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prythianpages · 2 months

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When I Kissed the Teacher | Azriel

Summary: After crushing on Azriel for almost a year, Nesta dares you to kiss him during Valkyrie training.

Warning: reader thirsting for Az and fluff for my batboy ♥

A/N: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea! Though I did a poll and Az won, I couldn't help myself and also write a version for Cas (you can read it here) as a huge thank you for following and reading my stuff. I just reached 1K followers ♥

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

The first moment you saw Azriel, you were instantly drawn to him.

His sun kissed skin radiated warmth. The hazel depths of his eyes hinted at wisdom earned through ages. His dark hair, a cascade of silken strands, framed a face sculpted to perfection. The Illyrian leathers he wore were a gift from the gods themselves as they only highlighted the well-defined muscles that lay beneath…

And his wings? Gods, those wings of his. They were massive yet delicate and iridescent. The way they always unfurled with such grace had your own wings fluttering in response.

But it wasn’t just the arresting beauty that surpassed all males you’ve encountered that drew you in. It was the impeccable way he carried himself. The mastery he exuded in combat, the patience he had while training you because if you’re going to be honest, you’re sure you pushed him past his limits. Yet, no matter how tough he was on you during training, Azriel was always kind to you outside of training grounds.

It didn’t take you long to fall for him and it didn’t matter how much you unleashed your inner turmoil onto the punching bag. Nothing could shake the strange fluttering sensation in your stomach every time your mind drifted to him. It’s like there were a million butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Sweat glistens on your forehead and your eyebrows furrow in concentration, too lost in your thoughts to pay mind to the silent spectator that had arrived minutes ago…until he finally steps out from the shadows and speaks.

“I’d hate to be the one on your mind right now.”

A misplaced punch lands awkwardly, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your hand. “Azriel,” you breathe, your cheeks flushing as you cradle your hand close to your chest. If only he knew…

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, hazel eyes flashing with concern. He swiftly closes the distance between and gently takes your injured hand into his, inspecting it with a small frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You could never scare me.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow, eyes lifting to meet yours. “Is that so?” He replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I think I may be going too soft on you then”

“Soft?” You exhale in an incredulous manner, remembering the way your last training session with Azriel had ended.

He had taunted you and your Illyrian blood had heated at the challenge in his words, allowing him to coax you into combating him. Of course, you were no match for him. You had begun training only a year ago, thanks to Emerie’s invitation. Azriel had centuries on you. Your muscles were still aching from the aftermath.

Azriel chuckles. “Come,” he says, guiding you back into the house. His hand holds onto your wrist lightly, being careful so as not to hurt your injured hand further. “Let’s get you patched up.”

As Azriel carefully attends to your hand, you can’t help the way your gaze lingers on him. His features are tense with concentration and concern, unbothered by the dark fringe that falls slightly over his eyes. Your uninjured hand is itching to run through those dark strands and brush his hair back for him.

You swear your heart skips a beat when Azriel lifts his gaze, catching your brazen staring. A flush spreads across your cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze, missing the subtle, self-satisfied smile that graces Azriel's lips.

The sudden intrusion of Nesta breaks the spell, her figure leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, an amused twinkle in her gaze. While you were oblivious to Azriel's reaction, Nesta, caught the soft smile he allowed himself.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Both of you turn your heads to find Nesta. There’s a smirk on her face as her eyes flicker between you and Azriel.

“Uh, no. Not at all,” you stammer, attempting to mask your embarrassment. “Just a little injury, that’s all.”

“Nothing to worry yourself over, Nesta,” Azriel chimes in, lowering his gaze to secure the bandage wrapped around your hand. “All done.”

“Thanks, Azriel.”

Azriel rises to his feet, and the shadows that dance around his shoulders seem to buzz with excitement over the soft way you had said his name. He pats your thigh, suppressing his smile as he stands.

Nesta's smirk transforms into a sly grin, her keen eyes not missing the way Azriel keeps his gaze averted from you to save you from further embarrassment. It doesn’t matter, anyway. His shadows are happy to inform him of the mortified look you send Nesta’s way followed by the way you silently mouth “stop” at her.

"Well, that’s great news,” Nesta replies, grasping your uninjured hand and pulling you to your feet. “Thank you for taking care of her, Az. Now, if you don’t mind, y/n here is late to girl’s night.”

As Nesta ushers you out, Azriel watches with a mixture of amusement and warmth in his hazel eyes. Unbeknownst to you, the unexpected emotions that had taken residence in your heart were mirrored in Azriel’s.

Under the soft glow of fairy lights, you sit cross-legged on the plush rug, facing Nesta while Emerie and Gwyn sit on either side of you. An array of snacks, provided by the sentient house, sits in the middle of the circle you and your friends formed. And of course, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night without the age-old game of truth or dare.

“Your turn,” Emerie grins at you, exchanging a knowing look with the other two females. “Truth or dare?”

Given the mischievous glint in Nesta’s eyes, it was an obvious choice for you. Truth would be the safer option. Emerie’s grin falters, disappointed by your choice.

However, Gwyn sees an opportunity. She wraps her blanket tighter around herself, shifting in her spot eagerly. She leans forward to grab a chocolate covered strawberry before nonchalantly asking: “Do you like Azriel?”

Nesta scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh, come on. Like we even have to ask.”

“True,” Gwyn giggles. “But I want to hear her say it.”

Heat rises to your cheeks for the third time tonight, creating a persistent warmth that makes you wonder if you might give yourself a fever. Your friends collectively hold their breaths in anticipation. Nesta’s gaze remains fixed on you, unwavering.

“Yes.”

The room erupts into squeals and teasing remarks, and your eyes widen, urging them to hush, terrified that Azriel, who is upstairs, might hear. It’s a futile attempt as their cheers only grow louder, making you bury your face in her hands.

“He likes you too.”

Your peak out from beneath your fingers. “What makes you say that?”

Nesta laughs in response but Emerie and Gywn are quick to tease you even further. Gywn assumes the role of Azriel while Emerie assumes the role of you as they exchange glances and lingering touches. The two females jump to their feet and wooden swords appear in front of them. You look up with a glare directed at the sentient house.

With a swift flick of her wrist, Gwyn uses her wooden sword to knock Emerie’s out of her hand. “Again,” Gwyn nearly growls as she tries to mimic Azriel’s deep voice.

“I can’t,” Emerie replies, feigning shyness.

“I don’t sound like that!” You cry out in disbelief, turning to Nesta. “I don’t sound like that, right?”

Nesta shrugs her shoulders, eyes sparkling with mirth at the scene before her. Emerie and Gwyn ignore your protests, continuing to pretend to be you and Azriel.

“Oh, Azriel, my love,” Emerie swoons, the back of her hand flying to her forehead while her other hand hangs in the air. “I think I sprained my wrist.”

Gwyn gasps dramatically, diving in to catch Emerie before she could fall back against the fortress of pillows behind her. “No, not my sweet y/n, who I’m absolutely smitten with” Gwyn coos, bringing Emerie’s “injured” hand to her lips and kissing it.

Then, Gwyn and Emerie absolutely lose it, the two females falling onto the fortress of pillows as laughter consumes them, unfazed by the glare you’re now directing to them. Nesta stifles her own laughter, turning her attention back to you.

“He definitely likes you,” she repeats, her words awakening the butterflies in your stomach. You wonder if she can hear them fluttering too. “But he won’t make the first move. You’re going to have to do it yourself.”

“Absolutely not!”

Nesta grins at you. “We’ll see about that.”

“Whatever,” you huff out. “It’s your turn now. Truth or dare?”

The night wears on, filled with more laughter, more shared secrets, and the occasional embarrassing dare. You got your friends back by daring them to have multiple spoonfuls of ice cream and tomato sauce. The house keeps you well supplied with snacks and your glasses of wine never go empty.

When it’s your turn again, you hesitate for a moment. You had thought “truth” had been the safer option but now, you know there is no safe option.

This time, you decide to be brave.

“Dare.”

"Fucking finally," Emerie grins, looking at Nesta while Gwyn smiles at you. Their plan is unfolding seamlessly...

“We dare you to kiss Azriel tomorrow after training.”

Your eyes widen in panic. “What? No way!”

Nesta, seemingly unfazed, inspects her nails with feigned boredom. "Coward," she mutters under her breath.

Her words, though hushed, ignite something deep within you. Your Illyrian blood stirs, the challenge resonating in your veins. Your eyes narrow, fixing on Nesta. "What did you say?"

Nesta meets your gaze as she repeats herself. Louder, this time. “Coward.”

The room falls into a hushed silence as your friends await your response. You bite your lip, contemplating the audacious dare. It was not in your nature to back down from a challenge.

After what felt like an eternity, you let out a deep exhale.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

You didn’t sleep at all last night but as Azriel circles around you, his eyes holding a glint of challenge, you are wide awake. Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta watch from the benches facing the sparring grounds while Cassian watches from a closer distance, keenly assessing your every move. Too caught up in your feelings over Azriel, you had failed to realize that this morning’s training session was an evaluation of the skills you had been working on over the past couple of months.

To say you're nervous was an understatement because not only did you have to prove yourself as the aspiring Valkyrie you’d like to become, you also had to prove to Nesta that you were not a coward. Taking a deep breath, your grip tightens on your sword.

Azriel, with his wings casting shadows on the ground, moves with grace. Each movement is precise and deliberate as your swords meet in a flurry of strikes, the sound of steel ringing in the air. Though you struggle, you do your best to keep up and hold your ground, determination burning bright.

Sweat begins to cling to your skin and your envious of the way Azriel hasn’t even broken a sweat himself. With every strike of his and every parry of yours, he continues to push you, his strikes growing harsher and stronger. You literally blink and in that swift second, Azriel knocks your sword out of your grip. A hiss escapes you and you swear your hear Gwyn and Emerie snicker from the sidelines as they find this situation all too familiar.

With a sweep of his leg, you lose your balance and find yourself falling onto one of the training mats. Azriel’s lips twitch upwards as he points his sword toward you. “Do you yield?”

You are weaponless and at his mercy but your stubbornness continues to burn bright. “No.”

In a sudden burst of energy, you land a kick on him, knocking his sword out of his grip just as he did to yours. The bold move leaves him momentarily stunned, his shadows coiling back in surprise. You take full advantage of his distraction, hooking your other leg behind his knees and bringing him down to the mat with you.

Azriel can only blink up at you as you straddle him, eyes widening when he feels a dagger–his dagger–pressed against his throat. How did you–

He’s unable to finish his thought as you shift above him and swallows thickly at the sensation of your body on top of his. The way your breathing is shallow and uneven and the way he can feel the warmth radiating off your body–

“You will.”

Your words have his attention drifting back to you. A radiant smile breaks across your face and his own lips curl upwards, hazel eyes softening as they stare into yours. “I yield,” he murmurs, ever so quietly, you wonder if you imagined it.

Your gaze drifts down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He does the same. And then the next moment, you’re kissing him. Softly and hesitantly, at first, but when Azriel responds, your heart fills with warmth. Your lips move against his with eager urgency.

Truthteller falls from your grasp and you bring your hand to grasp at the back of his neck instead, pulling him even closer. His hands find their place at your waist to keep you in place but then screams and squeals are piercing through the air. You’re immediately pulling away and jumping to your feet, absolutely flustered because in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten all about the audience you had.

You glance down at Azriel, desperately seeking a sign, but his expression is a mix of surprise and confusion. He looks nearly petrified. Your heart races and you begin to wonder if perhaps, you are a coward because all you want to do is run.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Doubts claw at the edges of your courage. What if Nesta was wrong? What if Azriel didn't like you? And you've just made a fool of yourself in front of him–your teacher– and your friends.

Turning around, your eyes meet with the delightfully entertained audience. Gwyn and Emerie, caught up in the drama, cling to each other with excitement and unrestrained giggles. Nesta stands with the same smirk she gave you the night before though there’s a flicker of surprise in her blue-grey eyes. She hadn't expected you to follow through with the dare.

Meanwhile, Cassian’s gaze is fixed on the body behind you and he throws his head back in laughter. Ignoring the whispers and amused glances from those around you, you hastily make your exit, blind to the way you left Azriel a blushing fool.

Cassian approaches his friend, who remains rooted to his spot on the floor. Azriel is still processing the whirlwind of emotions you've stirred within him. There’s a teasing grin on Cassian’s lips. “Are you okay there, Az? You look a little–”

Azriel snaps out of the trance you've cast upon him to glare up at his friend. “Fuck off.”

He then jumps to his feet, dusting himself off and ignoring the curious glances of the females nearby. Determination fills his eyes as his head turns toward the direction you ran off to. He fears you have misinterpreted his initial shock and he can’t let this moment slip away.

He needs to feel your soft lips against his again and more importantly, he needs to tell you that he feels the same way.

a/n: Hope you all enjoyed this one! Cas's version is already up!

tagging: @hellodarling1357, @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

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mother-above · 2 months

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I'm Not The One For You

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has been stressed at work and decided to hit the bars with his brothers. He gets so drunk that he may have forgotten what his love looks like

Warnings: fluffy with some spicy implications

WC: 1.1k

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a/n: I've been writing some heavy things and needed a break. I hope yall enjoy this short fluffy piece! xx

The sound of heels clicking on cobblestone joined the myriad of sounds along the Sidra. The city was lively, and all types of music and chatter filled the crisp air in Velaris. As you got closer, the bass at Rita's was getting louder. You, Morrigan, Amren, and the Archeron sisters were glowing from the spa's lavender-scented oil and dressed to the nines. After an afternoon of well-deserved pampering and last-minute shopping, it was time to meet with the boys.

You were wearing a dark blue mini dress, the material sparkled and reflected light with every movement of your body. The black strappy heels matched with your manicure and pedicure.

You were vibrant and ready for the night out with your mate and friends. Work had been tiring, especially when it was your job to organize military exercises with other Courts armies.

