make Thorn squirm hauling his brother out of the room to leave you to your work.

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halsinshoneypot · 5 months

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You Are More Than Her Lies - pt.1

Sanji’s POV

"That fool pulled me into his arms tightly right there, and said in a forced whisper..."

*click* *click* *click* Why won't this damn thing light?! *click* *click*

"You're my salvation. Let's get married."

*click*

"Let's get married"

*click* *click*

"Let's get married! ahahahaha!"

*click*

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Sanji already felt bad enough. He promised to meet the rest of the crew at Zou, so he went, he went to Zou and found a city burned and its inhabitants tortured. He and the rest of the Zou team - Chopper, Nami, Brook but not their temporary guests, Momonosuke and Kin'emon - worked hard to defend the inhabitants and heal any injured. But once things had settled, Sanji got surprised by a member of the worst generation, coming to remind him of the so called 'obligations' from his past, causing him to leave the crew on Zou and with them a message. While being presented with his two nightmares, Sanji's emotions (which he kept schooled behind a subtle angry façade as to not worry the other crew any further) clearly got through to the swordsman of the crew.

Even from thousands of miles away, that green haired annoyance could still sense Sanji's emotions, all the good and bad, the shameful and prideful, the depressing and the joyful. Sanji could also feel Zoro's emotions. Neither the cook or the swordsman knew why or how, but they know the when; the first snap of this eternal shared connection happened when Sanji served the four members of the newly formed Straw-hat Pirates in Baratie. There was something akin to a lightning strike that appeared when Sanji and Zoro gazes met, then instantly they both were flooded with emotions of the other - the two young men were confused but played it off, assuming it was the selection of alcohol being served throughout the restaurant today or something the food elicited. The two weren’t exactly worried about what these emotions were or where they came from and why, which is why when later events took place in their entwined fate, they were at such a loss for words of explanation that the two agreed to keep this strange happening between them, both hoping to continue their epic journey of making dreams come to fruition.

So, when Sanji felt the familiar ease of reassurance and determination barrel down the bond him and marimo shared, he felt irritated. Zoro wouldn’t understand what Sanji is going through, he’s not even there to see why Sanji is scared! Why Sanji is trying to hide a tremor that is threatening to give his true feelings away, the slight burn behind his eyes that wasn’t a product of the smoke he is currently nursing, why he’s worrying for his fellow crew mate's lives. The terrifying reality of the Vinsmoke family finally coming to cash in the little value that Sanji offered them, who they sent and the even more unsettling news that his value was worth a marriage to one of the daughters of Big Mom – Sanji was waiting to wake up in a cold sweat and for Zoro to be resting closer to Sanji.

Zoro always seemed to be there whenever Sanji woke from the terrors, he would curse the emotional bond and hope it hadn’t developed to share images. The swordsman isn’t chatty about his past and hasn’t hinted to wanting to know Sanjis, not like the cook would tell the swordsman, it would just put the crew in danger of his psychotic family. Therefore, Sanji never opted to thank Zoro or hope for some kind of grounding that a close friend or lover could give. No. That’s not how men act towards their superior manly crewmate, they just step over the odd show of seeming solidarity and pretend there was no such display. Men go on with their day and do their crewmate duties, hoping to find some comfort in the little interactions of the women onboard and let their sunshine captain temporarily outshine the darkness of their past. But peoples past come to haunt them sooner or later and in Sanji’s case, it was sooner than he liked and in the form of threats to the people he cares the most about - unless he cooperates and do as his family demands.

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Sanji stood outside of Puddings window. Lighter struggling with the torrent downpour, flowers and food dropped to the grass, and a shattered heart. The blond had hoped that Pudding would really be his salvation, the light at the end of this sewage pipe he found himself drowning in. The revealing of carefully crafted schemes and the mockery of Sanji while doing so must mean Pudding didn’t feel the same, maybe she even orchestrated the original plan. Sanji feels more humiliation for the fact that his elder sister is hearing Pudding’s mockery of his confession, that the plan of Germa 66 and Big Mom’s plans to unite through this sham of a marriage were falling through so swiftly and all he could do was fail to light his smoke while hearing how utterly fucked they all are; making him feel like a failure more than ever.

That’s when a familiar tug pulled him from his wallowing. Zoro, the swordsman, his crewmate who knew what Sanji’s current suffering felt like. There was a new emotional flittering down the bond this time, it was warm and comforting, as if Zoro was basking Sanji in warm sunlight with a refreshing breeze. Marimo must be trying to tell Sanji that he is there for him, Zoro is there to take those emotions on and give Sanji a break, let the captain handle it, giving Sanji a new sense of hope. The bond doesn’t show images and the two men can’t telepathically communicate, but the bond has a way of making the emotions feel like there are words there. As if Sanji is telling Zoro ‘I’m well and truly fucked’ and Zoro is responding ‘Good thing our captain is there, and you have me to help reassure you your worries won’t come true’.

Sanji might often hate the swordsman more than he hates anyone who flirts with Nami and Robin, but marimo can have his moments where Sanji can appreciate how reliable he is. Zoro is lazy when he’s not working out, drinks sake like a fish dying for water and is overtly confident in his strength and ability to wield three master swords which can become unbearable to listen to. The loyalty, protectiveness of those he treasures, and emotional wisdom Zoro carries is hard to not wish you had him at your side in dire moments. Right now, for instance, would’ve been a great time for Zoro to unsheathe his swords and teach Pudding a lesson for hurting Sanji's sister – the only family member currently alive who cared for him. Sanji is overwhelmed with the feeling of missing his crewmates, the thousand sunny rocking on the seas while he prepares meals for the crews' specific needs. Sanji misses the comforting atmosphere of Zoro when he was near, not just the fleeting moment the bond provides.

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This was inspired by @baahsu soulmate au prompt so thank you for the inspo! I love their blog so give them a visit and I have pt.2 in the works 🥰

#zoro x sanji #sanji x zoro #zosan week #zosan #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #straw hat pirates #soulmates #writing prompt #og post

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 8 months

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Dark! Aemond x Helaena Targaryen (Game of Thrones style): Princess of Dragons.

