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maidragoste · 5 months

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Promises

THG AU

Victor!Aegon II Targaryen x Victor!Reader

Summary: President Snow announces that in the next Quarter Quell, the tributes will be reaped from among the victors.

Logically I should have posted the Jace games first but it's been a while since I posted anything about Aegon and I was excited haha

Edit: The first chapter of the Jace games is now available.

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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You were in the house of Viserys Targaryen like the rest of the victors from your district. Of course, you had to drag Aegon's drunk ass out of his house and bring him here first. Everyone was waiting for the broadcast about the seventy-five Hunger Games. All the Hunger Games were bloody but this year was the third quarter quell and in each quarter quell they modified the rules with the purpose of making the games even more brutal and more difficult to win. In the last quarter quell instead of sending two tributes per district they sent four so you couldn't even imagine what they planned to do now.

You locked eyes with Rhaenyra as you heard her father laugh at his own joke. She, like you, seemed to be anxious about the announcement because she kept spinning her rings.

“That's enough,” you said when you heard Alicent, Aegon's mother and Viserys' wife, sigh for the fifth time when she saw that her son wouldn't stop drinking. You tried to take the bottle from him but he slapped you and looked at you annoyed. Rhaenyra was ready to intervene but you waved her hand at her telling her you could handle it. “At least you can share a little,” you complained.

Aegon looked at you suspiciously. It wouldn't be the first time that you asked him to share his alcohol with you and then didn't return the bottle or in any case threw away all its contents. He groaned as he watched you pout before handing you the bottle. You smiled at him making a small smile appear on his face. Even so, he watched you carefully as you drank his whiskey, when he thought it was enough he abruptly took the bottle from you, causing the liquid to drip onto your chin. He laughed at your annoyed look as you wiped yourself with your hand. Rhaenyra shook her head at their foolishness.

President Snow finally appeared on the screen. Aegon's laughter stopped as did the conversation between Daemon, Viserys, and Harrold. At first, there was nothing out of the ordinary, as every year he talked about the uprising against the Capitol and how significant the games were until…

"On the 75th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol"You didn't know why but you couldn't help but get tense, you felt your stomach drop, you tried to calm by telling yourself that surely it was just the drink you had that was bad for you and you leaned back from the couch, listening even more attentively to the speech. "the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

You heard Alicent's screams. You watched as Rhaenyra got up from the couch and left the house. You flinched at the sound of breaking glass. The president's voice was no longer heard and the smell of whiskey filled the place. Aegon was no longer next to you, he found himself banging his head against the wall as he screamed. You felt like your heart was going a mile a second. You had a lump in your throat and your chest hurt and all you wanted to do was join in the screaming and smash things but that wouldn't help. Aegon needed you, Aemond and Daeron were busy trying to calm their mother down while Viserys carried a frightened Helaena to her room and Harrold along with Willis was trying to stop Daemon from destroying the kitchen as he had done with the vases in the living room.

You stood up and didn't bother to dodge the glass as you walked towards the youngest male victor in your district. You tugged at the back of his shirt, managing to move him away from the wall for a brief moment.

“Aegon! Stop” you shouted in a broken voice as you saw her hit herself again.

Hearing your voice like that Aegon turned to see you. There was now a bloody gash on his forehead and his eyes were manic. For a brief moment you thought he would attack you but all he did was pull your body towards his and entice you into a tight hug.

“We can't go back. I can’t go back” You felt his body shake as he sobbed and your heart broke for him. You knew Aegon's head couldn't handle surviving another arena, he spends all his time drinking to stay groggy and avoid thinking about all the people he killed. Even most of the time he only managed to fall asleep after having been drinking non-stop. "I can not do it"

“You won't,” you promised, caressing his cheeks, your head already hatching a plan. District One has five living male victors: Viserys, Daemon, Aegon, Willis Fell, and Harrold Westerling. There were chances that Aegon's name wouldn't come up in the reaping but if it did then Daemon could offer himself as a tribute. He would do it if you volunteered in Rhaenyra's place and if you promised to help him keep his girlfriend from District Four alive.

“I can't lose you,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. Maybe he was lucky and his name didn't come up in the reaping but you had less chance. You and Rhaenyra were the only living victors in the district. If your name came up he knew his sister wouldn't show up as a tribute. She may not depend on being drunk to keep her calm but he had witnessed how she would sometimes wake up screaming and the dark circles under her eyes were evidence that she could sometimes go days without sleep.

And those words ended up destroying you. You started crying with him. You wanted to be strong but you couldn't. You didn't want to go back to the arena either, you were supposed to be free after winning the games, and you didn't want to kill again, much less people you know. You may not be friends with every victor but during these years as a mentor, you had at least spoken once with each one.

Your stomach twisted as you thought that maybe it was one of your friends who would finish you off. Would they be merciful and give you a not-so-painful death? You didn't believe it because you knew that the people in the Capitol liked the show, they got bored with a simple death, and they wanted to see blood. So if Arryk, Tyland Johanna, and Sabitha wanted to live they would have to put on a show to gain sponsors.

Perhaps the easiest thing would be to commit suicide in the games, you would bring dishonor to your district—you wouldn't be the first, people still didn't see Viserys as a true victor after having betrayed his cousin by killing her while she slept—but at least you wouldn't have to kill anyone. The president couldn't punish you, he had already taken away your loved ones after you refused to prostitute yourself and killed the one who was supposed to be your biggest sponsor, he had only wanted you to come out alive so he could obtain your body.

You could die by eating some poisonous bug, plant, or fruit like Jacaerys Strong and her district mate had tried to do at the last minute. Supposedly they had done it because they were in love and didn't dare to be in a world without each other but you were sure it was an act. You could come to believe that the girl is in love but the boy does not seem natural with every display of affection in public.

“It's not fair,” you whispered in disbelief when you realized that they were all being punished because of the last victors. They had done their act of rebellion by threatening to eat poisonous berries so that there would be no winner of the games after announcing that the rule that there could be two winners if they were part of the same district was revoked. “It's not fair,” you moved your hands away from Aegon's face for fear that in your state of fury, you might end up scratching him. “I want them dead.”

You were too deep in your head to notice Aegon looking at you in dismay. Tears didn't stop flowing from your eyes but there was no longer fear in them but fury and determination. You have the same look you had during your Hunger Games.

You may die in these hunger games but at least before you leave you would make sure to make the so-called lovers of District Twelve pay for ruining what little peace you and Aegon had. You would make them wish they had died in their games.

These days it seemed like all you felt was anger. Angry at President Snow, at the Capitol, at Jacaerys Strong, and the girl from Twelve. But right now the one you were angry at was Aegon. The day after the announcement about vassalage was made, all the victors agreed that they would train together and get in shape for these games. The only one who had continued training all these years was Daemon, so the rest had a lot to catch up on, especially Viserys and Harrold—because of their age—and Aegon—because of his alcoholism—so when it was about to be a week and the idiot still didn't leave his house, you got angry.

You entered his house with the key he gave you a year ago. You found him sleeping on the couch with several bottles, some empty and others still unopened, on his table. You bit the inside of your cheek to avoid waking him up by screaming. The best thing would be to take advantage of the fact that he was asleep to get rid of any alcohol that was in the house. You started by inspecting the entire house and ended up throwing the contents of two flasks that were in his bathroom, five bottles of whiskey that you found in his room, and five bottles of vodka in his kitchen, down the drain.

When Aegon woke up he found you putting the bottles that were on his table into a garbage bag. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and once his vision fully focused he slowly stood up. He walked towards you and he hugged you from behind. Feeling your body he tensed he left a kiss on the back of your neck hoping you would relax but instead, he earned a slap on his hands that were on your waist. The blonde grumbled and walked away from you, finally realizing your bad mood.

“Go take a bath” you ordered without looking at him and continuing with your cleaning task.

Aegon listened to you, of course, he left before grumbling, revealing his displeasure at your cold tone towards him, hoping that once he was clean you would let him hug you and kiss you. At the thought of having your sweet lips, he soon took a quick shower and didn't even bother to dry his hair well before coming down to meet you in the kitchen. I smile at you when I see that you have made him eggs and toasted him bread. Before eating he wanted to look for a bottle of vodka to accompany the meal but he found his shelf empty.

“No more alcohol,” you declared, making the blonde turn to look at you with a frown. “Don't even try, I got rid of everything” you said when you saw him opening another shelf.

“You have no right!” He reproached you, pointing his finger as he walked towards you. You didn't flinch at his angry look nor did you try to escape when he placed both of his hands on the table, leaving you caged between his body and the table.

“You told me you couldn't lose me” The man looked at you confused without understanding what this had to do with you taking away his alcohol “So I'm training and I'm trying hard for these games for you” You felt heat on your face because of what you were about to say, you weren't used to being so open with your feelings. “I want you to do the same for me. I want you to train with me and the rest of the victors. I want you to promise me that you will give everything you have to win these games because I can't lose you either, I couldn't bear to live without you” Your voice broke at the end and you closed your eyes.

You needed Aegon to promise you so you could be a little calmer, you had already spoken with Daemon and he accepted your deal but you were still afraid that he would betray you at the last minute, you needed to know that Aegon would not give up if he went to the arena.

Feeling his chest warm at your words Aegon grabbed you by the waist to bring you even closer to him and captured his lips with yours. It didn't take long for you to move your lips in tandem with him. While he got drunk with the sweetness of your lips and melted before your touch, he couldn't help but think that this was the way he wanted to spend his last days, by your side. He also wanted to hit his past self for not taking advantage of every moment he had with you. If only he had made the effort to be a decent man and become someone worthy of you he would have told you a long time ago that he loves you. But he didn't and he didn't want to tie you down to spending the rest of your life with a useless drunk so he kept his feelings to himself and settled for those shared nights.

A growl left his lips as you broke the kiss. He tried to kiss you again but you moved your face making him pout.

"Please, Aegon. I need you to train. I need you to try and fight for us."

He hated that look in your eyes. He could see the fear and sadness in them. And knowing that he was one of the reasons you were unhappy made him feel a pit in his stomach. He didn't like the idea of having to fight Daemon and obey his orders, but he would do it for you.

"I will do it, I promise"

Maybe later when he is crying and with sore muscles he would regret it but seeing how your eyes lit up and the bright smile you gave him he didn't believe that would happen.

"I love you" he finally confessed his feelings and smiled when he saw the surprise in your eyes "I love you. I love you. I love you" he repeated while he spread kisses all over your face.

A mixture of laughter and sobs escaped your lips. You were happy to know that he also felt the same as you, you had long wanted to hear those words, but your heart ached knowing that you would not be able to spend the rest of your life at Aegon's side. It was a bittersweet feeling.

"I love you too," you declared through tears.

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torialefay · 3 months

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Hi! Can I request prompt 23 with Felix please? Thank you<3

home will always be here too 🏠📍

felix x reader (f); emotional SMUT

• it had been an especially hard day for felix.

• he wouldn't admit it, he never did. but you could tell nonetheless.

• today was his mom's birthday, but the best he could do is settle for a short facetime call. he had a full day of schedules stacked up that he couldn't just abandon.

• of course he sent the usual- some flowers, a card, and a new item from her favorite brand.

• he got a little reassurance knowing that he could at least give her that.

• but nothing could replace the feeling of actually BEING there.

• nothing could replace being home.

• "i just feel like such a bad son," felix finally confided in you as you both lay next to each other on the bed.

• it took him all day, but there he finally admitted it was bothering him.

• "you're not a bad son, baby," you reassured him, turning over to face him. "you did what you could... you know she understands you can't always be there in person. that's just part of life now that we're growing up."

• "i know... it's just not fair to anyone," he stared up at the ceiling.

• you scooted your body closer until you were laid on top of his bare chest. the skin-on-skin contact always made you feel so safe, and so much warmer- like you were closer to him in some way. you knew he felt the same.

• it was the unspoken comfort that you gave to each other- lying in the bed in solitude, both unclothed. it presented the barest, rawest parts of yourselves to each other, and at the end of the day, that's all you really needed.

• "you're right, it's not fair," you whispered up to him. "but that doesn't mean that there isn't a lot to look forward to. think of how good it's going to feel when you finally get to see everyone and celebrate together," you tried your best to give some encouragement.

• felix didn't utter a word back, he just kept looking upward, fixated on the ceiling fan.

• "baby, it is okay. i promise."

• you nudged yourself upward now even closer, until your face was resting in the crook of his neck. with this new point, you could tell what was really going on.

• felix wasn't just zoning off or trying to block things out... he was crying. silent, tiny tears. you felt one as it rolled off of his cheek and hit your own.

• "oh baby, it's okay! no, don't cry, don't cry," you moved your hand up to cup the opposite side of his face and wipe away a few stray tears.

• he couldn't help but break out into a full sob at your actions.

• you waited patiently and rubbed your hand into his hair as he turned his whole body towards you and continued his cries.

• you knew felix. there was nothing you could do until he had cried out what he needed to.

• you tangled your bare legs around his, trying to cocoon him. you wanted him to feel safe.

• "sh sh sh, it's okay, it's okay," you whispered, rubbing your hand up and down the back of his neck and onto his back and arms.

• you gave him a quick peck on the forehead.

• "what are you feeling baby? talk to me," you said.

• he took a few moments to calm himself, tears starting to slow.

• "i just really miss home," he took a big gulp of air, trying to pacify himself. he sniffled, trying to keep another tear from spilling out.

• "i know you do," you whispered, looking up at him. "but just know that home will still be there anytime you can go back. it isn't going to go anywhere." you pulled his face into your neck.