Excited to step into the bar, you grinned as the music vibrated all around you. Scanning the dance floor, your grin spreads when you see your blue-siphoned mate absolutely smashed and tearing it up on the dance floor with his brothers and other partygoers. Happy to see him relaxed, you go over to the bar to order yourself a drink before joining Azriel.

Despite being known as the “quiet one,” Azriel loved to dance and party occasionally. Work had been stressful lately, so he let loose and drank to his heart's content. Females and males were coming up to him all night asking to dance with him, but he refused, and if they got insistent, he’d give them the “sorry, you’re lovely but I’m married” speech. Everyone was always respectful and backed away, after all, he was the Shadowsinger.

It wasn’t even late but admittedly, Azriel drank too much, and his wild erratic dancing proved the point. His brothers and family teased him from afar, even Elain was poking fun at the drunken shadowsinger. In the corner of his eye, a female in a short blue sparkly dress approached him. Smelling like lavender, the female slid an arm around his waist and pressed her body against his.

You were about to bop to the beat of the music when Azriel stopped dancing and ripped himself away from you. The movement was so sudden, that the cocktail in your hand splashed droplets on the floor.

“Az? What’s wrong?” you asked wide-eyed.

“S-sorry, I’m taken. I’m just waiting for my wife,” he slurred as he deliberately turned away from you and started dancing again.

Startled, you looked at Cas, Rhys, and the girls and you burst out laughing. You pointed an accusatory finger toward the Illyrians.

“He doesn’t even recognize me! I can’t believe he’s shit-faced this early!” you weren’t mad at the boys, just highly amused.

Tapping Azriel on the shoulder, he turned, and you gave him your most dazzling smile. “I haven’t seen you all day and this is how you greet me? I’ve been wanting to dance with you, love.”

His eyes run down your body appreciatively, his gaze slowing around your thighs, he’s always loved your thighs. You gave him an encouraging nod, but he was still clueless.

Bringing up his left hand, he shows you the golden band around his ring finger. “I told you I’m married, see? She also happens to be my mate.”

You stifled a giggle and stepped closer to him. Surely, he would recognize your scent, right? You grabbed his hand and let your fingers trace the scars, he loved it when you did that.

In complete shock, he snatched his hand away after a few seconds.

“Look, you’re beautiful but I’m not the one for you. I would walk away before my mate gets here. She’s Night Court’s best warrior and I’m afraid she won’t let you get away with you bothering me so much,” said Azriel, his lips pressed into a line.

You started laughing, your handsome mate was so loyal. You can’t believe he would have sic’d you to flirty females. His family, who were listening to the whole thing, was snickering as well. Rhysand pinched his nose highly regretting pre-gaming at the townhouse, at the time it was a great idea.

Azriel squinted at his family when he realized they were laughing at him. “What?!”

Rhysand clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Brother, you’re so drunk that you don’t even recognize your own mate!”

Azriel’s eyes furrowed as he looked at your beautiful twinkling face, your lips forming into a smirk. Azriel tugged on the bond three times, and after a short beat, you tugged the bond four times. It was something the two of you did, the first person tugged three times and the four tugs meant that the second person loved them more. Clarity burst through his intoxication and when he realized, he tipped his head back in laughter.

Moving closer to you, he pressed his lips onto your temple and murmured an apology against your skin, this was the last time he was going to drink this much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a hand on your waist and the other on your bum. You turned to place a kiss on his cheek and then his lips.

He squeezed your body, and you pressed your lips on him again. “Why do you smell like lavender? No wonder I didn’t recognize you, I hate lavender!”

“That’s the oil they used on our massage today,” you said. A slower song was playing so you swayed with Azriel. He held you tight as you gazed into his eyes, melting at the sight of the brown and greens melting together.

After a few more hours of partying, it was time for you and Azriel to go home. Smelling of sweat, booze, and lavender oil, the both of you opted to bathe together.

You relaxed and laid on Azriel's chest as he took the loofah and scrubbed your skin. He said he wanted you to smell like yourself again and insisted that the bath water was to be changed for the two of you to properly soak. Now that the suds smelled of your favorite soap, he pulled you against him and he closed his eyes.

“Az?”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really happy to know that even when you’re shit-faced, you won’t ever cheat on me.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, his hand splayed across your stomach and held you tighter. “Why would I do that when I’ve got the most perfect person in the world in my arms?”

You blushed; he always knew how to make you feel loved. Turning around to straddle him, you bent down to capture his lips. Who were you to question his logic?

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agendabymooner · 6 months

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SOMETHING GREEN !!! CHARLES L. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: it was his turn to play once, and now he has to beg too.

content warning: use of explicit language, smut under the cut (minors dni!), sub!charles, themes of jealousy and friends with benefits, brief descriptions of oral sex (m receiving), possessive!reader, not filthy enough… i think, pwp

note: i really should be writing my papers rn. enjoy xx

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his eyes weren’t the only greens that made their presence known in the party tonight. no, it was also not just the dress that she had slipped on in hopes of catching his attention and taking him back to her place.

her emotions were, in fact, turning into a form of jealousy as she watched him dancing with some other girl on the dance floor. her eyes forming into a heavy scowl as she sipped on her daiquiri, watching as charles smirked at her and attached himself to a stranger while they dirty danced.

he was having too much fun with someone else as if he hadn’t done called her to his room the other day only to dominate her.

he was acting like this and she had no control over that; he wasn’t hers after all. they were nothing but “friends” who casually fucked each other’s brains out as a pastime.

but then again… if they were friends, then he wouldn’t have marked her neck until she couldn’t go on a date with some stranger from an app, right? he wouldn’t have done that knowing that she had a date a day or two after— that those marks would last longer than intended. friends don’t do shit like that.

if they were friends, then maybe… maybe she’d make him realize that she, too, could mark him to the next week— so he wouldn’t go to that date that their stupid friends set him up to because “he needs to get laid.”

it was his time to play once, but they were taking turns— and it was now hers.

“ngh~ amour,” his voice croaked as his mouth gaped open, feeling her mouth wrapped around his cock as she hummed. the bassy vibration around his cock made him whimper in desperation. the urge to cum was just there and she was torturing him. “‘m gonna—“

he whined quietly when her mouth pulled away with a ‘pop’, her hand replacing her mouth as she wrapped it around the base of his cock. she firmly said, “keep your eyes on me, charles.”

“i ca- c—“

“sure you can,” she laughed. if he could even think right now, he would’ve said that she wasn’t like this days ago. she was an angel begging for him to let her cum days ago— and now she was a vixen who wanted him to die a slow death.

she continued to give his tip kitten licks as he whined. “i want you to look at me so you know who’s the only person that can make you feel like this.”

“i- amour,” he whimpered, urging himself to open his eyes as he peered down at her. his adam’s apple bobbing when he caught sight of the lust and possessiveness that washed through her features.

her tongue traced over the saliva that dripped down his cock, eyes still trained on his hazy green ones before her gaze trailed down his purple-marked chest and abdomen. she had too much fun nipping at his body that she hadn’t realized the difference between marking him and seeing the aftermath of it.

“so beautiful,” she murmured quietly, stroking him continuously as she gave him a mocking pitiful look. “quite a shame that others would see you like this.”

“n- no,” he shook his head frantically, his brain short circuiting and heart desperately wanting her as he babbled, “no- no one’s seen m- me. no o- one will. i promise, m- mon amour-“

“that right?” she teased, her hand moving up for her thumb to rub on his tip as she continued, “what about the lady earlier? you were so ready to give it to her, charles— as if you’d already forgotten about me.”

“no! she- i- wan’ to make you jealous,” he whimpered, his eyes shutting closed again as his head dropped back at the pleasure. “ple- please, amour~ i want to be inside you.”

“oh? you wanted to make me jealous?” her eyes darkened a little before leaning up to him and giving him a sweet kiss on the lips. “you sure did. you sure made me jealous...”

she sunk back to her knees and said, “and i’m going to make sure you wouldn’t have to do it again. after all, nobody would be able to see you in this state if it isn’t me, hm?”

she let her mouth devour his cock once more, bobbing up and down as charles moaned aloud, begging for her to let him cum inside her as sounds of squelching escaped her mouth and dribbles of saliva fell down her chin. he was writhing under her, and he was too fucked out to even say anything— he loved it.

he loved her.

if she was going to be this controlling in bed, then he might as well continue to make her jealous. at least now he knew that she wanted him to want her and her alone.

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boiohboii · 8 months

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Protective girl (Charles Leclerc x reader)

Inspires by @charles-eclair16 's fic

When fans go too far, yn wants to protect the one treasure in her life

in which we finally get to see the roles reversed

N.B: this is been in my drafts for so long, omg! Let me know what you guys think!! WARNING: not proof read, some swear words, might have messed up a date, don't focus on any dates mentioned, this is all fictional anyways. Hope you guys like it

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itsmeyn: charles always goes above and beyond for every single fan of his, he tries to take as many pictures and sign as many autographs as possible, but what happened last night was a fucking joke. He doesn't like what I'm writing cause he says that it was just a mistake and that it was fine, but it really isn't, it's so disrespectful and disgusting! He always wants to meet his fans and make them happy only to receive this insanity, him falling AND HURTING HIMSELF because some of you can't fucking wait and be organized like a human being! Charles isn't an animal in a zoo where you race to pet him! He is a human being, he is a son, a brother and a boyfriend! This wasn't just an accident, i have seen these 6 girls multiple times in multiple places! it's so obsessive and so so sick of you to follow him everywhere.... Charles won't speak up because he is Charles and he lives seeing the good in people, but I will tear everything and everyone for his safety, so for you 6 girls you will be hearing from court soon so better prepare a good lawyer you assholes!

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F1_updates_live: Charles Leclerc's girlfriend, YN LN, seen today arriving in front of the UK's courthouse in a red SF9 Ferarri. It had been quite a week for YN as she was seen hitting a fan after the said fan pushed Charles. YN took this fan and 5 others to court, no one knows on what bases but what has come out is that she has won the case which means that Charles and YN have restraining orders against the group.

username: OHH HEEEELLL YEAAAAAHH

username: yn doing God's work

username: yn serving justice

username: that's what we needed

username: hot girl shit

username: the car and suit combo is so fucking hot of her

username: I think this is too much, like these girls just wanted to see Charles

username: @.itsmeyn can we make them 7?

username: another one

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itsmeyn: don't blame me, love made me crazy

username: YN IS A FELLOW SWIFTIE?!?!?

username: if I had a nickel for everytime yn and I had something in common I'd have 2 nickels, which is not a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

username: now I just want her to watch all the charles edits done with a taylor song

itsmeyn: who says i already don't 🌚

username: and I oop-

username: THIS IS THE SWEETEST AND CRINGIEST SHIT EVER!

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itsmeyn: congratulations to my baby, the love of my life, you deserve it and so much more ♥️♥️

username: FINALLY!!

username: idk how to react, ferarri has let us down too many times that all I know is lose

username: I don't see how he deserves it tbh, all of his results are shit for quite a while , he's only where he is cause he's driving a ferarri 🤷‍♂️

itsmeyn: oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were the one in a formula one car, in a ferarri, that by the words of many professionals is at its worse era. I don't care about you and your opinion but don't state it as a fact, no one can do better with these strategies. I hate to keep saying this but when your own fucking team doesn't have the same dream as you it turns to shit. Even if charles is the only one in the car, it's still a team sport, not a one man sport. Fuck you and your tiny ass brain that can never survive one lap in a formula one car, it'll probably explode cause of all the bullshit in it before the first lap anyway. So next time you wanna talk shit maybe try to do fifth of who you're criticising is doing, I bet that'll shut you up real quick you dimwit.

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F1_updates_live: YN LN, Charles' long time girlfriend, seen today fighting Xavi in Bahrain due to his mistake on the radio which resulted in Charles losing his podium position.

username: good for her

username: charles is so lucky

username: I love how she always stands up for him

username: honestly, whenever charles or carlos ignore the strategies they win... I really wanna see more of that.

username: this is just Monaco 2024 GP all over again, yn was so fucking furious (rightfully so) cause Xavi's mistake costed charles a p1 in his home race.

username: this shit was so heartbreaking man

username: I think this was the first time we ever saw yn angry at sabotaging charles, like the most we saw was her holding his hand when crossing the street, making sure he eats first, playing with his hair when nervous, but I've never seen yn make someone literally cry until 2024 with Xavi being her victim

username: pffft, victim, he 100% deserved it

username: oh yeah, definitely. All my homes hate Xavi, like can you not say the strategy properly 😒

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eroselless · 1 month

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ESTABA LOCA POR PROBARTE

Summary=>Request: Could you maybe write a smut one shot about Carlos? Maybe smth along the lines of his girlfriend getting her nipples pierced and he can’t get enough of them? Thank yaaaa [1.3k]

[carlos sainz x reader ]

MASTERLIST

Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, titty suckin, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink?, we're also ignoring the physics of sand and how it gets everywhere.

If there's any I missed let me know!

Note: It’s a little shorter than I hoped but I like it nonetheless. I changed it a little to the reader having the piercings beforehand just cuz I know how long it takes for those mfs to heal lol, hope that’s ok! Also, would guys be interested in doing more Spanish dialogue (with the translations, obvi) or should I use more English dialogue?

here's the playlist i listened to while writing :)

You could see him from where you were wading in the water. He’s leaning back on his lounge chair, hands up, holding onto the pages of some book he picked at the hotel store. The waves had calmed down and only pushed you around a little bit. The waves lapped gently against the powdery shore, the cool water soothing your slightly burned skin. The beach was fairly empty, the sun almost below the horizon behind you. It was surrounded by looming palm trees, secluded from the public and prying eyes. You waded out of the water, approaching Carlos as he watched you get closer. You looked like a goddess, water cascading around your shoulders in waves, water dripping from your body. Carlos was almost jealous of the water and how it clung to your skin.