Concept: After the rebellion by Daemon, Helaena and Aemond are in Pentos where Aemond prepares to retake Westeros.

Based on the first episode of Game of Thrones.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and violence as well as arranged marriages and a dark aemond. I aged Aemond up and aged Helaena down.

The flowers in her room had died a miserable death as most things here in Pentos. Princess Helaena Targaryen looked over the gardens that belonged to the estate where she was staying almost a year now. A year without any duties or expectations or even begging. She and her brother were treated as true royalty in the care of Borros, one of the many traders of Pentos.

Helaena found peace and great comfort into looking at the horizon. She pictured a big stone castle with a beautiful big stone bridge full of history and majesty. An image created by the tales of her brother. An image of what she dreamed of calling: Home.

It was far across the seas, miles away and taken by the Usurper Daemon. But her brother promised her that they would return one day.

With fire and with blood.

Now how he would do that. He was always vague on it. "With armies." He snapped at her, often taking his anger out on her whenever something bothered him. "We go home with armies." He promised his younger sister.

What was home? She wouldn't know.

Finally, a voice rang out to her that sent Chills down her spine and made her heart beat faster. She nervously pulled her nails as her second eldest brother entered the room. He had an undefeated smile on his lips and he looked nothing as an exiled prince who no longer held power. He looked as a prince who owned this castle. Helaena knew better than anyone that this is just one kind host. Sooner or later, they'll tire of her and her brother and kick them out to the streets again. Where she will starve again. Where he will sell more of their ever getting smaller collection of royal jewellery. "Helaena!" Her brother called her name sweetly this time. Perhaps he would not hit her.

Her brother stepped closer, towering above her with his intimidating height. He presented her a pink almost salmon colour of dress, made of silk fabric to her. She kept her eyes on him waiting for him to give her instructions. She was a girl afraid of her own shadow. "Go ahead, touch it." He told his sister.

Helaena hesitated briefly before obeying her brother's command touching the fabric beneath her fingers. "It's a gift. From Ser Borros." Her brother informed her with a grin. She felt her brows knit together in worry. They had been Borros's guest for over a year now. Yet he hasn't asked for anything for housing her and her brother.

"We have been his guest for a year now." Helaena muttered. She did not want to insult Borros.

She looked at her brother in worry. "He hasn't asked anything back." She noticed her brother's remaining good eye often glancing down at her body taking in her curves.

He smiled. "Borros is not a fool. He knows I won't forget my friends once I get my crown." He told his sister. He grabbed hold of the fabric that held her dress up, easily stripping her naked and bare. He took a step backwards to fully admire her before smiling approvingly. "You still slouch. Yet, any fool would see you have become a beautiful woman." He leaned in closer and for a moment Helaena was scared he might try to kiss her. Aemond Targaryen briefly leaned in when whispering in her ear. "Everything I've done, to keep us safe, to feed you, to keep you alive despite your failures, is that we one day will return to King's Landing and so that I can sit my throne. You will be on your best behaviour today when that savage comes to inspect you. Am I understood?" Aemond hissed at her.

"I've done everything you asked, Aemond. What failures do you speak off?" She whispered.

He chuckled as if he knew plenty.

"Had you been born faster, our eldest brother Aegon might have kept his paws off from that disgusting whore in the North. We would not have had a rebellion. Our parents would be alive. As would our brother be."

He blames her still.

She had hoped it would pass over time.

But Aemond does not let go of grudges. He barely escaped Westeros with his life. He had to pay the high price of one eye when an assassin send by Daemon found them. Their mother, Alicent died when giving birth to Helaena and Helaena had been a mere babe when Aemond took her under his wing.

Everything she knows of her house is because of him. Because of his dedication that one day they will return. She owned him so much. So why does she feel so horrible that she will be married today? Marriage is politics, Aemond had told her. It was common for a princess to marry for politics. And in return, Aemond would have his army. A chance to go home.

For many years Helaena longed to be home.

But now that it was so close to happening, she wondered if it was worth it. Aemond left her with a final kiss on her lips. "When they write the story of my Reign, my sweet sweet sister. They will say it began today." He smirked as if he had already had this army. As if he already won.

/a/m

Short drabble let me know what you think xxx

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #dark aemond targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #dark aemond targaryen x oc #darkfantasy #aegon ii targaryen #dark aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #helaemond #aemond x helaena #dark old work #AFAB Reader #Dark #head the warnings #writing #old work

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haledamage · 5 months

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One of the kiss in the rain prompts, your choice, with Nadia/Kurt :3

a hopeful kiss in the rain a playful, happy kiss in the rain

I couldn’t pick which one I liked best, so I decided to use a couple of them! they deserve it :3 special guest appearances by Síora and Sieglinde and their exasperated support of their best friends. I’m very proud of them for not locking anyone in any closets to get them to finally admit their feelings (it was a close call)

Nadia/Kurt and how I think their romance confession actually went. Because I know my girl and there’s no way she waited until That One Romance Scene to smooch her man for the first time. ~3200 words, takes place right after Kurt's third companion quest, so spoilers for that and the conversations after it

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Kurt kept a keen eye on Nadia as she weaved through the crowd of the Coin Tavern in San Matheus. Though tonight’s lot was perhaps more trustworthy than most, and filled with far more folks than usual who would jump to her rescue in a moment’s notice, it was still his duty to keep her safe, and that’s what he intended to do. He knew better than to let his guard down, even among friends. Especially among friends, if the last month was any indication.

And if, perhaps, he watched her with more than just her safety in mind, eyes lingering on the curve of her lips as she smiled or on the elegant movements of her hands as she spoke, well. Certainly no one in this crowd would fault him for it.