• "and think about all the people you have here as well. so many people that love you and care about you. who just want you to be happy..." you kissed his shoulder.

• "and well... i love you more than words. i'll be right here with you. no matter where you are in the world, your home will always be here too."

• you could feel felix smile into your neck. the tears had stopped- you would have felt them if they hadn't.

• no more sniffles either.

• neither of you needed to say anything. you both just enjoyed the others' company and listened to each other breath.

• "i love you so much, you know that?" felix finally spoke out, voice dark and raspy after his crying spell.

• you let out a giggle. "yes, i know. and you know i love you too," you smiled into his hair.

• suddenly, he moved his body back up until his head was now resting above yours, pulling your face straight into his chest.

• "i think i could get used to this," he breathed out, running a few fingers now along the side of your arm.

• "what exactly is 'this'?" you laughed.

• "well, you said my home will always be here too... with you."

• felix's words were so simple, but they always took your breath away. you smiled like a fool, not being able to say anything more. you just squeeze his body tighter.

• he let out a chuckle. "i really mean that, you know," he moved his body down a bit until his face was directly in front of yours, locking your eyes into his.

• he pushed a few stray bits of hair behind your ear and held the side of your face. "you're right. you're my home too."

• he leaned in to plant a firm, but loving kiss to your lips.

• you felt your heart swell as you began to melt into it, clutching onto him as you let yourself throw in fully.

• as he began to swirl his tongue around your own, you let out a small moan. you couldn't help it. his touch was just so pure, so firm.

• he must have liked it, as he mirrored back with a smirk, and a firm grabbing of your ass, harshly pushing you further to him.

• with this new tight contact, you could feel his bare bulge pressed taut with the front of your pussy. he was so hard already.

• feeling how ready he was already took you aback and you lost your breath for a few seconds. felix picked up on this and smiled, taking the opportunity to rut his hips up and down to give you some pressure. and god it felt delicious.

• he continued to kiss you deeply, as if his life depended on it. it was so whole-heartedly consuming, you wished you would just fall into him.

• before long, felix's hips picked up the pace and you rubbed yourself against him as hard as you could. he let out a small moan in response, making quick work to move his mouth down to your neck.

• he began to kiss and lick down until he reached your collarbone, where he started to gently suck.

• the whole time, you couldn't stop bucking your hips up into him, and it was driving him absolutely insane.

• he moved his free hand down the side of your body, making sure to hold on to each curve as he went. he rested over each nipple, giving them a light circle as he went, teasingly.

• you let out a gasp of air as he did, making him pull his mouth off of you momentarily.

• "feels good baby?"

• "mmm, feels so good lixie," you cooed back. you assumed he liked that answer as he automatically went back to your neck and started to leave a new love bite, rubbing slightly quicker circles around your nipple.

• after a minute of trying to endure his torture, you couldn't help but writhe underneath him. you needed more of his touch.

• you reached for his hand and brought it down to your pussy where you had been aggressively rubbing onto him since he had started.

• he got the hint and instantly began to go for what you liked- small, light up and down motions along your clit.

• he thought he knew how wet you were from rutting against him this whole time, but he swore he'd never felt you like this before.

• as he placed his finger pads along your clit and slowly began to rub, you felt yourself tense up, almost pulling back. felix got a kick out of watching you.

• "relax sweetheart, let me take care of you for a second." he continued to rub lightly in silence, allowing you to soak in the smallest of his movements.

• "ahh just like that," you whispered out as he worked your clit up to it's most sensitive level. his pace felt amazing, just the right amount to get you where you needed to be.

• you felt your breathing quicken as the pleasure was slowly setting in. you could almost taste it.

• "mm let me add a little bit to it now," he said quietly, lowering his body just a bit so that he could angle himself correctly and slowly insert himself beside you.

• you felt your eyes roll back at the new filling sensation mixed with the light pressure he was still giving your clit.

• "you feel too fucking good baby," he groaned out, giving you slow but quickening strokes.

• he began to let out a low growl with each stroke. he was meticulously placing each one.

• you felt your toes start to tingle from the feeling of felix on your clit, growing more and more sensitive with each thrust adding more pressure.

• you used your arms to cling on to him as tightly as you could, throwing your hips into the same motion as him.

• he took that as his cue to push his head into yours and join your lips together like before. this was his favorite thing to do- to kiss you while you gave in to him.

• his mouth moved aggressively across yours, making sure to take in every inch of your lips. he bit and licked and tugged even harder as he picked up the pace, both in his thrusts and how quickly he was going on your clit.

• that's when it hit you. you weren't going to be able to last much longer

• "lixie, lixie!" you moaned, pulling your lips out of his clutch. "i'm gonna cum baby, i'm gonna cum."

• be looked at you full of love and lust in his eyes, half hooded. "go ahead sweetheart. focus on cumming for me. it's only me and you. only me and you," he whispered, making sure to press on you with everything he had. he didn't dare change how good he was making you feel.

• he felt his tip start to get extremely sensitive as well, as he let out a thick moan and threw his head back.

• "fuck baby, i fucking love you," he growled, bouncing you off of him hard. "you're so perfect. you're all i need, i swear. all i'll ever need."

• with just the right hit, it sent you into overdrive. it felt like a jolt, tingles starting at the bottom of your foot, running all the way up your leg, and the sensitivity now exploding out of your core through the rest of your body.

• you could do nothing but gasp and arch your back, brain going fuzzy while trying to focus on felix in front of you.

• "ahh fuck," he yelled, feeling you convulse around him. "i'm gonna cum, ah fuck.. fuck..." he panted hastily.

• as if he couldn't get there soon enough, he latched himself back onto your lips one final time, needing to feel them on him while he reached his climax. one hard pound after another and he was finally going over the edge, feeling the vibrations of your moans finishing him. he mimicked he moans right back as you felt his whole body twitch inside of you.

• he couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything, just kept his lips attached to yours as you had both finished riding out your highs.

• as he finished, he slowed his thrusts until they were at a dead stop. that didn't stop him from keeping his tongue off of yours though.

• after a good minute or two of stillness, just reveling in the deep, slow kisses, he pulled off for a moment.

• "i was serious about what i said, y/n. you're all i'll ever need. you're my home now."

• "you've always been my home," you smiled.

• with that, he let himself go right back to his comfort spot. with his cock still resting inside of you, he connected his lips to yours, not even moving, just letting them rest where they felt right. where they felt at home.

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zenphiaaa · 7 months

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Fun (Taishiro Toyomitsu)

Shy!Fatgum x Gen!LoveSick!Reader

<> When you first confessed to the big man, he didn't believe you

<> How could someone as pretty and bright as you like him?

<> It took a few tries and many heartfelt conversations for him to even believe you

<> But your still not together for some reason

<> It's not that he doesn't like you back! He's just completely unsure about the whole thing

<> People never liked him or him you know? If someone ever approached him it was due to his hero status

<> Not that he never expected it, but it does something to your self-esteem after so many tries of finding love and to only be left with bitter disappointment

<> So he was cautious about handing his heart over to you

<> It was fine with you however! You knew the man had reservations about being in a romantic relationship much less accepting feeling of another person

<> So while he tried to accept the fact that your feelings were real, you decided that you were going to woo the heck out of the man

<> With a never wavering confidence you pulled out all the tricks and tips that those romance movies have shown you

<> You didn't watch the notebook for nothing you know

<> So you bring lunch, sometimes homemade sometimes it was from that stall down the street. Though Taishiro always looked the happiest when he ate something made from your hands

<> Bringing in protein shakes for him and his sidekicks after a hard day of extra training

<> The first time you brought him flowers he had nearly cried in gradutite

<> Even if he never returns your feelings, you knew the man deserved someone who would treat him good. So you decided to continue on your ways until Taishiro finds someone, even if it's not you

<> As time went on, your confidence slowly started to diminish, while the man didn't show signs of distaste towards your feelings or actions he never voiced his support either

<> You tried to steel yourself in your feelings but at the end of the day, you were only human with a bleeding heart

A quiet sigh escaped your lips as you watched the scene unfold in front of you. You knew that Taishiro was shy around others, especially those of the opposite sex. So how was he able to talk to her like that? Like it was normal? You tried to shove the ugly jealous monster down but it kept peeking its head out the longer the interaction lasted.

While the conversations the two of you had shared were full of childhood stories, and wishes for the future. He never once smiled like that for you. It was almost like the shine in his eyes were brighter and the smile on his eyes streached so wide you could see it in his eyes.

With a small huff you gently placed the bxed lunch down on the counter before turning the other direction and taking your leave. You knew it was petty to leave without saying goodbye but in the moment all you could foucs on was the hurt you felt.

You were almost sure that Taishiro did share your fellings 100% but then again, you weren't together. So who's to say that someone who would be a better fit would come around for the male? As you exited through the final doors of the building, a weight seemed to settle down on your chest. You were already feeling guilty about leaving without saying anything.

At the same time you won't cry in front of a guy again, your heart wouldn't be able to handle that. You did promise yourself that you would be happy for your friend if he did find someone that wasn't you. Unfortunately it seemed like he did, and all you could do was lick your wounds and makeup a stomache flu excuse for your behavior today.

You hoped your heart wouldn't break to much.

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final-script · 1 year

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The Best Kept Secret | Arthur Leclerc.

Pairing: Arthur Leclerc x Reader

Sumary: Where you are the best kept secret of the youngest of the Leclerc brothers.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

N/A: This is definitely not one of my best works but anyway here, I promise to improve for the future.

Gif: princemick

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Although Arthur was very close to his older brothers, he did not always tell them everything that happened in his life.

There was also her mom, who almost did not have to tell her anything since she used to realize that something was happening, even before they told her.

Don’t misunderstand Arthur loved them but there were things he wanted to keep for himself, at least until he knew if he was sure of what he was doing.

Meeting you, being with you and introducing yourself to their famliy was one of those cases.

They met 10 months ago, they are boyfriends 6 months ago and 4 ago he is seriously thinking about presenting you in front of his mother and brothers.

From the beginning both had understood each other perfectly, you knew who he was and what he was doing, but anyway you let everything go through his mouth.

Together they had created their own pace, they were not going too fast but not too slow either.

When Arthur decided which final plan he wanted to introduce you to, he took you to dinner to talk to you about it and see if you were ready too.

(...)

A- Amour. I get your attention. - what do you say about meeting my family this weekend?

Y/N- If it's what you want it's okay.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was not race weekend, the youngest of the Leclerc with his girlfriend would cook the dinner and by the way Y/N would introduce himself to his mother-in-law and his brothers-in-law.

The couple continued dinner thinking what they would do for the weekend.

(…)

Needless to say, as the days went by your nerves grew.

But luckily you had by your side a person who did everything possible to calm you down.

(…)

The weekend of the presentation had finally arrived.

Fortunately Lorenzo, Charles and Pascale had gone out in the morning, leaving Arthur "asleep" in the house, let's say he had pretended to be so he could go look for you without anyone seeing him.

Y/N- I think if you had told them that you would bring someone home, you wouldn't be about to die from lack of air.

It was 10 on a Saturday morning and a very hectic Arthur was at your door.

A- I had to leave as soon as possible if I wanted to have you with me before they arrived.

After the boy recovered some air, they took your things and left again to his house.

Y/N- I think I'm only now realizing what I'm about to do.

A- I think it could help you calm your nerves, if I was not the same as you, ie always support me in everything I do but…It's the first time I'm going to officially introduce someone to you and I don't know how you're going to react.

Y/N- I'm also a younger sister, so I can understand how you feel, they probably act protective because well, after all you're the little one in the house, auqnue they can also be somewhat pranksters.

(...)

Although I showed little, I was dying of nerves, I am very sure of myself but… Knowing that I am the first girl Arthur will introduce to his family… it made me feel a bit of pressure, for nothing in the world i want you to think that i am taking advantage of your son.

Already at home he gave me a little tour, and then again take me to the kitchen area where we would begin to prepare everything.

We didn’t want to burn the kitchen so we would do something simple, but delicious. 1 hour after we had finished with everything and fortunately we had not burned or broken anything.

As he was clearly more familiar with the house, he was the one who accommodated everything in the dining area.

We were relaxing for a while, when the sound of the door alerted us, there was no need to guess who was there.

A- I will receive them and then I will come for you. He kissed my lips and went to receive his family.

(…)

P- Arthur darling you've done?, what's that smell? Pascale entered along with her older children behind.

Arthur- i…want to introduce you to someone and that someone is here today, so i want to ask you to please don't embarrass me, especially the two of you. Pointing to his brothers.

CH-HEY!, to shame you are you alone.

L- And let’s say we’ll just ask her how you managed to catch her.

A- Just behave and go to the dining room in a second we reach them.

The two older ones went to sit down, thus remaining alone with their mother.

A-Maman? More than his brothers’ reaction he cared about his mother’s.

P- You can be a great driver, but you are not good at all hiding, I was already wondering when you would bring her home.

The soul returned to the body, the first part was ready, now you just needed to be seen.

Copying the act of his older sons Pascale went to sit down, while Arthur went looking for his girlfriend.

A- They will definitely love you. Said the boy just saw her.

Y/N- It's great, I think we should go, don't make them wait.

Y/N took her hand and then went to the dining room and finally faced her boyfriend's family.

(...)

Pascale was the first to approach us others by wrapping me in an affectionate embrace, as she separated…

P- I was already beginning to wonder when we were going to meet. You smiles maternally.

Y/N- and I to you. For some reason I felt shy to the eyes of everyone.

When my mother-in-law stands aside, my brothers-in-law stand.