“Nadaste rico?” did you have a good swim? He asks, eyes unabashedly trailing over your figure. You let out a hum, wiping your face with a towel. You shake your hair out, sending drops of water towards him. He lets out a squeal, leaning away from you.

You let out a laugh, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Te ves muy calientito, amor.” you look very warm, love. You state. You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips. He looks up at you, big brown eyes open wide.

He has enough time to put his book down on the sand before you pounce. You jump into his arms, hair going everywhere. Your fingers poke at his sides, pulling a loud laugh out of him. His hands are holding firmly onto your waist, trying to avoid touching your sopping-wet bathing suit. You both eventually run out of breath and he relents, letting your chest press against his.

You lay there for a second, cheek against his warm skin. He trails his hands down your back, stopping right above the elastic waistband of your bikini bottoms. His fingers fiddle with the strings, careful not to accidentally pull the knots out. You look up at him, chin propped up on your hand.

You sit up in his lap, the sudden cold making you shiver. There’s a new look in his eyes as he stays still. They’re dark as he once again takes in your appearance. Your chest heaves a bit and your hair is messy, still dripping with water. His fingers remain in the same spot too but now he’s tempted to pull at the knot that holds them in place.

“¿Qué?” what? You ask.

In one swift move, he sits up, taking your face in his hands. His thick lips envelop yours, tongue easily sliding into your mouth. He tastes a little salty from the ocean breeze. Your hands wrap gently around his neck, fingers pulling at the hair that’s at the base of his neck. His hands move back to your hips, rocking them against his. He feels terribly hard underneath you and you feel yourself grow wet.

“Espera, y si alguien nos ve?” wait, what if someone sees us? You ask. He simply shakes his head.

“¿Porque piensas que escogí este lugar?” why do you think i chose this spot? He retorts. His eyes full of anticipation. A shaky smirk appears on your face as his lips begin to trail over the skin that joins your neck and shoulder. His hands sweep over your shoulder, fingers gently pulling the triangles that covered your tits.

“¿Puedo?” can I? You nod, you know what he’s referring to. He’d been waiting patiently for your nipple piercings to heal, always asking when he’d be able to finally play with them.

You hiss slightly as he peels the fabric of your swimsuit away. The metal bar shines in the sun. you hear him mutter out a soft coño as he finally presses his fingers to your pebbled nipples. He pinches them slightly, careful not to tug too hard. Your mind is buzzing at the touch, after going almost a year without having anyone else but yourself touching them. It sent signals down to your cunt, spurring you on even more.

“No creo que jamas superere estas cositas.” I don't think I’ll ever get over these. He whispers in your ear, nose dragging over your cheek. He leans down, capturing one of your sensitive pearls between his lips. They drag over your skin. He savours the taste of your skin, pushing his nose further into the plush skin of your breast.

You let out a gasp, back arching and snapping into position. He switches nipples, gently sinking his teeth into your smooth skin. You huff, the heat between your legs beginning to become unbearable.

“Te n-necesito,” I n-need you. You say breathlessly. Carlos simply hums.

“Pero si estoy just aquí, ¿que más necesitas?” But if I'm right here, what else do you need? He wanted you to tell him. To beg for his cock.

“Necesito tu polla,” I need your cock. You begin, pressing your hips down to the tent in his swim shorts. “Por favor, papi.” please, daddy.

He quickly undoes his shorts, pumping his cock as you pulled the knots free on your bikini bottoms. You guide yourself over him, sinking down. The stretch is devilishly delicious as you rock against him. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back. With your neck and chest revealed, his teeth nip at the now exposed skin. You falter a bit, a deep moaning falling from your lips. You swear you start to see starts, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Te vez tan bella asi, toda jodida.” you look so good like this, all fucked out He says. He grips your hips, pressing his heels into the lounge chair underneath you. Pushing up, he snaps his hips into yours. The force is so great you feel yourself fall forward, hands pressing into the cushion of the chair around Carlos’s head.

He ruts into you faster, fingers squeezing bruising tight. You can feel a coil begin to form in your stomach. He hesitates, slowing down slightly to press his fingers into your clit. He looks divine laying beneath you, sweat beading on his forehead, lips parted and panting. His eyes are draped in shadows and droopy. Oh, he’s close. You think. He knows you mostly likely won't be discovered by anyone but shit, it excites him further.

He’s a whimpering mess when you tells you: ya estoy por venir, i’m gonna come.

He pulls you down, pressing your lips together as you both grow closer to your end. You press your fingers to your clip, stimulating it as you feel yourself start to clench around Carlos. He snaps his hips up one final time and spills himself into you. You cry out as you feel him gush into you, sending you off the edge.

He watches your tits bounce faintly as you try to regain the air knocked out of you. He pulls you flush to his chest. Mirroring the events from earlier, you lay on his chest, both of you struggling for air. He presses his lips to your head as you come down from your highs. He relishes in how the soft sting of cool metal of your piercings press against his chest and he can’t wait to have his mouth on them again.

a/n: hey guysss thanks for making it this far. I hope y'all liked it! I very much am missing summer right now and thought it would pair nicely with the request. I apologize it took a little bit to get it out. I'd love for more requests! I've been on a Carlos, Lando and Charles high right now so feel free to send in any ideas you have :) and once again, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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vampzity · 2 months

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𝘼 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚

Pairing: husband! San x f! reader

Genre: fluff, nudity w/o smut, husband au, valentine’s day series, mini idol au, one shot, pet names (angel, princess, baby girl), LOTS of flirting

Synopsis: It’s Valentine’s Day, but not just any Valentine’s Day.. it’s your first as a married couple with your beloved husband, San. You had the entire day planned out and what you wanted to in celebration of this special day, or so you thought. San was not just one but two steps ahead of you and your game plan. He knew exactly of your plans for him, and decided to turn it around on you.

Now Playing: POV - Ariana Grande

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! There’s a lot going on in my personal life- I couldn’t tell you guys how excited I’ve been to write this one shot… it was literally haunting me!

Yeosang’s Pt. Masterlist Mingi’s Pt.

You lay on your bed, practically suffocated by the covers that wrapped around your body. You felt a pair of soft paws pass through your legs, soon pushing at your head to wake you. You yawned widely, eyes closed as you lifted the covers to let the furry animal under them with you. You heard a small purr as the animal nuzzled against your chest, resting its head under your chin.

“Good morning, my sweet Byeol.”

You pet her softly, eyes still closed as you didn’t want to accept the fate of it being morning so soon. Your eyes fluttered a bit as you continued to yawn a bit more, poking your head out from above the covers. To your surprise, your dearly beloved wasn’t there.

You poked your head out a little more, looking around the room. Nowhere to be found. Glancing over to the nightstand, you realize his glasses are gone as well. You raised an eyebrow suspiciously, shrugging slowly as you sat up in bed to stretch your limbs. Byeol tip-toed from under the covers and sat on your husband’s side of the bed. You stretched your arms and back, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight shining in the room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you froze. You looked over to the door, seeing your husband standing there with a towel, a basket of miscellaneous items, and roses. He beamed a soft smile at you, his glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose.

He walked over to you, placing the items on the edge of the bed. He brushed your hair out of your face, leaning in to plant a soft but warm kiss on your forehead. Your face flushed a light red, ears turning hot with it. San hovered over you, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes as you sat in bed below him.

“Good morning sleepy head. Ready for your princess treatment today?”

You stood there, completely at a loss for words as your face now turned a dark red. Normally, you’d wake up early every morning to feed Byeol and make San breakfast for the day. Not because you had to, but because you wanted to. Acts of service were simply how you showed your affection to him, and that’s exactly what you wanted to do today but heightened. Unfortunately for you, San beat you to it.

He walked away from you, grabbing the box of miscellaneous items to hand over to you. In the box were different kinds of soaps you adored, bath bombs, and scrubs that made your skin glow. An entire bag of Epsom salt sat in the corner of the box and made you grin slightly, as San knew how much it helped your feet when they were sore.

You smiled at the box, feeling love fill your heart with joy as you accepted the gift. Looking back up at San, he smiled at you holding his hand out for you.

“Well, c’mon. I already have a bath ready for you with warm water. Today, I spoil you and you cannot interfere. Understood?”

You looked at him, completely speechless at his words. An entire bath was ready for you? Whatever happened to your plans for him today? It was such a sudden change of events for you, that you weren’t sure of how to respond to his offering.

“But, San. You ca- Shhh.”

He placed his finger against your lips, cutting you off to shush you. He smirked, leaning in to bring his face only a few inches away from yours.

“What did I say, princess? I’m spoiling you today.” He backed away from you, grabbing your hand to pull you out of bed. “I’ll do whatever you want today, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your special treatment.”

He walked you towards the bathroom, closing the door behind you two. The tub was covered in rose petals along with other flowers. Different honeycomb scrubs rested afloat as a soothing aroma of vanilla and lavender filled your nose. Curtains rested on the windows, allowing for a darker room only lit by small candles laid about.

He let go of your hand and stuck it into the bath water to make sure its temperature was still warm for you. Humming pleasantly, he turned back to you.

“Still nice and warm for you.”

Your cheeks flushed red as he once again, moved hair out of your face to admire you. He moved out of your way and walked towards the door, allowing you the privacy to relax and rewind without him there. However, a quick thought hit your mind. A devilish one at that, and it was indeed something that he wouldn’t expect from you.

“Sannie?” He turned his head to you, raising an eyebrow as it was rare that you ever used his nickname with him.

“You said you’d do anything I want right?” His head nodded softly, turning his entire back to face you as he began to cock his face to the side. He meant what he said, but he wasn’t as positive about you taking such a vague request seriously. You looked down at your nightgown, smirking slightly as you met eyes with San once again.

“Undress me.”

San’s eyes widened as you gave him a smug look. His face immediately shot red with nervousness, feeling the room turn hot. A few seconds passed by until you grew impatient, so you grabbed San by the arm and pulled him to you, placing his hand on the strap of your gown.

“Do it,” you mumbled, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.

San gave you a soft glare, kissing your shoulder softly. He pulled your straps off your shoulder, as your arms slipped out of them. The nightgown fell to your ankles, revealing you only in red underwear. San’s eyes widened at the sight of you. Sure, he has seen your body plenty of times, but it still shocked him at how bold you were compared to your normal shy self. He continued to give you small pecks along your neck and shoulders, soon planting a kiss against your hand.

He pulled your body to him, his hand resting underneath your chin as a soft kiss was shared between you two.

"Is there.. anything else that you want me for, princess?"

You blushed hesitantly, shaking your head no to the young man. He smiled, letting go of you and making his way back towards the door. He picked up Byeol, who stood at the door frame and turned to face you once again.

"Take your time. I'll be making breakfast for you."`

San closed the door, allowing you to be alone for some time to gather yourself. You sighed happily and removed your underwear, stepping into the warm bath water. You allowed the water to engulf you as you soaked. It was relaxing, soothing even. You felt refreshed and felt like yourself again, especially after the week you’ve had.

What seemed like a few minutes soon turned into 30 as you heard a few knocks on the door. You perked up, seeing Byeol make her way through the door only to be followed by San’s head.

“How’s my baby girl doing? Feeling relaxed enough?”

He walked over to the counter, placing a warm towel and fuzzy robe down. You tilted your head at him like a dog, confused as to what his mind was thinking. He came and kneeled by the tub, petting your head softly as he kissed your forehead. You smiled, your eyes meeting. You nodded to his question.

“I am, Sannie. Thank you.”

He stood up, walked back to the door, and opened it. As he did so, the fresh smell of breakfast hit your nostrils. Bacon, pancakes, eggs. Smells that made your stomach growl with hunger and tastebuds eager.

“I left some clothes for you on the bed. Try them on for me, will you? Then come eat breakfast with me.”

His eyes beamed through the lens in his glasses as you nodded once again, permitting him to leave the bathroom. You looked at Byeol, who snuggled herself on the mat. She was always so precious to San, but it gave you warmth in your heart to know that you were just as precious to him.

Getting out of the tub, you dried off with the warm towel San had brought for you and wrapped the fluffy robe around you as your feet dipped into your slippers. Opening the door, Byeol made her way out with you following behind. As San said, there were a pair of clothes laid out for you on the bed, nicely placed so they wouldn’t wrinkle. It was a pink turtle neck paired with a pleated denim skirt. You smiled at his choice of fashion, as San always went out of his way to buy you the cutest clothes.

You removed your robe, grabbing some undergarments to wear before putting the outfit on. Without looking in the mirror yet, you slipped on knitted white socks to match and smiled, pleased with the outfit. Before you could get up to admire it, a small knock interrupted you.

San cracked open the door, peeking his head through to see what you were up to. Upon seeing you, he paused, feeling his heart skip a beat. He invited himself into the room, his eyes refusing to turn away from you as your face turned red.

“You look beautiful, baby girl.”

Turning your head away from his gaze, San made his way torward you. As you sat on the bed, his arm reached out to the side of you as he hovered over your figure. He stood above you as he leaned in closer to kiss the side of your neck fondly. You felt butterflies in your stomach as he placed his other hand on your upper thigh, slowly bringing it up. He continued to peck at your neck softly.

“San—”

He pulled away, his eyes meeting your flushed face. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him this morning, as he knew you weren’t always one for displays of affection. However, today he just felt so much love towards you. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, love you, touch you. There was no end to the overflowing amount of adore he felt towards you today that he could not resist.

He pulled you over to the mirror to see the outfit on you as you stood in complete awe. You smiled, hitting a small pose as San stood behind you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed your temple softly.

“I told you. An absolute angel.”

He pulled your hand, allowing you to follow him into the dining room. Different plates of food were placed on the table, from bacon to assorted fruit, to fluffy pancakes, and even some white toast. Your eyes widened in awe seeing the glorious amount of food in front of you. He pulled out a seat for you, gesturing for you to sit down. You took a seat and San pushed the seat in, placing all your favorite foods in front of you so that you could indulge yourself. Smiling, you grabbed a piece of bacon, biting into it happily.