“So that’s her, then,” Sieglinde stated, drawing his attention temporarily away from Nadia to where she sat next to him. The two of them had wedged themselves in a shadowed corner with their backs to the wall, where they could see the entire tavern. Old habits. “The girl you were always talking about, your protege at the palace. Pity it took something like this for me to finally meet her.”

“Aye, that’s her.” Kurt sighed and reached for his mug, though he didn’t raise it to take a drink. “Seems like dangerous business being my ‘protege’ these days.”

“Looks to me like she’s weathered it just fine,” she teased. “Don’t think she minds a bit of danger.”

That just made his frown deepen. “Just because she can face it doesn’t mean she should have to.” Into his drink, he muttered, “Especially not on my account.”

“Come now, Kurt. She’s older than you were when you met her,” Sieglinde pointed out. There was a softness to her voice that told him she wanted to say more about everything he’d endured by the time he was Nadia’s age, but thankfully she let the words linger without voicing them. “Wiser too, I’d wager, and much more charming.”

He gave Sieglinde a sharp look, though he didn’t deny it. It only earned him a playful smile in return. “More patient, too,” he eventually added. He couldn’t keep the fondness out of his voice, and unconsciously his gaze drifted back across the room to Nadia.

She was leaning over a table full of Nauts and former Ghost Company recruits, her eyes shining and face bright with laughter. Her tablemates stared up at her with nearly identical dazed, starry-eyed expressions. They weren’t the first to be enchanted by the force of nature that was Nadia de Sardet, and wouldn’t be the last.

“She would have to be.” Sieglinde watched Kurt watch Nadia, and saw those same stars in his eyes. “Does she know?”

“Know what?” The answer was almost automatic, the reflexive habit to hide his desires, to push aside his own feelings so they wouldn’t get in anyone else’s way. A habit Síora had been trying to break him of for months now, and Nadia had been trying to find a way to counter for far longer than that.

Sieglinde smacked him on the arm, hard enough to feel it even through the padding of his armor. “Don’t play dumb, Kurt. You can fool your nobles, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well.”

He sighed, pulled off his hat so he could drag a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter,” he said eventually, quiet enough that he could barely be heard over the din of the tavern crowd. “She deserves better than some bitter old mercenary like me.”

“Perhaps she does.” He appreciated that she didn’t try to offer any platitudes or pretend he was anything other than what he was. She had never been one to dance around the truth. “But even a blind man could see the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you.”

As if she could sense that they were talking about her, Nadia glanced in their direction, her eyes locking on Kurt’s with deadly precision.

She smiled at him like they were the only people in the room, sweet and warm and much too intimate for this place. It made him want to whisk her away from here and take her somewhere he could keep that smile all to himself.

It took longer than he liked to push that feeling away.

“Seems to me ‘bitter old mercenary’ is exactly what she wants,” Sieglinde murmured, going in for the kill while his guard was down.

Then someone came by and forced Nadia’s attention back to her table, and the moment was lost.

When she finally looked away, Kurt let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “It doesn’t matter,” he said again.

Sieglinde chuckled to herself, the sound somehow both fond and derisive. “You’re a stubborn fool, Kurt.”

There was no bite in her words, but it still made Kurt feel strangely defensive, and he rounded on her like he expected her to draw her sword on him. “What would you have me do, then?” he snapped, both louder and sharper than he intended. “Court her? Ask her to risk everything for me? Or should I beg her uncle for permission to--”

“You think that girl cares one bit what her uncle thinks about anything she does?” Sieglinde hissed. “The only man whose opinion has ever mattered to her is you. Stop pretending you can’t see that.”

Kurt scoffed darkly and reached for his drink rather than bothering to reply. Doing so would mean admitting that she was right, and he refused to give her the satisfaction.

In the lull in conversation, his attention wandered once again, compulsively, inevitably, back to Nadia.

It wasn’t that he was afraid that she didn’t feel the same for him as he did for her. If anything, he was afraid that she did.

He had known for a long time that she was attracted to him. She had been since she was a child, and had never been shy or subtle about it. The compliments, the cheek kisses, the fond yet teasing way she always said his name--those weren't new developments.

But they had changed since coming to Teer Fradee. Everything had. Or maybe it hadn’t; maybe the only thing that had changed was him. Maybe all the island had done was help him realize that Nadia was no longer a little girl with a crush, but a grown woman who knew exactly what kind of man he was and still smiled at him like he was the sunrise.

“Tell her how you feel, Kurt.” He had almost forgotten Sieglinde was still there, but thankfully managed not to startle when her voice interrupted his long-overdue epiphany. “If not tonight, then soon. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t.”

“I know.” The words hurt to say, and his voice came out rough and raspy even by his usual standards.

She was kind enough to ignore it beyond a companionable pat on his shoulder. “Leave your doubts in the ashes with Hermann where they belong, and stop letting ghosts hold you back.”

The shoulder pat became a firm grip as she used him to leverage herself out of her seat. “I’ll get the next round. I hope you’re not here when I get back.”

Kurt lifted what remained of his ale as Sieglinde melted into the crowd, draining the mug in one swig. He slammed it to the table, then forced himself to his feet and went to find Nadia before he could talk himself out of it.

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Nadia could feel the weight of Kurt’s eyes on her all afternoon as she drifted through the tavern talking to friends both new and old. It took constant effort to keep herself from seeking him out over the crowd, and even then she had only succeeded half the time. She had resorted to finding a chair facing the opposite direction, to remove the temptation entirely.

Síora had yet to decide if she found the whole situation amusing or exasperating. At the moment, she leaned more towards the latter. “Will you catch fire if you look at him, carants?” she asked dryly. “Is that why you act this way?”

Nadia forced herself to stop looking over her shoulder, giving her friend a sheepish grin. “Am I that obvious?”

“You are as subtle as a charging andríg. And yet he still pretends he does not see it.” Síora rolled her eyes, but her expression softened quickly into a playful smile. “You are more patient than I am, Nadi. I would have tired of his hesitating long ago.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” She had to resist the urge to defend Kurt, to point out all the perfectly valid reasons he had for holding back. Instead, she leaned forward conspiratorially, resting her elbows on the table between them. “What would you have me do, then? Flavia suggests I should just show up naked at his door one day.”