CH- I would like to say that I have heard something about you, but I would be lying to you.

L- I share the words of my brother, I would wonder how it is that no one ever knew anything.

Y/N- Well… we have time, just let us serve lunch.

Lunch was served and I gladly answered the questions I was asked, I managed to completely leave my nerves aside, which made me enjoy the meeting much more.

At the end of the day, having decided to share a full day with my boyfriend's family, I could say that I was very well received in the family.

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ANOTHERS

Grateful, Excited and Expectant - Lando Norris x Reader

Royal Wedding - Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

#arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc fanfic #arthur leclerc x y/n #f2 #formula two #formula 2 #f2 x reader #f2 imagine #f2 fanfic #f1 imagine

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Part 8

A/N: 2 parts left from this story 🥲

Warnings: jealousy

Read the full story here

Another day at Uni after he just scored yet another La Liga goal. He was buzzing, but had to be on time for classes. He was sure the whole university will congratulate him again.

"Our boy Fermin is back!"

You looked up from your notes to see Fermin being congratulated by the whole class. People hugging him, patting him on the back. "Thanks man" he kept saying, trying to make his way to his place. You felt a déjà-vu from when he scored his first goal. It happened just the same, with him sitting near you, except that now he had a coffee cup, then him asking you to help him study, and all the things that happened which led to you two being together. "Morning. This is for you" he smiled, putting the coffee cup near your book. "Thanks, Fermin".

"Are you feeling better? After last night" Fermin asked. "Huh?" You asked confused. "Come on, you have to tell me what happened" he whined as you quietly ate your sandwich. You didn't like the attention you got from the entire university that Fermin was sitting with you at lunch time. "Nothing happened. It was an amazing night. Can we stop talking about that?" You snapped. "And they say communication is key" Fermin mumbled, placing his hand on your right knee, which didn't go unnoticed by his girl fans. "We aren't public, so stop acting like that" you said, pushing his hand away. "Okay I get it, your bad mood is still present" Fermin said. "And I'll get you to tell me why".

After classes, at which Fermin wasn't present because he had training, but promised he'll pick you up, you were waiting for him in front of the University building. "Have you seen her? He's definitely not in love with her" a group of girls passed by you.

"He should be with me. See? I have boobs and a big ass"

"Look at how she dresses. A nerd"

"I bet he wouldn't even have sex with her because she's so ugly"

You tried not to cry hearing those because they weren't true. Or were they? You weren't the most popular girl, yet Fermin was dating you. You weren't the one to wear designer clothes, but Fermin did. He never really told you his type of girl, but now that you thought about it, he would surely want a tall, skinny, boobs and ass girl, just like any football player.

"It's not true what they say" Adrian, the nerdy guy from your class, said. "Maybe it is" you shrugged. "I'm sure it's not. Not every boy wants boobs and ass. I prefer brain" he said, making a nerdy joke which actually made you smile. "Thanks Adrian. That's Fermin, I better go" you said, waving at your colleague.

Meanwhile, Fermin was watching the little interaction between you and Adrian. What did he say that made you smile? He always thought you would end up together because Adrian was basically your masculine version, the nerdy guy. Obviously he thought you weren't nerdy, you were just smart. "Hey again. How was training?" You asked, climbing in his car.

He tried to hide the fact that he was jealous, but it didn't really work when his reply sounded harsher than he intended to. He saw how your mood changed, just like that time with the presentation, and neither of you spoke about it.

"Thanks" you said, hurrying to your flat. "Y/N, we need to talk" Fermin said, following you. "I'm tired" you replied. "Me too. But I want to know what's wrong with you" he said. "Me? I'm not the one talking like an absolute dickhead to people" you snapped. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was jealous okay? Of you and Adrian. I saw that he made you smile when I couldn't" he explained. You were taken aback by his confession. He was jealous of other guys being around you? "Adrian is just a colleague, nothing more. And you really tried to cheer me up, don't you think I didn't notice" you said as you both sat on the couch. "So, will you tell me what's bothering you, pretty girl?" Fermin asked. "Yeah. It's actually two things" you said and Fermin nodded for you to continue.

"Yesterday, when we drive Gavi home, he kind of made some comments that made me uncomfortable. I didn't want to tell you because he's your best friend and I don't want you to change because of me" you finally express your feelings openly. "The ones with congratulating me? Celebrating in that way?" He said. "Yeah". "He was just teasing me because I haven't gotten laid in like a year and he's always making fun of me" Fermin chuckled. "Plus, we don't have to do it now. Time will come" he shrugged. "You, Fermin López, didn't shag anyone? Holy shit" you said and he laughed at your reaction. "I'm a good boy, Y/N" he said, battling his beautiful eyelashes at you. "But if they make you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. They can be a bit overwhelming, but that's just guys jokes" he said. "And the second thing?"

"It's related to Adrian in some way. He tried to cheer me up because we both heard those popular girls talking about me, how I don't suit you because I don't have a perfect body and I dress like a nerd. And then I thought that they maybe were right, because you could have anyone, yet—". "I want you and only you" Fermin interrupted. "Yeah, but don't you want like a girl with a nice body shape?" You asked. "I prefer brain over other things though" he said. "And you're beautiful. So beautiful I could kiss you right now" he whispered. "Even though I look like a zombie after 8 hours of courses?" You laughed. "Yeah. Even so. You're my zombie" he said, softly kissing your lips. You immediately responded to the kiss, his lips making you feel some kind of way that you never wanted to stop. "Y/N..." he groaned when you climbed into his lap, hands resting on his chest. "What?" You asked. "Nothing, just... I want to ask you out on a date" he said, blushing.

"A date?"

"Yeah"

"Never been on a date before" you admitted, embarrassed. "So it will be your first first-date? Awesome" Fermin said. "It's not. I don't even know how to act" you pouted. "Like yourself, because that's what I like" he said, kissing your pouty lips. "And where do we go?" You asked. "You'll see. Just dress casually" he said. "Dress casually" you snorted. "Like a hoodie or what?". "Yeah, like that. Comfy clothes" he shrugged. "So... is that a yes?" He asked. "Yes yes. When?". "When you're free" he shrugged. "And when you are free" you chuckled. "I can miss a class, it's no big deal" you shrugged and he gasped. "You missing a class? Bad, bad girl" he tutted, smirking. "Yeah whatever. Tell me when" you whined.

"Tomorrow at 5" he said.

"A.m.?"

"No, love. P.m."

"Okay, cuz I can miss classes, but my sleep is precious" you said, making him laugh. "Then tomorrow at 5 pm" he said, kissing your lips one more time before he left.

Hope you like it 🤍

#fermin lopez #football imagine #fermin lopez marin #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez fluff #fermin lopez imagine #fermin x reader #fermin lopez x reader

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thatfuckinjester · 3 months

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honestly i own this one to @gottagho-st because without this i would have written some trashy hurt/comfort

this is kinda of a continue to what i wrote yesterday. anyways. the first time aurora heard anything about it she heard the girls talking about how phantom is going to be sent back and it pretty much broke her heart.

cumulus was talking to cirrus about how sad it almost feels, about how she will almost miss the new quint.

and aurora was running.

phantom was already in his bunk, his eyes already closed, but just her hand on his shoulder got him to open his eyes, looking at her startled.

"rorry?" he whispered, his voice so soft and no matter how much she blinked them away the tears still fell. he hugged her then, and she hugged him back. so tight, holding onto him like he's the only thing that ever existed.

"they said that you're going to be sent back." she said after she calmed down, both of them now laying face to face in phantom's bunk, she plays with his hair as he kept his hands hugging her, their tails tangled together.

phantom just nodded, his eyes looking vacant and far away, like they're hidden by some kind of a fog.

"i'll miss you," he said, and breathed out a sigh, the rest of the sentence withering away on his tongue (just like they both knew he would do soon too).

"i'll miss you too." she said back, closing her eyes, "promise me that you'll say goodbye before, okay? please phantom."

"i promise" he whispered in to the space between them.

and then, after the tour ended after not seeing or hearing anything from phantom for a week, if not more, she knew deep down that he broke his promise.

no one talked about it, no one even mentioned phantom, except for the older quints that appetantly were looking for him too. she wondered if they knew that phantom's going to be sent back (but then she reminded herself that it's more than most likely that he was already sent back). maybe she should tell them? but there's no one but phantom who she wanted to talk about it to, and he's already gone.

every night and every morning she would knock on phantom's door, asking if he's there, she never got an answer.

not until she heard aether calling to omega, his voice urgent and terrified, that one morning. it was so cold out that even with her hoodie and pj pants she had her blanket around her as she stepped outside, and then she saw phantom again.

something was so incredibly wrong but no one was saying anything, and it wouldn't really matter to anyone, especially not phantom, but he was wearing a fucking tee when it was this fucking cold outside she just wrapped her blanket around him, hoping that maybe it would snap him out of his trance, maybe it'll clear the fog from his eyes. it did absolutely nothing and she could feel the tears falling down her face, drawing invisible maps on her pink skin.

she don't know what the fuck went down, the older quints and papa were the only ones allowed to stay with phantom.

but now she knows that they're angry, they wouldn't talk with anyone, and papa just looked at them all with disappointed eyes.

she doesn't think anyone even noticed her being gone, and if they did she don't care. she quietly opened phantom's door, the way everything was so clean, even phantom's own scent, felt like a punch to the gut.

she slowly shook him with a whisper of his name.

he just looked at her before making place for her, and she held him so fucking tight she herself felt like she can't breathe.

"you promised to say goodbye." aurora accused him. "i'm still here." phantom offered her a barely there smile.

when she started to cry his own tears fell as well.

she hugged him tighter.

#yk the song “the frost” by mitski?#when she says “you're my best friend now i've got no one to tell how i lost my best friend”#or when in the fault in our stars #when she says “the only person i really wanted to talk to about augustus water's death with was augustus waters”#that's aurora when she thought phantom was sent back without saying goodbye #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #aurora #aurora ghoulette #aurora ghost #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit #my so called “fluff”

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doe-eyed-fool · 1 month

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Prey | Chapter Three

Alastor x Fem!Reader

"Mimzy! How's my favorite flapper girl?" Alastor greets the shorter woman as he strolls into the lounge. Mimzy was at the bar, in the middle of a drink when she saw Alastor. A bright smile found it's way to her face. "Alastor! What brings you by?" She asks before turning her attention to the bartender. "Hey, a round of whisky for me and my good friend here." She tells him.

Alastor took a seat next to her. "I actually wanted to speak to you about a friend of mine. You know her, Y/n L/n. She's looking for work, you see. Something new, something that can really turn her mundane life around." He explains. "Oh?" Mimzy raises an eyebrow. "You suggesting I let her preform? She good at singing and dancing?" She asks. "I can't just let her preform, just because you like her." A small smirk fell on her face.

Alastor decided to ignore her teasing. "She's as good as they come." He says. "Listen, I'm going to level with you Mimzy. I've been trying to get Y/n out of her unfortunate situation for a while, and every time she refuses my help. Stubborn one, she is. But this is something she's actually willing to let me help her with. I promised her I'd at least talk to you about it. But I assure you, if you give her the chance, with time, she will be brining in all sorts of people to your lounge."

Mimzy hummed as she thought about it. "I guess there's no harm in letting her try." She shrugs. "I've only met her a maybe twice, but she seems like a decent gal. And I trust you Al, if you say she's good, then she must be."

"Excellent! She'll be ecstatic to know you said yes." Said Alastor with a grin. "I haven't said yes, yet. I said I'd give her a shot. She'll have her answer, once I see her in action." Mimzy corrects him. "Now, while you're here..." She hands him a glass of whisky. "Let's enjoy the rest of the evening, shall we?"

You walk inside your apartment, exhausted from today's shift. Lot's of people came in, and you were kept on your toes throughout the whole day. Right now, you wanted nothing more than to just sleep. However, the knock at your door would prevent you from doing so. With a groan you walked to the door and opened it, annoyance clear as day in your face. Upon noticing who was on the other side, your mood quickly shifted.

"Alastor?"

"Good evening, Y/n. May I come in?" Alastor asks politely. "I have wonderful news, you just have to hear." You nod your head and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. Shutting the door, you approach Alastor with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I spoke with Mimzy tonight, and she said she'd give you a chance." He tells you. You almost couldn't believe it. Almost. Of course Alastor could get someone to go along with what he wanted. Rarely was there a time someone refused to hear him out. And now, thanks to him, you might actually have the chance to achieve your dream.

"Al, you mean it? She wants to give me a chance?" You ask. Alastor nods. "I suggest you tell your boss, you wont be making it in tomorrow. Because she wants to see you first thing in the morning."

"What?" You gasp. "But that's so soon!"

"The sooner the better, no?" Alastor chuckles. "I'm sorry about the short notice, but she wouldn't accept any other time. She's a busy gal, she says."

"How am I going to explain this to my boss?" You ask worryingly. "I could always explain it to him." Alastor smirks. "Explain that you're moving on to bigger and better things. Explain how he was always a slimy, no good excuse for a man, and you deserve better. And how-"

"Ok, Al. I get it." You chuckle. "But no, you don't have to do that. I'll talk to him."

"Oh, Y/n. Always wanting to do things the hard way." Alastor shakes his head. You just shrug.

"Thank you, Alastor. Really, I don't think I could have done that on my own." You say with a soft smile. "Anything for a dear friend." Alastor tells you. Your smile fell slightly and you felt a light stab at your chest. You ignore the feeling and continue.

"Well, I should probably get some rest. Big day tomorrow, right?"

