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Mafia Wife [Sonny Corleone x Reader Multichapter, 18+ Smut] Chapter 1 – La Famiglia Giordano.

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18+, explicit smut read.

“You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.” / “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

“The underboss’s wife”; that’s who you are, and the whispers of enemies, family and colleagues alike know it too. You’re no stranger to the underworld of crime surrounding you including the one run by the Corleone family’s underboss; Santino Corleone. The streets run red with blood and brutality under Santino’s influence but it’s Santino who feels hit by the thunderbolt at the very sight of you—pushing away his womanizing and notorious unfaithfulness. You unexpectedly find yourself in a position of power balancing your marriage with the fate of the Corleone’s family’s future whether it be through Santino’s infamous brutality or the love he finds amidst the man he claims to be.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of violence & death / Alcohol use / Pregnancy / Childbirth.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The very first chapter of my Sonny Corleone x Reader fic is FINALLY here!! 🥰✨ Thank you guys SO much for all of the endless support and love this fic received when it was just an idea and barely typed out! I'm so glad to finally have it up. By far the most exhausting and longest part of the fic process is planning a brand new one for me, and I had definitely been much busier than usual when planning out/writing this fic which is why it took so long to write. I had to give something for the Santino girlies as I'm one myself!! 👀❤️ Please read ALL of the tags on this fic on AO3 before diving into the chapters as it'll give you a good understanding as to what the entire fic and chapters will be like. This goes for ALL fics I write! The tags are there for a reason. This fic is also 18+ only, just like all of my other works forever and always. This is meant for adults to read only. ✋🏻

Chapter 1: La Famiglia Giordano.

[ Barzini Family Estate, 1948 ]

“Nobody wants another war,” Don Barzini states, watching the ice soaking in his glass of whiskey. “Nobody wanted another war; isn’t that how it always goes?”

Don Tattaglia gives his head a shake, relaxing in the leather armchair he sits across from Barzini. “We have Sollozzo to thank for all of that.”

Having an otherwise civil discussion between two closely allied business partners and old friends, the bond Don Barzini and Don Tattaglia’s family share has been stronger than ever since Sollozzo.

Despite successfully allying together against the Corleones throughout the Five Families War and coming together for talk over business, neither Barzini nor Tattaglia can ignore the air of tension that’s formed between them now.

Barzini can easily tell Tattaglia is unnerved as he sips his whiskey again, savoring the smokey notes of the liquid over his tongue while noticing how Tattaglia is nearly chugging back his drink.

“You’re tense,” Barzini comments, somewhat surprised by Tattaglia’s behavior. “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind or not?”

“How can I not be?” Tattaglia swallows down his drink.

“You’re looking at all of this the wrong way, my friend,” Barzini gives a reassuring smile. “You’re on the winning side. The Godfather has no leverage over either of our families or—”

“Vito Corleone isn’t my concern,” Tattaglia interrupts.

“Hmm,” Barzini pauses, taking a sip of his drink again. “Then that’s a first.”

“It’s his son,” Tattaglia adds.

“Which one?” Barzini rolls his eyes. “They’re all equally useless in their own ways.”

Tattalia opens his mouth to answer before pausing for a moment; a look of absolute defeat crosses his expression, forming into regret, then helplessness. “Does the name ‘Gabriella’ ring a bell to you?”

Barzini raises a curious brow. “Maybe. Should it? Does The Godfather have another daughter we don’t know about?”

“He has a daughter-in-law,” Tattaglia answers, “Gabriella Corleone. She’s the daughter of Francesco Giordano.”

Barzini tenses for a moment, no longer focusing on his whiskey. “I… I see.”

“You know Gabriella then?” Tattagia asks back.

“Not personally, but her name was spoken often in my household. Was,” Barzini emphasizes.

Tattaglia sighs softly, giving his head a shake.

“Emilio wanted to marry her,” Barzini continues, mentioning his eldest son. “He spoke of Gabriella fondly and often, but she refused him and his advances. Now you’re telling me she’s part of the Corleone family?”

“Francesco did well hiding the news from us for the most part,” Tattaglia points out. “Everyone else must have known.”

“No, no,” Barzini shakes his head, refusing. “I don’t think of it in that way. Francesco is a dear friend. He doesn’t ‘hide’ things. He values the privacy he can give his family.”

“If you want to put it that way,” Tattaglia mumbles. “It’s none of our business, is it? She married Santino Corleone, the underboss.”

Barzini freezes in his seat, attempting to calm himself down internally as Tattaglia immediately picks up on Barzini’s shocked expression.

Tattaglia nods grimly, “do you know what you’ve done?”

“Don’t,” Barzini mutters softly, holding up his free hand.

“She’s pregnant,” Tattaglia adds. “Do you even care? Do you know what’s going to happen now? To your investments? Your wealth? Your bank accounts with Giordano?”

Barzini suddenly lets go of his whiskey glass, watching as the glass shatters to pieces over the floor and the alcohol spills free onto the wood.

Barzini covers his face with shame, feeling a knot of heavy emotions cause him to feel nauseous almost instantly with unimaginable guilt.

A heavy silence sits in the air between the two men for a minute as they ponder, having nothing else to say to each other.

“I will apologize to Gabriella,” Barzini finally speaks, raising his head out of his hands.

“You can’t,” Tattaglia frowns. “You can’t do anything anymore.”

[ 1921 ]

“Gabriella… Little Gabriella.” You’re the first-born daughter in your family to four older brothers, and the eldest to your twin sister, born just forty minutes apart.

Although your mother went into labor knowing she’d welcome two children instead of one on June 19th, 1921, nothing could surpass the joy your mother and father felt when you were born.

Just as your four eldest brothers had been born, your mother gave birth to you and your twin sister Bella at home, surrounded by two Italian-American nurses from the community who had helped your mother through her previous deliveries.

Your parents weren’t sure what to expect when your mother realized she was pregnant with her fifth child since the last four children she gave birth to were all boys.

“Will it be another boy this time?” Your father chuckled and placed his hand over the top of your mother’s seven-month-old baby bump. “Perhaps two boys?”

“Oh, please,” your mother let out a laugh, “we have more than enough boys. I would love a daughter this time around. One boy and one girl, or twin girls even.”

“What a dream that would be,” your father grinned. “It seems like we’ve had all the luck in the world for having sons. No matter,” he leaned over, kissing your mother’s baby bump gently. “Boy or girl loved all the same. Spoiled like his or her other siblings. Only two this time…” He pulled away, looking up at your mother. “I can’t wait to meet them, darling.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” your mother blushed and laced both of her hands with your father’s. “Two more additions to the family. You know what I said when we first married? About baby names?”

“I do, mhmm,” your father nodded. “You wanted to name our first-born daughter Gabriella.”

“I do,” your mother smiled warmly. “I still do.”

“Of course. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I still remember,” he gave your mother’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I hope this time we get to meet little Gabriella.”

“I hope so too, my love.”

Even before you were born, you were loved. The idea of you was loved, your name was loved, and everything and anything you could be from birth to adulthood to old age was loved.

Nothing compared to how overwhelmed with joy your mother felt when she smiled up weakly at you, tears in her eyes from excruciating contractions hitting her again and again to see and hear one of the nurses declare, “it’s a girl!”

Before your mother went back into labor to give birth to your twin sister forty minutes later, she held you in her arms and cooed to you through her tears of happiness. “Gabriella… Gabriella...”

She kissed your cheeks wet with tears as your father let you hold his finger with your tiny hand, looking down upon you with so much love and happiness.

You were born into this world loved and welcomed just as your siblings were, and just as you would always be.

Your twin sister and you were born to the Giordano family; a family that came from money which was no secret nor meant to be one.

Your father, Francesco Giordano, better known as “Frankie” by his friends and business partners, was born in Sicily, but your grandparents had already been living in and had immigrated to New York.

Your father came from a lengthy family history of educated individuals; spanning seven generations of university graduates and had graduated from Columbia University himself in 1912.

Your mother, Rosa nee De Luca, who was born in Long Island, New York to Sicilian parents, had met your father in that same year.

Having many connections or even just one to a crime family served to be the best for anyone’s interests, even those who didn’t want to get “involved” indirectly or directly, and then there are always individuals who wouldn’t mind the close ties with the mafia so as long as they stray from direct intervention or get too close, could always reap the benefits of work connections by having powerful friends in powerful places.

Your father and his family practiced the same mantra as many others; don’t get too close to the mafia to avoid getting burned, by maintaining a healthy business relationship and community friendliness.

Since the days of your great-grandfather, your father inherited the ownership of several small banks that his family had started; serving the local community and operating for middle-class families with day-to-day funds, support for home ownership, and loans.

The success of your father’s family business in banking was steady and promising, working out very well to attract a clientele of all kinds from the Italian-American community in particular.

Your father built his business connections where your grandfather left off but also started new ones with the Italian community in the neighborhood and area as well as being involved with all of the crime families himself, but with some more than others.

Everyone, including the mafia, knows Frankie Giordano to be an honest businessman who makes a living to feed his family. Your father also happens to be smart and witty about it too.

Frankie Giordano built a name for himself without feeding off of his father’s legacy and thus deepened the trust and bond the Giordano family already had with the mafia when it came to loans and money laundering.

One could say your father always went to the bank laughing, and the mafia made sure of that for the excellent service rendered by the Giordano banks.

Your father also knew that his future wife—your mother—would benefit greatly from that, and thus so would all of his and her children.

Your father had no intention of keeping the truth and ties of his business affairs from you, your twin sister Bella, or any of your brothers for that matter. He would only wait to tell you all in due time when you’d be mature enough to understand and process it.

Even if in the future and all grown up none of you were remotely interested in the booming world of business and finance, you’d at least benefit immensely from inheritance and the steady flow of wealth and investments.

Your father’s closest business partners were that of the Corleone and Tattaglia families, although the Barzini’s were getting close enough to join the list too.

Your family is protected from conflicting interests and possible hostilities between rival families because your father’s business is legal, public and there’s mutual respect and understanding of what your family’s banks provide with respect grandfathered in.

Despite Frankie Giordano’s wealth and success, your father was never the type of man to flaunt or brag—just maintaining his work ethic with dedication like none other; traits you would indeed inherit from him.

In many ways, your father would see a lot of himself in you as you grew older, such as the fact you too could see light at the end of every tunnel and that you also valued family and morals over money and power.

Such traits and beliefs made your father a true family man under times of turmoil and stress, and it also helped you understand the world around you better.

Your father married your mother, Rosa, in 1914 after almost two years of courtship with no intention to push or rush their relationship for the sake of tying the knot quickly.

Your mother comes from a family of wealthy socialites who built upon their wealth by investing and simply being connected to the right people.

Your parents met each other through a social outing when your mother’s family became all the more interested in investing in Giordano family banks.

“It’s one thing to believe in something such as love at first sight. Love can be so fickle, but when it happens to you, it changes you completely,” your mother had once told you.

The wit and cunning your mother showed growing up as a young woman were learned from family members around her and would no doubt pass on to you as well.

Through your mother, you also discovered your passion and love for art and botany, whereas your twin sister Bella felt the same and was more connected to architecture, nature, and the outdoors.

When your parents settled down and planned to have a family of their own, your brothers, you, and your sister would come from and be born into a family of love and respect that could never be unbound.

You knew from a very young age early on that your parents loved each other very much, and although all couples disagree and have their fights, you still can’t recall a single moment where you heard your parents raise their voices at each other in front of you, let alone fight or argue in front of you and your siblings either.

Growing up, all you knew is you loved and wished for the same peace and calm love your parents shared.

You don’t want to be “madly” in love; you want a peaceful and understanding love—the kind your mother and father share with each other with the kind of expectations they lived through and passed onto you.

Everything you’ve learned about love was through your parents, and it set your heart’s wants and needs as a young woman.

Your mother, who is not easily impressed by just anything, had taught you to be the same and explore your options with all things when you were a teenager.

“What pleases the eye once may not do so the second time. The world is filled with options. Your heart will know what’s best for you.”

While your mother was eighteen years old when she married your father, she gave birth to your eldest brother—Luca—in 1915.

Right up until your mother’s maternity leave, she was a private art teacher in New York City who specialized in teaching about painting; classical, renaissance, religious, and abstract.

Your mother would not return back to teaching part-time until 1936 when your sister Bella and you were about fifteen years old and the family could easily sustain and take care of itself throughout the day.

Your mother also preferred to teach part-time instead of full-time before she began to have children because she preferred to spend most of her time with the grandchildren she welcomed over the years.

Coming up to 1939, you and your sister were eligible bachelorettes in your family alongside one bachelor brother—Giani—but it would be you, the most eligible bachelorette considering your circumstances and your sister’s traveling abroad that would not only bring you upon him—Santino Corleone—but the Corleone family and their history with the Giordano’s in due time.

[ 1920, Hell’s Kitchen, New York ]

“There will never be come a day—” Francesco says, sketching out the outline of a small olive branch over a scrap piece of paper in front of him, “where they outlaw this, my friend. Never. The olive? They could not,” your father admires his sketch, darkening the two olives he drew hanging on the branch. “The olive provides too much—it does too much. You buy it from Vito Corleone—Genco Olive Oil—” he smiles up at Vito who returns the warm expression, popping a black olive in his mouth from the small platter in front of them.

“And you use it in your cooking,” your father continues, taking an olive and putting it in his mouth. “It’s too versatile, too much of a need for the average family to outlaw.”

“I can’t see any Italian family without a bottle in their home,” Vito chuckles quietly.

“Exactly,” your father points out, reaching into the drawer beneath him for a moment.

Vito glances over curiously, watching as Francesco pulls out a concealed bottle of unopened Jack Daniel’s whiskey before setting it on the front counter in front of him.

“You don’t have to worry about the repercussions of buying a bottle or whole barrel of olive oil. This though,” your father taps the back of his fingernails against the bottle of alcohol. “Is a crime. This bottle here.”

Vito raises a curious brow; amusement twinkling in his eyes as to how nonchalantly your father pulled out a bottle of unopened whiskey.

“My father’s favorite drink served on ice. Bought and sold everywhere, now it’s illegal,” Francesco chuckles, shaking his head. “Now, buying and selling alcohol is illegal. Just like that.”

“They could never expect to stop everyone from doing so,” Vito chimes in.

“Exactly, my friend,” your father begins to open up the bottle, grabbing two small glasses from the cupboard beneath the front counter at which he and Vito sit. “They never can, but they know they never could. I don’t know how much longer this silliness will last, but,” Francesco begins to pour Vito and himself a glass of whiskey, “there’s plenty more of where this came from. No questions asked, no eyebrows raised.”

A curious look crosses Vito’s eyes as he takes his glass of whiskey before glancing down at it. Naturally, he immediately begins to wonder how many bottles Francesco has, where he got them from, how he got them, and where they’ll go.

“You are the most resourceful friend I know,” Vito comments, “do I need to ask?”