“Mmm, so good.”

You sat at the kitchen table, curious as to why San had left you alone for a moment. You were full from all the breakfast he had made and yet somehow, he managed to eat your leftovers with his food. It was only 11 am and San had already spoiled you so much on this special day.

You heard footsteps approach you as San appeared in your sight of vision again. He was holding a blindfold in his hand, giving you a slight nervous feeling in your stomach. He smirked softly, coming behind you and leaning next to your ear.

“I have a surprise for you, princess.”

Your face turned red as you felt his warm breath hit your neck. He kissed the top of your ear, placing the blindfold around your eyes and tying it lightly. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from your seat, guiding your walking with his own. You held out your other hand for balance, curious as to what surprise was awaiting you.

You both came to a stop. San let go of your hand and came behind you, allowing you to feel his presence brush by you so you weren’t startled. He untied the blindfold, letting it fall on its own into his hands.

Before you, were dozens of rose petals laid against the ground. Heart-shaped balloons covered the ceiling in various areas from red to pink. Candles lit the room up, as San put up darker curtains to set the mood. As you began to walk into the room, you realized more rose petals covering the bed and a small lingerie set sitting nicely on it. You blushed as your breath hitched, San coming up next to you.

“I know you don’t like to reveal yourself, and that’s okay. So, don’t feel pressured to try it on, k?” He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

You eyed the sight, nodding quickly. It was a light pink baby doll set. The spaghetti straps had small butterflies sewn to them. The sides of the lingerie were a sheer pink, and the body’s middle was simply laced with butterflies and flower patterns. A baby pink hem wrapped around the middle of the gown, small ruffles hanging off the cups of it.

You walked over to it, picking it up. You looked up at San as he gestured to the bathroom for you. He gave you a warm smile and you blushed once again, feeling the heat inside of you.

You walked over to the bathroom with the set, closing the door behind you as you went to change your clothes. San waited for you patiently by the window, petting Byeol as he gazed out into the streets. He felt his heart thump louder and louder as he waited for you to come out. He has never felt this nervous for you before, it was a new feeling. Even though he’s seen you in all your beauty thousands of times before, this time was different for him. It was the first Valentine’s as a wedded couple and he wanted to make sure everything went in your favor.

“Well, how does it look..?”

San turned his head to see you standing by the bed shyly. Your hands clasped together as you looked down at your feet, feeling slightly insecure. He admired how nicely the lingerie hugged your figure, how perfectly it enhanced his favorite features about you.

San walked over to you until you caught his feet meeting your own. His hand slowly made its way under your chin. He lifted your head to meet his eyes and smiled at you subtly. You felt your cheeks warm up at his actions, not sure of what to do. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand.

“You look stunning, princess. Exactly what I envisioned.”

He kissed your forehead softly, picked you up bridally style, and placed you on the bed. You sat there confused, following his body as he walked across the room to take off his hoodie. He had a simple white tank top under, giving you a full show of his broad muscles and shoulders.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as he made his way towards you, smirking with every step he took. He hovered over your body on the bed as he stood and his hand came up to caress your cheek.

“Remember what I said earlier?”

Your breath hitched as he spoke, feeling caught off guard by his sudden question. You stood silent, feeling your body continue to melt under his control.

“I’ll do anything you want today.”

He pulled his hand away from you and climbed onto the bed, his body now hovering over you. Your knee brushed against his member, making you close your eyes in embarrassment.

“Tell me, princess,” he laid a soft kiss against your neck, soon making his way down to what was exposed of your chest.

“What do you want from me?”

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did hehe🤭 Was literally giggling and kicking my feet writing this. Again, sorry for such the long wait!

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moonlightazriel · 3 months

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When no one hears your calls /// Eris X F!Reader

Summary: When the unbearable feelings of her mate start to mess with her life, Y/N decides to put an ending to their misery.

Warnings: Torture and abuse, Beron being the bastard he is.

Word Count: 3K

Notes: Yeah, i missed writing for my baby Eris. And I'm warning in advance that reader is Azriel's sister and he's mated to Gwyn in this, so please, if you don't stan Gwynriel, scroll past it.

Main Masterlist

She weeped, the feelings flooding her chest too overwhelming to keep controlled. It started with small waves of anxiety, increasing to pure agony, pain erupted through her chest. She tried to keep the tears from spilling, but now she sobbed, broken pleas for it to stop leaving from her parted chapped lips.

“Tell me what’s wrong, let me make it stop.” Azriel begged his sister. Holding her broken frame in between his arms.

“It hurts so much Az, it’s not fair.” She managed to speak in between the sobs that got more hysterical. The shadowsinger just held her tighter, seeing her in such distress broke him, she has always been his greatest weakness.

“Here, take this.” Gwyn offered, her warm hands holding a mug towards the female. “It will help you sleep.” Azriel nodded to his mate, taking the mug from his hands and bringing it to his sister’s lips. He forced the content down her throat, watching as the tea slowly worked, her body relaxed and the tears stopped and she fell asleep against him.

“Thank you.” He said, and Gwyn squeezed his shoulder in a reassuring grip. Azriel grabbed Y/N, taking her to the guest bedroom that Gwyn had set for her, placing her sleeping form carefully on the bed. The red headed female grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the living room again.

“I don’t understand.” He breathed. “She has had these episodes since the High Lord’s meeting, it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe she’s sick?” Gwyn suggested and Azriel shrugged.

“I took her to Madja, and she’s been as healthy as ever. There’s nothing wrong with her besides that.” He looked towards the room, to the shadows guarding his sister as she finally rested. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll find a solution Az, I know that.” Gwyn smiled at him, and he pulled the female for a hug.

“I pray to the Mother that you’re right.” She kissed his temple and he closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her love soothe his heart.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Whenever an episode approached, it always had small signs indicating it, the uncomfortable feeling in her chest, the rapid breathing and the dizziness like someone hit her in the head with full strength.

She hated that she worried her family so much, but not every time she was able to control how her body would react to it. It angered her how they would look at her with such pained expressions, how much Azriel wanted to help and she didn’t even knew how to ask for his help.

So everyday, Gwyn would take her to the library and she would search the cause of her troubles, her nose glued to the pages for hours until her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. She never felt such agony, only when her half brothers and her father ripped her wings from her back, making a small cut and pulling it until the skin gave up and she blacked out due to the blood loss.

It was Azriel shadows who helped them, sneaking supplies to their cell until they could get rid of the infection that almost killed her and healed his hands. She was glad for them and her brother, they saved her. She always tried to be as less of a burden as possible to not worry Azriel, but now she knew he was distressed about her situation, so she wanted to fix it, for her and for him.

Shadows gathered in a corner caught her attention, she got up, despite not being able to hear them, they always tended to her and her needs. As she approached the shelf, the shadows disappeared, leaving only a copy of an old dusty book behind. She pulled the book out, blowing the dust off, sneezing a bit in the process. Allergic just like Cassian.

She plopped herself in her seat again, scanning the book cover, no name, no nothing, this sparked her curiosity. She opened the book, in a fancy handwriter she could read “MATING BONDS: The complete guide for the matters of the heart.” She smiled at the title.

Just like her brother, she was sometimes too shy to ask about things. Besides having her past lovers, mating bonds are something she was never that curious about. So she sat there, reading the whole thing with attention. If the shadows thought this book would help, she was sure it would.

“Sometimes, strong feelings can leak through a one sided bond. And the other mate can feel it just as clearly as they would if the bond was shared by both mates.” That passage stuck with her, and she organised the books back on the shelf as she saw Gwyn approaching.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“How do we know if the bond snapped or not?” She blurted at the dinner table, the eyes of the inner circle turning to her.

“Well, it’s different for everyone and you would mostly just know.” Rhys said, looking at the female, the three Illyrians treated her like they were her brothers as well. So, the three have been looking for ways to help their little sister to get rid of those episodes.

“What if the bond had snapped for me and I just didn’t know it was it?” She inquired again and Azriel turned to his sister, his shadows stopping to look at her curiously.

“Do you think you found your mate?” He asked, eyebrow raised, who she thought she was mated to?

“I found this book that said that feelings can leak through the bond.” The couples nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, it’s very common.” Feyre replied.

“That’s the only explanation for what’s happening to me.” They all stopped for a second. “These emotions are not mine, but they’re strong enough for me to feel it.” Suddenly it all made sense.

“I pity your mate then.” Nesta said with sincerity, whoever it was, was going through great pain for her to feel it so intensely.

“Me too.” Feyre agreed. “But as for the bond, you can feel like a tug in your soul, like no one else matters to you anymore besides that person.” The High Lady concluded.

“Do you think you ever felt like this?” Elain asked and the female nodded.

“Yeah, I think I have.”

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

She couldn’t sleep, her mind filled with too many memories to rest. But one in particular caught her attention, and she closed her eyes, focusing on that memory until she could see it clearly.

“I didn’t know the Night Court had such beauties by their side.” His voice purred, and she turned around to see the well dressed autumn male. He had a smirk adorning his lips, his hair slicked back, leaving a clear view of his face.

“The autumn males aren’t that bad either.” She sheepishly replied, eyes glued to his amber eyes. Eris Vanserra was a dangerous male, as her family had alerted her, but what a beautiful disaster he was. Stealing her breath away and making her lose all of her focus.

“If you ever give me the pleasure of your company, I'll show you how bad we can be.” He winked at her, leaving her standing still in the hallway. It was Nesta who found her, looking at nothing, frozen in place as her chest sparkled with life, like she was taking her first breath of fresh air after getting out of her father’s dungeon. As she was finally free.

She kicked the covers away from her body, not caring about her clothing as she winnowed away. It was him, he was what was troubling her so much. She just needed to ask him to stop whatever this was and she would go back to normal. The shadows covered her as she sneaked through the Autumn Manor.

Everything was pitch black, and she just followed the shadows, taking her to the only illuminated room. She pushed the door open, spotting Eris by the bed, looking in a small mirror as he stitched a very ugly wound in his chest. His eye was purple and his lips were bruised.

“Who did this to you?” She breathed, her hands shaking in anger, how could someone do it to another being? She saw how cruel people could be and she dedicated her time to protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“What are you doing here?” He asked startled, dropping the mirror from his hands and wincing in pain. Surprised to see her there, and even more curious to know why she was there.

“I came here to talk to you.” She walked closer to her. “Here, let me help you.” Eris raised an eyebrow towards her, what was happening? She picked the needle from his hands, her warm skin brushing against his, it was a nice feeling. He didn’t say anything as her soft touch rested against his heart, while her other hand worked on closing the wound.

She finished the stitches, reaching for the bowl of water, taking the cloth and with one hand she lifted his chin, eyes locked together for a second. She started to work on the dried blood that smeared across his lips and nose. He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch and letting her take care of him.

“What do you want to talk about that was so important that you invaded my room in the middle of the night?” He watched as she got away from him, sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in the corner of his room. She pulled her legs close to her chest.

“I wanted you to stop.” He leaned forward.

“Stop what exactly?” She took a deep breath.

“With your overwhelming feelings, it’s been a fucking trouble to me. But you’re clearly going through something, so if you ever need me, don’t hesitate to reach out.” Eris sneered.

“Why would I ever seek your help?” He watched as she got up, her expression serious as she held the doorknob.

“Because who’s better to help you than your own mate?” And with that she left.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Mate.

She was his mate. Her words got caught in his mind, she had no reason to lie to him. But he also had no reasons to believe her, he just did. He chose to believe that the female who came to him in the middle of the night and showed him more kindness than his own flesh and blood was telling the truth.

So when another round of torture was over, he winnowed to her house, he had memorized the address she had sent to him. He could barely hold himself together, so he almost collapsed on top of her as she opened the door. She looked like she had been crying as he managed to take a look at her face, and he wondered if it was his emotions that led to that.

“I didn’t know where else to come, and I didn't want to be alone.” She didn’t laugh nor mocked him, she just nodded and left the room. He could hear her, moving around in a hidden room, he wondered if she regretted offering him shelter.

All the doubts died down in his throat when she came back, leaning to help him stand, guiding the way towards a bathroom. She sat him in her toilet and helped him out of his clothes. He sank in the water, trying to ignore the fact that he had to be naked in front of her, she looked like she was trying her best to ignore it as well.

“I put some numbing herbs, to help with the pain.” He nodded, feeling very thankful for her kindness. “And I have some of Azriel’s clothes here if you don’t mind. Yours are very dirty and could infect your wounds.”

“I would like that, thank you.” She nodded, getting out of the room and only appearing again to drop the clothes. Eris sighed, feeling his body relax and his wounds starting to close. As the water got cold, he got out. He felt weird wearing the Shadowsinger’s clothes but nothing about this situation was usual for him.

“I figured you’re probably hungry.” She placed a plate in front of him, no one had ever taken that much care of him before. “I didn’t cook it, Feyre told me it's a way of accepting the bond.” She smiled and he could swear that all the pain and sadness was lifted from his chest with that bright smile directed to him.

“Yeah, we don’t want you accepting this bond by accident.” Why would she want to accept a life tied to him?

“Yeah, we have to get to know each other first.” She giggled, taking a bite of her own food. “You don’t even know my favourite colour!” Eris laughed, feeling the sound reverberate through his chest, how long it was since he truly laughed with someone?

“Do you plan on accepting?” He asked, testing the waters.

“To be honest, I think about it, but as I said. First we get to know each other, we think about the bond later.” Eris nodded.

“Does your family know?” He dared to ask, assuming that they didn’t, or else Azriel would have already threatened him.

“They do!” He looked at her in shock. “They weren’t happy at first, but they respect my choice.”

“Did you tell them?” He gestured towards himself and her smile faded.

“Your secret is safe with me, it’s not my story to tell.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Thank you, for everything.” She smiled again.