"Indeed! I'll get out of your hair." Alastor says as he makes his way to the door. "I wish you all the luck int he word, Y/n. And I'll be there, right by your side for your audition tomorrow morning. I promise."

"Thanks Al." You say before yawning. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Y/n."

You smooth out your dress as you briskly walk to Mimzy's lounge, your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and not just from your fast pace. You never felt more nervous, today could be the day that changes your life completely, you have to be perfect. Nothing could go wrong today, it just couldn't.

As you approach the lounge, you saw Alastor waiting just outside of the door. He gave you a wave as he saw you. You smile weakly and hurried to his side. "Morning." You greet him breathlessly. "Good morning, Y/n. Today's the big day!" Alastor says excitedly. You only nod your head, hands shaking by your side.

"Nervous?" Alastor offers.

"Terrified, more like it." You tell him. "Oh, Alastor. What if I do terribly? I would have wasted yours and Mimzy's time, and just make a complete fool of myself." You say with a shaky sigh. "Come now, you'll do just fine." Alastor said, placing a hand on your trembling shoulder. "How did your boss take the news?" He asked.

"Well, I didn't say I was quitting. Just that, I had somewhere important to be and couldn't stay for my shift." You then grimace. "The look on his face made me want to curl up and die. He didn't say much, but I could tell he was upset with me."

"Psh, he can be upset all he wants. He should feel grateful he didn't say anything to upset you. Otherwise, I'd be down there right now." Alastor mutters, his tone dipping low. "Anyhow!" Then his tone was right back to the usual liveliness. "Let's show Mimzy what you've got!"

Alastor leads you inside the lounge, there wasn't anyone in this early, so it was entirely empty. Aside from Mimzy, who was having a smoke at one of the tables nearest to the stage. When she noticed the two of you, she puts out the cigarette and stands from her seat. "Morning, you two. Come on over."

You and Alastor approach Mimzy, all the while, she kept her gaze firmly on you. "Hm, yeah, just as pretty as I remember her being. Good start." Mimzy says as she checks you over. "Real question is, can you sing?"

"Y-Yes ma'am." You nod. "Yeah? I'll be the judge of that, sweetheart." Mimzy smirks. "Now, get on up there." She points her thump at the stage. You exhale shakily and glance at Alastor. He brushed his hand on yours and nods. You walk towards the small set of stairs that lead to the stage, and climb them. You approached the microphone and held it gently. It was just two people, Mimzy and Alastor, and yet it felt as if the whole world was watching.

"I've got a song picked out for you already." Said Mimzy before nodding towards the man at the piano near the rear of the stage. "I hope you know it." The music began to play, and thankfully you did know this song.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and bean to sing along.

I'm sentimental, so I walk in the rain I've got some habits even I can't explain Could start for the corner, turn up in Spain But why try to change me now?

I sit and daydream, I've got daydreams galore Cigarette ashes, there they go on the floor I'll go away weekends, leave my keys in the door But why try to change me now?

There was a point in the song, where you had found yourself becoming less tense. Your eyes closed, and instead of focusing on who was watching you, you look back on your memories. Memories of your parents and yourself, when you were younger. Singing along to songs on the radio with them, the sound of their voices, their faces.

Why can't I be more conventional? People talk, people stare, so I try But that's not for me, 'cause I can't see My kind of crazy world go passing me by

So, let people wonder, let 'em laugh, let 'em frown You know I'll love you till the moon's upside down Don't you remember I was always your clown? Why try to change me now?

You slowly open your eyes as the music died out, and once again it was just Mimzy and Alastor watching. Mimzy was the first to speak. "Alright. I think I have my answer." You felt nervous all over again, heartbeat picking up in your chest as you await her answer.

"You seem a bit tense, but I guess that's normal for your first time singing in front of folks. But you'll have to handle your nerves when you sing in front of people for real. A nice voice doesn't pair well with a stiff performer." She starts. "But, I think with some practice, you'll be doing just fine. I expect a lot more folks in here now that you're gonna be singing on my stage."

"D-Does that mean I...?"

"Welcome to showbiz, kid!" Mimzy smirks. You smile brightly at her words, looking to Alastor, you noticed he was just as happy as you were. "See, what did I tell you?" Alastor shrugs. "She's a natural."

This was really it, you would finally make something of your life. You could finally follow your dream. And it was all thanks to Alastor. You figured you should do something nice for him, after all, he's been so kind to you for all these years.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #mimzy #hazbin hotel mimzy #hazbin mimzy

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Hi It's the anon who sent the blazer photo thank you again for using the photo for inspo! I was wondering if you can write something based on the photos and the OC telling him he doesn't have to be gentle with her and that she doesn't break easily and he definitely has a thing for marking her up. The sweden trip will forever lives in head rent free.

Okay okay, so I assume we're still on intern x Willy, since that's where the whole Blazer/lingerie photo started 😅 [Not sure if you wanted me to incluse other photos bb?]

So, yes, we're continuing down the road with another part of the story - AND to the anon about the mirror (you know what I'm talking about) it will come up in the next chapter! 😉🫢 I just needed a little part before that 🤍

Warnings; (why do I even keep writing this... you know me by now🙈) light spanking; briefly fingering; unprotected sex (p in v);

Word count: 3K+

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I feel your love, and I feel it burn I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️ [intern x willy]

It was torture.

William Nylander was nothing short of pure torment as he moved around in his godly form, his handsome face framed by that perfectly styled blonde hair that fell as gracefully as Prince Charming's locks in Shrek.

And he was everywhere.

Well, of course, he was. As a Toronto Maple Leafs player, he was a constantly around. And you? You were an intern at MLSE, which meant you were in close proximity to the players almost every day. You spent hours at the Scotiabank Arena or on the road with the team—before, during, and after games and training sessions. It was practically an all-week affair.

But the worst part?

You and William were secretly involved. What began as friendly banter had evolved into casual sex and hook-ups, eventually leading to both of you acknowledging your deep feelings and agreeing that you were probably in a relationship. Especially after William showed jealousy about you going on a casual coffee date.

And you enjoyed it wholeheartedly. You liked William, and you felt ecstatic about being together officially, well, as official as you could be. Your relationship remained a secret as you both knew that the management wouldn't approve. Only Brad was aware of it, having accidentally stumbled upon your first kiss in the locker room.

And luckily, he’d promised to keep it under wraps, understanding the potential career repercussions if anyone found out.

"Just six more months," you thought, counting down the time until things might change.

And you weren't alone in eagerly awaiting the day when you could openly express your relationship.

Every time William crossed paths with you in the hallway, all he craved was to kiss you, to openly show everyone how you belonged to him. But he couldn't.

Instead, he had to content himself with the sound of your delightful laughter from a distance. He found himself admiring your radiant smile while you passionately engaged in your work around the team.

Yet, despite both of you attempting to maintain distance and keep your love concealed, you weren't doing the best job at it.

It was no secret that William had feelings for you. Even before he’d made a move on you, the team had a hunch that he was completely smitten and didn't hold back from teasing him about it. Auston and Mitch, in particular, relentlessly teased him about not seeing anyone else and how his eyes were always fixated on you whenever you were around.

"Come on, we all know you're into her, Willy," they'd playfully jibe.

"Just get it over with and show her a good time!"

"Yeah, let her experience what it truly means to be part of the Maple Leafs."

And as much as William just wanted to shout out about how he was already sleeping with you, showing you the best time every time, he kept silent. Because he knew that's what you would want.

For him, the concerns didn't hold much weight. While the managers might initially disapprove, what was truly so dreadful about it? After all, you were merely an intern, and soon you wouldn't even be associated with them. Moreover, neither of you could leverage the relationship for personal gain or career advancement. Your bond was consensual and rooted in genuine feelings, much like any other normal relationship.

Except for the necessity to maintain professionalism around each other at all times. Perhaps that was what concerned the managers—that neither of you could focus entirely?

Which did seem plausible. There were indeed moments when it became challenging for both of you to maintain complete focus.

And tonight was one of those times.

As you prepared for the match, wearing an oversized blazer, it triggered memories in him that had nothing to do with hockey. It was the same blazer you'd worn with that alluring piece of lingerie during the trip to Sweden—a combination that had provoked him, leading him to fuck you brains out against the window in his condo.

That blazer.

And as William recalled that incredible night, he felt a stirring in his boxers, imagining what you might be wearing underneath this time. Would it be the same lingerie or perhaps something new that could captivate his mind?

Nevertheless, the blazer looked exceptionally good on you.

Particularly when paired with the delicate golden necklace he had gifted you for Christmas, following his heartfelt confession about his feelings.

"Hey, ready for tonight?" Calle addressed William with a gentle tone, noticing the younger Swede's preoccupied state as they laced up their skates while you engaged in conversation with the marketing team.

"Yeah, sure," William replied with a chuckle, attempting to brush off any further discussion.

However, Calle wasn't ready to let the matter drop entirely. Having formed a close bond with William since joining the Leafs, just like with most of the Swedes, he knew William well enough to discern what was occupying his thoughts. And I t wasn't solely about hockey. Despite witnessing William's dedication to this season, Calle also observed how deeply his friend had fallen.

"Don't let her distract you too much," he offered a soft smile, conveying a hint of concern for William's well-being. Though deep down, he wished for nothing but his happiness. Yet, the situation wasn't entirely straightforward.

"What do you mean?" William inquired.

"Come on, Willy... I know the guys tease you about it, but you'd have to be blind not to notice the way you look at her – and not just because you're interested in sleeping with her," Calle spoke gently in Swedish, prompting a soft expression from William, realising he'd been called out.

"We sort of already are..." William timidly admitted, briefly glancing down at his skates before meeting Calle's gaze once more with a faint smirk. "And it's not just about sex."

Taking a brief moment to contemplate William's confession, Calle responded with a light chuckle. "I fucking knew it. But I'm genuinely happy for you. It seems like she's making you happy, Will."

And to that sentiment, William could only nod in agreement.

You weren't just another casual fling for him; he knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

Though, as much as he loved discussing you, finally revealing the truth to his teammate, the warm-ups for tonight's match were about to begin, compelling him to switch his focus to hockey.

But unfortunately, the game didn't go in the Leafs' favour. Despite scoring two goals in the first period, the Senators came back stronger and concluded the match with a 4-2 victory.

And William felt frustrated. Despite securing an assist, he believed he could have performed better, which, to him, held the utmost importance. Despite a defeat, he knew he'd feel better if he'd at least given his absolute best.

However, tonight, he hadn't. He had made mistakes that he shouldn't have had, leaving him feeling like he let everyone down, including himself.

So as the teammates gradually concluded their post-game routines for the media and gathered their belongings, you couldn't help but feel bed for William.

You understood how hard he could be on himself after a night like this. Yet, you also knew that he simply needed to let off some steam and then he'd be back on track.

In the hallway, as the teammates departed one by one and William caught your gaze, he then approached you with a soft smirk.

"Hey," he greeted casually, your eyes meeting as discreetly as possible.

"Hey, Willy... are you alright?"

"No..." he lightly chuckled. "But I'll be fine."

You stared intensely at him, contemplating speaking your mind, although you were still in a public space. And knowing no one could overhear, you leaned in slightly toward him, whispering in a seductive tone.

"How can I help make you feel better?"

William's eyes widened a bit at your spoke the words, responding with a playful smirk, catching onto your flirtatious suggestion.

"Well, I'm sure you could provide me with some company? At my place..." he gently suggested, meeting your intense gaze as you bit your lower lip, prompting him to delicately run his thumb over it. "Don't do that..." he added with a husky voice. "It turns me on, and we can't have that here..."

Both of you realised it was wise to put a halt to any further escalation before things went too far, so you both subtly coughed and took a step back, fully aware of how the evening was about to evolve.

So after swiftly attending to what was necessary, you found yourselves soon back at his place. Away from the context of work where secrecy was key. Here you could kiss, touch and undress each other, and not just with your eyes.

You could fuck, moan, and scream each other’s’ names as loud as you could.

And already entangled on the sofa, William shirtless and positioned above you, your tongues intertwined in a heated dance. Your hands explored every inch of each other's skin, revelling in the shared warmth and the sheen of sweat.

William's lips trailed to your neck while his hand paid attention on your breast. It was intense, almost eager, as both of you hungered for more. Your fingers tugged gently at his hair as his mouth moved to the other side, his other hand mirroring the same attention to your other breast.

Your breaths became laboured, gasping as his touch sent shivers down your spine, the anticipation building in your throbbing core.

"Willy," you softly murmured, acknowledging that he might still be feeling disheartened about the night's match. Your words prompted him to release his mouth from your skin, gazing at you with a dark, lustful expression. "You know you can let it out on me..."

Your words slipped out almost embarrassingly, meeting William's intense stare. But he offered a gentle shake of his head.

"Babe, it's not necessary," he tried to reassure you, but you remained unconvinced. You knew the impact a game like tonight's could have on him, leaving him feeling awful, and you could sense it.

"Willy, just... do whatever you need to – I want you to release that tension," you flashed him a seductive smile, persisting in your suggestion.

William had a tendency to be a bit rough when the need arose, particularly after a match; it just helped him let go of the emotions simmering beneath the surface.

"Y/n/n, what if I end up hurting you?" His words held a genuine level of concern, but you couldn't help but chuckle softly. He was just so caring.

"Willy, you don’t have to be so gentle with me... I really don’t break that easily, " you reassured him, and your words seemed to turn him on even more. Your willingness to surrender to his touch to help alleviate the post-game tension definitely got to him.