“Knowing Kurt, he would simply offer to loan you a shirt.” Síora laughed, and Nadia joined her. They both knew he wasn’t dense enough to actually misread a situation like that, but Kurt had a habit of being intentionally obtuse where Nadia was concerned.

Síora leaned back in her chair, balancing precariously on its back legs, giving her friend a shrewd look. “You should tell him the truth. As plainly as possible, so he cannot hide from it. Whatever happens next is his choice.”

“Maybe,” Nadia responded vaguely. She gave in to the urge to glance in the direction of Kurt’s table, only to find it empty.

Síora’s chair returned to solid ground with a loud clack of wood on wood. “What are you waiting for? A sign from the spirits? Arrows drawn in the sand, encouragement written in the clouds?”

“That would be nice. Is that really so much to ask?”

Síora’s attention shifted to something in the crowd behind Nadia. “It would appear not.”

Before she could ask for clarification on that cryptic statement, a hand landed gently on Nadia’s shoulder. She had a feeling she knew who it belonged to even before she looked up into familiar gray eyes.

“Could I trouble you for a moment?” Kurt asked as soon as he had her attention, the question leaving him in a rush. “There’s… something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Of course.” Nadia caught Siora’s eye as she stood from her seat; the other woman looked positively smug. She valiantly ignored it, smiling at Kurt instead. “I think we could both use a little fresh air. Why don’t we take a walk?”

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Outside, it was cool and quiet, the bustling city feeling almost serene after the hectic tavern. The day was verging on dusk, oranges and reds starting to paint the edges of the heavy clouds that hung overhead. A light rain fell, just enough to make its presence known, but there was much more to come, if those clouds were any indication.

Kurt jumped when Nadia took his arm. Not dramatically, barely more than a twitch really, but enough for her to notice. She gave his bicep what she hoped was a comforting squeeze as he led her away from the tavern.

They strolled at a leisurely pace, in no hurry to get anywhere and with no destination in mind. Kurt watched the road, as if the cobblestones under their boots held a particular fascination for him; Nadia watched him from the corner of her eye, trying to judge his mood from what she could see of his profile.

“Is something the matter?” she asked, when it became clear that he wasn’t going to speak first. “You seem… distracted.”

He laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it. “I suppose you could say that.” He finally lifted his gaze from the ground to meet her eyes, but only for a moment before his attention returned to the street. “It’s nothing you need to worry yourself over, Green Blood. Recent events have just dredged up a lot of history. History that was better off staying buried.”

Nadia no longer bothered to hide the way she watched him. “I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but if you want to, I’ll listen.” She slid her hand down his arm to lace their fingers together instead. “I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”

She was surprised when Kurt started speaking, but her surprise quickly gave away to anger when she heard what he was saying. In a measured voice that did little to cover how painful the subject was for him, he told her about his life before they met. About Hermann and his ‘elite training’. About the conditioning, the torture, the abuse. About even worse atrocities that made the words catch in his throat, refusing to be given voice.

Some of it she already suspected; the rest answered a lot of questions that still lingered from the years Kurt had been her master of arms. The careful, respectful distance he kept her at when she was a child, never touching her in any way unless necessary and asking permission first when he had no other choice; the way he never raised his voice, no matter what trouble she and Constantin caused; the care he took not to injure them during training; the routine check-ins about her well-being, and that her teachers and peers weren't mistreating her; all of it suddenly, horrifically, made sense.

It turned out that burning at the stake was too kind of a fate for Hermann after all. Nadia wished she could go back in time to do it differently. She'd have dragged the bastard all the way to Tír Fradí’s volcano and personally fed him directly to en on míl frichtimen.

“Kurt…” she started, but words failed her. ‘I’m sorry’ felt trite, ‘thank you for telling me’ too unsympathetic.

He smiled at her like he heard everything she didn’t say. “You don’t need to worry about me, Green Blood,” he told her again. “It was a long time ago. He went up in flames, and my memories with him.”

That wasn’t true, and they both knew it, but Nadia let Kurt keep his lie.

Before he could change the subject entirely, though, she closed the gap between them so she could wrap her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she was able. She half expected him to pull away, but he returned the hug without hesitation.

“I know how hard it was to talk about this,” she murmured, her voice muffled slightly by his thickly padded armor. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”

“It means a lot that you’ve been with me through all of this, Nadia. I won’t forget it.” There was more emotion in his voice in those two sentences than there had been while telling her about everything he’d endured.

She shook her head, nuzzling her face deeper into his shoulder in the process. “Kurt, I care about you. I never would have made you face this alone.”

Kurt went suddenly and completely still, and it took longer than Nadia would’ve liked for it to dawn on her why.

“Would you…” he cleared his throat before continuing with less of a tremor in his voice, “can you repeat that for me?”

Oh saints and spirits, this wasn’t how she wanted to do this, but there was no way she would take it back, not ever. If her time on Tír Fradí had taught her anything, it was that one had to take their moments when they come.

She released him and leaned back enough so she could see his face. He watched her with a mix of trepidation and hope. “Kurt. My dearest Kurt…” she touched his face, tracing her fingertips over the arch of his cheek, the sharp edge of his jaw, the scar on his chin, “I care about you. So much.”

She wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised when he kissed her.

It was just a brush of lips, barely more than mingling breath, and over almost as soon as it began. Nadia barely had enough time to feel disappointed about the brevity of it before Kurt kissed her a second time, soft but no longer hesitant, sweet and warm as a summer morning.

His breath left him in a quick, astonished laugh when they eventually parted. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he confessed, barely above a whisper, studying her face like he’d never seen her before. “Forgive me my foolishness for making you wait.”

The rain started to fall around them in earnest, cold and dismal, but Nadia paid it no mind. Nothing short of divine intervention could have pulled her away from him. “You are worth waiting for, Kurt.”