“Nothing to thank me for.” He grabbed her hand, rubbing circles with his thumb.

“I have everything to thank you for, you just don’t know it.” They finished the meal and she got up to do the dishes, he quickly pushed her away. “It’s the least I can do.” She nodded.

“I’ll get the guest room ready for you then.” That night Eris slept like he hadn't slept in ages, soaking in the comfort of her home and her affection.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Her fingers started to shake, and that wave of anxiety came, as overwhelming as ever, it has been a whole month that she didn’t feel it, but Eris still came up to her beaten every week, she knew he was holding back his pain for her. But today, it was just as unbearable as it was when he didn’t know about it.

She gritted her teeth, clenching her fists under the table. The dinner went nicely, everyone engaged in conversations and smiling. She couldn’t ruin it, not again. But it was too late, as tears started to stream down her face.

“Are you okay?” Gwyn asked. Concern lacing her delicate features. Y/N shook her head, a scream ripping past her lips and scaring the whole family, Azriel was by her side in a second, tending to her.

“What’s wrong?” It wasn’t pain that filled her veins tonight, it was anger. The house shook with her power. She screamed in rage, if she didn’t act now, he was going to get killed. She grabbed the truth teller away from her brother.

“This ends tonight.” She announced before she winnowed away. The pain guided her, towards mouldy walls and putrid floors, the smell of blood making the air rancid.

He groaned, the pointy blade opening his flesh as it was dragged across his skin. He tried to hold back his pain but it was too much tonight, the ash in the weapon making everything more painful. He tried to hang on for her, for the life he wanted to have with her, for everything they haven’t lived yet. But it was too painful to keep going.

The cell door was forced open, with unruly hair, wet and red cheeks, holding a blade in her hands, his guardian angel came. The blade being pushed into Beron’s neck, blood splattering against her face. She pushed the blade to the side, Beron’s head being detached from his neck, his lifeless body collapsing to the floor.

“Hey! Open your eyes.” She demanded, kneeling in front of him, cradling his face in between her hands, and in that moment, the bond in his chest sang with life, welcoming her unmistakable love for him.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

The first thing he saw was the black curtains of her guest room. And the looming presence of the Shadowsinger himself, watching him intently. His body didn’t hurt anymore, all that was left was the warming feeling of the bond alongside his soul.

“Where is she?” He asked, sitting straight up in bed, his muscles felt tingly from being in the same position for long.

“She’s out in town, getting some things.” Azriel sat in the chair facing the bed. “How are you feeling, Eris?” True concern filled his voice.

“I’m fine, she saved me.” He could never forget this.

“Use this gift she gave you to make her the happiest female alive.” Azriel said, and Eris knew this was the closest of his blessing he would ever get. “Keep her safe.”

“With my life.” The male promised. A door opened somewhere and her soothing voice filled the room.

“I’m home!” She announced, and it took her a few minutes to go to his room, pushing the door open, she watched him. Blinking the tears before rushing to him, jumping on top of him. He held her, and he felt her lips pressed on his. His heart beated faster, as he retributed her kiss.

“Hey, stop that, that’s gross.” Azriel groaned, and she parted their kiss, laughing to her brother from Eris’s lap.

“You’re no fun.” She complained, showing him his middle finger. He rolled his eyes and left the room. “What do we do now?” She asked, but Eris didn’t want to think about the chaos that awaited for him at home, so he looked her in the eyes, sending all the love he could down the bond and asked.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

#acotar #sarahjmaas #moonlightazriel #night court #velaris #high lord eris #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris x y/n #eris x you #acotar fanfic

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batllethinker · 1 year

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Masterlist

red room AU

Million dollar baby 18 + [requested] First feed 18+ Dagger Come Back Celebrity au college au Control 18+ Innocence 18+ Loving Nobody gets me (like you) Sweet lovin'

Priestess drabble 18+ Dark Wanda(nat) collection 18+ Give me a show 18+ drabble Puppy love 18+

Worlds Apart 18+

Lessons of love 18+

Extra lessons 18+

Funny headcanons [requested]

Pregnant Wanda hcs [requested]

Domestic headcanons [requested]

Fuckboy Wanda/Good girl Nat hcs[requested]

Closer

Fic recs

Journalist Nat and Ceo Wanda 18+[requested]

Officer Wanda/Housewife Nat hcs 18+

Spotify playlist

Earned it 18+

Falling (for a ghost) 18+

Moodboard

Toxic Maxilova hcs 18+

Headcanons 18+

Ghostface Yelena/Mommy Wanda 18+

Pervy Wanda/Innocent Yelena hcs [requested] 18+

weak minds Mind games 18+

A brush with death tba

good girls 18+

darker minds 18+

Headcanons 18+

All over her 18+ Burning Desire 18+

Wanda headcanons

Cult leader Wanda hcs

Trauma headcanons

Werewolf Wanda hcs [requested]

Alcohol preferences

Spotify playlist

Headcanons Danger 18+

Love tba 18+

Bimbo Yelena headcanons 18+

Innocent Agatha headcanons 18+

Dark Agatha headcanons 18+ [requested]

Love of mine 18+ tba

#masterlist #cas writes

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 2 years

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Run For Your Life

Title: Run For Your Life

Requested by: @phoenixqueen07 Thanks for the request! I hope this lives up to your expectations, if not then I'm really sorry. Tell me what you think!

Word Count: 8,000

Warnings: None

Summary: You've dedicated your whole life to fixing things, but after eight hundred years, you've finally come to learn that some things just can't be fixed. Maybe it's better to keep things from being broken. || Klaus x reader || Here lies my Masterlist

Your phone was ringing. A common occurrence, to be sure, but rather annoying at three AM. You checked the number before answering but your screen flashed with the word: UNKNOWN. You didn't think much of it, however, as receiving calls from strangers was part of your job. Although, if it was Greta again you might actually set something on fire. The poor woman had dementia and a tendency to call at outrageous hours to ask where her husband went. You understood that such behavior wasn't her fault, but your patience was not unlimited and her husband had been dead for three years. Needless to say, you weren't in the mood to have that conversation again. Clearing your throat, you tapped the green button and lifted the device to your ear.

"Hello, you've reached Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. How may I help you?" You said in as cheery a tone as you could manage at such an hour.

"Hello, love."

You froze upon hearing the voice on the phone. Well, it wasn't Greta, though now you wished that was the case. No, this caller was infinitely worse. A chill crept down your spine as you got up and moved to the window. Pushing back the curtain just a fraction, you glanced around your secluded property for any sign of movement. A thousand questions raced through your head. Had he found you? Did he know where you were? How could he? You had been so careful. Why was he calling you? Why now? Had he finally decided your eternal suffering wasn’t worth his effort? Was he just going to kill you? A painfully sharp sense of dread flooded through you, but you would rather take a walk through the Australian Outback without your daylight ring than let him know how terrified you really were.

"How did you get this number?" You asked in a tone colder than ice. It wasn’t hard to achieve, you’d had eight hundred years to practice. You'd been a fool to think you could ever truly escape him.

"Oh, don't play that game, Y/N," The man chuckled. Your heart squeezed a little at the sound. "I know you're delighted to hear from me."

That almost made you want to laugh. You grimaced instead, sitting back down on your bed. "Du nicht kennst mich nicht mehr, Klaus,” You said firmly. The sharpness of your mother tongue was something of a comfort to you, though the words you spoke were lies.

“I beg to differ.” He was right. He did know you - he always would.

“How did you get this number?" You asked again, your tone unchanged.

"Well, I have my ways, love. You of all people should know that by now," He hummed. That smug smirk of his was practically audible.

You huffed, rolling your eyes, he just loved being dramatic. "Yeah, yeah whatever - nobody cares. Just tell me who squealed so I can punch their lights out."

"If you must know, it was a certain young vampire by the name of Alyson," He supplied somewhat reluctantly. "Know her?"

"Alyson?" You scoffed, getting out of bed and pulling on a robe as you headed downstairs. "Oh, come on! That's not even an achievement, the kid can't keep her mouth shut to save her life."

"Sounds like someone I used to know," Klaus said, his voice softening. That was something you missed. He used to sound like that more often, kind, gentle, playful even, but not anymore. Not for a while, anyway - not even for you. You bit your lip.

'No.' You reminded yourself. 'You can't do this, Y/N. You can't get your hopes up for nothing. Not again.'

"What do you want, Klaus?" You tried so hard to keep your voice from shaking and maybe it was enough. It had been a long time, maybe he'd forgotten just how well he knew you. Not likely. After all, you hadn't forgotten a single thing about him. "I know this isn't a social call."

There was a pause. And a deep breath. No, he hadn't forgotten you. Was that for better or worse? You couldn’t decide.

"You sound rather sure of that," He said, but his voice tightened almost inaudibly as if he were choking on the words because something in him didn't want to lie to you. As if something in him still cared. Maybe no one else would have noticed a thing like that, but you did, and you knew him too well to mistake what it meant.

"I am." You reached the kitchen and flicked on the lights, holding the phone with your shoulder so you could grab yourself a mug. "I know you don't call unless you want something." Raindrops tapped against the window over the sink and you leaned back against the counter, staring out at the world beyond. Your voice quieted to nearly a whisper, losing yourself in thought was one of your specialties. "I never had much to give you. But I would have given it - I always did. You just didn't trust me enough, you still don't…"

“You’re wrong,” He claimed. “You’re wrong about me.”

The corner of your lips twitched up in a wry smile. “What else is new?”

You could still remember his hands on you, crushing your arms in a vice-like grip. You remembered how terrified you were, fearing for more than just your life as those clear blue eyes that you loved so much turned black as pitch with rage.

You had been wrong to put your faith in him.

The memory made you shiver. You never would have survived Klaus' paranoid wrath if not for Elijah. He had saved you and you had been hiding ever since. It wasn't long after that before Klaus descended completely into madness.

Klaus sighed. "I do trust you," He promised.

"But not enough." You gave a tight-lipped smile, even though he couldn't see. Maybe especially because he couldn't.

"Well, now is too late," You muttered, teeth clenched. "It's about fifty years too late. So what do you want?"

"I was wrong, Y/N. I was wrong to doubt you. I see that now," He admitted.

"I know I wasn't-"

You cut him off. "No, Klaus." You shook your head. "Don't even start."

Klaus sighed. "If you would just listen-"

"I've listened before."

"Y/N-" The way he said your name made you want to give in, but you didn't have it in you to bear any more torment on his behalf.

"I'm not doing this again," You said firmly.

"It's different this time," He claimed. You could hear as he began to pace so you counted his steps, listening for the timbre of them to determine the size of the space he walked. Fourteen steps, but he always leaves one step length from him to any wall. The floor he paced across creaked softly with a tell-tail scraping you knew only came from intense sunlight and humidity. The windows of the room were open, and from outside came the sound of Jazz. He was in his studio, in the Abattoir, in New Orleans.

"Klaus, please-" You sighed, setting down your mug. "-just don't. I don't want to go through this again." He didn't listen, not that you expected him to.

"I know it's been far too long, but I've finally fixed things," He insisted, "I killed Mikael, I broke the bloody curse, and my siblings walk as free and bothersome as birds! You said-" He stopped, his voice tightening. "You said you'd come back - said you'd come home… Why do you stay away?"

"You know why," You sighed. "Face it. We're a chipped cup, Klaus. Not broken enough to mend - too bothersome to be used."

"But you've always been so good at mending things."

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, fighting away tears. "Tell me what you want or I'm hanging up."

"Please, Y/N-"

"You have five seconds."

"Wait-"

"Five."

"Love, I'm not-"

"Four."

"Fine!" Klaus let go of another sigh. "I require your expertise and professional assistance here in New Orleans," He said, clearly put out with your mandate.

You raised a brow. "You are the antithesis to everything I work towards, in what possible situation could you require my help professionally?"

"Well, I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of trouble…" He trailed off and you could tell he was smiling. The meaning of his statement was pretty clear.

"Oh, I hate magic," You grumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Klaus just laughed. "Hayley, the mother, thinks it's a girl. Do you think you could spare the time?"

You frowned. "No."

"No?" He questioned. "I thought it was against your oath to refuse someone in need of aid."

"That's the thing, I don't believe you need me," You replied. "If you need a doctor, there are plenty in New Orleans."

"But none that I trust," He countered. "You are the best there is to be had in the field of medicine. It is your assistance that I want and yours alone that I need." He had a point. After all, how many other doctors would be able to handle the delivery of a magical miracle baby? You would guess very few, but add 'Mikaelson Friendly' to that requirements list and you really were just about the only choice. "I promise to keep all proceedings strictly professional, including payment if that's what you want. I'll even give you that Monet you love so much," He offered.

You cursed under your breath. He knew you so well. "Deal."

***

You shoved open the doors of the Abattoir and strode to the center of the courtyard. The only person around was a young brunette who studied you with a cautious gaze. One whiff of the scent coming off her and you could tell she was a wolf, not that something so trivial bothered you, of course. Normally, you would have greeted her but you weren't here to socialize, you just wanted to get things over with so you could grab that Monet and go home. Despite the urgency that Klaus had insisted on over the phone, no one was waiting to greet you, so you did the only thing you could.

"YO! 'LIJAH! WHEREFORE ART THY REAR END?" You shouted into the depths of the house. You had always taken pride in your ability to shout obscenely loud when you wanted to.

"What the actual hell was that?" The wolf-girl asked, staring at you as if you were crazy. You smirked and shot her a wink. Of course, there was no real need to raise your voice seeing as the whole family had supernatural hearing, but it got your point across rather well and you had always enjoyed being a little bit obnoxious - it was just one of those little things that brought you immense joy, especially upon seeing Elijah's expression when he appeared at the top of the stairs a moment later.

"That, my dear Hayley, was a very old joke and an extremely effective method of garnering my attention," He said with a slight huff, sending you a reprehensive look. You wiggled your fingers in a little wave.