"Alright," he gave you a soft smirk before slowly rising from his position. "But in the bedroom," he demanded. And with a smile on your lips, you then swiftly made your way to the other room, yet you had a little plan in mind.

"Just wait here," you spoke seductively, gesturing for him to sit on the edge in the bed as you sauntered into the bathroom.

William's gaze followed you intensely, wondering what you were up to. But His curiosity was soon satisfied as you returned to the bedroom, clad in nothing but the blazer. It was buttoned across your midriff, barely covering your breasts, and its length just enough to tease the view of your cunt, paired with the necklace.

"Shit, baby... that's incredibly sexy," William breathed heavily as you slowly approached him, his hands finding your lower back.

"I'm all yours, Willy... have your way with me," you whispered softly. And In response, William lifted you up firmly, his lips finding yours once again before he gently placed you on the mattress, unbuttoning your outfit to reveal more of your body.

"God, so damn hot," he murmured huskily, his lips once more exploring your neck, his body pressing against yours.

Loud moans escaped your lips as he worked his magic on you. Your eyes instinctively closed, surrendering completely to his touch. It was intense, passionate, and hungry, fingers entwined in hair as you pulled each other closer.

Then, with a deliberate pause, William withdrew, kneeling as he took in the sight of the messy state, he'd caused you to become, before undressing himself completely, your gaze fixated on his every movement.

And his hard cock was nothing but evident, pulsating from the intense foreplay of kissing and tantalising discussions about what he had in store for you. And His mind was racing with possibilities.

Returning to the bed, he swiftly positioned you onto your knees, propped up on your arms as he lifted your ass in the air.

"You look incredible," he spoke darkly, his hands exploring your cheeks as he contemplated his next move. And Unable to contain himself any longer, his palm forcefully connected with your tender skin, eliciting a mixture of pain and pleasure from you, your reaction a blend of a shriek and a gasp.

The exquisite sound you made, coupled with the faint blush forming on your cheek, only fuelled William's desire for more. So, he spanked you again. And again.

Each strike drew a loud cry from you, a sound that easily blurred the line between pain and pleasure. Which, in essence, it was.

The sensation of pleasure washed over you as William's hand met your skin once more, igniting an unexpected surge of arousal, causing your core to glisten with anticipation.

"Fuck, Willy...yes"

However, William decided to pause, content with the hue he'd created, He turned over again, spreading your legs on either side of him, moistening two fingers in his mouth before trailing them between your folds.

"Baby, you're so ready for me," he murmured softly, sliding his fingers inside your warmth, completely coating them with your juices before withdrawing.

"Yes, Willy, just for you..." you gasped, aching for more than just his touch.

"Such a good girl... You deserve more, don't you?"

And all you could manage was a nod as the tip of his cock teased your entrance. His hands took hold of your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head as he thrust into you.

Moans echoed around the room as William pulled out, then thrust forcefully back in, setting a brisk rhythm while maintaining his grip on your arms.

His actions were intense and forceful, a release of pent-up frustrations that propelled him deeper into your dripping core as He felt the grip of your tight walls around him, and your wetness coating his length.

And it was causing him to get closer to his climax. Having no intentions of holding back, just like you’d encouraged, he just kept on pounding. And you were just as close to an orgasm as his cock stimulated your inside over and over again, hitting you deep and hard. The restrain of your arms causing you to just let your mind go foggy and lungs empty for air as loud sounds continuously sang from your lips.

"I'm close, Willy," you managed to gasp, but then instead of holding your wrist, William shifted his grasp to your throat, not to choke but to just hold down slightly, allowing you gasps of air as he quickened his pace, pushing you towards your climax. Your body tried to arch, curses falling from your lips along with his name, and your eyes shut tightly in sync with the waves of pleasure coursing through you.

And as your body trembled in the throes of an intense orgasm, William followed suit, his climax surging through him, releasing his cum inside you.

"Shit," he exhaled deeply, staying still to ensure every drop remained within you, trying to catch his breath as he released his grip, almost collapsing against you, his head resting on your neck.

The room hung heavy with the scent of sex and sweat as you both gradually returned to reality, easing down from the intense rush of ecstasy. No words were exchanged, both of you breathless, slowly detangling, and William gently pulled out before resting next to you.

You could sense the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest, almost synchronised with William's, as you turned to meet each other's gaze, smiles gently appearing on your lips before breaking the silence.

"So, did it help ease the tension?" you asked softly.

"Yeah, it really did, babe," William responded, mirroring your expression.

Once more, you both settled into a tender moment of intimate silence, nestled against his comforting warmth.

"That's good, I just... I want to be there for you, Willy," you tenderly caressed his cheek.

"I appreciate that," William placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I'm really glad to have you."

It felt like the outside world had vanished as the two of you lay there together, free from concerns about anyone else's opinions. However, the harsh reality was waiting just hours away, so you cherished the moment for as long as possible.

"You'll stay here tonight, won't you?" William asked softly, his fingers tracing your shoulder's soft skin.

"Of course," you flashed him a sweet smile. And after both of you freshened up in the bathroom, William handed you a spare toothbrush and one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in before you settled in for the night.

It felt like you were genuinely in a serious, committed relationship, and both of you couldn't help but display satisfied smiles as you cuddled, gradually drifting off to sleep.

Yet, the tranquillity only lasted until the following morning when you were both awakened by the sound of your alarm.

William had, of course, forgotten to set his, engrossed in your shared activities in bed last night. But thankfully, as always, you had thought ahead.

However, the calmness shattered at the very moment you stood in front of the mirror.

"Willy!" you exclaimed.

"What?" the Swede asked wearily as he slowly joined you in the bathroom.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, babe..." you shook your head gently as you met his gaze in the mirror's reflection, your hand delicately caressing your neck. Your very colourful neck.

And William couldn't help but find amusement as he observed the artwork he'd unintentionally created on your smooth skin. He'd left quite a mark. During his affectionate kissing and nipping last night, he had been a tad too enthusiastic and ended up leaving visible marks in the form of love bites all over your neck and collarbone.

"Well, what can I say? I seem to have a talent for marking what's mine," he chuckled lightly.

"It's not funny, Will!" you tried to maintain a serious tone, fully aware that this wouldn't go unnoticed by the team tomorrow. "You know people will comment on it!"

William's smirk gradually faded a bit, though not entirely, as he did relish the idea of everyone knowing you weren't exactly available.

"Then let them," he spoke softly, drawing close behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist before placing a tender kiss on his vibrant artwork. "They probably know anyway. Might as well make a statement."

You realised there wasn't much you could do about the situation. Perhaps a bit of makeup and a scarf could cover it up, but there was a part of you that also wanted to proudly display it, letting everyone see what William had done to you.

So, you simply released a deep sigh, surrendering to William's touch, attempting to let go of your concerns.

"Let's deal with that tomorrow," you spoke softly, once again meeting his eyes in the mirror. And with that, you decided to release the matter and simply lean into his comforting embrace.

#my asks #intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut

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thepepsislvt · 5 months

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Corazon x ftm reader

angst with comfort <3

warnings: Doflamingo, angst, deadnaming, transphobia, t slur (im trans i can say it i promise), Doflamingo, Doffy, Donquixote Doflamingo

word count: 875

based in true events of my thanksgiving this week, thanks dad for this wonderful angst i get to write

The feast that Doflamingo was planning this week had brought stress to everyone in the entire Donquixote Family. There was so much pressure everyone was under that even one small inconvenience would cause someone to snap. The feast was supposed to be celebratory of the recent battle the Family had overcome. But nothing seemed to go as planned. You were in charge of planning deserts but no matter what you thought of Doflamingo always had something to say about it.

“We could always do a variety of different things” You would try to reason with him with a list of things you wrote in a notebook

“That would be a waste of time, why can't you just pick something?” He groaned from the chair he was sitting in.

Currently in the room sat you, Doflamingo, Baby 5, and your boyfriend, Corazon. Though Corazon didn't talk, you both made a way of communication. He was the perfect boyfriend you could ask for, even though he was related to such a monster he called brother.

“I would, Doffy, but you have said ‘no’ or ‘find something else’ to everything that I suggest. Maybe you should pick something yourself” you say through gritted teeth, calling him ‘Doffy’ as a way to show you're not messing around.

“That's not my job, I have to coordinate everything. Aren't you supposed to be good at this? Being you and all, wouldn't that make it easier?” He sits up in his chair, glancing over to you

Corazon knew exactly where this was heading and put a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to calm you down and warn you not to push. But you were stubborn and pissed off at the moment.

“And what do you mean by ‘being me and all’?”

“You know exactly what I mean”

“No, I don't why don't you dumb it down for me” you said finally raising your voice. After you said that he slammed his fist down on the table next to him

“It should be easy for you since you belong in the kitchen you fucking tranny, when can you finally stop pretending to be a boy and just be a normal fucking person?!”

“I am a boy! You're just-”

He quickly cut you off and stood at his full height to scare you

“If you were a real boy then we wouldn't have to have this conversation, you're just a girl who's fucked up in the head. You may say that I'm crazy but at least I don't pretend that I'm something I'm not! I'm tired of your childish games, grow up for once!”

After that, you ran out of the room before you started crying in front of him, that's the last thing you needed. Baby 5 stared at where you ran off but made no move. Doflamingo sat back down in his chair with a loud groan before looking at his younger brother.

“I don't understand how you can stand her-” before Doflamingo could continue Corazon stood up abruptly making the chair he was sitting in scoot back and making a loud scraping sound against the hard floor. The younger of the brothers went to find and console his boyfriend.

After roughly an hour he found you in the kitchen, crying at the counter with your face in your arms. You didn't hear Corazon walk next to you through your sobs. Only when he wrapped his arms around you to pull you into a hug did you finally notice him. You quickly returned the hug and cried into his shirt. He had kneeled to hug you easier. After a while he pulled away to write on some paper. ‘please don't listen to him, he's under stress but that doesn't give him a pass’. You knew Doflamingo would never say that to your face normally, he usually kept it to himself since you came out. Corazon eventually led you to your shared room to have you take a nap.

Eventually, it was the day of the dreaded feast and for once everyone seemed like it was calm. Everyone was sitting at the table enjoying themselves and it seemed to be back to normal until Doflamingo decided to make a toast. it went as usual thanking everyone and saying how good it was to win that battle. Once he got to thanking everyone by name he said your dead name instead. Since you grew up with him and Corazon he knew exactly what it was but everyone else seemed confused about who it was. You held back tears as you continued to eat and Corazon held your hand reassuringly under the table.

After dinner, Corazon took you outside on the balcony to smoke with you. As he finished his cigarette he threw the end on the ground and stepped on it. He sat down with his back against the railing and gestured that you do the same. When you sat down next to him he took your cigarette out of your hand and put it out. He wrapped his arm around you and suddenly you saw a bluish tint around you. He leaned his face closer to yours.

“I love you, my handsome boy, I promise to get you out of here”

#x reader #one piece x reader #corazon #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #corazon x reader #rosinante corazon x reader #corazon x you #ftm reader #one piece x male reader #one piece x ftm reader

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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I saw the School teacher Hob/Mob boss Dream ask and immediately thought make it angstier.

What if Hob did try to contact Dream? Hob's a charming guy, never tried to rat someone out and has even been known to share a drink after a good throwdown. He tried official channels first. They didn't work. Fine. He wasn't expecting much, not with Dream being so important now. It hurt though, that he wasn't worth even a middle manager.

He tried unofficial channels next, tapping any people he knew that might be willing to pass on a message. The hurt grew more when all he got was silence. Was Dream ignoring him? Was something going down somewhere to keep Dream from answering? Hob waited.

Months later and nothing, no word or sign nor scrap of rumor. Hob's heart felt like it was going to break in two. There was one last option he could take. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but he knew a few sketchy dungeons Cori liked to visit. He knew he fit Cori's type. He could barter his body for a delivered message.

A few weeks more of silence and Hob decided it was worth the pain. Cori's sadism surpassed Hob's mild masochistic streak, but he knew that would work in his favour. He wouldn't enjoy himself but he knew Cori always kept his word.

Cori had always been envious of how close Dream and Hob were. The chance to fuck and hurt Hob wasn't something he was going to pass up, not when Hob was volunteering. To bad Dream was never going to get that heartfelt message, not now that Cori was Dream's most trusted lieutenant.

Hob waited. And waited. And waited.

Dream never came.

Dream had promised!

They had promised. I'll always have your back.

Hob's heart shattered. He didn't need Dream. He could survive without his heart.

Eventually, he fell in with Johanna. She helped him piece together enough of himself to do more than survive. He never should have followed her into that party. Now he was finally face to face with Dream and he could feel the still scattered pieces of his heart being ground into dust.

Dozens of messages and Dream finally deigned to show due to a stupid lie? Well, if he was fucked not matter what, he had some questions he wanted answered.

Hob laughed, hysterically. "You couldn't be bothered to give me the time of day when I got out of prison and called you for help! Why the fuck am I important now?"

Ooo yes, this is continuation for this particular mob!Dream and teacher!Hob post. I love the way youve spiced it up even more with some angst!!!

Of course Dream says something like "what messages? what calls?" And Hob laughs even harder because Dream is really bothering to lie to him? This is all too much. And perhaps Dream finally admits that he did get some of Hob’s messages initially, but he didn't want to have Hob dragged back into the mob lifestyle. He saw it as a chance for Hob to have a fresh start, and when the messages stopped coming through he assumed that Hob had taken the chance and moved on. Little did he know Hob was still trying to get in touch - particularly via Cori, who needless to say didn't pass any messages along and actively forbid the anyone lower down the chain from mentioning Hob at all. Hence Dream heard absolutely nothing about Hob until this rumour started spreading after the party.