Kurt lit up with a smile she’d never seen from him before, genuine and joyful. “As gracious as she is beautiful…” he cradled her face between both hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, “what have I done to deserve such a gift?”

“I can make you a list, if you’d like. Would you prefer it chronologically or alphabetically?”

His laughter was the loveliest thing she’d ever heard. She couldn’t resist kissing him again, to see if it tasted as sweet as it sounded.

They were well and truly soaked by the time they parted again, and Kurt, ever the responsible one, frowned at the icy water that dripped from the brim of Nadia’s hat. The chill had started to seep into her bones, and it was only due to Kurt’s warmth and her own sheer force of will that she wasn’t shivering yet.

“We should get out of the rain. Wouldn’t want you catching cold.”

An innocuous statement; an obvious one, even. But one that raised an interesting question: “Back to the tavern? Or the house?”

If they went back to the tavern, they could rejoin their friends and pretend nothing had changed. It would be the more proper thing to do, to return to their chaperones and allow their courtship to follow a conventional pace. Going home meant having the rest of the night to themselves… to whatever end they chose.

“I think I’ve had my fill of crowds for the day. I want you to myself a little longer.” There was a promise in his voice that made her breath catch, followed by a surprising bashfulness as he dropped his gaze, the growing puddles on the ground around them suddenly fascinating. “If that is what you want, of course… I don’t mean to presume…”

“Yes,” she said quickly, before Kurt could find a way to talk himself out of this. “I want that too.”

He relaxed, tension draining from his shoulders, replaced with a tentative, but hopeful, version of the smile from before. “You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

The storm picked up even more, stalling any further conversation. Nadia grabbed his hand as she took off down the street, practically running down the rapidly emptying alleys for the short distance to their home.

She pulled him back into her arms as soon as they crossed the threshold, her lips finding his again even before the door was latched. There was no telling how long it would be before they next had to brave the storm; she wanted to make the most of whatever time they had now.

#rhi writes #nadia/kurt #nadia de sardet #kurt greedfall #greedfall #sieglinde was so much fun to write she has such a dynamic and interesting voice #her and siora 100% have had brunch together to commiserate about their besties #(fun little detail that’s purely just there for me: using the colonial spelling of teer fradee for kurt and the native spelling tír fradí f #love the dichotomy of kurt being so romantic and well-spoken but also a shy tongue-tied dummy

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Little Beth is such a joy! Everyone in the house wants to always be around her, Angie and some other older women at church were joking that she's going to have quite the difficulty when it's courting time, she's got (atleast) 8 very protective older brothers! After we got home from Newcrest, the boys took turns being under the weather, so we kept them away until they felt better so we didn't have to deal with a sick baby. As the weather gets colder we're going to be seeing more and more sicknesses doing the rounds, since a lot of our congregation travelled to their families for the holiday period there's always someone who gets awfully sick.

Thankfully I've got my recipe for chicken & dumplings and chilli on demand, they're what the boys ask for when they're not feeling too good, the food warms them from the inside out. I make large servings of both dishes so that I'm not cooking a whole new meal from scratch by the morning. I'm used to making enough servings for 15+ people, so we're constantly flowing with an abundance of leftovers, which is amazing for when guests drop by unexpectedly. Being able to show hospitality is one of the things that my mother impressed on us was our duty to excel at as wives and mothers, we show the goodness of God when we extend an invitation to others to sit and fellowship.

The boys are absolutely in love with their little sister! It seems they all grew overnight when we brought her home, they finish their chores faster, finish their homework faster, and have upped their handwashing rate by a tonne (which I'm eternally thankful for!) The little boys have been practicing being gentle when holding her, and they only hold her with either Mason or I there. Little Titus calls her his baby, which makes this mama's heart glad that he's not so burned at having his spot as the youngest being taken. I've been spending more time with him and the twins as they've adjusted to having another baby in the house, and thankfully they've done so well.

Little Beth is hitting so many milestones! She's quite stubborn and doesn't want to start, but as soon as we get her on the floor and try and get her waving, or even crawling, she puts her heart and soul into it. The boys love cheering her on, and she loves the attention so she pushes until she's overstimulated. Her stubbornness means she fights sleep because there's so much happening in the house, so nap times have to be enforced or else she'd never get any sleep and would be an overstimulated mess.

Molly, Mason's sister, is in her second trimester of her first pregnancy and is absolutely glowing! She's been in the throes of morning sickness since she announced to us at easter, and she's only just recently began feeling better. She and Elijah have completed their move to Newcrest, now they live around 20 minutes from us. Her belly is so wonderfully small, we laugh that she hasn't popped yet so she hasn't had to go shopping for a whole new maternity wardrobe. Angie and I, along with some ladies from church planned a gender reveal/baby shower for Molly as the first event to celebrate them moving to Newcrest.

(AN: There's a video but is absolutely refused to load and the gif drove the quality into the toilet - that may be a post on its own tomorrow, for now there's a screenshot form the video)

And it's a boy! The boys were so happy to get another boy in the family. Molly and Elijah haven't picked out a name yet, so they've got more work ahead of them before the little mister makes his appearance.

Angie was ecstatic getting to plan this gender reveal, we only had one when we were expecting Noah before choosing to not find out anymore with the subsequent pregnancies. She and Aaron have such a love for children that even with 9 grandchildren, they're over the moon everytime they're told that there's another one coming. Aaron pastors our congregation, and many families have adopted him and Angie as their grandparents, so they have many 'grandchildren' that they're nurturing and helping to grow in the Lord.

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SNL: Part 1

A/N: Hi everyone! TBH I didn't realize when I deactivated that the entire blog would disappear and then I saw someone ask for the SNL fics so here you go! Oh also I changed it so you get part 1 and 2 together.

Jack x female reader. Best friends with the one and only Pete Davidson. Honestly, this story is always in my mind so I'm glad I can put it back out again.