"Nice suit, braveheart."

Elijah's playfully annoyed expression melted into a fond smile as he reached the bottom of the stairs and opened his arms for a hug. You skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, being sure to give him a firm clap on the back. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, lítill heilari," He said.

"You too," You agreed.

"I've missed you every day." He pulled away, his dark eyes full of an older brother's concern. "For far too many days," He added. You bit your lip and looked away, nodding. "I called you for months yet you never answered. I feared Niklaus had, in his anger, found you and done something unfathomable…" He placed a hand on your shoulder, urging you to meet his gaze. You did and instantly felt guilt weighing on your heart. "You had me worried sick. Could you not have, at the very least, let me know you were alright?"

"I'm sorry, 'Lijah," You muttered, twisting your fingers together. "Really, I am. But I just- I needed time a-and a little space. I needed to sort things out."

"And did you?" He asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah." You nodded. "I'm a lot better."

"That's good to hear."

"So am I forgiven?" You asked with a tentative smile.

Elijah chuckled. "Of course, lítill heilari."

"Alright!" You grinned, rubbing your hands together eagerly. "Where's my next victim!"

The wolf-girl's eyes flew as wide as saucers and she took a step away from you, clearly disturbed. Elijah just rolled his eyes at your usual antics, wrapping a comforting arm around the girl's shoulders before she could run for the hills.

"This lovely young woman is Miss. Hayley Marshall of the Crescent Wolf Pack here in New Orleans, she's the reason Niklaus requested your help," He said.

You rolled your eyes at the mention of your ex but extended your hand to the brunette. "Guten Tag, Fräulein halbmondwolf. Ich bin Y/N. Wie geht es dir und was ist deine Lieblingskäsesorte?" You asked in your mother tongue.

"Is she, uh… Is she threatening me or saying hello?" Hayley asked under her breath. "I didn't take German in high school. Is that German? It sounds like German…"

Elijah sighed, shaking his head. "Hayley, this eccentric woman is Y/N Y/LN. She asked after your wellbeing, and your favorite type of cheese," He informed her.

"Oh." She nodded and glanced back at you wearily. "Well, like he said I'm Hayley Marshall, um, I'm doing alright, I guess - as well as I can, all things considered…" Elijah nodded, urging her to continue. "And, uh, I guess my favorite type of cheese is probably - I dunno - Cheddar?"

"Really?" You wondered. "You look like more of a parmesan girl to me, but alright." You shrugged. "Fyi, I speak perfect English, but I totally forgot the word for cheese just now and I do that quite a lot, so be ready. But hey, it works out 'cause I like to know my patients and I like them to know me. So now I know you have very American tastebuds and you know my native language, we're cool!"

Hayley blinked. "O-okay… and you're sure you're a doctor?" She asked, swallowing deeply.

"Uh-huh, yeah." You grinned at her but her apprehension didn't fade. In fact, if not for Elijah, you were pretty sure she would have taken another step back.

"Y/N," Elijah said with a warning in his tone. "Quit trying to frighten the poor woman." He turned to the wolf, speaking reassuringly. "I assure you, Hayley, although her bedside manner is deplorable, you will not find a being more qualified to assist in your situation than Dr. Y/L/N. She's been practicing medicine since the field was invented-"

"And before, actually!" You chimed in.

"- and before," He agreed, nodding. "I know you do not trust my brother's judgment, but you can trust me when I say that this woman is one of the finest I've had the pleasure of knowing and that she would die before letting the slightest harm come to you or your child."

She pursed her lips and glanced up at you as if for confirmation, moving her hand to rest absentmindedly over her slightly rounded belly.

You dropped a wink and nodded, but kept your tone soft and reassuring. "Yeah, I know. I'm just awesome like that." Then you turned back to Elijah, frowning slightly. "Speaking of your family, where are blond one and blonde two?"

"Nik's out - thought that might be best, so you're welcome. I broke a nail trying to force him out the door," A voice declared upon entering. Your eyes were drawn to Rebekah's impeccable fashion sense as she strolled through a door on your right.

"Hey, Bex." You grinned. "Nice shoes."

"Thanks," She preened. "I'd say the same, except you're wearing Crocs."

You shrugged. "They're comfy."

"They're a crime is what they are," Rebekah scoffed, rolling her eyes. Then she smiled. "Hey, Y/N/N."

Your own smile faltered. "Minus the big bad wolf, I just- I can't believe this is really everybody." You sighed. "I know I never met him, but I'm really sorry about Finn. A-and then when I - when I heard about Kol…" You shook your head, biting your lip. "I-I was devastated. I'm so sorry, you guys."

Rebekah glanced away and her older brother just nodded, trying to smile. "As am I, dearest Y/N. I know how close the two of you were, and I regret not making the effort to inform you of his unfortunate passing in person, but events got out of hand rather quickly and required my attention."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes. "Don't say that."

He raised a brow. "What?"

"Don't say that," You repeated. "Don't say 'unfortunate passing' as if it was some sort of accident. He was murdered, Elijah. Kol was murdered. My best friend, your little brother, was murdered, and not only did I have to hear about that through the grapevine, but imagine my surprise when I found out that you guys didn't do a flipping thing about it! I mean, if not for my Hippocratic oath, I would have beat the responsible party to a pulp."

"Y/N-" Rebekah started. You cut her off.

"No! I'm not finished, this goes for you too, Bex. I wasn't intending on this, but it really wouldn't be a reunion if I wasn't lecturing you guys about something, so buckle the frick up and get ready."

The siblings shared a glance and nodded before turning their attention back to you.

"What the hell guys?" You demanded, moving your hands to your hips. "I'm gone for all of - what's it been, 50 years? - and everything goes to actual waschbärkot! I mean, I know Kol was a right nasty piece of work sometimes, but he is - was - still your brother! When we met you guys, you were everything Axel and I ever wanted. Yeah, life sucked and nobody bathed, but you guys found the happiness you could. You guys worked together, you sang together, you played together, you laughed together! You guys were a family!"

You remembered those days, they felt like so long ago.

Present Day Poland, 1322

You barreled down the dim corridor, heart pounding, legs pumping, the folds of your dress whipping around your ankles as you dashed after your brother at full speed. "AXEL!" You hollered, grinding your teeth. "GIVE IT BACK, YOU WEASEL!"

Your younger brother by a mere fourteen minutes glanced over his shoulder and cackled, out of breath but still laughing like the fiendish scoundrel he was. "Oh, you want this, do you?" He called back to you, waving the simple bracelet of woven cord over his head. "Come and get it!"

"AXEL! I WILL BITE OFF YOUR TOES!" You shrieked.

"Better do it quick then-" He taunted, ducking through another tight turn. "-else I'll give it to Kol!"

"AXEL!" You whined. He had gotten a head start, it wasn't fair. "Niklaus gave that to me!"

Your brother merely laughed and dashed down another servant's corridor. You followed and gasped at the ray of sunlight shining at the end of the hall. Axel sprinted towards it as fast as he could, knowing what waited beyond. You growled and pushed yourself to move faster. Bursting from the hall and into the blinding afternoon light of the castle grounds, you made a mad grab for Axel's shirt but he skipped just out of your reach. You stumbled and tripped over the hem of your dress, landing in the grass. While you recovered, Axel raced for where a dark-haired boy sat reading a book with the rest of his family about twenty paces away.

"Kol!" He shouted.

"What the- Ouch!" The boy lifted his head only to get hit in the face when your brother tossed him the stolen bracelet. Axel reached him and grabbed his wrist, pulling him up and shoving him forward. You got to your feet and started towards them.

"AXEL! DON'T YOU DARE!"

"She's angry! Take it and run!" He laughed.

Kol glanced back at you and a grin spread across his face. "Oh dear, Y/N. It would be a shame if this little trinket were to - shall we say - inexplicably end up at the bottom of the lake…" He jeered.

"No!" You cried. "Give it back!"

"Catch me if you can!" He called. He turned on his heel and took off running. You knew he wasn't going anywhere close to as fast as he could, he was just playing with you.

"Rebekah!" You whined, striding up to her seat. "They're teaming up on me!"

"Come now, Kol," His sister warned, hardly even looking up from her book. "Give the bracelet back or I'll pummel you with my shoe."

"Never!"

She turned back to you and shrugged. "Forgive me, Y/N. I tried," She said, holding back a laugh.

You huffed, turning to the next family member. "Niklaus, Axel took my bracelet and now he and your knave of a brother refuse to give it back," You said, giving him your best doe-eyes. He would give in, he always had.

Niklaus and his family had strolled through the mighty gates of Ordensburg Marienburg when you and your twin brother were nearing the end of your fifteenth summer. The two of you had lived within the towering walls of the castle-fortress for as long as you could remember, serving first as indentured servants and later as apprentices to the palace healer. You had never strayed from the grounds nor seen the world that lived just beyond the fortress walls, so the arrival of such strangers fascinated you. It was a rather dreary day, thus you and Axel had been assigned to stoke the fires roundabout the castle - a task which granted you a decent view of the unexpected guests. Rebekah had caught you watching from the window and had waved, an act which surprised you as you and Axel were merely servants and thus went largely ignored by the lords and ladies that visited. However, it was the man standing next to her that caught your eye. There was something strange about him that made you curious - curious enough to follow him through the castle for days via the servant's tunnels. It wasn't long before he caught onto you and you used those ever-effective doe-eyes to plead for his forgiveness. He hadn't hit you as you had expected, instead, he had laughed and even introduced you to his siblings.

Years had passed and you had grown rather close to all of them. Yet it was still Klaus who you were most interested in. He painted the most spectacular pictures of a world you had never seen - places far beyond the castle walls. After finishing your chores, you would sit for hours just to watch him paint. You were nineteen now and had successfully managed to keep your admiration of him a secret, or so you thought.

Niklaus looked up with a fond smile. "Would you like me to get it back for you?"

"Yes, please." You giggled.

"Very well." He stood and pressed an endearing kiss to your forehead before flashing you a grin and moving to pursue. "KOL! GET BACK HERE!" He sprinted across the lawn and grabbed his brother by the legs. Kol crashed to the ground with a yelp, laughing as he called out for Axel's help to escape. After a solid five minutes of pushing and tripping one another, Klaus finally managed to pin both your brother and his, wrestling the bracelet from Kol's grip.

"Thank you, Nik," You said, holding your hand out for the trinket. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

"Oh, I wouldn't thank me yet, love. I worked rather hard to get this back… I think I might just have to keep it." He smirked and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Looks like you shall just have to catch me if you want it back."

Then he too took off with your bracelet.

"You are all unscrupulous animals!" You laughed, chasing after him. All supernatural enhancements aside, Klaus still had a significant advantage over you seeing as his legs were much longer. He was teasing you, allowing you to come within reach before dancing away just as you dove to snatch the bracelet.

"Nearly there, love!" He laughed, holding the keepsake just out of your reach. Your attempts clearly weren't working; it was time to change things up. You went for his legs, grappling his knees and shoving him to the side with your shoulder. Clearly not used to his own strategies being used against him, he cried out in surprise and fell to the ground.

You barked a laugh and dove for the bracelet again. "Give." You straddled his waist in an attempt to keep him down, swatting his arm as he tried to push you away. "That." You seized his wrist and pulled it towards you, using all your strength against none of his. "Back!"

Klaus stopped moving and you froze, glancing up. He grinned, then the world flipped and you were the one lying in the grass. He smiled down at you with a playful glint in his eyes, and now that you could compare them, you found that his eyes really were the same bright shade as the sky above. You gasped sharply as he pinned your wrists above your head, smirking with the smugness of a very satisfied wolf while allowing the bracelet to dangle from his finger tauntingly. You didn't even look at it, your mind was rather preoccupied with the compromising position in which you had suddenly found yourself. Though you had always been content to admire his stunning features from afar, you had never guessed you might be blessed with the opportunity to admire him up close. Especially not this close.

"Dirty pull, love," He chuckled. All you could do was nod, eyes wide and thoughts racing. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I like it. But you'll have to be faster than that."

He rolled off of you and dashed away again, leaving you stunned and unable to move. Until you heard a loud wolf whistle from Axel followed by a string of profanity from Kol.

"If this keeps up I'll have another brother by the end of the month!" Rebekah exclaimed.

"Ah, Lord Axel… I quite like the sound of that," Your brother said, elbowing her.

She rolled her eyes. "Y/N, please refrain from marrying Nik!" She called out. "Not that I wouldn't love to have you as a sister, but your brother is a scoundrel and the last thing this family needs is another Kol in it."

Your cheeks burned at their teasing and you quickly stood up, brushing yourself off.

"As if anyone could replace me," Kol scoffed.

"Of course we could never replace you, brother," Elijah said, finally joining the conversation. "Your ego takes up far too expansive a space for anyone else to fill."

You tuned them out and focused on trying to find where Niklaus had run off to with your bracelet. Your eyes scanned the grounds but found no sign of him.

A sharp whistle sounded from a far way to your right, and you whipped your head towards the sound. There, balancing atop the fortress's towering wall, stood Niklaus, smirking at you challengingly. You cast a worried glance from the castle to its massive wall, debating your next choice. It was against palace rules for servants or apprentices to leave the castle grounds without explicit permission, on the other hand, you despised losing with a passion. That was one thing you loved about Klaus, he was always challenging you to keep up.

Against your better judgment, you scanned the area for anyone who might squeal before closing your eyes to focus. Backing up a couple of steps, you ran and leaped into the air. Getting the timing right was the hardest part, but you whispered the incantation Kol had taught you just as you reached the apex of your jump. The air around you swirled akin to a horse spurred into motion and you shot into the air, landing atop the wall a moment later.

Klaus stood a few feet away from you, a little bit dumbfounded. You smirked at him.

"Did Kol teach you that?" He asked, smiling with what you hoped was pride for your accomplishment.