Hob still doesn't believe him. Not until Dream orders Cori to be brought to the parking lot, and brought to his knees. Where he admits that he withheld information from Dream. Repeatedly. And took advantage of Hob’s trust in order to use him sexually.

It's a relief to know that Dream wasn't totally responsible, but Hob still feels betrayed and hurt. And now Dream is talking about rebuilding trust between them... is it even possible? Maybe. It seems like Dream is pretty much willing to do anything to get Hob back....

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #mafia au

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dameronology · 1 year

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love in an elevator (natasha romanoff)

summary: nothing will make you confront your ex like being trapped in a lift with her

warnings: language

eugh two natasha fics in a night?? no regrets. i love my wife. enjoy.

jazz xx

The key to a break up, you had come to learn, was distance.

Distance and space and time apart and whatever other bullshit it was that Vogue recommended every week. Maybe a glass of wine or two here and there, and a night out with your closest friends. You'd cycled through that process ten times over but getting distance from Natasha Romanoff felt near enough fucking impossible when she was quite literally everywhere. At work, in the office, at the Avengers HQ, in the streets. New York had become a thousand times smaller after your break-up.

Seeing her at work was unavoidable. After all, that was how you'd met. Natasha was easy enough to get on with back then; she was blunt and straight to the point but it was clear she cared deeply about the people she loved. You never imagined being one of them yourself, but when she'd asked you out after a few weeks of casual flirting and longing glances, it was hard to remember a time when you weren't. And not only were you somebody she loved, you were the person she loved most. The person she wanted to come home to everyday; the one she laid herself bare too and would have stopped at nothing to make you happy.

It had been a good year and a half. All smiles and a few rocky days here and there, but you never wanted to leave Natasha's side. She'd never pictured buying herself a ring for anyone, or even considering the idea of marriage, but the day she proposed had been the best of your life. Multiple promises had been made that day. I'll love you forever and I'm never taking this ring off.

Promises, as it was, were made to be broken.

Work got hard for both of you. Missions and long trips apart and your relationship basically becoming long distance. Each factor a tiny nail in your coffin but Natasha Romanoff would have been lying if she said she wasn't the one building said coffin and holding the fucking hammer. Because for every day she spent away from you was a day that she took a step back to her old ways. She became a closed off woman all over again, shutting you out and refusing to talk.

You'd have been a fool to let her treat you that way. Leaving was hard but like hell were you going to let her drag you down with her. She'd lost herself and now she'd lost you too.

Your break-up had been a wake up call. She'd gotten better - gone to therapy, started talking to people again, come back into herself. At that point she could have begged you to take her back, but what use was it? There was no promise that she wouldn't do the same again. The risk of hurting you was too high.

So, Natasha kept her distance and so did you - where you could, at least. Getting into an elevator with her wasn't ideal but you were running late for your meeting and hell, you couldn't wait any longer. That had been your main worry right then -standing next to your ex, wondering if you'd make it in on time- but as soon as the elevator shuddered to a halt and the lights went out, those worries seemed like a fucking vacation.

"Are you kidding me?" you huffed. "Tony Stark spends millions on this building but he cheaps out on the elevators?"

"Hey, it's fine," Natasha said - stoic as ever, but just as jittery as you. Not so much at the situation - it was hard to be worried about being stuck in a lift when you'd fought aliens - but rather at who she was with. "You just gotta press the emergency button-"

She stopped, watching as you began to punch the bright red button multiple times.

"Only once, though," Nat continued. "You don't want to break it."

"Jeez thanks, Natasha," you muttered. "Wisdomful, as always."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Well, you're not!" you snapped. "I'm running late for a meeting and I do not need this right now."

"This being stuck in a lift or this being stuck in a lift with me?"

You huffed. "Does it matter? I don't have time for this."

"We're literally stuck in an elevator," she shot back. "I'd argue you have all the time in the world."

"Fine," you muttered. "I don't like being stuck in elevators at the best of times but being stuck in one with my ex-girlfriend -my ex-fiance, even - is a little less desirable."

She gave you a smile. "There we go."

Natasha gracefully placed her bag down and took a seat on the floor of the elevator. She pulled a book out the front pocket and began to read, clearly not phased by the situation. You let out another loud sigh and threw your own briefcase to the ground, clumsily taking a seat beside her. Her green eyes flickered up from the pages, giving you another smile. This was so you. Making a scene, being over-dramatic at the slightest inconvenience. She'd been the reasonable one in your relationship.

Pulling out your phone, you began to violently type something.

"Who are you messaging?" she asked.

"Why do you care?"

"Because you're about to crack your phone screen with how hard you're typing."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm messaging Tony to let him know what a dickhead he is."

"I don't think Tony's to blame-"

"- look, Natasha. My morning is ruined and I'm going to get so much shit from Fury for missing this meeting that I need to let it out, okay?" you cut her off. "Sometimes, it's just easier to have someone to blame."

"Do you blame me for our break-up?"

Your brows shot up, eyes widening. Okay, you hadn't expected that question. There hadn't been much conversation about your break-up. You'd just told Nat you were leaving and she hadn't argued. Even when you wanted her to - even when you were ready to beg and implore and beseech for her to want you to stay - you'd stayed quiet.

"W-what?" you stuttered. "No, of course not."

"Are you sure?"

"There are a lot of things in that situation that I'm not sure of but that isn't one of them," you insisted. "I don't blame you or me or anyone. I mean...yeah, you coulda tried harder but - why are we even talking about this?"

Natasha shrugged. "Like I said, we're stuck in a lift. Seems like a sign from the universe to ask this stuff."

"Right," you replied. "No, I don't blame you and no, I don't hate you and yes, I forgive you for anything you think I might be holding against you. Any more questions?"

"Do you miss me?" she quietly asked. "I miss you."

"All the time, Nat," you said. "Sorry I iced you out."

"You did what you had to," Natasha reasoned. "And quite honestly, I iced you out first, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did."

'I think...I think that losing you was the wake-up call I needed," she admitted. "For what it's worth, you're the reason I got better. The reason I am better."

You shrugged. "It's just what I do."

"Yeah, okay," Natasha laughed. "One more question -do you hate me for not calling you?"

"Yeah, a little," you said. "I guess some part of me always hoped that there was still a chance for us."

"Maybe there is."

You glanced over at her, eyebrows raised. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"Okay," you replied. "Dinner tomorrow night then?"

Natasha nodded, glancing back down at her book. "Yeah, sounds good."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow x reader #black widow imagines #black widow fluff #black widow imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #marvel imagines

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Just making a list of things, intentionally or otherwise, which might have/did mess with Philza's emotional state in the lead up to him doing a silly and following the book (which promised his kids back and implied his wings too) (from memory I don't have the stream open and it was loooong):

It being Tallulah's birthday

Forever, a close friend, is in a coma after having been drugged, and Philza probably having a pretty traumatic time just 2 days prior trying to help. And now all he can do is bang a pan and talk and pray.

Eggs missing

Philza missed his eggs being hurt and in pain and scared because he was away, and the signs are still there to prove it

Him and Fit discussing the eggs, and if Philza would still love them even if they were AIs/robots/lab experiments/etc

Event his kids would have really enjoyed, but they aren't there to do so. No Chayanne doing the cooking, no Tallulah playing her flute...

Taking Tallulah's place at the event by playing the music (a thing Philza doesn't do, despite being in an extremely musical family)

Capybaras helping him fly to take photos (see: the damaged wings and the promise of flight)

Alcohol from the celebration, even if he only drank a little bit.

Having to explain everything to Missa, his government assigned husband, and admit he wasn't there when the eggs needed them - neither of their parents were there, just the babysitters. Couldn't even get a phonecall with their dads when the kids were hurt and in pain. Having to tell his partner their children are lost, maybe dead, maybe gone, nobody knows. Obviously Missa needed to know and Philza would explain it! And telling Missa the best option! But... It wouldn't have helped Philza's mental state.

The eggs in the maze and only two survive story (messed with everyone tbf)

Only (a copy of) Chayanne's item being in the maze. Also it being blocked from him by the barrier blocks. It only being Chayanne's is even worse to his mental state than it being everyone's there

Believing himself too stupid to save his children, expressing this directly by apologising to the Chayanne floaty for that, and bringing it to mind, probably not helped by being in a crew of a lot of the 'clever' players (we all know from those tumblr posts insulting yourself enough over time affects behaviour, and given his mentions about not doing lore because not clever enough earlier even if that was ooc this is probably a longer term concern for him C as well. Pretty sure he's called himself stupid while rping with the eggs before)

The maze ending with no answers, only more pain and fear. Once again left with glimmers but in practice nothing

His extremely secure home being compromised

Using Tallulah's colours and flowers on the box. Also correctly getting the one of his kid who would leave him angsty metaphor and a story with the instructions, even if it felt a bit off (its her birthday, its her birthday, he was desperate)

The joke about a wise old crow whilst he was feeling very stupid, but knows his kids think of him as clever.

Also the crow thing. I know there's a lot of jokes about Philza and bird brain which go around from time to time, the perching, the wandering off to examine shiny things while people are talking, etc. If we take this as read... Well. Phrasing the instructions as about a bird really would force that side of him.

Using the nest as the closest waypoint. His nest, not his house, his concrete nest in the sky where he felt most like the bird he partially is.

It happening so late. Philza doesn't often continue to midnight, let alone gone 2am. To me this implies his character isn't usually up and big active that long (I like to think when offline the characters are a combo of sleeping and just chilling). So IC he's probably exhausted. Which. Does not for "rational" thinking make. You probably wouldn't have got him not leaving at least a copy of the book in the chest earlier in the day.

TBH, all that accounted for, I'm surprised he kept weapons and shield and glider and food on him with the note. It was needed, but I'm more surprised he managed to reign himself to bring some things with him not just throw everything on the floor and go.

It was a /long/ stream and even the fun cute bits fed into a loop of stressing him out and breaking down. Crack, crack, crack, crack, and after enough time it /will/ get through.

And tbf, it probably took all of that to do so.

(and I hope the other characters when he one way or another gets out of this understand. everyone's under a lot of stress, but that stream in Philza stream was just breaking him again and again and again)

Also another aside which breaks the vibes of this post but eh - people keep saying his survivalist tendancies should have kicked in, but I think they actually played against him here?

Philza is used to taking on very shit situations with a lot less than he was carrying. That sword and shield? More powerful than anything in hardcore. And sure now he's set up he has so much food and resources in hardcore world, but when he starts? He starts somewhere impossibly dangerous with literally nothing, and does fine, which is a whole lot less than he took with him.

Plus... He's used to being alone. Completely stressed out, manipulated, and fucked with brain probably didn't even consider a note. Why? Because he's not used to anyone being there. Why leave a note before going to do something dangerous you're underequipped for if there's nobody there to read it? It's only him in most of his worlds. Nobody would notice him gone because there's nobody there to notice.

(Sure his husband his back and his friends are here and the island is full of people who love and trust and care about him, but at the end of the day, when he's stressed and its late and the Feds have systematically and likely purposefully broken him down, and his friends have accidentally helped with that... He's from a solo hardcore world, where he starts with nothing and nobody is there to help him. It's not he doesn't trust them. It's that he doesn't even realise in the height of his emotions that there's anyone else there.)

#qsmp rambles #qsmp philza #meta #I guess #character analysis #kinda again #i keep seeing people say its out of character with his survivalist vibes #but... is it?#he's from a solo world where he always starts with much less than he took with him #and he took weapons he couldn't even dream of in his world #when he's that stressed why would he leave a note when he's used to there being nobody there

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thedgeofreality · 11 months

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can i request a fic where reader ann margaret is rude to reader and reader is like what did you say and just starts to beat up(or argue) elvis and memphis mafia are just in shock , elvis gets turned on and it turns into a super smutty steamy sex?

she walks over me

warnings: 18+, rude Ann, beating her up, smut, p in v, filth, choking, typical elvis stuff

pairing: reader x '64 viva las vegas elvis

wc: 1.9K

Elvis was throwing a small party for wrapping up the filming of 'Viva Las Vegas'. He invited the Memphis mafia and a few cast members which included Ann Margaret. You weren't too happy about her being there. You had been dating Elvis for a few years and everything was going so well until she came along. Whilst filming the movie Ann teased and flirted with Elvis multiple times and the worst part for you was Elvis doing it right back. Even when you were on set a few times, they continued to flirt. You tried bringing it up, but Elvis brushed it off as it was 'just a part of getting into the role'. So obviously you hadn't been very fond of Elvis either lately. And you made sure to make it obvious to him. You had been very distant to him.

You talked to him before the party and explained exactly how you felt about what had been going on. Yet this time he understood and listened. He even promised to keep you near him the entire time to show he wanted nothing to do with Ann.

So here you were sitting across the room from Ann, sitting on Elvis his thigh. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close as possible. He was being extra affectionate and kissed you multiple times. Every now and then Ann would give you a judging glare. She had a tendency of being mean to you, but you couldn't care less.

You listened to Elvis and listened to his friends talk, ignoring and avoiding her as much as possible. Until they started talking about the cute moments Ann and Elvis had on set. You felt like a ghost at that moment. Could they not see you sitting right there? Elvis moved his hand up and down your waist in a comforting way.

You looked at Ann and she had a stupid smug expression. She kept going on and on about Elvis and it was starting to piss you off. Anger poured through you and you knew you had to leave the room or else things wouldn't go too well. So you stood up and walked into the kitchen just to calm your mind for a second. You stood there and drank some water and calmly made your way back into the room.