“You can,” your father replies, knowing, of course, Vito’s curiosity is only normal and expected, “if we can come to an agreement first, my friend.”

Your father was the first man to lend Vito Corleone money; give him his first full loan just by knowing his full name and without any interest.

Your father gave Vito a chance—one of his first chances—without even knowing it, and through such a chance came one lucrative business opportunity after another.

If your father and Vito were involved in something, then it meant there was plenty of money to be made under the table without asking questions and with no risk of getting caught.

Whether your father and Vito formally acknowledged it or not, they were a duo of sorts.

Your father trusted Vito while knowing Vito was indeed settling the roots of his one crime family just as the other mafia families in New York were.

Your father didn’t care about Vito’s involvement in crime or anything of the sort; your father was and is a banker by trade and name, and money always talked.

With prohibition starting in 1920 with a surplus of alcohol to be smuggled from your father’s contacts in Canada, there was nothing but profit to be made from the business for however long prohibition would last.

Securing and solidifying a strong friendship already, the prohibition era would make both your family and Vito’s very wealthy from the moment Vito smiled and shook your father’s hand in agreement, knowing all the same.

That was hardly the beginning of the Giordano and Corleone family’s friendship and ties with one another.

That same year, Vito Corleone would kill Don Fanucci.

Despite the concept being thought of by everyone who had the misfortune to know Fanucci, many didn’t believe Fanucci would be outright killed.

It was merely something men fantasized about to set themselves free of the financial obligations Fanucci put forward and fears they would be killed, extorted, go missing, or worse.

Taking Fanucci out was a fantasy, nobody could do it except for Vito Corleone.

If it was anyone your father had faith in to stand up to a brutish man like Fanucci, it was Vito Corleone, but your father also didn’t expect Vito to murder Fanucci the way he did and so soon.

On that fateful day, your father was closing up his main bank’s branch for the day; having put up the “closed” sign on the front door and lowered the blinds more than halfway down.

He had not yet locked the front door since he was up at the front anyway, and your father would be able to see anyone coming to approach the bank’s entrance before they could even think of trying the door.

At that time, your father was counting some of the spare change in one of the last drawers quietly, noting that it was 5:30 PM and rush hour had fully kicked in.

Humming quietly to himself, Francesco put the spare change in his pocket before closing up the cash register and locking it with his key.

Only for a moment did your father look up to see the faint figure of a passerby without paying too much attention to it.

In a few moments from now, Francesco would lock up the bank and head home; your mother was expecting him with a hot meal on the table and she was pregnant with you and your twin sister Bella at the time.

In a good mood and having enjoyed his work day, your father slowly began to stop humming upon hearing footsteps from that same figure grow closer to the bank’s front door.

Your father knew it wasn’t someone out strolling or wandering, but rather approaching the bank directly and standing in front of the door.

Your father kept his hand over his pistol carefully concealed underneath an old polishing rag on the front counter while watching the figure’s movements by the door.

It was then that Francesco noticed who the figure was, seeing no cause for panic or alarm.

It was Peter Clemenza, and he was revealing himself to your father to avoid a bullet in between the eyes at this hour.

Clemenza lifted up the “closed” sign in front of the door and peeked his head in; urgency in his eyes and beckoning with his hands to be let in.

Your father moved his hand away from the pistol and gestured for Clemenza to enter since the door wasn’t locked.

Sighing in relief, Clemenza quickly entered and shut the door behind him instantly, wasting no time.

Your father could easily tell Clemenza was alarmed but didn’t have a look on his face that spelled it was his problem.

Before your father could barely blink or open his mouth to ask Clemenza what was going on, Clemenza immediately stated, “Fanucci is dead.”

Your father stared back at him in shock, pausing for a moment to take everything in. “What? Dead?”

“Dead,” Clemenza confirms, locking the bank door and taking off his fedora. “I came over here as fast as I could to tell you.”

“Who else knows?” Francesco asked quietly.

“Roth, Genco, and Tessio so far,” Clemenza answered, catching his breath. “This is gonna send fuckin’ shockwaves throughout the neighborhood.”

“My God,” your father muttered under his breath, smoothening out the sides of his slicked-back hair. “And Vito? Does Vito know yet?”

Clemenza chuckles, shaking his head. “Who do you think did it, Frankie? Vito killed Fanucci. Shot that son of a bitch right in his own apartment. Don’t worry—“ He holds up a hand, “Vito handled everything.”

“Does he need anything?” Your father offered, stepping out from behind the front counter.

“Yeah, but I have a feeling you already know what,” Clemenza shrugged his shoulders. “That bastard Fanucci took half of our dime each and every time. He still dealt with your bank, right?”

“He has an account here,” Francesco nodded.

“Good,” Clemenza put his fedora back on, adjusting it. “Because everything in Fanucci’s account needs to all go to Vito now.”

It was true that Fanucci’s death, it now meant his money and assets held at the Giordano banks had to go somewhere, and your father couldn’t agree more to it going straight to Vito.

Fanucci had been stingy and extra hard on Vito over anyone, despite Vito being understanding and gentle to counter each and every time.

Still, Fanucci took hundreds of dollars worth of cuts from Vito’s pay every single time and still threatened to have him killed at the same time.

Francesco had no pity whatsoever towards Fanucci or his family, and if Vito was going to be the one taking back the money Fanucci stole from him and everyone else, then your father would agree to let it happen.

After all, Francesco knew Vito Corleone wasn’t the kind of man to take all that money and spend it on himself.

Vito proved your father’s beliefs about the security of Fanucci’s money and assets being transferred to Vito’s accounts when he saw for himself how Vito spread the money back into the Italian-American community and only taking the exact fair share that he kept track of since Fanucci began taking it.

Afterward, Francesco closed down Fanucci’s account at his bank and erased all existence and history of it, so if the police came around to ask questions, there wouldn’t be a single answer available.

Having Fanucci killed wasn’t something your father expected to happen in 1920—not while prohibition was still ongoing—and by Vito Corleone’s hand, nonetheless.

At the time, the only exciting news for Francesco Giordano was that he was expecting his wife to give birth to twin babies in the upcoming year.

In 1921, you and your twin sister Gabriella were born.

Your family did not live in stress due to any direct involvement in mafia affairs or had any fears to worry about what the mafia and those associated with its lifestyle of crime were doing.

Nothing stopped your family from continuing to live out their lives as normal, peaceful, and lawful with the police and government as many see fit despite what your father had known, seen, and been involved with in the past year.

Your father promised himself that he would never do or say anything to jeopardize the safety and happiness of his family nor put his family in any situation where they would live in fear and become potential targets to anyone or anything.

After all, your father had been expecting the birth of you and your baby sister—experiencing fatherhood all over again and surprisingly to two daughters this time.

Nothing else needed to get in the way of Francesco Giordano when he was welcoming two little babies to his family. Nothing to stress out his wife either and Francesco made certain of this.

It was on June 19th, 1921 that your mother, Rosa, went into labor in the comfort of her own home for six hours to give birth to you and your twin sister.

The same nurses who helped your mother give birth to your brothers were at your mother’s side again as your father also sat with her and held your mother’s hand for comfort—wiping the sweat off of her forehead and making soft conversation.

Everyone involved kept Rosa as comfortable as they best could, remaining vigilant in observation and getting Rosa anything she may need.

“Ti amo,” (I love you) your father whispered in your mother’s ear. “Sei una donna forte e ce la farai.” (You’re a strong woman and you’re going to get through this.)

Your mother’s strength thick and thin always had your father in awe, and your father never left your mother’s side throughout the six hours of tedious and agonizing labor.

Neither of your parents will ever forget the overwhelming joy and excitement they felt hearing the nurse announce, “it’s a girl!” for the first time as your mother gave birth to you.

Your mother smiled throughout her tears as she reached out to hold you and your father teared up too, seeing that he now had a baby daughter.

Sobbing from nothing but happiness and relief, your mother held your tiny self in her arms for a few moments before her body would prepare again to give birth to your twin sister Bella in the next forty minutes.

“Gabriella, Gabriella…” Your father cooed softly, attempting to soothe you as you cried out in your mother’s arms. “Welcome to the world, my beautiful girl.”

If it was a shock to have a daughter after giving birth to so many little boys, the ultimate surprise was your parents realizing that they were having two daughters.

So many happy tears and laughter were shared in that room, relief washing over everyone and the exhaustion of labor beginning to kick in.

Your family welcomed you and your twin sister Bella to the world in 1921, and your mother and father held both you and Bella in their arms, whispering promises that they would love and protect you both no matter what; that they’d do anything to give you and your siblings a good life.

Your eldest brother, Luca, who was five years old at the time was ecstatic, as were four-year-old Romeo, Casio, and little Giani to welcome two baby sisters.

Truly, it was one of the happiest moments of your mother and father’s lives.

In 1922 as you and Bella were just little babies growing up, one thing had become all the more apparent to all men who lived in Long Island—particularly the Italian community and the one in Hell’s Kitchen too.

Crime families at this time had bonded and grown stronger with all the more influence now. They were too powerful to be considered Fanucci wannabees as they could no longer be reckoned with alone.

Such power and influence amidst crime families brought business and organization, but that also meant rampant crime and fear even if it was not always noticeable.

One had to be careful dealing with crime families for whatever reasons since rivalry, although relatively uncommon at the time did exist and caused enough trouble.

Your father was only allied with and close friends with Vito and the Corleone family at the time, so no rivalry concerned him.

“Let me know if you need anything else, my friend,” Francesco said, patting Vito’s shoulder. “I can find a way to get funds to you in Sicily in less than two days if needed.”

“I will be fine, Frankie. Thank you,” Vito chuckled and smiled at your father. “I’m very grateful and appreciative for all the help you’ve provided my family and me.”

“You know I can say the same to you,” Francesco nodded back. “I’m too used to seeing you down these neighborhoods. You’ll be missed, Vito Corleone, but this trip is just what you need, isn’t it? For family and for peace.”

“Exactly,” Vito reaffirmed, “I won’t put it off longer than I need to. Don Ciccio is a withered old man now but he doesn’t deserve to die from something so merciful such as old age.”

“I agree,” Francesco replied. “He is a vile and sick man obsessed with power. He always has been. Maybe once he’s finally out of the picture, the rest of us can peacefully return to Sicily for a family trip as we wish to.”

“Many have said the same to me before,” Vito frowned. “I doubt Ciccio will remember me, but that is exactly what I will use to my advantage. It didn’t have to be this way, but…” Vito stroked his chin, “I lost my entire family to that foul man.”

“You don’t need to justify it to me or anyone else, Vito,” Francesco shook his head. “His death is in your hands now. You know I would come to aid you if I could. Either way, I support you.”

“I know you would, my friend, which is why we must part ways for now,” warmth flickered in Vito’s eyes. I can’t do this to you; you just had your little girls and they need their father with them more than ever.”

“So as long as they get to see their godfather soon again,” your father grinned. “Rosa is expecting you and Carmela all ready for dinner. Mrs. Corleone is expecting now too, is she not?”

“Indeed,” Vito beamed. “And we are taking little Michael to Sicily for this time on this trip.”

At that time, Carmela Corleone was pregnant with her first and only daughter, Constanzia.

“Ah, little Michael,” your father’s eyes lit up. “No naughtiness from the little man, I hope?”

“He’s a good, quiet young man,” Vito let out a soft laugh. “This trip will give him more stories to listen to about Sicily since he won’t remember it when he’s older.”

“Of course,” your father smiled, “just keep that fiery Santino by your side.”

“Carmela says the same,” Vito pointed out. “Don’t worry, I will. He’s a good boy too, I promise, although he could benefit from learning more manners.”

“Can’t we all?” Laughing, the two men shared a farewell hug.

“Be careful and be well, Vito,” your father cautioned. “Enemies may still be lurking in Sicily, looking for you, especially if you seek revenge.”

“It’ll be as if I wasn’t even there.”

[ 1939, Present Day ]

The first to welcome their first children into the Corleone family with Carmela and Vito Corleone excited to welcome a grandchild are Tom and Theresa Hagen; expecting their first baby early next year.

It’s no surprise that at first all eyes were on Santino—the eldest son of the Corleone family—to settle down and start a family first instead of Tom or anyone else, despite Tom being the same age—twenty three.

The only difference between the two men in terms of settling down to have a family was that Tom is in love with an investing in his love life and marriage with Theresa, an American woman, whereas Sonny hardly knows what “settling down” means.

It’s only in Sonny’s best interest to switch from one woman to another, a one nightstand again and again with no care as to how others may see Sonny to be very promiscuous with no shame or intent to stop sleeping around to even think about marrying someone.

Celebrating the baby shower for Tom and Theresa planned today, the nature of the event to both Tom and Theresa is private and intimate, hence their invitations only being sent out to the closest friends of the Corleone family.

Only the Giordano’s, Barzini’s and Cuneo’s are invited today with the vast majority of the women helping with the cooking back inside and the men upstairs in Don Corleone’s office.

Despite the family history with the Giordano’s, this is the first time you’re attending a Corleone family event and the very first time you’ll be visiting the Corleone estate.

Your father and brothers have visited the Corleone’s numerous times previously and know them better than any other business partner or friend, but neither you nor Bella have had the opportunity to yourselves.

Bella is more than halfway through her first semester at the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna however, leaving you to be the only woman of the family next to your mother.

With the baby shower celebrations ongoing this afternoon in the courtyard of the Corleone estate to enjoy the fresh spring air and sun, men seeing Vito Corleone inside present Don Corleone with gifts meant for the expecting couple out of respect first.

Connie carefully balances one gift box over another by a table reserved just for baby shower gifts, making sure the presents don’t topple over one another from solely the sheer number of how many there are.

Arriving just five minutes after your father and brother, your chauffer passes clearance at the main gates of the Corleone estate before slowly beginning to park inside.

Your father and brothers have joined Barzini and Cuneo’s sons upstairs in Vito’s office where Sonny, Tom and Fredo also remain, but Michael—the youngest son of the Corleone family—is away at Dartmouth College for study.

Once the topic at hand ends in Vito’s office, Tom will come back out to the courtyard to thank and meet all the guests at the baby shower himself.

The rest of the men are not expected to in order to keep a low profile and spend as much time discussing business with Don Corleone as possible.

The only Corleone family member you know personally is Carmella and you’ve enjoyed every bit of time you’ve gotten to spend with her in the past when Carmela came to visit and bake desserts with you and your mother from time to time.

You know you’ll be meeting Theresa—the one expecting—and Connie Corleone as well for the first time.

“Benvenuti, miei cari!” (Welcome, my darlings!) Carmela happily blurts as she rushes down to the gates to greet you and your mother the moment you two step out of the vehicle.

“Carmela!” Your mother beams, pulling her into a warm hug. “Come stai dolcezza? È da parecchio tempo!” (How are you, honey? It’s been so long!)