"Yes, but for once I mastered it before Axel did." Your brother was always more adept with magic than you were. He was a quick study in just about anything, really.

"That is spectacular, love," Klaus complemented. You beamed. "I do, however, have another question."

"Yes?"

"How do you plan to get down?"

You shook the memory away and sniffed, wiping at a tear as it slid down your cheek.

"Where did that family go? Why did you guys turn your backs on eachother so completely? Because you disagreed?" You asked. You truly didn't understand, holding grudges just wasn't in your nature. You turned to the blond.

"Bekah, do you remember when you would go out into the fields around Ordensburg and pick flowers all day long, because those were the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen?"

"Yes," She nodded quietly, blinking away tears. "I especially loved the violets."

You smiled. "And do you remember when you'd come back in the evening and sit in front of the fire while Kol braided those violets into your hair so you'd look that much more beautiful dancing that night?" She nodded again, and you turned to her older brother. "And Elijah, don't you remember the hours you and Kol spent translating Norse to German just so you two could perform that ridiculous song for my birthday? Axel and I laughed so hard we almost passed out! I mean, Nick actually had to-" You caught the looks on their faces at the mention of the hybrid. You stopped and sighed, shaking your head. The past was the past and you needed to remember that.

"Look, I know what Niklaus did to you guys - I know he's just been getting worse. But that's his problem, it's on him. It's not on you, it's on him! You can't allow his actions to ruin you and your relationship as brother and sister, because I don't know if you've noticed, but you're all you got now. You only get one family, that's it! When it's gone, it's gone!" You closed your eyes and lowered your head. "Please, meine liebsten freunde… Elijah, Rebekah, please, I'm begging you, please just cherish each other. Take care of one another, please. I-I've already-" You sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly to stop the tears from falling. "I've already lost Axel - I already lost my family - don't make me lose you too."

When you finished, Rebekah immediately tackled you in a very teary hug. "We love you too, Y/N!" She said, half crying and half laughing.

"You bet your pants, you do," You mumbled, trying to cover the fact that you'd been bawling your eyes out.

"All of the things from Kol's room are in the attic if you'd like to go through them," Elijah offered, clearing his throat. "I'm sure there's some things he'd like you to have."

"Thanks, 'Lijah." You nodded, sending him a small smile. "But business first. Poor Hayley's been standing here looking like an elementary schooler watching their friend's parents fight." You eyed the wolf with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, bout' that."

She waved her hand. "It's fine."

"Oh good." You clapped your hands. "Now then! Everybody who isn't carrying the person-equivalent of a Zonkey can leave."

Rebekah rolled her eyes and gave you one last hug. "I've missed you, Y/N."

"Me too, Bex." You laughed. "Now get out of here before I make you!" She and Elijah left, going back to their respective activities and you rounded on Hayley. "Ready?"

"Not really," She admitted.

"It's just a physical and a check up, you'll be fine!" You reassured her. "I promise I won't even use the leeches this time."

The girl threw her head back and laughed as you guided her to sit down before pulling out a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope out of your bag along with an assortment of vials and needles. Hayley's eyes fell on the needles and she stiffened, eyeing them with fear. You were quick to notice this and squeezed her hand comfortingly.

"Scared of needles?" You asked.

"No," She said, shaking her head. "I just… really don't like them."

"Yeah, sorry but I am gonna have to draw a bit of blood. But don't be embarrassed about it, fräulein. Needles freak me out too." You chuckled.

"But… you're a doctor?"

"Uh huh."

"A-and a vampire…"

"Ja."

Hayley shook her head, raising a brow. "So how-"

You grinned at her. "Back in my day, we didn't have needles," You joked, shrugging. "It was an irrational fear when needles were introduced; yet, that fear has become no less irrational over time and I have become no less afraid."

"Speaking of being irrational…" She raised a brow at you pointedly.

"What?" You asked, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around her arm.

"You and Klaus?" She pressed.

You glanced up, surprised. "Was it that obvious?"

"Nah - I mean, it was but Rebekah told me before you got here."

"Wait a second, what did she say?" You asked, raising a weary brow. This could either be really good or really bad.

"I think she called you, uh, 'The Ex To End All Ex's' or something like that?" Hayley admitted a little sheepishly.

You snorted. "Okay, wow. That's… I mean it definitely explains why you were so skittish! Bekah over here just casually making me sound like World War One." You shook your head, grinning. "You probably thought I was some sort of psycho!"

"You kind of are," She pointed out, chuckling.

"True," You agreed. "Yeah, Klaus and I were a thing for a long time."

"I got that part," Hayley said. "But I just… How? How does someone like - well, just - like you fall in love with someone like him?"

"Someone like me? Is that a compliment or an insult?" You wondered. You honestly couldn't tell.

The wolf's eyes widened a little and she shook her head frantically. "No, no! It's a compliment!"

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "You sure? 'Cause I hate to say it but…" You eyed her belly pointedly.

Hayley's cheeks reddened. "Oh, hell no! Klaus and I aren't… We-we aren't-"

"I gotcha, fräulein. I see stuff like this every day, and chef don't judge-" You waved a hand and smirked. "-however, you and Elijah giving each other heart-eyes all over the place is kinda hard to miss."

The wolf looked like someone out of a cartoon with how her jaw dropped almost to the floor. You giggled as she attempted to compose herself. “I-I just meant that you-you’re so…”

“Charming? Witty? Adorable?”

Hayley shook her head. “Kind,” She murmured. “You’re kind, a-and generous but it’s not… It’s not like it’s an act for you - sometimes from Elijah, it feels like an act - but not you. With you, it’s warm an-and real. But Klaus he-” She stopped and bit her lip, looking up at you with a worried expression. “You seem like the sort of person he would tear to shreds.”

“And he did.” You stopped what you were doing and looked up at her with a kind smile. "Can I tell you a story?" You asked.

Haley nodded and you smiled, getting back to work and talking as you did.

"My twin brother Axel and I were born in 1317 in the walled fortress-city of Ordensburg Marienburg in what’s now Poland. My mother died in childbirth and my father of plauge not seven summers later. When we were old enough to understand why our parents died, we vowed to save as many others as we could. The palace physician was a friend of our father’s and we apprintaced under him for many years. Axel and I were good at our jobs and we were happy, people said we had a gift. It wasn’t until Klaus and his family arrived that me and my brother discovered that we were, in fact, witches. We were merely fourteen summers at the time and clearly no threat, so seeing as we couldn't be compelled, the Mikaelsons became our protectors of sorts - our friends…”

Poland, 1322

“Your brother is intolorable,” You huffed, throwing yourself down onto a cushioned sofa in the room Niklaus had long since claimed as his studio. If you had done a thing like that before the Mikaelson’s had claimed you as a friend, you probably would have been beaten.

“Generally, yes, but such is the nature of being Kol.” Klaus glanced at you over his shoulder and smirked before resuming his painting. “What’s he done now?”

“He helped Axel jinx my comb,” You grumbled.

“Am I to assume by your tone that you can’t reverse the charm?” He hummed, touching up some details on a spectacular depiction of what he called Aurora Borialis. At the bottom of the painting, you could catch a glimpse of sleek grey fur. You sighed; he was painting wolves again.

“It’s not my fault that the counter curse is infinitely more difficult than the original charm!” You exclaimed, tossing your hands in the air. “Why is Axel so much more gifted at magic than I?”

Klaus chuckled slightly and slipped his paintbrush into pitcher of water resting on the table beside him. He moved to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I may not be able to answer that with assurity, however, your brother cannot tell the difference between peppermint and poison oak. You would do well to remember that,” He said. You blushed and looked away.

“Thank you,” You said. “Your artwork is beautiful as always.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Not as beautiful as you.”

“Klaus was different back then,” You sighed. “They all were. He made the most beautiful pictures of places I'd never seen and I liked just sitting and watching him paint. Although I was young, I could see the sadness he carried. We didn't talk much at the beginning - I think he found me annoying - but years passed and that changed. I was twenty when he told me about his life, about how he felt trapped within his own skin, about how ashamed he felt regarding his mother's infidelity, about how terrified he was that his siblings might one day decide to leave him behind because of that, and about his father who was hunting them all like animals. They didn't deserve that."

You shook your head to yourself and huffed a laugh.

"I knew what he was,” You told Hayley. “I just didn’t care. I've always seen the best in people, it's just who I am, and in him I saw the artist of those beautiful pictures of places I'd never seen. I saw a person who had a lot of love to give, a person who was trying really hard to find his place in the world outside the ones he painted, and I fell in love with him. We were happy… for a while anyway."

"What happened then?" Hayley asked softly, leaning forward in her seat. Your eyes darkened and your expression turned grim.

"Mikael came."

Poland, 1322

There had been no warning.

By the time you realized what was happening, it was already too late. People were screaming, some were dead, and your home was on fire. You dashed though the halls, searching desprately for Klaus - for anyone. The ceiling of the castle’s grand halls were falling apart as vicious flames turned mighty wood to ash. Yet, you couldn’t give up searching for the family you had found. To heavy for the damaged timbers to hold, you heard the creaking before you felt the iron chandelier crush your spine. There are no words to describe the pain you felt as you lay in the dark, choking on smoke and blood. You called out for Klaus to help you. You had thought he would come.

You were wrong.

It wasn’t Niklaus who found you. Kol found you first. He threw the chandelier off you and healed your broken body with his blood.

He told you to go find Axel. He told you to run. You could still hear his words in your dreams even after all this time.

"Y/N, listen to me! Go find your brother. You go find your brother and you run. Run as fast as you can and don't look back. Don't you dare look back and don't you dare follow us. You just keep running, little witch - just keep on running until your legs give out and you can take not another step. Run and forget about me, forget about Klaus, forget about all of us. Run and look after yourself for once in your life. Run and feel the grass beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, and the sun on your face. Run and live your life the way you wish and if my father finds you, then don't you go without a fight. You fight to your very last breath, and one day I'll see you on Valhalla's golden shores."

Then he had disappeared into the fire and smoke. You should have done as he'd told you. But you had followed after Klaus and you had stayed far too long.

You shook your head, thoughts of the past filling you with nostalgia and longing. "When I found Axel, he had already been torn to shreds. I had no one, so I used a tracking spell and followed Klaus and his family. I stayed with them, Klaus turned me and the rest, as they say, is history."

"The way you talk about them…" Hayley shook her head. "They sound like completely different people - like good people."

You nodded. "They were just that, Fräulein. They were young, innocent people that bad things happened to and they all dealt with it in their own way. Nik became obsessed with breaking his curse, Elijah couldn't let go, Kol was too good at letting go, and Bekah… well, Bekah just gave all her love away and kept none for herself. One thousand years is a long time to hurt, Hayley. I don't think you fathom how long that is. See, Klaus was different back then - kind and trusting -" You shrugged. "- but people change."

Haley nodded. "Rebekah told me… Hunter's Curse, right?"

"Just one of many, many things," You sighed.

"So why did you stay?" She asked.

"I shouldn't have," You admitted. "I should have run. If I had known then what I know now - if I had known what Niklaus would become - I would have run away. I would have run and never looked back, I would have run and felt the grass beneath my feet, and the wind in my hair, and the sun on my face. I would have run and lived my life the way I wished and one day come to rest with my brother by my side, feeling the sand between my toes as we watched the sun set over Valhalla's golden shores."

Klaus had ruined that life for you, he had ruined a lot of lives and you found yourself wishing you had never even met him. Because the fact was, you still loved him, even if you wished you didn't.

"But that doesn't answer my question," Hayley pressed. "Why did you stay?"

You sighed, pulling the needle out of her arm - she hadn't even noticed.

"I stayed because I'm a healer and I live to mend things. But Klaus and I - we're a chipped cup. Not broken enough to mend - too bothersome to be used."

"You're still not over him, are you?" Hayley asked tenderly.

You smiled but there was more pain in it than anything else.

"I don't think I ever will be." You had come to terms with that. "Word of advice, Hayley?"

"What?"

"Run while you can."

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Stolen Glances

Request: Can you write a smut story with dean in it I was hoping a friends to lovers sort of thing

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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Note: this is 18+ only. Do not read this if you're under 18.

Story:

Glances. That's all she could get of him. She watched from the passenger seat of the Impala while the sun and the wind worked together to scatter highlights through his hair, and she listened as he sang along to his tape as if there was no one in the car with him. She smiled as she watched him enjoy the drive, no monsters to hunt down, no angels or demons after them, just a drive to get supplies for the bunker. He'd come to her room in the early afternoon to see if she wanted to come with him, and she never said no to spending more time with him, to catch more glances, to see small glimpses into what her life would be like if he was hers. He looked over to her after the song ended and she quickly looked away, not wanting to he caught stealing her glances.

"Think they'll have pie?" He asked and she looked back at him, rolling her eyes and laughing.

"Remember how you threatened the poor guy last time they had none? I think they order in twice as many now just in case you come in looking for it".

"Hey, don't bring up bad memories", he gave her a fake glare before looking back out at the road, and he smiled when he heard her quietly giggle to herself.

"Sorry, I forgot how traumatic that experience was for you".

"Worst thing that ever happened to me", he smiled while shaking his head. Although he was joking, [Y/N] sometimes wondered if being disappointed by a store being out of pie was somewhere up there with all of his other traumatic experiences in his head.

"Well, if they don't have pie then we can get the ingredients and I'll make one for you".

"Are you trying to get in my pants? 'Cause that'd do it", he grinned, glancing over for a second to admire the blush he'd created on her cheeks.

"Just drive", she couldn't help but smile, turning her head to look out of the window, hiding how easy it was for Dean to get her flustered. No one had ever given her butterflies with just a smile. Especially not a cocky smile. Then came Dean Winchester, so naturally confident, more attractive than any man she'd ever met. Just one wink from him and her heart would skip a beat, just one gentle brush of his hand against hers and she lost all sense of herself. She could keep her heartbeat and breathing steady when she was in hand-to-hand combat with any monster or demon, but one stolen glance at Dean and she couldn't control it. She didn't know if it was just a crush that she hadn't been able to get over, or if she was actually in love with him. She knew she loved him in some sense, she loved Sam and Cas too, but her feelings for Dean ran much deeper than familial love. She was hesitant to put a label on it though, and she'd never tell him.