As you got closer you heard Ann talking to Elvis about you. Elvis didn't sound very interested in the conversation and kept telling Ann to stop talking about you. Ann of course didn't. You didn't understand how someone could be so hostile.

You entered the room again and just as you did, you heard Ann say something rude about you. According to her, you weren't a good lover and didn't understand Elvis. Hearing her say that made you go insane.

Elvis looked up at you and noticed the look on your face. "Baby.." He started but you ignored him. You walked over to her breathless with anger. You stood in front of her staring her down. "What did you say." You asked her, feeling rage taking you over. "I said you're not a good lover." She replied smirking at how riled up you were because of her. You felt humiliated by her.

Right there something snapped in you and anger ran through you like lava. Before you knew it you were beating her up. A silence fell over the room, everyone giving you horrified looks. They panicked and didn't know what to do. You heard your boyfriend say something, but you couldn't understand. Your ears were ringing and everything sounded like it came through a haze.

You continued your attack on her and all of a sudden you were pulled away. Elvis his big arms wrapped around you and pulled you off of her. You were afraid to look at him, you felt he was going to be upset and disappointed. You stared at the boys in front of you. They were kneeling in front of Ann and making sure she was alright. You caught a glimpse of Ann her face and you smiled when you noticed she had a bloody nose, her white dress now blood-stained.

Elvis carried you out of the room and went upstairs. Once he walked into the bedroom he set you down on the bed and stood in front of you. You sat there looking up at him, feeling a little afraid of what was about to come. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were looking down at you dull with disappointment. He shook his head before finally speaking.

"What is wrong with you." He spoke and you opened your mouth to reply but before you could say anything he cut you off. He raised his hand. "No. I don't want to hear it." He said and sat down next to you. He sighed and hid his face in his hands. He felt ashamed at that moment. You looked at him and felt so stupid. You disappointed him. You let your anger control your actions and nothing good came from it. "I'm really sorry." You said softly.

He dropped his hands and looked at you. He nodded. "I know." He replied softly and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. "I'm not mad at you." He said, giving you a soft smile. "She was being a bit of a bitch wasn't she?" He chuckled and you nodded. "It was a bad idea inviting her." You replied.

"I know baby." He said and nodded. "But I had to, she was my co-star."

"I guess you're right."

Elvis got closer to you and wrapped his arms around you again. Pulling you in for a hug. You rested your head on his chest and felt his heartbeat fasten. You smiled to yourself as you hugged him back tightly.

"I've never seen you angry before." He said softly, resting his head against yours. You hummed in response. "I liked it." He said and smirked. He broke off the hug and stared deeply into your eyes. "Think I need to put you back in your place for that outburst there." He said and stood up in front of you, he was towering over you as always. You looked up at him with doe eyes, smiling knowing what was about to go down. He placed his finger under your chin and kissed you deeply.

Elvis pushed you down into the mattress and climbed on top of you. You felt like the room was spinning as he started kissing you. Soft moans were leaving his and your mouth. You both needed each other desperately. His big hands wandered your body and one made its way up to your neck softly choking you as he deepened the kiss. It felt as if a match was lit inside you, but it was immediately blown out as he broke off the kiss.

You whined softly and he chuckled at your desperate state. "Need you to be patient for me." He said softly and buried his head in your neck. Placing soft kisses on your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair, but he stopped you. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them down above your head. "Mm, none of that." He says grinning at you and kissing your neck again. He made his way down your chest and stopped. He pulled you up again so you were sitting and he got behind you. Unzipping your dress and slowly pulling it down your body. He placed kisses along your shoulder and a few down your back.

He threw the dress on the floor. He stared down at your body and smiled. "So pretty mama." He said and slowly unclasped your bra taking it off too along with your panties. You were now fully exposed to him and laid back down again. He got on top of you and started kissing down your body again teasingly. You felt his body pressed against yours, exposing how hard he was for you. You whined. "Want me that bad huh?" He said smirking. You nodded. "Nuh uh say it. Use that pretty mouth." Elvis says running his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Want you so badly." You said softly and he nodded in approval. He starts unbuttoning his pants and slides them off swiftly. His throbbing erection sprang up freely. Elvis got closer to you again kissing your neck as he rubbed his tip between your lips teasingly. You whined loudly as he slid into your pussy, feeling the burn of him stretching you out.

"Yeah, you like that huh mama?" He says looking deep into your eyes and smirking. He started moving inside you slowly, making sure you felt every bump and vein on his cock. "Yeah." You replied softly, feeling so dizzy and unable to speak as he slides in and out of you slowly.

He leaned down to give you a sloppy wet kiss. You placed your hands on the back of his head and he immediately broke the kiss off, shaking his head. "You've done enough with those hands today." He said and pinned your wrists above your head once again. He kissed you again and finally sped up his actions. The room was filled with loud moans and slapping skin. You were sure everyone downstairs could hear the two of you, but that was the least of your concerns right now.

He groaned loudly as he hit a deep spot inside of you making you clench around him. Elvis let go of your wrists and pulled your legs up high around his waist. Giving him a new and even deeper angle inside of you. He thrusts hard and roughly into you, making you moan loudly. "Such a bad girl, beating other girls up f'me." He says and he brings his hand up, wrapping it around your neck to choke you again. You moaned again loudly unable to form any words in response.

Elvis continued his rough attack inside of you and you closed your eyes, pleasure taking you over. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder and started thrusting fast inside of you. You looked into his eyes. You whimpered loudly as he hit a spot inside of you that made you see stars. "That's the spot huh?" He says smiling as he watches your face contort into pleasure. "So tight." He says as he hit the spot over and over again. You can't help but moan loudly as he does.

He attached his lips to the soft skin on your neck, sucking harshly. He pulled back and moved his hand down to your clit, slowly rubbing it but putting pressure. "I'm gonna cum." You say, your voice sounding harsh from all the moaning. "Do it baby, cum for me." He says and thrusts harder into you, fastening the circles he rubs on your clit. "Say you're mine." You said.

You moaned loudly as your climax got closer and closer. "Ah, I'm all yours," Elvis says loudly and you smile at him. That was all you needed to go over the edge. You moaned loudly as you clenched around his cock. His thrusts were starting to get slower and more sloppy. It hit you hard and you rode out your orgasm. At some point, you saw stars.

Elvis began moaning softly into your ear as his orgasm washed over him as well. He came deep inside of you and collapsed on top of you. His head resting on your breast. The two of you panting heavily as you came down from your orgasm. You played with his hair as he laid there.

You chuckled. "Think she knows who you belong to now." Elvis nodded sitting up and pulling out of you. "Yeah baby.. All yours." He says and kisses you passionately.

#elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #50s elvis #60s elvis #70s elvis #austin butler #big daddy elvis #elvis #elvis 2022 #elvis fanfiction #elvis fluff #elvis smut #smut #fluff #viva las vegas #elvis x you

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chaos-grimlin · 6 months

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Intro: No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (poly Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count:1001

Chapter 24- I promise

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Half an hour had passed, time seem to fly by now that Y/n was out of the station.

Instead of being at the station, sitting on the barely cushioned seats, with her nails digging into the wood, she was at Randy's house, curled up next to him on his bed.

Randy had his arms around her body, his fingers gently running through her hair as she laid with her head on his chest. Neither of them spoke, the only noise that buzzed around was the TV playing, their own soft breathing and the mummer of Randy's parents talking in the background.

Y/n knew for a fact that Randy's parents were talking about her. She felt slightly bad for being brought here even though she felt overly safe around Randy, she just felt more and more like a burden, but where else could she go?

Her house wasn't a place she even wanted to go back to, she couldn't go to Dewey's house due to him not being there, and she didn't trust anyone else enough to even try to ask them if she could stay, so all she had was Randy.

Y/n looked up at Randy. "Im sorry" she whispered softly as she looked at him. Randy looked down at her, his brows knitted together in confusion. "What? Why? There's no need to be sorry" he said his voice low and soft as he looked into her e/c eyes.

"Yes there is" Y/n said as she sat up. "I'm nothing but a burden at this point. Hell I bet your parents are tired of seeing you run to my side or tired of seeing me come over and I bet your tired of it too I-" before she could continue speaking Randy sat up and gently cupped her cheeks with his hands.

"Hey hey no that's not true." "Yes it is" Her voice was shakey as her eyes filled with tears again. "No it's not I'm nllot tired of being by your side or helping you" Randy said softly.

"But I always need someone around...you shouldn't want to be around me you don't have to lie to me...why would you even want to be....with me?" She said as tears rolled down her face.

Her words broke Randy's heart slightly. "I do wanna be around you Y/n I always do. I don't care about anything else but helping you feel at least a little happy. And why wouldn't I wanna be with you?" He said softly as he wiped away her tears with his thumbs. As Randy spoke he saw Y/n lean into his touch ever so slightly.

"Becuase of what ...h...happened to me" she choked out as she looked away from him. She thought Randy wouldn't want to be with her after what happens...in her mind she was... disgusting...gross....dirty... why would anyone ever want to be with someone after seeing them how she was found, who would want to be with someone who was marked by the people that took her against her will? In her mind..her being loved seemed...impossible..

Randy let out a shakey breath as he looked at her. He felt bad for her, if he could take away her pain he would in a heartbeat just to see her smile again instead of being full of fear.

Randy kept his hands on her face still gently running his thumbs over the tear stained skin of her cheek.

"What happened to you doesn't change how I feel about you..I promise you that. I don't think anything could change my love for you. I don't care about anything but you and how you feel. Hell if I could I'd take away your pain. Your all that matters. Yes something bad happened to you but your still the girl I fell in love with..your still you" his voice was gentle and soft as he spoke he felt his heart ache seeing her so sad and doubting his love for her.

She didn't speak after he did, she just looked up at him. Her breathing was shakey and uneven and her body was trembling ever so slightly.

"I'm in love with you and nothing will ever ever change that" he said as he moved one hand from her face and tucked a strand of her h/l h/c hair behind her ear.

"Can I kiss you?" Randy asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. He watched Y/ns movements closely and saw her nod her head. Randy felt a small smile pull at the corner of his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers softly.

Y/n felt herself leaning closer to him, the feeling of his lips on her almost was enough to make her stop doubting the fact that he loved her.

The kiss lasted no longer than 10 seconds but those 10 seconds made Randy's heart flutter in his chest.

When they pulled away from each other Randy ended up planting a kiss on her cheek as he moves his hands down go her shoulders. "I love you so much" he whispered in her ear before moving back slightly and looking at her.

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I love you too" she whispered. A smile erupted onto his face. "Is that a smile I see?" He said playfully, he felt...happy to see her smile, even if it wasn't a full on smile it was enough to make him feel happiness rush through his body.

"Maybe" she whispers as she moved closer to Randy, and laid her head onto his chest.

Randy was still smiling as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him to the point she was practically in his lap.

Regardless of what happens Randy knew that he would always love Y/n..

(HI IM WRITING DURING CLASS BUT HOPE YALL LIKE IT :) )

#billy loomis #stu macher #stu macher x reader #randy meeks x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream #billy loomis and stu macher x reader #randy meeks #casey becker #ghostface

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astarionfixation · 2 months

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Chapter 4 - *Fu*k Eternity if Immortality Looks Like Me*

Part of "Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!" A multi chapter adventure in Astarion’s mind

Rating: Mature for Sex and CW Blood & Mentions of Death

Word count count: 3.6k

Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/138056932

I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more

** Thoughts "" Dialogue - - Remarks ++ Quotes / Memories

*I will never learn to take the sun for granted, ever*

The warmth on his skin makes almost anything tolerable, even the fact that she looks like an overexcited child on a sugar rush, skipping from one hedge to another, enthusiastic about the simple presence of plants, some of which she seems to have only seen in books. It would be charming really if he also had a chance to break his own -fast -. Not that she had much to eat: he had to force that cookie in her pocket for later though of course, when asked why he wouldn't touch food he only had to turn on the charm, with a delightful series of excuses as to why

"Breakfast? Oh, my dear, I find the company far more enticing than the food here. Why waste such precious moments with a plate when I can feast my eyes on you?”

And he knows that is way too melodramatic for her to still take on his empty flattery, but she still can’t help a smile and that makes him feel in charge of this… whatever this is… the fact that, for all she knows, they haven’t parted more than minutes since the previous night, and only when he had to keep the pretence that of course! She deserved her privacy whilst sinful droplets of water encompassed her body *and nothing else*.

“Let this finally be it darling, you’ve been dragging me through this greenery for hours now, whilst I can assure you I could have made both our afternoons so much more interesting”

She is too intent on examining the hundreth plant to even consider replying to his suggestive invitation *Pity*, but after a moment she speaks, still with a hint of the eagerness he has seen her show only when it comes to herb gathering so far.

*And the thought of me when she thinks no one’s watching*

“It’s not Mugwort, it’s Life Everlasting”

The last two words shake that part of his mind which was peeking at the surface, ready to get lost in sinful thoughts about her again

*What the !?!?!?*

Surely he heard wrong, or is she testing him? His puzzled look must give that away because she continues unprompted:

“Helichrysum is also known as Life Everlasting. It will be more than enough to prepare a tonic, there is little it won’t cure”

He swallows to gain composure even if he knows how still he has kept any and every part of his body to avoid giving anything away

“True to its name then…”

“Not quite… believe me I’ve tried.”