“Yes, it has!” Carmela lets out a soft laugh before she cups your cheeks gently. “È passato tanto tempo perché guarda Gabriella! Adesso è diventata una bellissima giovane donna!” (It has been so long because look at Gabriella! She's all grown up now into a beautiful young woman!)

“Hi, Mama Corleone,” you giggle back, giving her a hug. “It’s so good to see you again.”

“And you as well, honey—mwah,” Carmela kisses both of your cheeks again, “she’s grown up to be such a beauty, hasn’t she?”

“Very much so,” your mother happily agrees. “And I’m excited for her to meet your girls!”

“As am I!” Carmela gestures excitedly, “come on in, ladies. All the men are already inside seeing Vito, I doubt they’ll even bother to come step out but in any case—that doesn’t matter. We’re all very excited for Theresa expecting her little one soon!”

“How far along is she?” You ask, walking into the Corleone estate grounds with your mother and Carmela.

“She’s about seven months pregnant now,” Carmela answers. “I can’t wait to introduce you to her. I know all you lovely ladies will get along just fine!”

Before you can say anything else, you step into the Corleone estate’s courtyard with Carmela and your mother to be hit with awe from the beauty of the estate surrounding you.

A gazebo stands in the further end of the courtyard with the manor itself built in a classic American style but with small details to Italian architecture.

The courtyard in which you stand in is surrounded by a blossoming garden, spotless and filled with ample enough space to host over four hundred people comfortably.

“So beautiful,” you murmur in surprise; momentarily turning back to see your chauffer placing the carefully wrapped giftboxes filled with the presents your mother and you chose for the baby shower by the table with the other gifts.

For your baby shower gift to Tom and Theresa, you picked out an abundance of cotton diapers, two bibs, three different pacifiers and a baby mat.

As your mother and Mama Corleone are lost in conversation, you look up to see a heavily pregnant woman—Theresa—rise up from her seat at her table with her hand over her baby bump.

Petite frame, blonde with bright eyes and American, Theresa’s eyes land on you as another woman approaches her by her side—a Sicilian—who looks like a striking combination of Carmela and Vito combined.

You assume this must be Connie—the only daughter of the Corleone family that your mother and Mama Corleone lead you up to now for introductions.

“Here is our lovely Theresa!” Carmela gestures to the pregnant young woman. “Seven months in with her little one already. Theresa, this is the daughter of my best friend, Gabriella. Her family is from Sicily too.”

“Hello,” Theresa shyly reaches out her hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you, Gabriella.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Theresa,” you give her a polite smile, shaking her hand back. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you!” Theresa’s eyes light up.

“And this is my daughter, Connie,” Carmela introduces Connie to you next, and you immediately notice Connie is much less shyer than her sister-in-law Theresa with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes from being introduced to you.

“Hi Gabriella,” Connie grins, “are you the only daughter in your family too?”

“Not exactly,” you let out a laugh, “I have a twin sister but she’s studying abroad.”

“Ah, lucky you! I’m the only sister,” Connie gives your hand a warm squeeze.

“I know what it’s like to grow up with many brothers around you, trust me,” you giggle back, knowing from what your mother told you that the Corleone’s are almost just as big of a family as yours and with many sons.

“Tell me about it,” Connie holds back her laughter and it immediately strikes you that Connie appears to be type of woman you can easily get along with and make the best of friends with her.

Just as warm, loving and trusting as Connie seems, you also can’t push past or ignore how you pick up an explainable kind of yearning sadness behind Connie’s eyes too.

Just as you’re thinking, Connie’s yearning to make a friend with someone like you and knowing she can easily be able to do so considering how close your families are; both of you around the same age and with familiar backgrounds.

Back inside Don Corleone’s office, greetings, congratulations and humble gift giving to Vito Corleone for Tom and Theresa’s baby shower has come to an end as Tom smiles to himself and keeps the stack of guests in the corner of Vito’s office and takes his seat again near his father.

A glass of richly aged bourbon is served for all of the men and Vito’s office door remains slightly ajar to help keep the air from getting stuffy from cigarette smoke.

“But the war,” Sonny begins, unamused, “it doesn’t mean too much for us, anyway.”

“Not at all,” your father says, shaking his head. “It’s a shame with all the bloodshed going on in Europe right now, but our interests remain the same and our assets here are protected.”

“We expect a prosperous new decade of us nonetheless,” Don Barzini adds.

“As do I,” Vito agrees. “One can only be concerned so much as to what strangers abroad are doing or how they risk their lives. We must work together so there’s no war between our families and only peace.”

“I have to say,” Tom speaks up, “to have no rivalry despite working with our families and their investments is impressive, Mr. Giordano.”

“I appreciate your praise, Tom,” Francesco gives Tom a polite smile. “In this line of work, I had to be a salesman and businessman. I hope our families can continue to be civil and work with one another. I know my wife enjoys the company of our family get-togethers and it would also be good for Gabriella as well, considering her sister is in Austria.”

“Ah, how is she?” Vito’s eyes light up in interest. “Enjoying her time abroad?”

“Indeed,” your father nods happily, “Bella is taking a varieties of courses on subjects in the arts, especially music and literature It’s good for her to broaden her horizons but I miss her, and I think Gabriella does too, of course.”

“Ah, very understandable,” Don Cuneo nods.

‘Gabriella?’ Sonny blinks, thinking to himself. ‘Who is she?’

“Michael is the same,” Vito gives his shoulders a shrug. “He is at Dartmouth now and I am proud of him for entering study in political science.”

“He doesn’t wish to follow in your footsteps, Vito?” Don Barzini smirks.

“He wants no involvement whatsoever,” Vito shakes his head. “Which is more than fine with me. Michael seeks a career in politics. I say sometimes American politics can be so foolish, but Michael can also be stubborn when he wants to. Nonetheless,” Vito places his hands down upon his desk, “I’m very proud of him.”

“Indecisive, perhaps?” Your father suggests.

“Nah,” Sonny interrupts, scoffing. “Michael wants to do everything and anything.”

“He is the youngest after all,” Tom chuckles quietly. “Then my sister Connie who is the youngest child of the family.”

“Ah, the lovely Connie,” Francesco smiles warmly, “of course. Michael is a bachelor, then?”

“All my sons are, except Tom,” Vito answers, somewhat unhappy about his answer. “Perhaps that will change, won’t it, Fredo?” Vito gives Fredo a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“Sure, Pop,” Fredo says back sheepishly.

“And Santino’s a different story,” Vito continues, gesturing to his eldest son.

“I dunno,” Sonny chuckles to himself, shrugging his shoulders. “Marriage isn’t really something on my mind just yet, you know.”

“Would you like to marry in the future, though?” Don Cuneo asks him.

“I do,” Sonny nods, “have some kids, a family—settle down, yeah. Why not? I just don’t think I got any opportunity to now but I’m not the kind of man who would push it all away.”

Vito nods, staring back down at his drink in hopes the conversation about Sonny being a bachelorette will change in the next few moments, for the sake of the Corleone family’s dignity.

Vito knows everyone else in the room is just as away of Sonny’s promiscuous behaviour and lifestyle as he is, after all.

Out in the courtyard with the ladies and you, most of the conversation continues with your mother, Theresa and Carmela, all giddy about Theresa’s pregnancy.

“Congratulations again, honey,” your mother tells Theresa, “how has it been for you so far? An easy pregnancy, I hope.”

“A little difficult, honestly,” Theresa admits, sheepishly. “It’s improving though.”

“It will for baby number two as well,” Carmela chimes in.

You turn back to Connie and smile, inviting a conversation of your own that she starts.

“Welcome, Gabriella,” Connie says to you, “it’s honestly nice to put a name to a face at last. Mama has told me a bit about you and your sister but we surprisingly never had the chance to meet.”

“I know,” you pout, “I wish we could have met one another much sooner. My twin sister is in Austria right now, actually, so she has no chance at all yet. You know, touring Western Europe when she feels up to an adventure. I’m not so lucky or adventurous though,” you laugh.

“Neither am I,” Connie admits, “it’s refreshing to meet someone like you. What’s Bella in Austria for?”

“Art school,” you reply, smoothening out your shirtwaist dress. “Art has always been a passion for Bella, mostly music, literature and art history.”

“Must run in the family then,” Connie beams at you, “mama told me both you and your mother are artists too.”

Flattered, you nod eagerly with a smile. “We’d like to say so! It runs within the ladies of the family. I adore fine art like sculpture and art history, but personally, it’s not my passion.”

“Applied arts then, maybe?” Connie offers, growing further interested in the conversation at hand.

“Something like that,” you ponder for a moment, “I prefer painting, like mama. I’ve always loved doing so.”

“Wow,” Connie murmurs to herself, “do you have any inspirations for making art?”

“Maybe not the answer you’re looking for—” you chuckle sheepishly, “but I’d honestly have to say emotions inspire me, and my environment. Even the weather—small things like that. Artists like Van Gogh and Monet also inspire me.”

“That’s amazing,” Connie brushes back a curtain of her dark hair behind her ear. “Mama had actually been telling me earlier about the private art school your mother teaches at and…I was honestly thinking about enrolling to get a feel for myself but I wasn’t entirely too sure.”

“Definitely go for it,” you can scarcely hide the enthusiasm in your tone. “Mama would be more than happy to guide you along the way too. I still attend when I have the time and you could too for passion or for credentials. There’s something for everyone.”

“Absolutely,” your mother chimes into the conversation. “I would love to show you around the school as well, Constanzia. Someday, Gabriella will have to show you her paintings.”

“I would like that very much,” Connie smiles back politely. “I can tell she’s very talented.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“She’s a nurse by trade, did you know that?” Mama Corleone adds, causing both Theresa and Connie’s eyes to widen in surprise.

“I am,” you admit, noticing how proud your mother looks next to you. “Practice and passion versus hobbies and passion.”

“Wow,” Theresa breathes, “that’s wonderful. How do you like nursing, Gabriella?”

“So far, so good,” you giggle quietly. “I’m fairly new to the practice but I’ve been tending to some injured soldiers lately. It’s practical, and I’m excited to see where the career takes me.”

“A nurse at a baby shower, how nice!” Theresa gushes.

With business conversation endlessly continuing in Vito’s office, Sonny remains to be the only one itching to get out of his seat and at least take cigarette break from the stuffy talk he has no need to contribute too.

Then again, Sonny’s more obligated to listen and consider every word coming out of Vito’s mouth wisely due to being his father’s successor and having to expect the same business talks directed towards him someday.

“You can tell Luca,” Vito gestures to Sonny, grabbing his attention. “Give him a call and let him know, since he won’t listen to Tom anyway.”

Chuckles fill the room as Sonny gives a nod, sighing in relief under his breath and beginning to rise from his seat.

You’ve just stepped into the Corleone manor for a quick bathroom break after getting some much needed directions from Connie on how to navigate the estate; unable to stop yourself from gazing and admiring the furniture and fixtures of the stunning foyer.

Remembering Connie’s words on reaching the first bathroom, you begin to head down the hallway when you momentarily stop in your tracks to sneeze.

Covering your nose, you sneeze quietly and sniffle—instantly feeling a momentary sharp prickle in your nostrils.

Blinking, you continue walking forward—albeit slowly—due to being distracted by the small throbbing pain beginning to start in your nose.

“Ugh…” You rub your nose tenderly, eyes widening in surprise to see droplets of blood over your fingers.

A split second passes before you sneeze again, realizing the culprit is the stuffy and somewhat dust filled air in the hallway getting to you.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve experienced something similar, but it annoys you to no avail nonetheless.

You cover your nose and continue heading towards where you assume the nearest bathroom is, being careful so as not to spill any blood on the mahogany floorboards or onto your dress.

“Found it yet?!” You hear Connie’s voice echo down from the foyer as she peaks her head inside the estate.

“Yes, don’t worry!” You let out a half muffled call back, spotting the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you back outside!” Connie shouts, shutting the front door behind her.

The “yes, don’t worry!” you proclaimed out catches Sonny’s interest instantly; the sound of an unfamiliar, yet sweet voice he’s never heard before.

Stunned, Sonny’s unable to focus on anything else and drowns out the chatter and noise from Vito’s office before he exits out into the hallway and shuts the door of Vito’s office behind him.

You sneeze again, whimpering out of annoyance as you feel blood beginning to trickle from your nose.

Following every sound you make, Sonny furrows his brows and walks downstairs and towards the hallway cautiously—both hands in the pockets of his dress trousers.

Only a split second later does Sonny spot you; an unfamiliar woman with your back facing him, wearing a burgundy swing dress with white kitten heels, your hair curled over your shoulders and more peculiarly, how you clutch your hand over your nose.

“Are you alright?” Sonny speaks out to you, coming closer to step into your line of view.

You blink, assuming one of the Corleone family’s bodyguards or security must have heard you sneezing and walking around the manor by now, but when you turn around you can tell just by the posture and amused expression over the stranger’s face that he’s neither.

Sonny and you don’t know one another nor have you seen each other before. You’re not even aware of what the Corleone men’s names are besides Tom and Vito, and you just learned Tom’s today through Theresa.

Blush instantly hits your cheeks as you feel your skin warm at the sight of Sonny. This man is tall with a slim but lean, fit build; sharp shoulders giving Sonny a firm build, his hair in brunette curls and his jawline chiselled with a smirk over his face.

There’s an air of confidence over Sonny and you can already tell with just a glance that he’s someone important.

You assume just by Sonny’s body language across from you that aggressiveness isn’t unheard of from him, but he seems intrigued and even friendly towards you.

“Oh, fine, thank you,” you answer back, still covering your nose. “I didn’t imagine it to be so stuffy down here.”

Sonny chuckles, stepping closer to you before taking one hand out of his pocket to gesture around to the walls. “The walls in this place are older than you and be combined. Don’t mind that.”

You gaze up at Sonny, unable to stop yourself from blushing as he gets closer to you.

You lower your hand away from your face without even realizing it, revealing your bloody nose to Sonny.

Sonny barely reacts to the sight of blood over your face but the look upon his face that he gives you doesn’t appear the way one would gaze at a stranger or someone they’ve met for the first time; the look in Sonny’s eyes may as well tell him he’s known you his whole life.

Sonny wants to ask you if he’s seen you somewhere or if the two of you know each other from some time ago, but something urges him to keep quiet, knowing the answer must be no.

Sonny’s muscles tense from a rush of arousal hitting him at the sight of you, already wildly attracted to you with no intention of denying it.

“Here,” Sonny reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a neatly folded, silk handkerchief before handing it to you. “Don’t let it bleed all over you now.”

You hesitate for a moment, not at Sonny’s kindness but the expensive cloth he’s just handed you to wipe your nose with.

A warm, playful smile crosses Sonny’s lips as he reads through your hesitancy. “You’re Gabriella, aren’t you?”

Sonny knows better. An unfamiliar woman in his house with Mr. Giordano visiting? He’s already beginning to figure you out. Luckily, he didn’t assume you’re Bella.