You laughed pulling over your sweatshirt when you heard a knock on your dressing room door. “Petey baby, my SNL duties are over!”

Pete smiled walking in, leaning against the door chewing his gum, “Host duties don’t end until after the after party.”

You scrunched your face at him in response, immediately dreading the after party. As an actress from LA you love your sleep. After all it’s called beauty sleep for a reason.

“Baby girl you’re barely in New York.” Pete laughed giving you a hug.

The two of you have a very flirty friendship, you’ve ignored the “Are You Dating Question” in nearly every interview because they always brought up Pete.

But Pete is Pete. Pete is your best friend, your ride or die, the creamer to your coffee, the drink of water at midnight. You’ve been through thick and thin together, there’s no way you would ever ruin it by dating and besides, Pete wasn’t your type you typically go for, well, musicians.

“Because New York never sleeps,” you laughed against his chest, “and I love sleep.”

“Yeah well...” Pete smirked, the real reason why he wants you to go to the after party. “How are you expecting Jack to just attend the afterparty alone?”

You scoffed pulling away from him, did you accidentally say “Wickedly talented and insanely hot Jack Harlow performs tonight!” in your monologue? Yes.

Did that make Twitter start trending instantly with “WAS IT SCRIPTED?!” that Colin Jost and Michael Che had to lie for you on Weekend Update and say it was? Yes.

Did Jack give you a hug that made your stomach flutter and your panties wet after the show ended? Yes.

Did that mean that you were going to face the embarrassment of facing him at the after party? Hell. No.

“Pete...” you warned as you went back to the couch and pulled your sneakers out from your bag.

“Come on, y/n.” Pete laughed, if Pete told you the truth the only reason Jack was the musical guest tonight was because of Pete begging Lorne Michaels just so he could finally set the two of you up.

“Jack will be fine.” you chuckled. You don’t do parties, you don’t like the paparazzi and images that come out afterwards, you have a very carefully curated brand and boys like Jack Harlow have a way of ruining it.

“Oh come on,” Pete smirked sitting on top of the table across from you, “I saw that hug.”

“Just a hug.”

“And that look.”

“Just a look.”

“Not the one he gave you.” Pete smirked, his tongue dragged against his teeth, he knew that look that Jack gave. “That’s more than a look.”

“PD… I will murder you if you keep this up.” you laughed looking at him. He had a small pout on his face trying to convince you to come to the afterparty.

“I’ll buy you a new pair of shoes.”

“No.” you laughed looking over at your assistant who just put her hands up signaling she was staying out of it.

“30 minutes. 30 minutes and then you’re free to go.” Pete begged, he knew if you just gave Jack a chance the two of you would be really good together. You could balance him out - Jack could bring you out of your shell. The two of you had a lot in common and not just being in the spotlight.

“30 minutes.” you sighed, accepting defeat and looking over at your assistant who was already taking your outfit out from the dry cleaning bag. You kept things simple, classy, and elegant with long black trousers with a black lace corset.

“Damn!” Pete smirked looking at your outfit, “Yeah Jack’s going to love that 100.”

“Not for Jack,” you lied, “simple is sexy.”

“Yeah yeah well, hurry up,” Pete smiled, texting Jack and telling him to be on his A game tonight because there’s no way you’ll listen to Pete again if tonight goes poorly.

“For her? Imma pull out all the stops.” Jack replied.

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You sighed looking over at Pete who drove the two of you to the afterparty. The paparazzi snapped photos like crazy outside the car. “Pete and y/n hookup. Are Pete Davidson and Y/N Y/L/N making things official?” you mocked knowing what the tabloids were obviously going to say within an hour.

“Eight years of this and you’d think they’d know by now.” Pete chuckled and out of the driver's seat while he ignoed the shouting of the paparazzi and the flashing lights as he walked over to your side. He smiled realizing Jack really meant it when he said he was going to pull out all the stops because here he was, making his way over to Pete’s car, ignoring the paparazzi and just focusing on you.

Your eyes widened seeing Jack outside of your window instead of Pete, you couldn’t help but think of the tabloids now throwing Jack into the mix of it. Your hands slowly unlocked and opened the door allowing Jack to squeeze his way in while holding the door back with his hand so the paparazzi didn’t try to open it.

“Why are you - ?” you laughed, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just coming to rescue you ma’.” Jack smirked, flashing his grin that has had you sold since the second you laid eyes on him.

“Considering I’m here for you - .” you sighed, sliding out of the seat and against Jack’s chest as your feet hit the road, his body still blocked the view for the paparazzi. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Here for me?” he whispered, backing up and placing his hand on the small of your back leading the two of you and Pete who followed behind you into the venue.

“Better make it worth my while.” you smiled entering the room.

“Y/N!!” The entire room erupted in cheers when the three of you walked through the doors. You held your hands out accepting the love from everyone you’ve worked with the past week.

“Ahh!” you moaned, “You know I love it when people scream my name!” you playfully smirked as you walked away from Jack and Pete and made your rounds to everyone.

Jack leaned against the bar, his eyes watched your every move. God, you were fucking magnificent. The way your body swayed, the way your hair moved in whatever direction you needed, you owned every room that you walked into. Walked around the room as if you signed everyone’s paychecks, gave everyone hugs as if they were your friends, you were out of his league and he knew it.

Pete leaned against the bar next to him, his eyes followed you as well but laughed knowing how much of an act this was. How you were secretly waiting to be pulled to the side by Jack or secretly waiting for the 30 minute timer to go off on Pete’s phone so you could leave.

“I owe you my life man!” Jack chuckled looking over at Pete, his fingers stroking his chin. Jack Harlow was actually nervous. The two of you were out of 30 Rock, out of work commitments, and all he wanted to do was talk to you.

“Nah,” Pete shook his head, “she’s good for you. You’re good for her, she just may push back a little bit.” Pete chuckled.