Dean pulled into a parking space right in front of the store, and he led the way in, [Y/N] following behind him. "You wanna go grab the toilet paper? I'll get the food", Dean asked and [Y/N] nodded, and the two went their separate ways. She wandered down the aisle where she knew she'd find the toilet paper, but stopped when something caught her eye. Condoms. She couldn't remember the last time she'd needed them, she wasn't into casual sex with strangers like she knew Dean was, or even Sam was on occasion. Living in a bunker and spending most of her time either inside it, or across the country on a case with the boys, didn't really give her much time to build a relationship with anyone other than the boys. She often visited the local bar with Sam and Dean, and she never really liked the lonely trip back to the bunker on the occasion that they both found someone else to go home with. She had been feeling more and more in the mood for it recently though. Her fingers and her imagination, mostly occupied by thoughts of Dean, just weren't cutting it anymore. She wanted to find a man, but she'd been holding herself back, always finding excuses. She figured that maybe if she bought a pack of condoms and kept one in her purse, she'd be giving herself one less excuse to leave their bar alone.

She quickly grabbed a packet and made her way to the toilet paper, grabbing a few other toiletries on the way to hide the condoms. The last thing she wanted was for Dean to see them, raise his eyebrow at her, and make some smart comment on them. She knew she'd probably burn her cheeks with the embarrassment if that happened. She made her way to the checkout and paid for her stuff before heading outside to wait for Dean. She shoved the condoms into her jacket pocket while she held the rest of her things in a bag, waiting by the car for him to come out. In hindsight, she should've taken the keys from Dean so she could sit in the car, she knew he'd take longer if he was the one shopping for food. The air was warm, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the light breeze in her hair.

"Hey Sweetheart", Dean's voice caught her attention, and she opened her eyes to see him walking towards her, his hands full with bags. She could see a familiar box of pie peaking out of the top of one, and she almost felt disappointed. She wondered if she'd had to make one for him, if it would give him a reason to like her more.

"Hey", she smiled, pushing off the car. "They had pie?"

"Yup", Dean chuckled. "Dude scrambled to go get it when he saw me, I didn't even have to say anything".

"I'm telling you, he's terrified", she laughed and Dean shrugged sheepishly at her.

"Hey, could you grab the keys? They're in my pocket", Dean turned to his side and nodded down at his pocket. She nodded and reached into his jacket pocket with her free hand, but Dean cleared his throat when she found his pocket was empty. Looking up at him in confusion, she noticed a light blush across his nose. "Uh, sorry, I meant my jeans".

"Oh", she said, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. "Right". She took her hand out of his jacket pocket and reached into his jeans pocket, quickly pulling out the keys and unlocking the car. They set their bags down before she silently handed Dean the keys and they got into the car. As soon as the engine was turned on, Dean turned on the music, neither of them making eye contact. She didn't know why it was so awkward, they'd been a lot closer to each other than having a hand in the other's pocket. She'd cleaned and stitched up wounds on his chest, stomach, and back. He'd cleaned and stitched up wounds on her shoulders, thighs, and sides, and it was never awkward.

About halfway back to the bunker, [Y/N] finally stole a glance over at Dean. The sun was starting to set, filling the Impala with a warm orange glow, and it hit Dean's face perfectly. They were coming up to a turn in the road when Dean looked in her direction, meaning to look out her window but catching her staring at him instead. When their eyes met, she jumped slightly and turned to look out the front of the car instead, but she looked back when she heard Dean chuckle. "What?" She asked, and he smirked before nodding down at the space between them, then looking back out onto the road. She looked down and immediately her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Her box of condoms had slipped out of her pocket and were now sitting beside her, fully visible to Dean.

"You seeing someone?" He asked as she quickly stuffed them back into her pocket.

"No", she shook her head, looking out the passenger window, not wanting to catch his eye.

"You planning to?" He asked, glancing over at her. She thought he sounded worried. She looked back at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Maybe? Why does it matter to you?"

He shrugged as he looked back out the window. "Just think that if you're planning on going home with some guy, then Sam or I should know where you are. You know, for safety".

She scoffed and shook her head. "You don't tell me where you go when you find someone to hook up with. You think I can't look out for myself?"

"No, I do", he said, clearing his throat. "I just didn't know you were into that kind of thing".

"I'm not", she said quietly. Talking about one night stands, or sex in general, while alone with Dean was something she'd managed to avoid so far. She couldn't help but notice that he kept glancing at her as he drove. He quickly looked at her pocket, then back to the road, then to her eyes, then back to the road, then to her chest, then back to the road, then to her lips, then back to the road. It was making her feel a little self conscious, but it was also making her feel warm inside. After a few moments of silence, Dean cleared his throat again.

"So uh, if you're not into it, what's with the condoms?"

"Why are you suddenly so interested in my purchases?" Her cheeks warmed again as she saw his neck turn pink. Why did he look nervous? This was Dean, he didn't get nervous that easily.

"I'm not", he said, and she turned away from him again.

She sighed, contemplating whether it would be more or less awkward to continue the conversation. She didn't want things to be awkward between them later, so she figured it would be best just to get it out of the way now. "It's just... been awhile for me. I'm not into one night stands, but I also have needs, and desires, you know?" She asked, and Dean swallowed, nodding, but kept his eyes on the road. "So I figured, next time I'm at the bar, I'll give myself as few excuses for rejecting a guy as possible".

"Oh", he nodded. He stole another glance before muttering a "fuck this" and pulled over onto the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" She asked in confusion, and Dean turned to fully face her. She noticed that his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his chest showed he was breathing heavily.

"I can't concentrate on driving, I can't concentrate while thinking about you being prepared to go home with some guy, while thinking about you having needs and desires. Fuck [Y/N], do you even realise how hot you are?"

Now she was swallowing nervously. No man had ever looked at her quite like how Dean was looking at her, nothing but desire on his face as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, like he was finding it difficult to restrain himself. She blinked at him, completely speechless, waiting to wake up in her bed. Never in a million years would she ever have thought Dean would look at her like that, that he'd want her like that. Yet, here he was, waiting for her to say something, to give him permission. She glanced down at his lips as he licked them, and she couldn't help herself, she shuffled closer to him, sliding along the front bench. He lifted his arm up and onto the back bench behind her, and took his other hand off the steering wheel and grabbed her thigh, pulling a gasp from her as he angled her to face him. He left his hand on her thigh as he stared down at her, so close she could feel his breath on her face.

They glanced at each other's lips as they leaned in towards one another, finally closing their eyes as their lips touched. Dean almost immediately pushed his tongue into her mouth as he gripped her thigh tighter, and she moaned as his other hand slipped off the bench and into her hair. She slid her hands up his chest, leaving one there feeling his heart beating quickly as her other hand continued up to his face, feeling his stubble under her finger tips. Neither of them cared that they were on the side of the road as Dean's hand left her thigh and slid up under her shirt, his thumb just below her bra and his fingers gripping her side. She giggled as she pulled away from him, looking up and smiling. "That tickles".

He smiled at her as he leaned down for another kiss, pushing her down onto the bench and leaning his elbows either side of her. He pressed himself on top of her and she moaned as he ground against her. He left her lips and kissed along her jaw down to her neck before pushing his hand inside her jacket, pulling it off and letting it fall to floor of the car. He pushed his hand back up her top, feeling her body. "Dean", she whispered. He pecked at her neck once more before pushing himself up to look at her properly.

"Yeah Sweetheart?" He had that smirk on his face, the one she was all too familiar with, the one that made her imagine all sorts of scenarios with him.

"You're wearing too many clothes".

He chuckled before looking up over her head, out the passenger window. Luckily it was a quiet road, there didn't seem to be many people about. "Wanna get in the back? There's more space". He watched her blush as he spoke. "I mean, if you wanna keep going that is".

"Well", she bit her lip as she reached up cup his cheek. "I am prepared and everything".

He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her up, reaching over her to open her door. She laughed at how excited he seemed, his smile making him look like he didn't have a care in the world, like this moment between them was the only thing in existence. He grabbed the condoms out of her discarded jacket, and they quickly got out of the car. Dean used the time to shed his own jacket before they slid into the back seat. Dean immediately grabbed [Y/N] and pulled her onto his lap, making her stradle him. He moaned as she leaned into him, feeling a hardness beneath his jeans. She began kissing at his jawline and neck as his hands found their way back up her top, his thumbs pushing up just under the cups of her bra, his fingers spread around her sides. Dean had large hands, and they made her feel small in his grasp.

"Fuck, that feels good", he groaned as she kissed just below his ear, his skin hot on her lips. "Can I take this off?" He asked, sliding his hands back down and tugging at the hem of her top. She leaned back slightly and nodded, and he grinned as he pulled it up and over her head, tossing it over the bench into the front of the car. "And this?" He asked, his hand running along the shoulder strap of her bra. She nodded again, this time a bit shyly, as he reached around to undo the clasp. Her bra fell away from her chest and he helped her slide the the staps down her arms. "Better than I imagined", he chuckled as he grabbed a breast in each hand, his thumbs flicking over both nipples.

"Imagined?" She asked, her fingers now toying with the hem of his t-shirt.

"Every day", he mumbled, completely distracted by the sight in front of him. "So many quick glances, not enough time to properly look", he said as his hand ran down her side, making her shiver, "and feel", he added.

She started to pull his shirt up and he complained when he had to take his hands off her to get it off, but as soon as it was on the floor, his lips were on hers in an instant. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he breathed heavily through his nose as she trailed her fingers over his stomach and up across his chest to his shoulders. She was taking her time with really feeling just how solid he was, how much muscle had had, how strong he felt under her. Her hands finally found their way back down to his belt, and she quickly unbuckled it. Getting the idea, Dean turned to his side and lay her down on the seat, leaning back to kick off his shoes and push his jeans off. She stared at him and the bulge in his boxers, the little wet patch from his arousal making itself apparent.

She reached down to unbutton her own jeans when his hands landed on hers. "Let me", his tone sounded almost like a plea as he waited for her to say yes, but she was lost in his appearance. Dean Winchester, stripped down to his boxers, a lights sweat on his body, his cheeks flushed, his lips slightly swollen, all because of her. Dean Winchester was looking at her like he'd never seen anything he wanted more. "Hey", he said, leaning over to cup her cheek. "Are you okay? Is this... this is still okay, right?" He asked, and she blinked, swallowing back her amazement and nodding.

"Yes", she said. "God yes, this is okay. I just got lost there for a second... do you even realise how sexy you are? Fuck Dean, look at you". He blushed and looked away from her, concentrating on her jeans again. Once they were undone, he pulled them down her legs, pulling her shoes off as he did so. Once she was left in just her panties, he leaned down to kiss her thighs, but looked up to her to catch her eyes as he did. He started to kiss higher up her legs, skipping over her underwear and kissing just below her belly button. She ran her fingers through his hair as she looked down at him, nervous but excited to watch him explore her body with his mouth.

He pecked her once more before hooking his finger into her panties and pulling them to the side, completely exposing her to him. He groaned as he leaned down, closing his eyes and licking up through her wetness. When he started to circle his tongue around her clit, she immediately clamped her thighs around his head, and gripped his hair tighter in her hand, surprised by how intense the pleasure was. "Fuck... sorry", she breathed out, relaxing her hold on him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Do whatever you need, I'm into it", he kissed the inside of her thigh before focusing his attention back on her clit, now watching her reaction as he stroked a finger over her entrance. When she bucked her hips towards him, her inserted his finger, smiling to himself as she moaned. He continued to lick and such as he pushed another finger in, pumping in and out.

"Dean, stop, I'm close and I want us to cum together", she said through gritted teeth. He pulled away from her and raised his eyebrows.

"You sure? I can give you more than one".

"No", she shook her head, trying to calm herself. "The first one, I want it to be together".

He smiled at her as he nodded. She was completely lost in the moment, nothing else mattered other than the fact that Dean Winchester wanted to have sex with her in the back of his car, and it was about to happen. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed his boxers down, his cock fully erect, a bead of precum sitting on top. She licked her lips, she hoped they'd find themselves in a similar situation in the future where she could focus all of her attention on that, but right now she wanted him inside her. Dean grabbed the little box of condoms and pulled one out, splitting the wrapper open and pulling the rubber out. She fumbled with getting her panties off as she watched him expertly roll it onto himself.

"You ready?" He asked as he crawled on top of her, and she smiled up at him.

"Yes, I want to feel you", she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed in, holding his breath until he was as far as he could get. He let out a slightly shaky breath as he maneuvered slightly, caging her in between his arms.

"You feel so good", he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips. He drew out of her slowly, just leaving the head inside, before thrusting back in. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tight as he set a steady pace. He kissed her lips, cheeks, jaw, and neck as he continued, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Their breathing got heavier the closer they got, and the kisses got sloppy as they both moaned and groaned and gasped at every spike in pleasure.

When Dean felt her tighten around him, it pushed him over the edge, and just like she wanted, they came together. After a moment of catching their breaths, Dean kissed [Y/N]'s lips and pulled out. He discarded the condom and then grabbed [Y/N]'s waist, spinning them so he was lying down on his back with her on top of him. She snuggled into his chest and wrapped her arms around him, and he kissed her hairline and started to stroke up and down her back. "I never thought that would happen", she said quietly, and Dean sighed in content.

"I'm glad it did", he said. "And I hope it will happen again?"

She lifted her head to look at him, and leaned in for a quick kiss. "It's definitely happening again". They both grinned at each other before they went back to cuddling. They knew there would be no more stolen glances, they could just take as many as they liked.

The end

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