“I am,” blushing, you answer a little out of breath and take the silk handkerchief from Sonny. “Thank you so much…” Your voice trails off as you realize you don’t know this man’s name.

“Santino Corleone,” Sonny introduces himself t you. “But everyone calls me Sonny.”

‘So he IS a Corleone…’

“Sonny,” you repeat, feeling your cheeks stinging with blush. “Thank you.”

Sonny grins, extending out a hand to shake yours as you wipe your nose with your free one. “It’s nice to meet you at last, Miss Giordano.”

As you shake Sonny’s hand back, you feel the same current of arousal rushing through him go through you.

“We haven’t met before, have we?” Sonny finally asks, unable to shake off the belief that he’s more than just familiar with you.

“This would be the first time,” you shake your head, “it’s nice to meet you as well. I’ve yet to meet your whole family yet, but,” you smile shyly, “thank you for having us to celebrate Tom and Theresa.”

“Thanks for coming,” Sonny smirks, “you’ve probably met Theresa already but Tom will be out in a moment and then you can see him too.”

You don’t notice Sonny’s eager eyes gazing up and down at your figure a split second after.

“Were you looking for someone or something?” Sonny asks you.

“Just the bathroom,” you admit, sheepishly. “I…” Your nose has fortunately stopped bleeding, but you look at the silk handkerchief in your hand to see the crimson mess staining through it.

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Sonny scoffs; he couldn’t care less about the damn handkerchief.

“If you insist,” you begin to carefully fold the handkerchief in the palm of your hand. “It’s just about the whole reason why I came in.”

“Fair enough,” Sonny forces his eyes off of yours, gesturing further down the hallway. “Unless the whole baby shower is waiting for you to get back, I’ll help you out here. Give you a tour of the estate and every bathroom you can find in here.”

“Oh, Mr—” you correct yourself immediately, “Sonny—I would like that very much but I don’t want to interrupt what you’re doing for something like that—”

“Believe me, I insist,” Sonny interrupts, smiling at you. “Guests come first. It’s really no problem. Let me give you a proper tour around here.”

“Alright then,” you accept, smiling back at him. “If it’s no trouble with you, I’d love to.”

“Alright then, Miss Gabriella,” Sonny moves next to you, leading the way out of the hall. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Blushing furiously, you nod back at Sonny who looks over at you behind his shoulder. “I’m with you.”

There’s no doubt about it; had you refused to go along with Santino and returned back to the baby shower or simply didn’t choose to communicate or see Sonny again after today, of course your life would be different. Either way, it would have changed.

What would you know now in this fleeting moment that couldn’t possibly mean anything else to you, trusting in this influential man son to a powerful Don that you just met, feeling as if he’s suddenly wanted to treat you as someone else in his home other than a guest?

If anyone asked years from now, you would tell them the truth. Yes, you would follow Santino Corleone to the ends of the earth, to hell if you had to and beyond that to meet him in whatever life awaited you next.

This is just the beginning of what destiny has spelled out for you side to side with a man like Santino Corleone.

But for now, you follow Sonny in hopes you’ll get to know this kind stranger and the Corleone family better, because your heart is bound to give in sooner rather than later.

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𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: マキトシ

Story: The princess of Tanata

[Long Fic]

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slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 3057

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Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

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"Sorry y/n to interrupt your special time with Law…" She approaches you with a mischievous grin on her face and laughs in your ear. You frown at her as you walk side by side down the long hallway. What's up with that remark?

"Special time? Huh? What's up with you?" You roll your eyes and lightly push her away with your shoulder. Nami pouts a little, her eyes glinting at you knowingly.

"Oh come on, I've got you all figured out. Whenever you had your little lessons, you always ran around the palace with a huge grin on your face…." She stands in front of you and forces you to stop. With her hands clasped behind her back, she wiggles her eyebrows up and down like 'come on, tell me something'. You didn't realize how obviously you were behaving, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"Oh, I was just happy because I was learning new things. Everything is a bit exciting at the moment… Besides, I wasn't alone with him… Chopper was also there and together with Law they taught me about your medicine." You talk your way out of it, but you're still unsure whether Nami will buy it. She looks after you with obvious suspicion as you walk past her.

"Nope, I don't believe you! After all, I just saw how close you were sitting to each other!" You suddenly stop in your tracks. A triumphant smile appears on Nami's face.

"I also saw how much you had blushed."

She comes closer to you and grabs you by the shoulders.

"Oh come on, he just looks different from the men who live here, of course I'm interested." You reluctantly admit. When you can't brush Nami off, you try to play it cool.

"Yeah, sure, and what about Zoro?" - "Eww Zoro? He's just like Ambrosios, all muscles and pride." You look arrogantly at your fingernails and ignore Nami's gaze. You don't let yourself get down, even if Nami is pacing around you like a wild cat.

"What about Sanji?" You put your hands on your hips a little appalled.

"Listen, the womanizer might be able to cook, but before anything happens between him and me, he'll already have died of a nosebleed… Besides, Thalia likes him!" - "Okay, okay, I get it. But tell me… how come, there's nothing going on between you and Ambrosios? This guy is hot as hell."

Ahhhh, I guess I figured out Nami's type. You save that info.

"Me and Ambrosios?! No way! I grew up with him, he's like my brother and he's totally annoying." You laugh a little. "He's just like a big brother who likes to get on his sister's nerves." - "Uh huh." She looks at you again with a look that confuses you. Like she knows things you don't.

"All right… On your nerves… You're so blind! That guy has a huuuge crush on you!" Your reaction is almost disgusted and you twitch an eye uncontrollably. Maybe Nami is just crazy, but somehow you really love that about her. Your disturbed face relaxes again and you burst out laughing.

"So what? It doesn't change anything anyway." Your laughter dies down and you shake your head slightly as you start walking again.

"Uh? What does that mean?" She catches up and now you're walking side by side again.

"Well, I'm the priestess and that means I can't get married or have a romantic relationship." Nami's face goes a little pale.

"And what about your womanly needs?"

You weren't expecting such a direct and intimate question and you blush in an instant.

"Heeey! what's this all about? Do you want me to pepper you with questions like that? With how many members have you hooked up with? hmm?" You stick your tongue out at her.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave the subject at that… But I'll stick to my opinion that you really like 'Mr. Surgeon of Death'." - "Oh, think what you want." You know you can't convince Nami anyway, so you just leave it alone.

When you arrive in her and Robin's room, Robin sits on her bed. She looks up from her book and smiles gently at you without saying anything.

You're not sure what Nami has planned, you more or less just followed her without asking. Nami puts down the picnic basket and turns to face you, hands on her hips.

"Okay! You can decide y/n, do you want to talk and eat the pastries or would you rather go shopping to distract yourself?" Her dynamic nature makes you laugh.

"Can I have both?" A little shyly, you make circular movements with your index fingers. Surprised, Nami thinks for a moment.

"Yes, of course!" She opens the picnic basket and takes things out, including a bottle of wine. Meanwhile, Robin had fetched three wine glasses and poured everyone some wine. Together you sat on Nami's huge bed, which had room for at least two more people.

"Do you want to talk about why you… you know… cried?" She starts the conversation a little cautiously. Her voice took on a soft tone and there was no sign of her quirky manner. She was genuinely worried about you.

You take a deep breath and briefly consider how to start the conversation.

"What would you do if you were forced to give up your dreams?" Nami and Robin look at each other knowingly, they both know exactly what it's like to live a life where dreams have no room.

"I wouldn't give a shit what the others say!" Nami laughs as she looks at you again. The answer is perhaps charming but unfortunately not helpful. You groan a little in despair and Nami realizes that she can't comfort you with that.

"You know, I can speak from experience that life doesn't always go the way you want it to. Sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction!" She makes a hand gesture as if she's pushing someone away from her.

"A push huh?" - "Yes, exactly. I was caught in a pretty stupid situation back then, but Luffy got me out of it!" You perk up and a mischievous grin appears on your face.

"Ahh, so you're into Luffy?" You want to get back at her a little, for cornering you like that before. She grabs a pillow and swings at you. You narrowly avoid her attack and you and Robin laugh at the redhead.

"Noooo! Oh my god…! Luffy has inspired me to make my dreams come true… He inspired each and every one of us…" She says proudly as she looks over at Robin, who nods in confirmation.

"Oh that's nice… I've hardly talked to anyone about it, but those who know my wish have tried to talk me out of it…" You look sadly at your wine.

"Well… what is your wish?" She tilts her head slightly to one side and raises an eyebrow.

"I wish to leave the kingdom and relinquish my title as a holy princess…" You don't dare to look into her eyes. You don't want to see her reaction. You wouldn't be able to handle it, if one more person had something against your dreams today.

"Ah okay, and what's wrong with that?" Your face goes up again abruptly and you look at her with widened eyes. She seems so unfazed by your statement, as if you just want to try out a new hobby like drawing.

"Well, I would have to leave everyone behind and I have duties, not only as a priestess but also as a princess. I can't be replaced, but even if I could find a solution, my grandfather wouldn't let me go." The two women nod attentively at you.

"You know, your grandfather is probably just worried. It's a crazy world out there…" You roll your eyes.

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but it's not like I'm weak!" - "That's right, y/n can fight back, she's proven that to us." Robin swings the wine around in her glass as she recalls her memory.

"Yeah that's right…" Nami taps her finger thoughtfully on her lip. "That's just how family is… They always worry, and sometimes too much." She shrugs her shoulders and you begin to understand no matter how strong or what solution you come up with, your grandfather won't be able to let you go with a calm heart.

"Who else advised you against your ideas?" Robin asks you.

"Law." - "Law?" says Nami in surprise.

"Yes, Law. He said it wouldn't be a good idea to sail into the world with pirates." - "Ohh what a gentleman..." She rolls her eyes and lets herself fall a little backwards. She sighs with satisfaction as her back touches the soft pillows.

"Maybe he just wanted to warn you how hard the pirate life is compared to your princess life? No more soft silk cushions, no servants to bring you anything you want with a smile, no expensive wine, no privacy, no carefree life…" Before she can add any more points, you stop her by pressing your hand over her mouth and she looks at you in surprise.

"Yes, yes, I know all that, but it's not something I would miss, for sure." You lean back and let go of her mouth. You groan with frustration as you empty your glass in one go.

"I don't want to be adored or wrapped in cotton. Besides, I want to learn more about my powers and that's something even my grandfather forbids me to do." Nami and Robin look at you questioningly. You tell them as much as you can remember about the big disaster back then. How you unleashed forces that almost caused more destruction than the pirates who attacked you.

They hang eagerly on your lips, their emotions wavering between amazement and sadness as you tell them about it. You talk about how your grandfather sank into a deep hole and a dark year in the history of his reign followed. Until the day you woke up from your coma.

"When I woke up again, I couldn't remember anything. A few memories came back little by little, but most of them are gone. My grandfather then made the decision, to burn all unimportant or dangerous scripts and hid artifacts about the Taimu Taimu fruit, so that I would never be able to unleash my true potential." - "But that only means you can't fully control your power..." Robin interrupts you. You nod at her with a smile.

"Maybe so, but explain that to the king." You shrug your shoulders "And your uncle? Can't he help you?" - "Zelos? He would never go against the king's word. He already gets himself into enough trouble to help me, but he can't do anything about it himself."

Talking to the girls was like balm for your soul. In the palace, you have no one you could talk to so freely about such things. Even though Thalia is always there for you, you can't even tell her certain things. You feel a bit bad because you don't even believe that Thalia would shun you. If anything, she's the 'don't just live your life, love it as well' type of girl.

"Hey, you look so sad again. You should try this!" Nami appears in your field of vision and holds up a pastry to your face. Chuckling, you take the treat and bite into it. It's so fluffy and sweet.

"Hey y/n what do you say? How do I look?" Nami grabs her attire by the sides and turns slightly in front of you so that you can see her from all sides.

The tight fitting of the satin gown emphasizes her figure and the folds of the fabric drape elegantly over her various curves. Colorful accents in soft shades of pink and gold are set into the fabric. The color is definitely hers.

"It looks so good on you! But there's still something missing!" You walk through the store while a few attendants trot after you, with dresses in their arms. You go to a stand where bracelets with silk shawls are hanging, searching for a certain color. Your eyes widen in delight as you find the perfect one.

You walk back happily with the bracelets in your hand.

"Here, you have to attach these to your upper arms. The fabric will blow behind you like a veil." You help her put the hoops on and smile at her as you take a step back to have a look at Nami.

"Aww those are so pretty! That rose gold goes really well with the gown and the veils even glitter slightly in the light!" Enchanted, she looks at herself in the mirror.

" I have to say, Princess, your country has such a romantic taste in fashion." - "If you say so." You laugh into your hand.

"What about you?" - "Me?! No no, I certainly have enough dresses in the palace." You cross your arms in front of you.

"But there's another store I'd like to go to." - "Oh yeah? Where do you want to go?" she calls out as she changes in the fitting room.

"There's a little bookshop here and the owner is an author himself. My favorite author, to be exact, and he's published a new book that I have to buy!" By the end of your sentence, your excitement was hard to ignore, you've been waiting for him to finish it for ages now. It's a sequel to a romance and the first part pretty much ended in a cliffhanger.

Nami steps out of the cabin in her own clothes. One of your servants stepped right up to her and held out his arm.

"Lady Nami, let me carry this for you." He spoke politely.

"I could reaaaally get used to this!" Laughing like a little princess with her nose up, she put her clothes on his arm. This would look arrogant on someone else, but Nami just has such charisma that you can't really be mad at her.

You hook yourself into her arm and walk towards the exit together. The shopkeeper thanks you for your visit and gives you a respectful bow.

"Hey wait!" Nami stops in her tracks and you fall back, a little in surprise.

"I forgot to pay for this!" As she turns back around, you hold her tightly and shake your head.

"Don't worry about it, the owner will just send us the bill and Grandpa will pay it." You gasp a little as Nami jumps into your arms with hearts in her eyes.

"This is a DREAM!" She cries wildly and the servants all rush to help her with tissues.

On the streets, people greet you with happy faces. They love you. They cherish you. They worship you… Of course you like attention but it always feels like they only love what you do and not who you are. With your distinguished manner, you return every wave, smile and chat with anyone who comes your way.

That's part of your job as a princess. You must be kind and generous to your people, because the harmony in Tanata depends on the royal house and the stronger the bond between the people and the royal house, the better.

"Hoowww you haven't finished it yet?!" You rest your arms on the counter in despair and hang your head.

"I'm sorry princess but somehow I'm lacking a bit of inspiration…" The bookshop owner is just as depressed as you are and you both compete in sulking.

"Inspiration?" Nami wonders.

"Yes, somehow everything I have in my head is so dull and nothing new…" The owner grips the back of his neck a little ashamed.

"Oh come on, this book is my only chance of romance." You cry like a waterfall. You've read the first part so many times that you have it all memorized by now. When you heard that he was writing a second part, you immediately rushed to his bookshop to confirm the rumor.