“So how do I play this?” Jack breathed out, he couldn’t believe he was actually asking for advice on how to pick up a girl, but you weren’t just any girl, you were the girl. The girl that makes a guy call his mother after the first date, the girl that has a guy picking out engagement rings within a month of dating, the girl he would dedicate his whole album to.

“If you try playing anything on her she’ll see right through it man.” Pete chuckled, LA girls were supposed to be happy, carefree, etc. but you were an LA girl with a New York attitude meaning a no bullshit type of girl. You were a total sweetheart but you definitely had your guard up.

“So just be me?” Jack smirked, drying his hands off his pants as he walked over behind you. You were sitting talking to a few cast members and their guests when you felt Jack’s arms slide down in front of you, his chin resting on your head, his fingers connecting together as he just nodded along to the conversation.

You smirked, leaning back into him, thankful that SNL afterparties came with NDA’s and no photo clauses. “I think that’s my cue.” you laughed and said goodbye to everyone. Jack’s hand held out for yours which you gladly took as he led you into the hallway.

“You’re bold... I'll give you that.” you smiled leaning against one side of the wall, your fingers still intertwined with Jack’s as he leaned against the other side.

“Gotta give me more than that ma’.” Jack smirked, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth, gently biting on it because it calmed him down just a slight bit to focus on something else.

“Do I?” you laughed, rolling your eyes and turning your head back to the rest of the people in the main room. “You’re making me miss my after party.”

“Yeah but you only came for me so…” Jack smiled, his grin reaching his ears, his dimples fully showing.

“Technically I came so Pete would leave me alone about it.” you smiled back at him, “You’re just an added bonus I guess.” you smirked, you knew musicians. You knew them well. Humble them or they humble you.

Jack smirked, you were going to be a challenge for sure but he was ready and willing. His hands tightened their grip on you as he pushed himself off of the wall with his foot. “Give me a chance,” he whispered walking over to you, Pete said to be real so you were about to get the realest Jack Harlow anyone has ever seen.

“Why?” you smiled, your stomach fluttered looking into his eyes. Even in this dark dim hallway his blue eyes are shining brightly.

“Because I’m cute.” he laughed, his heart fluttered when he heard your laugh and saw your smile.

You nodded, “That’s true. I meet a lot of cute people though.”

Jack brought your hand up to his face, placing a light kiss to the back of your hand. He couldn't help but smirk when he heard you take a quick breath, “Cuter than me?”

You chuckled, your cheeks were getting warmer by the second feeling his scruff tickle the back of your hand, feeling his soft lips against your skin, “Not many people are.”

Jack couldn’t hide his smile so he opted to place another kiss to the back of your hand, “Damn right.”

“What else?” you smiled, ignoring the heat growing in between your legs.

“I can take care of you.” he smiled, resting his chin on the top of your hands and looking over at you.

You smiled, your stomach churned as your heart begged you to give him a chance, “Anything else?”

“Anything you need.” Jack smirked and gave you another light kiss against the back of your hand.

“Hey Jack?” you smiled, hearing Pete’s timer go off even through all the noise in the crowds.

“Yeah ma?” he smiled, thinking he had you locked in.

“Pete said I only had to be here for 30 minutes so...” you laughed, your hand rising up Jack's chest, your fingers gripping his shirt as you pulled him into you so you could whisper in his ear, “catch you next time.” you smiled and placed a light kiss under his ear before you patted his chest and walked away leaving a very flustered Jack Harlow in the hallway.

“There’s no way he flunked out that bad.” Pete laughed watching you walk up to him.

“Oh no he didn’t.” you smiled, “He’s cute PD but you said 30 minutes and I have a flight to catch tomorrow so...” you smiled, leaning up and placing a light kiss on Pete’s cheek. “See you around, go help your friend. I may have left him a little flustered.”

Pete looked over to the hallway and laughed, raising both of his hands up asking what happened.

“I don’t know man she’s just..” Jack chuckled, dropping his head. He really had his work cut out for him.

“Yeah bro I know but you couldn’t convince her in 30 minutes?” Pete laughed, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“I had, like, five minutes with her and everyone else took up her time.” Jack pouted.

“So?” Pete smirked, he knew where your hotel was, even knew what room number you had and knew what late night New York pizza you always loved.

“So?” Jack groaned, taking a deep breath admitting defeat for the first time in his career.

“So, go get more time.” Pete smirked as he pulled out his phone and texted all the information he knew about you to Jack. Down to your favorite candy, favorite soda, favorite alcohol, favorite snack, and the pizza place you were going to order from. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

“I owe you my life.” Jack laughed as he walked out of the venue, ordering everything from his phone to be delivered to your hotel room hopefully before you even got there.

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You yawned finally getting to your hotel, giving a light smile over to the receptionist. Your stomach instantly got hungry when you saw the pizza and snacks that were all over the counter.

“Oh Miss Y/L/N!” the receptionist smiled and waved you over to her. “These are for you.”

“For me?” you questioned, your eyebrows furrowed trying to figure out if you placed this order before you left 30 Rock or if Pete placed it for you.

“Yes, there’s a little note as well.” the receptionist smiled watching you read the note.

I’ll take care of you. -JH

You rolled your eyes, albeit you couldn’t hide how flustered you were. “Thank you,” you smiled at the receptionist. The two of you looked at the pile of food wondering how you were going to carry it up to your room.

“I could have someone bring it up for you.” she smiled, her eyes widened when she saw Jack walk up behind you.

“I can help, no worries.” he smirked and his arm slid around your waist.

You bit your lip, thankful that once again the hotel you stayed at had strict NDA policies being frequently visited by celebrities daily. “You know, you didn’t have to leave a note if you were just going to be here.” you laughed grabbing the pizza while Jack grabbed some of the snacks.

“Yeah but then I thought about how you could get here before I got here,” he smirked.

“I did.”

“Yeah, by like five minutes.” he chuckled, hitting the elevator button with his pinky. “Which by the way is the only amount of time I got with you.”

“So you want more time?” you smiled, hiding it by looking down at the pizza box in your hands.