She continues to talk about the plant as if this truly is something she cannot help

“Decoctions, Tinctures… I would replace every single drop of blood in my body with it if it served the purpose, but the promise of its name has been greatly exaggerated”

The mention of blood reminds him painfully about his own dry throat at the same moment she sighs, her fingers keep tracing the woody stem of what seems like a pretty insignificant weed to him. Yet this is a conversation he feels concerningly drawn to, much like a moth to the flame, utterly conscious of the risk it poses and yet not remotely able to keep from prodding about it.

“Eternity then, is that what your heart truly desires?”

She nods absentmindedly, still tracing the plant with the tip of her fingers

“There are so many things that I'm set to miss”

A sigh leaves her lips and her tapered fingers halt their work on the stems of the plant.

“So many people, so many connections”

She continues, and he knows he could prod now, it would be easy to poke at her thinning barrier. In a half hearted tone he will testify in courts was meant as a joke he replies

“Is that why you asked me to stay with you last night, darling?”

And she should scoff, she should laugh, she should be led astray by where he meant to drive the conversation now, because this heavy air they have come to is not safe for discussing genuine thoughts and feelings.

When her dark eyes rise from the ground to find him she's almost… smiling? But it's resigned, and it doesn't reach her eyes, which are now fixed on him

“Believe it or not Astarion, I think I see something I know in you, and considering how slowly I'm decaying daily, I can't find it in me to be haughty and spare time I could instead spend with you for a time that neither of us might have in the future”

That is unexpectedly honest coming from the girl that stood in the light of the morning sun rays, clutching a shirt to her naked bosom as if it was the most innocent thing in the world, as if she didn’t mean all of that to be just a game to make both their resolve crumble.

“I would chance everyone shares in your predicament my darling, but you seem decidedly set on this, don't you?”

He is doing his best not to linger on the fact she’s perilously dancing on the edge of confessions way more complex than the desire she harbours for him, especially considering he should know nothing about it.

“I know what it feels like… to be just about to die”

And at that, he has to pull control from every fibre of his being not to flinch. Yet she inexorably continues, as if this had become a bloody confession.

“And ever since, time has been folding over and over in my mind, taking every joy away along with a ticking out I can't unhear. It’s all I’ve been searching, studying, looking for…”

He should be worrying, he should be aware that she might very well be tracing his thoughts just like her fingers traced the nape of his neck last night

*Surely to find a weak spot to plant a dagger!*

But he can sense the trembling in her voice, a mix of anger and fear that, despite coming from a different place than his, resembles his own feelings of complete and utter impotency at the fate imposed on him.

She shakes her head slightly and her eyes close while she inhales for a long moment, and he knows she’s trying to steady herself, confirming once again how crucial to her person this is. His mind scrambles back to the fragments of writings he found in her book that would speak of this, but he already knows his silly vanity let him scan only to find his own name committed to paper once he found the first instance, intoxicatingly tempted by discovering signs of her addiction to himself.

“But there isn’t anything… I looked” as the words leave her mouth, her gaze rises inquisitively to meet his, just as her tone ends to a slightly higher pitch.

*Is she… asking?*

Her eyes are steadily on his and he doesn’t have the time to let the silence linger on that unasked question, besides, it’s much more interesting to see what else he can persuade her to concede.

“Surely an eternal life would be valuable depending on its quality, don’t you think my darling? Otherwise you might just find yourself waking up to a nightmare that keeps repeating itself”

The moment the words leave his mouth he feels a tinge of anger directed at her because even to try and propel words from her he finds himself giving away much more than he ever planned to.

But she just smiles and shrugs, her eyes back to the little immortal plant

"Maybe I've had a comfortable and sheltered life so far, I wouldn't mind continuing it"

But he knows! He knows that’s far from true, even the little he gathered from her notes revealed unlikely similarities in the ways their choices, their bodies had become the belonging of others to play with, when praise after the beating became the only consolation she focused on, just as -many a night- he had to try and forget himself to keep going.

*Why lie now?*

“But truth is, the only immortality that awaits me is here”

Her fingers now touch the dirt at the base of the shrub, almost digging into it and a brief flash of his own fingernails bloody and covered in dirt comes to him from the night of his own first death.

“When I die, if I’m lucky, my body will be put at rest in the ground and all that awaits me is for it to decompose, feeding the next generation of plants and trees. I just wish I could accept that…”

“How morbid of you sweetling, even I have heard more legends and myths about longevity than that, surely even potential immortality, you didn’t strike me as the kind of person who would simply accept anything imposed on them”

“That’s the thing Astarion, as an elf you have dozens of my lifetimes awaiting in front of you, and whilst even that would eventually feel scarce to me, you are afforded that time. But I can’t… I can’t change what I am”

"Don't we all want to change? Be something other than ourselves for a time, to explore who we could really be?"

He will never get a chance as good as this one to poke and prod at the very real possibility that she might not recoil the moment she finds out about his true nature. And that's assuming she doesn't already know.

“What would you give for the chance to become an everlasting creature then?”

And he knows a vampire spawn like himself cannot turn her, but he suddenly sees how far their arrangement could go. Jumping ahead he can see how their interests could align and

*maybe this isn’t just the last in a series of curses laid upon me*.

Maybe she’s still so very proficient in controlling the way her emotions reflect on her face, but the traits remain placid as her fingers still absentmindedly roll the stem of the herb back and forth to the same rhythm that gives nothing away. Yet the pause was not long enough to suggest she had just come up with her answer there and then

“It would be shortsighted to give anything that I would still require to keep being the person who first needed eternity, but other than that, there’s little I wouldn’t give”

His head tilts slightly so that their eyes can meet again, because he needs to see every minuscule micro expression his next words will bring on her face

“What if all you could ever drink again was the life essence of creatures, their blood, and nothing else, but for eternity of course…”

He has barely a chance to see her eyes widen just ever so slightly, the rhythm of her breath suggesting that she’s about to answer and the fact that words would come so promptly should be a source of concern because *when would she have had time to think about that?!*...

A rustling coming from the opposite side of the glade reaches his attuned, pointed ears.

*Shit! There’s something coming!*

and before she has fully inhaled he closes the distance between them, as his lips release only one clear command whispered in her ear:

“Hide!”

With that his hand presses the centre of her chest compelling her to retreat. He knows he hasn’t been careful with his movements when in a mere few seconds he’s already at the opposite edge of the clearing and the source of the noise is now evident in the massive wild bear growling at him. There’s a vague possibility the animal might have been deprived of a few cubs when he last fed and it seems evident from the ire of it, but conversely, the delight of a meal coming to him when he usually has to scout and hunt for it almost makes him lunge.

*how appropriate to kill two birds with just one stone*

Because he will be the hero keeping her safe whilst being the monster sated in his hunger. She’s surely hiding behind a tree by now, there’s absolutely no reason to restrain and with his bite the bear will be down in mere moments. And if need be, his dagger is on him, he can even pretend that’s what dealt the final blow should she want to verify.

*Yes, those are all very good and valid reasons*

And possibly the saliva now reaching his fangs is the last thing he notices before his entire body dives and the bear does not even have time to react to him sinking his canines unceremoniously, pulling flesh and sinew without a care in the world. When the fountain of blood rhythmically rises from the jugular of the beast, it's already over and the bear has already fallen to the ground. He latches onto the open gash and when it hits his tongue It’s metallic and almost acidic but once down his throat it fills his stomach all the same. He really should not have gone hungry for days. The satisfaction and exhilaration should suggest he was really at risk of attacking someone and destroying his cover, but the thick dark fluid flows down his throat and that's all that matters now. But alas, he can tell this feast is already close to the end, no matter the pull his mouth exercises on the carcass.

With a final drag he has drained the animal and his entire upper body arches back, his eyes closing now, savouring the feeling of fullness, if only just short of satisfaction. His head thrown back as his neck extends, exposed, and he begins to feel a slight ticklishness as rivulets of blood are now making their way from his lips to his chin and jaw, past the ridge of his trachea and it’s a moment of peace if not exactly bliss, until some part of him screams preservation and he realises the dishevelment he caused.

He brings his hands to the fabric on his thighs and that’s when he realises the absolute mess he made of himself. His fingers run to his face and he can tell the blood it’s painting his features in a way that will be unequivocal to her. He would be frantically pulling at every pocket on him if the warmth of his full stomach wasn’t so naturally soothing to him, and all he can do now is just bring his fingers to his lips, sucking them and licking them clean so that no drop goes to waste. Eventually he even finds a kerchief, though…

*What a waste of silk!*

He slowly cleans the blood from his mouth with the fabric, and whilst his senses are all coming back more acutely than he could ever be gifted upon an empty stomach, there’s a languor that’s been sedated. He knows the problematics of explaining the red stains displayed on a much larger area than a blow dealt with a dagger would justify

*But I can’t give a bloody fuck right now*

His movements are dawdling and after wiping what certainly must be all the bloodshed upon him, his head lolls back, his eyes slowly open again looking upon the bear’s remains. With a measured movement he’s back on his feet and he might be feeling just a little bit more elegant, a tad bit more regal and self assured in his graceful form, standing tall.

He turns around with a delicate gracefulness to find she did follow his order: her figure almost perfectly sheltered behind a tree. The thought makes something twitch inside him

*what an obedient little thing*

A long, dark strand of hair almost covers her eyes, just not enough to conceal, and this time, for a moment, he can tell.

He can tell that she hasn’t been able to look away, though nothing on her face delivers anything like disgust or recoil at what she’s just witnessed. No, if anything he can tell by the almost imperceptible way the tip of her pink tongue peeps through her plump, red lips. It takes less than a moment, and he might have his elvish eye to thank for it, but something in her expression now feels familiar, akin to enticement

*Eager little minx, If she had ever looked at me that way before, I would have known*

The little book would have been completely redundant because, even from a distance, it's obvious how something in her yearns for him.

And right now, he can’t blame her. Right now, as his body glides with feline gracefulness, he knows she can feast her eyes all she wants because he feels magnificent himself. The life essence is bringing back each and every sense to its apex form and the sunlight feel glorious against the smooth skin of his cheeks, and her heartbeat coupled with her slightly laboured breath is a compelling evidence to sustain every word and thought she has spent over him

+Something must have happened to Astarion, something bad enough to take away his voice, his actual voice, and left him outside looking in. And I don't know how to tell him he's not alone+

And right now the memory of her words coming back to him doesn't even bother him. In fact it's almost sweet how set upon finding his saving graces she is, so much so that she might deserve a treat.

He's just a few feet away from the tree she's still hiding behind, though her one beautiful dark eye peeking has not left him since he began stalking towards her. He gets closer, his long legs lithely gliding towards her and *she can have a show in fact*.

As he reaches the tree he extends his hand towards her so he can coax her out, his voice just like honey

“You're safe now darling, but you can show me your gratitude as you see best fit, though I might have a few suggestions I wouldn't mind indulging in”

At that she moves closer and now that she's not playing hide and seek anymore he has the visual of her increased heartbeat and laboured breath depicted on the rosiness of her cheeks that somehow spread the aroma of mulled wine and flowers even more than usual. The tug at his stomach that's usually elicited by her scent is now happening quite a few inches lower and

*Fuck!*

Her dark eyes seem fixed on a spot just next to his mouth, and as she is now getting closer to him a new layer seems to be hidden in her bouquet, like the sweet tanginess of pomegranate? When she stops for an instant just in front of him, in that moment a flash of terror seeps through his boastful, post prandial confidence

*Shit do I still have blood on my face?? She knows! She must know and I'm fucked! She'll get the others to drive a stake through my heart and fuck waxing lyrical about eternity if immortality looks like… me*

And if that's the end, he concedes to himself to inhale deeply, to hold and commit her exquisite scent to his memory, and when her face gets closer to him

*she must certainly be on her tiptoes now*

Her lips are pressing on his cheek, really so close to the corner of his mouth that at any point it will become debatable whether this would account for a real, proper *first* kiss.

“Thank you, Astarion”

She breathes the words on his skin and she's so up close that it now hits him, that sweet, tangy addition to her scent that reminds him of the tart, juicy seeds of a pomegranate is there for one reason.

*Because she's aroused*

At this point it seems worth considering celebrating this feast by grabbing her waist and pushing her back against the tree, fingers immersed in the softness of her thighs until her legs wrap around his hips and he can finally pin her to the tree trunk while his long fingers move deftly under her garments and

*Fuck! Why do I keep going back there!*

He swallows to keep her scent within his insides and a long, delicate finger finds one of her dark curls to wrap around and place just behind her ear so that his fingertip can brush even just for one moment against that spot that he can finally feel beating rhythmically against his digit. His eyes move to her lips, which seem just a tad bit redder after the kiss she planted on his face, as his entire hand now delves in her hair, caressing her scalp whilst his thumb is on her check and his entire hand is full of her softness, her hair *her mind underneath* and because she hasn't even put up a pretence of annoyance he pushes his luck

“Speaking of which, you were about to open up to me, weren’t you, sweet thing? Before we were so rudely interrupted”

He lets the words linger so he can measure her response and when the hand holding her head ever so slightly pulls her closer, guiding her dark eyes to meet his crimson ones again, she just lets him, so he lowers his tone and continues…

“Can you find your words for me now darling?”

And it seems like all the emotions he can read on her face pool around curiosity, enticement. Her lips tremble for a moment and she has to swallow before her sweet breath is once again hitting his senses.

“Hypothetically… if it was to be blood…”

She reaches up on her tiptoes now, her deftly hands found a way to sneak upon him again and they are now pulling at the fabric on his shoulders as she pulls herself closer so that her cheek is now brushing against his until her next words hit directly against the sensitive outer part of his pointy ear, even though it’s barely a whisper

“You just made it look extremely inviting”.

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