"Sorry princess… I was hoping I could get some inspiration from your guests, after all, today is the party for little Princess Megara!" Hope sparkles in his eyes.

"Shit!" slips out of your mouth and you quickly put your hand over your lips. Your servants and the bookshop owner react in shock.

"Your Highness, please watch your language!" you hold back the eye roll and smile apologetically at them.

"I completely forgot that today is the big banquet for the birth of Megara… we should get back to the palace Nami!" You grab the redhead by the hand and stormed out of the store.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry!" you look over your shoulder at her "I still have to prepare the present for Megara!"

Back in the palace, you hurry into the dressing room and search through all the drawers until you come across a small chest. You pause for a moment as you hold the small blue chest in your hands. Your fingers run over the engraving and a small stab goes through your heart.

"Did this belong to your mother?" Nami asks when she sees the name on the chest.

"Yes." You say in a low voice. You hesitate slightly before you finally bring yourself to open it.

On a small cushion lies a beautiful laurel crown with unique details. The crown is adorned with fine moonstone dahlias and carefully you hold your mother's crown in your hands.

"It's beautiful." Nami swears.

You carefully place it in a flat gift box and tie a bow around it.

"I think it will look very good on Megara." You both smile at each other and leave the room together.

"Well then, let's get dressed up for the banquet!"

After you and Nami went your separate ways, you went to change your clothes and Nami went back to Hera's palace. You agreed with her that you would pick up the whole gang, when it was time for the banquet, so that you could all go into town together. When the time came, you started to get a little nervous. You're really looking forward to the party.

Arriving at the huge door of the Heras palace, you take a deep breath before stepping inside. As you open it, you are immediately struck by the sight of Law in the hall, talking to Zoro and Ambrosios.

He looks simply incredible in the traditional attire... You try to control your face as the guys notice you.

"Hey hey heeey, Ambrosios… What are you doing here?" You try to make your expression look like you're surprised by his presence. The warrior rubs his eyes as his gaze fell on your cleavage.

"Princess?!" He eyes you up and down. "Is that you? Yes, it's you! I thought I saw an angel…" He runs his fingers through your hair and smiles charmingly at you. You stick a finger down your throat in a symbolic gesture and imitate a gagging sound. You think of Nami's words, but no matter how hot he is, he doesn't trigger anything in you. In your eyes, he's just a typical heartbreaker.

"Distance big man." You turn away from him. Your eyes go around. The hall is large and the nearby fireplace room is always open. A few pirates have gathered there, the only ones you haven't seen yet are the girls Ikkaku, Nami and Robin.

"The girls aren't ready yet?" - "Nope, it'll probably take a little longer. Women…" Zoro answers you somewhat sneeringly. You have to laugh at his comment and playfully nudge him in the side so that his robe, which he must have struggled to put on, gets loose.

"Don't say that so loudly you greenhead, you know how hard it is to get into those clothes. The women's clothing is actually much more complicated than the men's." Ambrosios comes close to you and strokes your shoulders.

"And much nicer." He winks at you. You shake his hands off before he starts to laugh. He whispers 'Don't be like that' but you don't respond. He just wants to play with you.

"Law, did Bepo get my present?" you clap your hands together and get a little closer to him. You asked Law to give Bepo a cloak that you got specially tailored for the mink.

He no longer keeps his distance when you approach him, he's gotten used to it over time. This is good for you, as you no longer have to be ashamed because he always reacted a little awkwardly.

"Yes, he even wears the cloak." He mentions coolly while pointing at the polar bear. Your eyes follow his elegant fingers. For a moment, your gaze lingers on his tattoos. The black color on his knuckles flatters his skin color.

When you catch the sight of the bear, it leaves you flushed and you run into the mink's arms.

"Awww Bepo! That looks so good on you!" You literally jump into his face as you wrap your arms around him. The polar bear returns your hug and rubs his cheek against yours.

"Hehe… you're the one who looks gorgeous!" - "Awww you're so cute!" Gently, the Mink lets you down onto the floor, being very careful not to step on your gown.

You're always fabulously dressed either way, but today's outfit was a little more revealing than usual. After all, it's a party and you wanted to be a little more daring. Not only are you showing a little more skin, but your robe is tinted to match your eyes and it's obvious from a distance that you're wrapped in only the most expensive fabrics. Jewelry on both arms and a long veil is attached to your shoulders which blows slightly in the wind when you walk.

When the girls came into the hall and you were sure that everyone was there, you set off together into the city, to celebrate the birth of the new Princess Megara.

Excited already? I definitely am XD The banquet will surely be a pretty long chapter so I have to finish chapter 15 like this. If I had continued, I would have had a hard time finding a cut. I'm looking forward to writing the banquet chapter for WEEKS, so you can be sure I'll post it this week :D

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treysimp · 2 years

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Trick Or Treat! (Part 3)

(GN!Reader/Ruggie / Jack / Leona)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 (This one!)

Rating: T

Introduction: After the Ramshackle ghosts had whipped you and Grim up some intensely cute wizard costumes, you decided that you were going to go hunt down all of your friends and offer them a trick or a treat! Which one will they choose?

Tags: Reader’s body not described nor are pronouns used, fluff, kissing the homies good morning, friends to flirting heavily, sorry for all of you that are good cooks I decided that Reader-chan is not for this one (you can blame the Ramshackle kitchen if you want), eating baked goods (food and food consumption warning)

Words: 2k

Author’s notes: We getting hella smoochies in this fic folks.

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Now that you had finally escaped the heart-pounding grip of your Heartslabyul besties, you were making your way to the Savannahclaw booth at Grim’s request.

It was an almost shockingly impressive sight.

While you loved the graveyard that the previous location was at, the shimmering shipwreck felt so mysterious and surreal. You recalled that they had a pirate theme, and looking upon the stranded vessel on the shore you felt almost hypnotized with the curiosity of wanting to see what treasures lay hidden inside.

It wasn’t all that crowded, but making your way to the stamp location was a bit more harrowing than expected. Due to the plethora of Savannahclaw pirates who were ready to try and jump-scare you around every turn, your voice was getting a bit more hoarse by the minute.

You felt a little more pathetic with each yelp of surprise, but since Grim was already bawling comical tears, you were trying your best to not have both of you sobbing in fear.

Much to your chagrin though, the sudden grip of a hand around your wrist startles you into another undignified scream as you feel yourself being pulled inside a hidden door with a snap.

It was completely dark, and you couldn't see a thing. Other than the fact that you could tell someone else was in here with you, you were completely clueless.

Well, that was until you heard the laughter anyway.

“Shyee-hee-hee you should see the look on your face! Priceless!” Giggles your fluffy-eared captor, eyes watering from breathless laughter.

“Ruggie!” You exclaimed, slapping him across the chest. “You scared the shit out of me! I was about to start swinging, you know!”

You huffed, crossing your arms and glaring at the ground to try and obscure the embarrassment at both the shrillness of your screaming and how close this little broom closet had pressed the two of you together.

You could feel every minty breath of Ruggie’s wash over your skin with his unending giggles, it was an overwhelming sensation.

“Hit me again, maybe you’ll feel better?” Ruggie said teasingly, leaning his head against the wall that your shoulders were pressed so firmly against.

What was with everyone invading your personal bubble today? Did Twisted Wonderland have some weird Halloween tradition you were unaware of?

“I think you should give me that bag with my name on it first though,” Ruggie added, bringing his face dangerously close to your own.

You looked down at your pail only to see that the plastic bag was already in Ruggie’s hands.

“What’s the point of stealing it when it was for you in the first place?” You said with a frown.

“Aww, come on. Seeing the faces you make is reward enough.” He laughed, eyes sparking at the glare you gave him.

You bit back a retort at that one. Ruggie clearly was just trying to tease you and it wasn’t worth playing into it.

“Fine. You got cookies and got to see me scream. Happy?” You huffed.

“Hmm… I can think of one more thing I’d like?” Ruggie said, playfully tapping his chin in thought.

“Such as?”

“I’ve read that a kiss from a cute wizard can give you good luck?”

For the nth time today, you could feel the blood rush and settle on top of your cheekbones. What in the world had gotten into these boys?

“Fine.”

“…if that doesn’t work, then-!” Ruggie’s eyes got almost circular in surprise.

“Fine?”

“Fine.” You repeated.

“Oh ah… I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.” Ruggie flustered. You took a bit of joy in being the cause of someone else’s embarrassment today for once.

You pinched your nose as the awkward silence grew. At this point, you just wanted out of this closet.

Taking a step forward, you placed a palm on either side of Ruggie’s head and planted a kiss on his soft hair. As you removed a hand, you took the opportunity to stroke the base of his hyena ears, which caused him to lean into your touch ever so slightly.

Throat dry, eyes wide, Ruggie stared at you for a moment.

With a heady swallow and a cough to clear his throat, he muttered a quiet ‘thank you for the luck’ and reached behind you, pushing a near-invisible hinge that re-opened the door that he had snapped you up from.

Grim, who was seconds away from burning the wall down to get you back out from the trap door, was very relieved.

After Ruggie’s devious detour, you felt incredibly relieved to see Jack waiting at the booth for visitors.

Eyes bright, Jack cutely put up his hands into claws and gave you and Grim an enthusiastic, “Happy Halloween!”

You were delighted to see how cool his costume looked on him and also incredibly relieved to spot a large bowl of candy on the stamp table.

That got rid of one possible problem.

“Jack! You look so awesome!” You exclaimed, delighting in the way that your friend visibly puffed up at the compliment.

“You look great too, Prefect. You really should see Leona though, out of all of us he looks like he could be the real pirate.” Jack said modestly, clearly trying to change the subject rather than take the compliment.

His bashfulness was always so cute for such a tough-looking guy.

Shuffling up to make pointed eye contact with the candy bowl, Grim hollered out his new favorite words:

“TRICK OR TREAT!”

Jack's face split into a sweet smile, grabbing a handful of candy and dropping it into Grim’s bucket.

Grim was ecstatic upon seeing the haul and immediately sat down to begin cataloging his newly acquired loot like a crow with its collection of sparkly garbage.

Well, he did eat like garbage sometimes, you supposed.

“Prefect?” Jack called quietly, extending a candy you hadn’t seen before out to you in his palm.

“I saved this one for you. You mentioned how you liked the one I gave you before, so…”

Oh! That sparked a memory. Jack had shared a small sweet from the Sunset Savannah with you the other day, this must be another one of those.

Taking the piece of candy carefully in your hand and cradling it like a treasure, your heart felt a little warmth that Jack had remembered something you had said so off-handedly.

“Thank you. I brought you something too.” You said, handing him his cookie bag.

An emotion you couldn’t quite place flickered over Jack's face for a fraction of a moment.

“For me?” He asked, eyes darting back and forth between the cookies and your face. You couldn’t know what this means, right? He bit his lip.

No, even other non-beastmen Twisted Wonderland inhabitants probably didn’t know. The tips of his fingers were tingling at the thought.

Maybe he would have to tell you someday.

What would you think if you knew?

Unluckily for Jack, you took his extended silence as displeasure.

“You like cookies, right? Um... if you don’t, I can also make you something else?” You offered, hand reaching to grab back the bag you had given him.

Jack shook his head so fast you were worried that he might get dizzy, protectively holding your cookies to his chest and then quickly stuffing them in a hidden pocket of his frock coat.

“I love yo-them. I love cookies.” He said affirmatively.

You were curious just what he was about to say before he corrected himself, but if you knew anything about Jack it was that he was good at keeping his mouth shut when he was done talking.

“I’m glad.” You said with a laugh. “I’m sorry we both took so much time. I’m sure you have other people to help." Walking over to scoop the candy your buddy had laid out on the ground, you helped Grim to his feet.

"Grim, let’s get to the next place, okay?” You said, extending your hand to hold the paw of the feline.

Grim looked at you puzzled, and then over your shoulder at Jack meaningfully.

“You ain’t gonna kiss him too? Everyone keeps asking for you to kiss ‘em today…” Grim asked curiously, feigning innocence with the question.

He knew exactly what he was doing though, as evidenced by the soft gasp that escaped Jack behind you and Grim’s innocent expression curled into a devious grin.

‘You little jerk’ you mouthed at him, before turning on your heel to look back at Jack.

He seemed exceedingly flustered, eyes wide in shock.

“You’re um… giving out..?” Jack couldn’t even get himself to finish his sentence.

“People keep either asking for or giving me kisses for some reason,” you say with an awkward laugh, “If you…”

“Yes! I mean-! I don’t want to be left out? No! Um…” Jack seemed deeply conflicted, switching between a volley of emotions between stammers.

It did seem like he wanted the kiss though. Well, you could do that much, right?

Slowly stepping closer to the handsome wolfman, you reach for his chin in hopes of coaxing him within kissing distance.

His skin is burning hot, and for a moment you thought he might not have been realizing what you were trying to do, his unfocused eyes scanning over your face.

It seemed like the message got through to him after a moment though, as he hesitantly got his face close enough to yours to touch.

Leaning forward, you planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, quickly separating from him with a giggle.

Jack’s hand shot up to touch the spot your lips had brushed against, but you could swear that he had visibly brightened from the contact.

“What’s this I hear about you going around smooching the student body, herbivore? You lost a bet or something?” A familiar voice laughed from behind you.

Spinning around to see the sudden company you had gained, you spotted Leona casually leaning against a wooden beam. His white teeth were practically glistening with each sardonic laugh that escaped his perfect lips as he tilted his head curiously at you.

How did Leona always seem to find the exact time to show up in order to ruin the moment?

“What, are you jealous?” You counter, eyebrow raised and fists planting onto your hips. “Better ask fast if you want one, me and Grim were just about to leave.”

Leona was silent, staring off at something on the wall behind you rather than making eye contact. He seemed to be thinking uncharacteristically hard about something.

“Y’know… I was considering going sightseeing to scope out the competition. The ah… Stamp Rally competition, that is. Should I tag along with you? I do love seeing all the weird trouble you can stir up.” Leona said, his grin growing impossibly wider.

You weren’t sure exactly what Leona was expecting you to say when he had the whole conversation with himself just now.

To his credit, Leona seemed to have done a great job convincing himself of his proposal by the end of the last sentence, because his hand had made it around the crook of your elbow and was dragging you off of the ship.

“Jack, you’re in charge while I’m gone. Don’t let Ruggie sell off too many of the props, alright?”

“Aye, aye captain!”

You sighed. Here we go again.

“So where exactly were you goin’?” Leona drawled, his grip on your arm one degree away from discomfort.

“Diasomnia's booth. So, Ramshackle. I guess.” You replied, hoping that the prospect of seeing Leona’s least favorite fellow dorm leader might dissuade him from whatever this weird whim was.

“Ugh, really? Fine, but you owe me.”

“I didn’t ask you to come along, you know.”

“You didn’t have to. Not with you looking like a helpless sheep in the middle of my den of wolves. Keep that up and we’ll have a problem.” Leona groused, pulling you to walk faster.