Jack smiled, motioning for you to go into the elevator as the doors opened up, anything to see your ass in those black trousers which was a very hot outfit if he had to admit. “I’d spend every second of every day with you.”

You laughed, looking up at the ceiling waiting for the elevator to get to the top floor. “You’re a cheesy guy Harlow.”

“Just speaking the truth ma’.” Jack smirked, following you down to your hotel room which if he had to admit was a better hotel room than his. Even though he just dropped First Class, you would be the one putting him in First Class by a long shot.

“So here’s my humble abode for the night.” you laughed placing the pizza down on the entryway table. You immediately shot a hand down to your feet to take your heels off.

Jack watched as you balanced yourself, struggling to unclasp the last heel as he bent down. His fingers undid the clasp, leaving a small smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I told you I’ll take care of you ma’.”

“I think this position is what people mean when they tweet at me to step on them.” you giggled, placing your foot down on the floor and holding out a hand to help Jack up.

Jack took it, using any opportunity to touch you. His fingers slid between yours as he stood up. His other hand moved a piece of your hair behind your ear, “You really are something you know that?” he whispered, his body was drawn to yours like a magnet.

You felt your stomach in your throat looking at him, he really was cute, he was sweet, and he was smooth. God damn, Pete Davidson knew your type to a T and you were scared. You knew you could fall for Jack and with how Jack is being, you’d fall hard.

“You’re not too bad yourself Harlow.” you laughed pulling away from him. “So are you going to join me to finish all this or?”

“Up to you.” Jack smiled, he didn’t mind if he had to play the long game with you anymore. He’d wait days, weeks, months, even years if it meant he finally would be able to call you his.

“I mean,” you sighed, grabbing the pizza and walked over to the bed, “you’re already here so you might as well stay.”

“Say less.” he smiled, kicking off his shoes and making his way over to you.

“I’m going to kill Pete by the way,” you laughed opening the pizza box. Your favorite pizza place was a very shitty, very run down pizza place that you and Pete drunkenly stumbled upon a few years ago but god damn, you would fight anyone who said it wasn’t the best pizza in the city.

Jack laughed as the two of you grabbed a slice, “He’s just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, he does that often.” you smiled. Partly because you were grateful to have Pete as a best friend, partly because you just tasted the most amazing slice of pizza.

“You might be right, this is pretty good.” Jack laughed and the two of you continuing to talk about Pete, SNL, your lives, etc.

“Wait wait wait…” you laughed as you fell back against the bed, “so you only sang Creme because Pete told you it was my favorite?”

“I had like 10 other songs I was going to choose,” Jack laughed, and leaned his body up beside you.

“Well Creme is hot.” you whispered looking up at him, your legs crossing subconsciously.

“And apparently so am I?” Jack smirked, “What was it you said?”

You screamed as your hands covered your face, “No don’t! I’m so embarrassed.”

“Wickedly talented and insanely hot.” Jack smirked looking down at you. God, you were perfect. Your black lace corset turned him on but this, this version of you with your guard down, this version of you that had messy hair, this version of you that could actually feel safe enough to let loose. He was down for you, a perfectly curated brand and all he will find a way to fit in your life.

You laughed as you dropped your hands, looking up into Jack’s eyes, “I wasn’t lying.”

“About which part?” Jack smiled, his confidence boosting and leaning over you.

You repositioned yourself so Jack didn’t have to awkwardly straddle you, your hand stroked his beard as you took a deep breath, “Both.”

“Well,” Jack whispered, placing a light kiss on your forearm. “I think that you are wickedly talented,” he smirked against your forearm, slightly sucking on your skin. He could feel your hips buck under him, “and insanely hot.”

Jack turned his head away from your arm to look at you, “Not to mention incredibly beautiful, absolutely the cutest girl in New York…” he smiled, his cheeks getting redder by the second.

“Just New York?” you questioned, your lips formed a smile while your fingers played with his curls.

“Whole damn world if you keep smiling like that.” Jack chuckled before taking a deep breath and looking down at you. “I really want to kiss you right now.” he whispered, his finger sliding down your face to your chin, his thumb traced your bottom lip.

You could feel the heat radiating throughout your body, you were so confident at the beginning of the night that you wouldn’t be in this exact position but here you were, completely under Jack, his thumb on your mouth, his hips against yours. “Then do it.”

Jack immediately leaned down, his soft lips met yours, tasting the flavor of your lip gloss. God, you were already so addicting to him. The two of you nervously moved your lips in sync, the both of you having to remind yourselves not to smile because no one likes kissing teeth. You leaned up, deepening the kiss with Jack, your hips rubbing up against his in the process causing him to let out a low moan.

“Oh?” you smirked, pulling away from him.

“You can’t do that and expect me to stay quiet.” Jack laughed, leaning forward to kiss you again, pushing you deeper into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips as he grinded against you. God, this felt so good, he wanted more, he needed more but he stopped and pulled away, chuckling a little bit at the whine you let out.

“I-” Jack sighed, his hands gripped his chin. He couldn’t believe he was saying this, “I want to take you out first.”

“Take me out first?” you giggled and your hands pulled him back down to you so he was leaning on top again.

“I told you, you really are something y/n and I don’t want to risk ruining it by sleeping with you right away.”

You smiled looking up at him, you definitely thought he was a player and he definitely was but he was a player blocking a very easy score because he actually likes you. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Whatever you want me to.”

“Come with me? Back to LA.” you smiled, your finger playing with his curls, “I just have a shoot tomorrow night but then I’m free, you can make me dinner, and then after...” you smirked pulling him down by his shirt and kissing his neck. “You and I can do what we would do tonight if you weren’t such a romantic.”

Jack rolled over onto his side, “Sounds like a plan.” he smirked, pulling you over on top of him to straddle him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t tease the hell out of you tonight though.”

You smirked, grinding your hips slowly against his as you leaned down, “Likewise Harlow.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow blurb #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x you

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