“Ugh, I don’t get you.” You complained, shooting Leona a weak glare.

“That makes two of us, sheepy.”

Leona is gonna get more time to shine next chapter, I just wanted an excuse for him to argue with Malleus, haha.

What do y'all wanna see happen? Any guesses?

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can you please do one of wanda and nat x child reader and getting them to do homework and eat hahahahah i love ur fics btw it makes me feel so warm

✒ Pairings: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary: Wanda and Nat try to get you to do your homework and eat your vegetables.

✒ Tags and Warnings: Homework, stubbornness, fluff, anxiety, making friends

✒ Author's Note: I really appreciate the request! I thought this was such a good idea, hopefully, I did it justice! Sorry, it took so long. To the other requests in my inbox, I am sorry I am so slow but I will be getting to them, they're all so good :)

✒ Word Count: 4744+

✒ Read Time: 24 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU : Socials

“It sounds like a good opportunity, I don’t think it’s ever really too early to start” Nat urged.

“I guess, but she’s just so young,” Wanda claimed as she moved to join her friend on the couch.

“They’ll all be her age, it’s just for a week,” Nat insisted.

Nat had found a program for young children to learn science and math for a week, it was kind of like a day camp. The parents would drop off the young children daily for 4 hours of hands-on learning. She thought this would be good for you since you have been following very closely in Peter’s footsteps when it comes to his interest in math and science. It would also introduce you to a school setting so that it isn’t so far out of your comfort zone next year when you go to attend preschool.

To be truthful, you and Wanda were all Nat could think about lately. She wanted so badly to be there for you two, to help you achieve success and be given opportunities that she could’ve only dreamed of at your age. This sent her down a rabbit hole searching for events or activities you could take part in. Most of them were geared toward older children, but the science camp stated all ages so she jumped on it.

Wanda was hesitant about the program, she didn’t want to push school onto you too early. You should be able to enjoy the time before it completely takes over your life for 14+ years. Nat had a point though, it’s only a week and you would probably really love it. She wasn’t sure how you would react to being left without her all day though, hopefully, now that you have been coming out of your shell the process would be easier but it was hard to say.

Though, it’s inevitable that this will need to happen eventually. One week of practice would be helpful to smooth out the process once it's mandatory. Wanda really admired the way Nat was so enthusiastic about this program, like the way her voice became more animated and expressive. Wanda could hear the slight rise in her tone as she described the activities that you’d get to experience, and the way she leaned closer in proximity to show off the different amenities on the webpage had Wanda holding her breath and overthinking every little movement of her body. As she got lost in the sparkle in Natasha’s eyes, she couldn't help but scrutinize herself for making everything so awkward, ‘don’t move, don’t breathe. Okay, breathe but slowly. Does she notice? why is this making me feel this way? It’s not like we’ve never been close to each other before.’

“What do you think?” Nat jolted her from her spiraling thoughts, both mentally and slightly physically as Wanda startlingly looked at her. Of course, she hadn’t been paying attention to a thing Nat was saying, but she couldn’t know that.

“Hmm, yea that sounds great,” she admitted, hoping she hadn’t just agreed to send you to a shield boot camp or something that only Natasha would find fun.

“Really?” Nat was beaming at the fact that Wanda liked her idea and genuinely hoped you would have a great time.

“Ye- yea, I mean, it’s just a week and she’s going to have to get used to spending time without us.” Wanda went on to explain.

Natasha's heart skipped a beat. Us. She knew what Wanda meant by it and even though she recognized it wasn’t anything that she should read into, Nat couldn't help but analyze it. Such a simple phrase, but it had the prospect to hold so much meaning. Wanda had included her in her vision of your future, as a unit, as us. In reality, Wanda knew Natasha would always be there for you, but Natasha couldn’t help but feel a wave of warmth and happiness wash over her at the thought of it meaning something more, causing her cheeks to flush and a smile to form on her face.

When Wanda and Nat told you about the camp, you were initially really excited, until you found out that you’d have to go alone. Sure, they would drop you off, but then they would leave, and then, who would protect you if something went wrong? Who would be there to hold you when you got nervous around the crowd of unfamiliar faces?

“Mama?” you broke the silence as you sat snuggled into her side on the couch of the common room, enveloped in mostly darkness except for the soft glow from the television.

“Yes, detka?” she glanced down at you as your head tilted up to meet your eyes with hers.

“Do I have to go to da sciewence schoowl?” you asked softly, just barely above a whisper, not wanting to make trouble but you couldn’t get the fact that you would have to go alone out of your mind.

Wanda immediately shifted her full attention to you in an attempt to create a safe and open space for you to express your worries, “I thought you were excited?”

“Well, I am- I was, but, I don't want to go wiffout you or Natty.” you admitted as you translated your fears from thoughts into words.

"I see, I understand that you're feeling nervous about going without us, and that's completely okay, my love. It's natural to feel a little anxious when we step out of our comfort zone," she said as she gently rubbed your arm in soothing motions. She wanted to help you work through these feelings instead of blocking off new opportunities due to fear. In the end, she wouldn’t force you to go, but she would do everything she could to get you open to the experience.

“You know, even adults get feelings like these when they're about to try something new or go to unfamiliar places. I remember when I first joined the Avengers, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves. But you know what?”

“What?”

“It turned out to be an incredible journey filled with wonderful people and unforgettable adventures. I got to meet my two favorite people in the whole world"

“Me?” your expression shifted from nervous to curious, as you wondered where Wanda was going with this.

“Yes you, and Nat,” she says unable to mask the smile that forms near automatically from the mention of her best friend.

“What if, der is no one der for me?” you wonder

"You will have so many other kids there that are your age that you can make friends with, malysh"

“What if dey don’t wike me?” You were genuinely worried about meeting other kids your age. You’ve only ever been around adults and you weren’t quite sure what to expect. Would they all already know each other? Would there be a certain way you were expected to act around them?

"What’s not to like? You have the kindest heart and the most beautiful spirit of anyone I know.” she was speaking from the heart as she genuinely believed what she told you. Wanda watched you go from this scared little girl who was being held captive in a Hydra base to a kid who gets excited to talk about the solar system and wildlife habitats with Peter. She watched you open up and accept these people, even the men on the team, into your life despite your wariness. She’s sure you are capable of anything you really put your mind to, “Making friends has one simple rule and if you follow it, it's practically foolproof, do you know what that is?”

You just shook your head in response, waiting for her to continue.

“Just be yourself. If you do that you'll attract real friends who appreciate you for who you are," she said as she tapped your chest, pointing to your heart.

“Be myself?” you wondered what it meant as you repeated the words on your own tongue. You don’t recall ever acting like someone else. “Who else would I be?”

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle at your innocence and how cute you were, “Some people try to change for others. They change their personalities, their opinions, and sometimes even their looks just to fit in with other people.”

“Oh. so, wike, pwetending?”

"Exactly! You are capable of so much more than you realize, my little one. Have faith in yourself."

You thought over her words as the show continued to play in front of you on the TV. You were so close to being on board with it, but you couldn’t get over the possibility of being stuck there without a way out. The way Wanda spoke so highly of you, gave you the confidence you needed to believe you could make friends, but what if everything really did go horribly wrong, would you be stuck there all day?

“Mama?” you continued the conversation after a few minutes of watching tv had passed.

“Hmm?”

“I want to go to da sciewence schoowl, but what if I need you when I der?”

Wanda thought about this for a moment, You're far too young to have a cell phone, but a communication line wouldn’t be such a bad thing for you. It could help calm your anxiety and in her line of work, anything could happen so it would make things safer.

“Well, if there is something really important, you can tell your teacher and she can get ahold of me,” Wanda explained. You didn’t seem too satisfied with that answer though as you gave a somber acknowledgment. What if you weren't able to get the teacher's attention, or the teacher just plain refused, the plan just didn't seem very solid.

Wanda could see that you weren’t content with her solution, “Or I can show you a trick,” she offered.

Your face perked up, immediately intrigued, your little hands clutching a stuffed toy tightly, gazed up at Wanda with wide-eyed wonder, “a trick?” you asked

“Close your eyes, my little one,” Wanda explained and you did as she instructed, “now, take a deep breath. Imagine a warm light surrounding us, enveloping us like a soft, protective blanket. or a big fluffy cloud”

As you sat with your eyes closed, a serene smile graced Wanda's face. She concentrated, allowing her own powers to flow through her, and extended her thoughts toward you. With a gentle touch of her mind, she created a bridge between your thoughts, a telepathic connection unique to you.

"Now, detka," Wanda whispered, "I want you to think of something you want to tell me, but without saying it out loud. Just focus on the feeling and the words in your mind."

Your brows furrowed and your face scrunched in concentration, your little face reflecting the effort of trying to convey your thoughts through this newfound connection. Wanda could feel your tiny mind reaching out tentatively, like a fragile thread stretching between the two of you.

With each passing moment, the connection grew stronger, and soon your eyes fluttered open, revealing a mixture of surprise and delight. "Mama, can you hear me?" your innocent voice echoed softly between your minds, blending with the quiet hum of the room.

Wanda's heart swelled with joy as she nodded, her eyes shimmering with pride. "Yes, dorogoy, I can hear you!" she exclaimed, "Our thoughts are connected now, and no matter where we are, we can talk to each other like this. Whenever you need me, I will be there for you,” she explained.

In that magical moment, your minds intertwined, You two shared a connection that transcended words. With telepathy, you could communicate your deepest thoughts, dreams, and feelings, strengthening the unbreakable bond between mother and child. Perhaps most importantly to you though, you were able to reach Wanda without the confines of distance.

As you sat there, immersed in your newfound ability, Wanda couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of it all. She knew that this telepathic connection would serve as a source of comfort and reassurance for you, a constant reminder that you were always connected, even when physically apart.

With that, you were content with the decision to attend the science camp. Not only that, but you were excited again. Instead of focusing on the parts that worried you, you were able to shift your focus onto all the exciting things you were bound to learn and discover. Your mind ran wild with outrageous theories, like discovering fossils or trying to figure out the speed of a flamingo by simply racing beside it.

The first day of camp approached rather quickly. In the days leading up, you would often use your new ability to have silent conversations with Wanda. Sometimes you would do it to practice and make sure that you still could when you needed to, and other times you did it to express feelings and emotions that you had trouble translating into words.

Wanda and Nat were both there to drop you off on your first day, you were less nervous than they expected you to be which they were grateful for. Now that you were able to contact Wanda you felt safe in exploring new experiences alone, and maybe that's because you never felt alone, because she would always be there for you if you needed.

The camp was divided into different age groups. The majority of the kids were 4th and 5th graders, but there was a small group of children your age. Wanda and Nat were grateful that you would have enough children to socialize with but not so many that it would seem overwhelming. Hopefully, with the smaller group, it would be easier to make friends.

In fact, you didn't even get to the classroom before you made your first friend, “Hi, I’m Matthew, what's your name?” you turned to the voice that spoke behind you, “Hi! I’m Y/N” you greeted. “Y/N! Dat’s a cool name! You wike space too? I wove space!” he mentioned as he noticed your shirt that showed a playful astronaut floating in space, holding a slice of pizza in one hand and giving a thumbs-up with the other reading Pizza Planet Explorer, “Wanna be fwreinds?” he asked.

You were caught off guard by how quickly he spoke and became distracted, but of course, you wanted to make friends and you already had something in common, “Yes, we can be fwreinds, I love space too. My favowite planet is Saturn” you enthusiastically replied.

“I wike Jupiter da most cuz it’s da biggest,” Matthew responded.

The two of you sat next to each other throughout the demonstrations and even shared a table at lunch. Wanda had packed you a container of yogurt, sliced strawberries and baby carrots, and some Mini turkey and cheese roll-ups which were basically just a turkey sandwich rolled into bite-sized pieces for easy eating. At the bottom of your lunch box, there was a note that read,

My Dearest Y/N,

I hope you're having a wonderful day at school! I am so incredibly proud of you. Remember, my little superhero, you have the power to do anything you set your mind to. Each day, you're growing stronger, smarter, and more amazing. I can't wait to hear all about your day when you come home. Keep shining bright, my sunshine.

With all my love,

Mama

You couldn’t help but smile as you attempted to read the note, you still weren’t really able to read but you were able to pick out keywords like love, smarter, amazing, and superhero, so you got the vibe and felt comforted by it, which is all Wanda had hoped for.

“What’s dat?” Matthew asked as he saw you set the note down next to your baby carrots. “Oh, my mama wrote me a note” you explained.

“Oh wow, she must really love you,” he stated as he wondered why he never received any notes with his meal.

“Yea, she does,” you said with a gleaming smile.

You managed to survive the entire day without contacting Wanda at all. She hoped it was a good sign as she and Nat headed to pick you up. They were made sure to be there 5 minutes before pick-up so that you wouldn’t have to wait, knowing you’d be excited to see them and tell them all about how it went.

As soon as the door opened for dismissal, you immediately found Wanda’s green eyes and ran full speed with your arms stretched out reaching for a hug. She enveloped tightly you as she lifted you off the ground for a long embrace. The two were happy to see that your face was filled with nothing but joy.

Wanda continued to carry you as the three of you headed toward the car. Wanda ducked into the driver's seat after getting you settled into your car-seat and Nat took the seat next to you in the back so that she could hear all about your day.

“Sooo, how was it? Tell us all about it!” Nat insisted.

“Was so fun! We learned bout uhm- OH! JUPITER HAS A RAINSTORM! And Mafwew said dat if we went to space, der wouldn’t be any noise.”

“Matthew?” Wanda asked as she caught glimpses of you speaking through her rear view mirror.

“Yea mama! My new fwiend! He wikes space tew!” you excitedly announced. You went on to tell them all about the things that you learned and how much fun you had with Matthew. Tomorrow couldn't come quick enough.

“Did they give you any homework?” Nat asked once you had finished.

“Oh yea, is in my bag” you answered as you showed Nat where it was in your bag. She read over the instructions and mentioned that you could do it right when you got home. The assignment wasn’t anything too difficult, but it sure was time-consuming.

The project was about energy and showing how much we consume every day. The worksheet was laid out so that all you had to fill in were blocks of color. You were given a piece to plug into your outlets and once you had the item mentioned plugged in, it would show an amount. Then you had to fill in the bubble that corresponded with the range on your outlet.

Nat and Wanda both helped you through this but you soon became bored and no longer wanted to do it. It was so repetitive and your toys were sitting right there just waiting to be played with. Eventually you got through it without making too much of a fuss and you could finally get on with what you wanted to do, except that didn't last long because before you knew it, Wanda was telling you it was bathtime.

“But mama, I just stawrted pwlayin” you said somberly.

Wanda wanted to give you more time to play but it was already getting late and you had to be up early tomorrow, “I know, I’m sorry baby, but it’s late and you need a bath before camp tomorrow.” Without a fight, you reluctantly followed hoping that tomorrow would be better.

When you arrived home from camp the next day, the same dreaded question was asked, “Do you have any homework today?” You remembered how long and grueling your homework was last night, and instead of showing them the papers that your teacher gave you, today, you simply shook your head. Of course, Nat, the trained super spy, noticed the hesitation in your response as the gears turned in your brain and saw right through you. Deciding that she would look in your bag herself once you all arrive at the compound.

You immediately ran to the common room to play with your toys. Natasha, in the kitchen with Wanda, investigated your bag as Wanda cleaned your lunch box. “No homework huh?” Nat muttered as she held up your papers for Wanda to see. They shared a knowing look as Nat mentioned she would talk to you while Wanda finished cleaning out your lunch.

Natasha entered the common room, a concerned expression on her face, holding your backpack in her hand. She had a feeling something was off when you claimed there was no homework. She sat down next to you, as you played with your toys.

"Hey, sweetheart," Natasha said gently, placing the bag on the coffee table. "I happened to find something interesting in your backpack. Do you want to explain why you said you didn't have any homework?"

Your eyes widened, realizing you had been caught in your little white lie. You fidgeted with your toys, avoiding Natasha's gaze. "I... I didn't want to do it. It- it takes SOO long, and den I don’t get to play." you admitted.

Natasha reached out and gently turned your face towards her, meeting your eyes. "Sweetheart, I understand that homework can sometimes feel dull, but it's important to be honest with us. We're here to help and support you, but we need to know what's going on."

Wanda entered the room once your bag was all cleaned. Sensing the tension, she knelt down beside Natasha and spoke in a reassuring tone. "Y/N, we want you to succeed in everything you do. And that includes being honest, even when it's hard. We're a family, and families trust and support each other."

A family.

Natasha noticed the term and felt elated that she was included in the phrase. The three of you were a family. It didn’t matter whether Wanda and Nat were best friends, or something more than that; the three of you were family. You felt their endless love, even if they hadn’t figured out that part of that love lay within each other.

Your lower lip quivered, realizing the weight of your actions. "I'm sorry, Natty. I didn't mean to lie."

Natasha's expression softened, and she pulled you into a comforting hug. "It's okay, sweetheart. We all make mistakes, and the important thing is to learn from them. Let's work on being honest with each other, alright?"

Wanda joined the hug, enveloping you both in her warm embrace. "We love you, Y/N, no matter what. And we're here to help you with your homework too. It doesn't have to be boring. We can find fun and creative ways to learn together."

You sniffled, feeling a mix of relief and remorse. They were right. Lying wasn't the solution, and you knew deep down that they were always there to support her. You nodded, determined to make things right.

“It can be fun?” you wondered how they planned to turn such a mundane task into something, fun.

“We can turn it into a special challenge!" Nat chimed in

You looked up, curious about the proposal. "A challenge?"

Wanda chimed back in, joining the conversation. "That's right, sweetheart! We'll create a reward system for each task you complete. Once you finish your homework, we can all have a movie night or make your favorite dessert together."

Your eyes lit up with excitement. "Really? We can have a movie night?"

Natasha nodded. "Absolutely! But first, we need to get those homework assignments done. Let's break it down into smaller tasks, so it feels less overwhelming. We'll be right here with you, cheering you on."

Wanda took your hand and sat beside you at the table. Nat and Wanda each took turns reading different questions out for you.

With their gentle encouragement and the promise of a fun reward, you felt motivated. They both stayed by your side, offering guidance and praise as you worked through each task. They made the process enjoyable by adding some playful moments and even turning math problems into little games.

As you completed each question, you couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. With every finished task, you grew more confident and proud of yourself. By the time you completed your last assignment, you practically beamed with joy. Almost as if homework was just as fun as playtime with your toys.

Natasha and Wanda gathered around you, excitedly applauding your efforts. "Great job, Y/N! You did it!" Natasha exclaimed.

Wanda hugged you tightly. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart."

You grinned, feeling a sense of pride and happiness wash over you. With your two favorite people by your side, even homework could turn into an adventure filled with love and support; and as promised, you all enjoyed a delightful movie night, celebrating your achievements. You had shocked both Wanda and Nat with your choice of movie for the night, Planet 51, purely because it was something other than Frozen.

For the rest of the week, Natasha and Wanda made it a point to create a positive and engaging homework routine for you. They turned studying into a fun activity, incorporating games, rewards, and plenty of encouragement. You learned that honesty and open communication were far more rewarding than any short-lived escape from homework.

Together, you tackled assignments, explored new concepts, and celebrated each milestone. You discovered that learning could be an exciting journey, especially when shared with your favorite people.

A few days later, the aroma of a freshly cooked meal wafted through the air of the kitchen, tempting your taste buds and filling the room with mouthwatering scents as you sat patiently at the table. Once Wanda had begun serving up plates of food, you noticed that the meal was something that you had no interest in eating. Your once adventurous appetite had transformed into a discerning palate, making mealtime a challenge for your loving guardians, Natasha and Wanda.

"Come on, Y/N," Natasha coaxed, her voice gentle but firm. "You need to eat your vegetables. They'll make you strong like a superhero."

Your bottom lip jutted out, and you crossed her arms, proclaiming, "I don't like vegables, Natty!"

Wanda, with her patient demeanor, joined in, her voice filled with warmth. "But sweetheart, vegetables have magical powers! They can give you energy to run fast like-" Wanda abruptly cut her sentence short at the sudden realization that you had never met her brother. Pietro never had the chance to become an uncle before his life was tragically taken from her, him. She struggled to come up with a new comparison, as her mind was scrambling to revive her sentence. Nat immediately picked up on Wanda’s distress and quickly put a reassuring hand on Wanda’s shoulder as she took over, “They can make you strong like Mr. Bucky and Peter,” Nat concluded.

The presence of Nat’s hand on her shoulder quelled Wanda’s mind from running in circles trying to backpedal as she focused on the way it felt to have Nat soothingly move her hand from her shoulder to her back in a messy circular motion, subconsciously leaning into her ever so slightly.

You glanced skeptically at the colorful array of vegetables on your plate. "Really?"

Natasha nodded, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Absolutely! And if you eat your vegetables, you might even develop some superpowers of your own."

You carried the skepticism into your look back to Nat, “I alweady hab powers!” You said as you called her out.

Nat’s eyes widened ever so slightly as she remembered that little detail but you didn’t catch the slight crack in her resolve. She was so used to treating you like a kid, like a normal kid, that she began to suppress the fact that you are in fact enhanced yourself, “New ones,” she responded as she covered up her slight oversight.

Wanda smiled as she watched the interaction, her voice filled with excitement. "Perhaps you'll develop the power to talk to animals or create beautiful flowers with just a wave of your hand."

Your imagination ignited, and you tentatively reached for a small piece of broccoli, eyeing it with newfound intrigue. Hesitantly taking a bite, to your surprise, a burst of flavor danced on your tongue.

"Yummy!," You exclaimed, a hint of both shock and amazement in your voice.

Natasha and Wanda exchanged triumphant glances, their plan unfolding successfully. They knew that sometimes a dash of imagination and a sprinkle of superhero magic were all it took to conquer a picky eater's heart.

Encouraged by your enthusiasm, Natasha and Wanda continued to weave tales of vegetable-powered adventures, turning each bite into a step closer to unlocking extraordinary powers. With every vegetable conquered, your confidence grew, and soon the plate was empty—a victorious battle won against the picky eater dilemma.

As you savored the last bite, you looked up at Natasha and Wanda, a bright smile lighting up your face. "I did it! I ate all my vegebles, just wike a real superhero!"

Natasha and Wanda shared a proud glance, their hearts brimming with joy. Together, they celebrated the triumph of a small victory, knowing that love, creativity, and a touch of superhero magic had transformed a picky eater into a courageous little hero.

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baronessblixen · 7 months

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Today's prompt: 5. "You're the smartest person I know."

Fluffy-fluff set in Detour: We get to see a bit more of Scully singing to Mulder... (wc: 1,000)

tagging @today-in-fic @xfficchallenges

Fictober Day 5: If I Were The King of The World

“Joy to you and me,” Scully sings, letting the words fade away into the thicket. Even with her being quiet now, there's no silence here. Every sound is a potential danger and every snap and crackle makes her hold Mulder closer to her body. He’s warm. So very, very warm. She knows she won’t fall asleep, but she can’t help but think about how it would feel to be pressed against his warm body in other circumstances.

“Where’s the second verse?” Mulder mumbles.

“Sleep, Mulder,” she replies, evading his question.

“You stopped singing. Can’t sleep if you don’t sing.”

“You can’t hear me sing when you’re sleeping.”

“I’m not asleep yet. Come on, Scully. The second verse is the best.”

“I don’t know it,” she lies.

“If I were the king of the world,” Mulder starts and she has to bite her lip because his singing is worse than her own. “Tell you what I’d do. Throw away the cars and the something and the something, hmm, how does that go? Now your line, Scully.”

The only sound is the rustling of their outdoor gear as Mulder moves his body to get more comfortable. She waits and holds her breath. It’s just a song. The line doesn’t mean anything. She knows the lyrics by heart, having sung the song with Melissa when they were children. One day, while at the beach, her sister was singing the second verse quietly watching a group of others, and Scully, feeling brave, asked her what making sweet love even meant. Melissa smiled and kissed her hair, promising her that she’d explain it to her when she was a little bit older.

“Scully? Sing the last line.”

It has been on her mind all day. That’s a lie. It has been on her mind for many days now. Making sweet love to someone. No, not someone. To Mulder. She can admit it to herself now. Here, in the dark, damp forest, where her secret is safe among the trees. At some point in the last couple of months, her feelings have sprouted in spite of it all. Now, she can no longer bury them deep inside. She doesn’t want to anymore either. If there’s one thing her cancer has taught her, it’s that no one is guaranteed a future. When this seminar came along, her plan began to hatch. With no monsters or aliens to hunt, she figured she and Mulder could maybe, just maybe, try and catch a slice of life. But of course, they ended up here, lost in the woods, Mothmen loose and Mulder wounded.

“Did you fall asleep on me?” Mulder asks. His clothes rustle again and his elbow digs into her thigh.

“I’m awake,” she assures him. She’d tried. She’d really tried. Came to his room with wine and cheese. How much clearer could she have been? And now he wants her to sing that line. He’s good at making jokes, at flirting. The following through? Not so much.

He starts to hum the melody and then stares up at her again, making her wonder what’s going through his mind. A lock of hair is stubbornly standing up from his head, making him look impossibly young and boyish.

“It’s I'd throw away the cars and the bars and the wars,” she sings softly, correcting his earlier lyrics. The corner of his mouth twitches in amusement.

“What’s the next line then?” he asks with a voice smoother than the wine she drank without him last night.

“Make sweet love to you.” She says the words instead of singing them, hoping they’ll register somewhere in that brilliant mind of his.

“That’s it.” He sighs, burrowing deeper into her lap. He lies still and his breath is even. That’s it?

“Mulder, you’re the smartest person I know,” she says, shaking her head.

“Thank you?”

“But sometimes you just-”

“I just what?”

“Do you really not know what I was – when I came to your room with the cheese and the wine, did you really not know what I wanted?” He’s quiet for a long time, but Scully knows he isn’t asleep. They could have had this conversation in a warm, comfortable hotel room. They could have forgone the conversation altogether and just let their bodies talk. But that would have been too easy.

“I didn’t know. I figured that’s what you were doing, but… I wasn’t sure.”

“Mulder, I almost kissed you – who I thought was you – a few months ago. How can you not be sure?”

“So much for being smart, huh? What if you’re wrong about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if we… and then you decide it’s not worth it. That I’m not- I can’t risk that, Scully. I just can’t risk losing you again. I just got you back and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize it.” Tears prick at the corner of her eyes.

“You couldn’t lose me if you tried,” she says, running her hand through his hair.

“Am I still the smartest person you know?” he asks, and she chuckles. She leans down even though her back protests and kisses his forehead.

“Yes, Mulder. You are.”

“Likewise, you know. You’re the smartest person I know. So I hope you know that I’m- I’m not not interested.”

“I know,” she says quietly. And she does know. She understands that he needs more time. She can wait for him.

“I just-”

“I know, Mulder. Now close your eyes and sleep so that we can get out of here tomorrow.”

“Will you sing me another song?”

“Any requests?”

“How about some Elvis?”

“You promise me that you’ll close your eyes and sleep?”

“I promise.” She takes a deep breath before she lets go and just sings for him.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you,” she sings with a steady voice and she thinks Mulder is smiling against her. But he keeps his promise and falls asleep.

#fictober23 #how much fluff can you write? me: yes #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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chiharuhashibira · 8 months

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Hello so pls can you do a sanemi x insecure reader?? If not him any other hashira ???

Hi Anonymous XD Whoever you are, I hope you can read this short! ^^

Of course we can do this! Hmmmm~ How about for Kyojuro as my other readers wants this genre too ^^

Tagging @skeleton-the-gangser~ I haven't forgotten about your request hihi. For now, perhaps you would also like to check this fic for Kyojuro~ And also check the Obanai headcanon too! UwU

Sooooo, here we go!

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒚 𝑬𝒚𝒆

𝐀 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Hmm, a bit of drama? Perhaps Kyojuro's "UMAI!" XD

Kyojuro Rengoku, when have you ever seen him frown? As far as you can remember, he was always smiling.

You don't feel any envy about that. It's just that sometimes you wonder how he can do it despite all the challenges that have happened in his life. A part of you wants to know so that you can also put a smile on your face like you did before.

Kyojuro's your sunshine; there's no doubt in that. But sometimes, the shadows still loom over you.

What a weak Demon Slayer...

What a failure.

Why don't you just bury yourself beneath that misery and disappear?

You always hear these harsh words repeating inside your head. But then, these are the words that no one would dare to tell you. How can anyone disrespect a Hashira's lover and tsugoku? Kyojuro will surely never let that happen.

But yes, seeing how strong your master and lover are, you can't help but compare yourself and doubt if you deserve to be his tsugoku.

"Hey, you're at it again, Y/N-sama!"

You were cut out of your trance when that familiar tone came into your senses. You turned to look at him, and there you met his eyes that looked like the sunrise. Kyojuro is just so beautiful, and you just can't stop admiring it.

"Hold your sword high and swing it at me. You can't let your bad thoughts get the best out of you, Y/N-sama!"

You had almost forgotten that you were currently training with him. So then, staring at his eyes and his seemingly-eternal proud smile, you swung your wooden sword at him, managing to dodge his attacks.

And with a few blinks, you finally managed to point the wooden sword at his neck.

The training grounds at the Rengoku estate resounded with his laughter. He's cheering for your success in battle, not because he thinks you're hilarious.

Oh, here you go again, with those thoughts...

Kyojuro led you inside the house, taking the wooden sword from your hand and finally planting a kiss on your lips.

That motion made you astounded, as both of you were supposed to act like master and student right now, but he's the one to break that training rule that he had put in place in the first place.

"Baka!" You said, covering your lips, that that made him chuckle more.

"Training's done, my love. There's no need for formalities." He assured you, making your blush go brighter. What exactly does he mean by 'no need for formalities'?

Kyojuro tried to kiss you once again, which made you look away and cross your arms. "Why do you even like me, Kyo? I'm not as strong and pretty as you're friends. So, why me?"

Your lover flinched at your question. His smile faded; a frown was plastered on his face. This caught you off-guard as this is the first time that you have ever saw him that way. His owl-like eyes stared at you, as if reading you through your eyes.

It's true; you really never felt that you belonged here in the first place, especially when you saw how he, Kanroji-san, and Uzui-san trained together. You can't even see some of their actions because of how fast they were, and besides, Uzui-san would always tease you about how unflashy your stances were sometimes.

That was a simple joke, but it takes a toll on you. Especially when you see how close Kanroji-san is to her former master. You can't stop being red with jealousy, but also with envy at how strong she is.

You bit your lip, trying to stop the tears that is triggered with this envy. Sometimes you just want to be like Kanroji-san. Or sometimes you just also have your lover's smile or Uzui-san's flashiness.

Perhaps if you would be like them, everything would be better.

"You're the apple of my eye, and that's an enough reason!" He said with his loud and proud voice that made your tears finally escape your eyes.

Most of the time, when you feel insecure, Kyojuro will just try to change the conversation, shifting it to a happier one so that you forget that you felt that emotion in the first place. Sometimes, you even think that he doesn't care at all or that he just has no time to entertain those thoughts.

But perhaps those were just thoughts brought to you by your subconscious mind, which wants to seek validation. Because even before, Kyojuro would tell you how beautiful you are. Scold Uzui-san for teasing you so much, and even Kanroji-san tried to cheer you up whenever your lover told them that you weren't in the mood to be around them.

"The first time I laid my eyes on you was also the first time the flames in my heart ignited. I love you from the bottom of my heart because of who you are right now, Y/N."

"Kyojuro... stop... I–I know I'm just a bother–"

"The way your hands move whenever you hold your sword, the way your eyes focus on me or your enemy on the battlefield... The way you seemingly perform a graceful dance as you do the techniques, I thought you... I love all of those."

"No, don't say that."

"I love the way you take care of me! I love your cooking! Every dish that you make makes me say, 'Umai!' from the bottom of my heart!"

"Shut up, Kyo..."

"No, you listen to me, Y/N!" His voice was loud as usual, but now it seems like he does it for a reason, and that's to break the walls of insecurity that are enveloping you at the moment.

You could feel the sincerity of his words, but you still tried to stop him. Before you could even walk away, Kyojuro held you and pulled you into a warm embrace.

The world stopped.

"I love you, Y/N... And I hope you can see yourself the way I see you. You're much better than you think, most of the time. You're definitely better than those bad thoughts! I'm sorry if I seem to shut you out whenever you feel like this. I don't mean that, I just don't want you to feel sad. I never wanted to feel you sad."

Tears continued to stream down from your eyes as you heard those words from him. Kyojuro's the kind of guy whose words can break walls. And so he just did now. He had set your heart ablaze once again, just like he did when you first met each other.

"Y/N, you're enough. And I'll always make you remember that."

Kyojuro lifted his head up and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You slowly kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his body. "I love you, Kyo." You said this as you both pulled out and looked into each other's glittering eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N... I love you so much, and nothing could ever change that."

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𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑨𝑯! 𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑰!

The short fic is done! UwU I hope you enjoyed it >.< I know it's kinda a bit rush but it's 2AM here HAHAHA

Also, perhaps you noticed how I put a tension between the OCs and Mitsuri XD Eeeek! It's just because Mitsuri is also insecure so I think, having someone feel that way for her will just make the readers feel something? AAAK I can't explain haha!

But anyways, I really loved writing this... I hope Kyo could also say those words to me T_T

Soooo good night for now! I will check more requests tomorrow and write more I promise!

Keep the requests going ^^ I will write those as soon as my schedule becomes free~ Feel free to reblog and comment ^^ Thank you!!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku imagines #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #rengoku x y/n #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x female reader #flame hashira #flame pillar #rengoku headcanons #kyojuro headcanons #requests open

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ghuleh-recs · 10 months

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★ Ghost Fandom Fic Rec Tag ★

VERY annoyed about the anon hate I’m seeing in my favorite writers’ ask boxes lately. So! I thought I'd live up to my username. Let’s appreciate some amazing writers and rec some fucking fics.

Rules (re: loose guidelines)

Pick some fics from your AO3 bookmarks or your likes/reblobs here on tumblr, and post them with links and a blurb about it. Maybe a summary or just a reason you liked it. As many or as few as you feel like sharing. Then, as one does, tag your friends.

This is a ZERO pressure tagging situation—if you’re too busy or don’t feel like participating, no biggie at allll. Let’s just spread some love and positivity shall we?

I’ll go first (some slightly spoiler-y descriptions ahead):

[REC] and 1080P by @st-danger We've got some absolutely delicious vulnerable Dew x completely smitten Swiss right here. Long story short, they send a video of Dew in panties to Aether. These are scorchingly hot. Part of Saint’s Kinktober series—which you better subscribe to if you haven’t already.

This Swiss x Aeon stoned hand kink ficlet from @crimsonclergy actually set my brain on fire yesterday. So there’s that.

This fic from @riconas featuring insecure Dew knotting Aether. A little desperate, a little mean, a LOT sexy.

A Touch Too Much by @miasmaghoul Hey have you ever wondered what would happen if Dew went into heat during a ritual? And how he might react to Papa singing about daddies and caressing him during KTGG? Hmm? You ever wonder about that?

It would tear me apart, it would haunt me forever (so much you'd never get to know) by @littlemoon-beam oh boy this is some stunningly good Dew angst. This fic will hurt your feelings and then you’re gonna thank Moon for it. She really blasted into this fandom like the Kool-aid guy and we are honestly so hashtag blessed for it.

Now for some reader-insert if that’s more your style.

Misaimed Desire by @violet-lazer Whoops. You accidentally texted Secondo something saucy and he summons you to his office. Whatever will he do to you? Part of her excellent First Kisses: Papal Edition series. Terzo is next so y'all better subscribe.

Banchetto by @angellayercake This. This right here is the good shit. Terzo is wasting away, not handling life after the Ghost Project well at all. Primo and Secondo enlist your help seeing as you’ve got some serious cooking skills. This is gorgeously written with some god tier slow burn and eventual smut. It’s a WIP but the most recent chapter is super satisfying, don’t you worry.

The Cardinal's Bride by @ramblingoak If you’re not following along with this, you’re REALLY missing out. This is pure bodice-ripper GOLD. Some of the most satisfying slow burn I have EVER read. I reread the whole thing every time Oak drops a new chapter.

The Prince by @kissingghouls Vampire!Terzo x slayer!reader need I say more? I am loving the latest installment of Suck Club (you should really read them all). Terzo is pathetic and wears crop tops and it has me actually kicking my heels and giggling as I read.

Cum Quickly, Now by @gasolineghuleh Basically what it says on the tin, folks. You make Papas II, III, and IV cum quickly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's hot.

One last thing:

Leave a comment on ao3, or reply/reblog (with tags) here on the hellsite anything you enjoyed that someone else recommended. I dare you. The author might even reply and you’ll feel oh so special.

I tag: @littlemoon-beam, @rightintheghoulies, @myghemicalghostmance, @angellayercake, @ramblingoak, @neekocalico, @kissingghouls, @stede-bonnets, @gasolineghuleh and anyone reading this that also enjoys fanfic. Yeah you. I’m so serious. Don't test me, boy.

(Feel free to tag me back because I have soooo many others but this already got way too long.)

#let's spread some light in our little satanic corner of tumblr #fellas is it gay to say:#i love and admire each and every one of you #the band ghost #the band ghost fic rec #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls fanfiction #fic rec!!

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zzoomacroom · 3 months

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For the ask game: how about one each for Hob, Dream, and Death?

Oooohh, excellent ask, thanks anon!

Hob:

First impression: wow, this guy is kind of obnoxious. Cute, though.

Impression now: my sweet beloved blorbo, the love of my life, I think about him 24 hours a day

Favorite moment: 1789, just that whole scene. But especially his reaction to the drawing ("I look terrible. You look worse"), and when he breaks a teacup over that guy's head

Idea for a story: the wip I'm currently working on is about him being the last man on earth and going on a road trip with Delirium and Barnabas

Unpopular opinion: I think he probably just has an average-sized penis 🤷‍♀️

Favorite relationship: we don't see much of his canon relationships, but if we're talking non-canon then of course it’s dreamling. I also kind of like the idea of Hob/Johanna(/Dream?)

Favorite headcanon: I've posted about this before and the wonderful @delta-pavonis wrote a fic about it, but I firmly believe that in the Sandman universe, he was the inspiration for Nick Bottom. Think about it: low-born guy who always has to be the center of attention and acts like a jackass, but somehow won the queen's favor. Hob was salty because Shaxberd had Dream's attention, but Shaxberd was salty because Hob had the queen's attention.

Dream:

First impression: this dude is kind of pathetic, I desire him carnally

Impression now: my babygirl, my everything, my beautiful, ethereal, majestic, all-powerful loserboy. I love him so much 😭

Favorite moment: it's so hard to choose...in the show, I loved his battle with Lucifer and what he did to Rick Madoc (his dispassionate fury in defending Calliope was chilling). In the comics, I love all his interactions with Delirium. Also when Death throws the bread at him and it goes "bip!"

Idea for a story: um...well...don't judge me, but I have a retired!Dream mpreg fic I'm working on, which the amazing @kydrogendragon and some other lovely folks on discord (idk if they're on tumblr or i would tag them) helped me develop.

Unpopular opinion: hmm...I've seen so many opinions about him and I'm not sure which ones are considered unpopular. I think maybe he's a bit more slutty than we give him credit for, based on how he was immediately down to clown when Bast jokingly propositioned him

Favorite relationship: of his canonical relationships, I find Calliope the most interesting. For non-canon, dreamling all day every day forever. For platonic relationships: Lucienne (i just don't see them as romantic, sorry morphienne fans), Death, Delirium, Matthew

Favorite headcanon: based on recent conversations I've seen/taken part in on tumblr, I like the idea of him getting freaky with his helm (the helm stays on during sex). @tryan-a-bex wrote a great little ficlet about it

Death:

First impression: she's amazing and I love her

Impression now: she's amazing and I love her

Favorite moment: when she throws the bread at Dream. Also, not exactly canon, but in the "At Death's Door" manga by Jill Thompson I love when she teams up with Despair and Delirium and catches souls in a baseball mitt:

Idea for a story: admittedly, I don't currently have any ideas for stories with Death as a main character, but she does feature heavily in my post-apocalypse fic. I would like to see more of her days she spends as a mortal. We see some of that in "Death: The High Cost of Living," but I bet she gets up to some crazy shenanigans

Unpopular opinion: I don't think she's as perfect as a lot of people think she is. She's one of my favorite characters and I love her, but I think she's as flawed as the rest of her siblings and has her own struggles that we only get glimpses of

Favorite relationship: canonically she doesn't have any romantic relationships that readers see, but I love her relationships with her siblings, especially Dream. For ships, I kind of like the idea of her with Johanna, but I haven't explored it much

Favorite headcanon: I think she's a lesbian and nothing can dissuade me of that belief

#thank you for the lovely ask anon!#asks #ask game #the sandman #dream of the endless #death of the endless #hob gadling

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glittercake · 17 days

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WIP GAME

@downwarddnaspiral thank you for the tag to share some of my wips :) which... i cant believe i actually have unposted wips for a change! i normally just write one thing at a time and finish it. i cant say when any of these will be done though, but at least they exist lmao. i've been busy irl and too tired to write.

so. here goes:

The sambucky divorce AU: titled Moments Away for now (from the Mango Groove song) i have about 6k, redid the outline 3 times because it was just too much, and had some personal war flashbacks while writing it so i had to take a breather 😂 Excerpt:

Sam's mama always said love’s never going to be enough and he didn't understand how that was possible. He didn’t understand—as a seventeen-year-old, so in love he could barely see out of his own eyes, or as a sophomore on the back of a dropout, bad boy’s motorbike, or as a new father of beautiful twin girls with the love of his life—how that could ever be the truth. But he gets it now.

more below the cut!

Next is a Sambucky Night Agent AU: based on the netflix series. it's basically cap sam/modern bucky but with suspense :) this is literally all i have so it might change completely:

There’s murder on the news. The Vice President’s dead. The nation’s in uproar. They’re saying he did it. They’re saying Captain America has committed treason. His face is plastered across the news, on every station on every street pole, his description is flying through the airways as he sits here covered in blood, trying to catch his breath. He didn’t do this. Sam can’t fucking breathe. He’s not someone to admit this easily, but he needs help. He needs help in a big fucking way. He eyes the number that dying woman stuffed in his hand earlier and hopes his phone line is still connected.

This one is a post canon fic where they run into each other on vacation and decide to have a little summer fling and then drama happens when bucky joins thunderbolts when they return.

Technically Sam wouldn’t be fucking his co-worker. Technically, they’ve only worked together like once, really. Bucky’s mouth is in his neck right now, and Sam can feel a bruise forming but he’s doing nothing to stop it because Bucky’s hand is also on Sam’s dick and it’s all going downhill real quick. So does he want to shit where he eats? No. Is he going to tell Bucky to stop? Also no. They’re on vacation and it’s anything but separate, like they threatened—in fact they’re plastered together—so something, something stays in Vegas…

then a fucking vampire AU?? which was very unexpected but I'm having fun planning it and writing little bits at a time. basically sam is a photographer looking to advance his career and bucky is a 100yo vampire. hmm.

There’s a sudden movement at the top of the stairs, so swift it’s dizzying. Sam can't place it. Just a gust of black night and bright blue, like the electric zap of lightning in a storm. Sam’s instinct is to retreat, wanting to back himself out of there. Overcome with fear. But something else sticks him in place, makes him hone in on the movement. A tall, slim figure, pale as moonlight, glides down the steps as if they’re not there at all, with the grace of an encroaching predator, salivating with deadly hunger, and Sam can’t move. Only after a few paralyzing moments does he recognize the shape as a person. A man. Sam realizes now that the flash of electric blue he’d seen is the man’s eyes.

anyway, that's it. i'm actually keen to get work done on these. hopefully i get some time soon :)

#sambucky #wips #tagged

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geminisecrets · 2 years

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Bad Habit

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Explicit sexual content, coarse language, oral sex, smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, jealousy kink, mentions of weed.

Word Count: 6.7K

Summary: jealous Sam idk that's pretty much it lol. aka the one where jake unintentionally helps you get laid

Authors Note: Listennnnn it took us a long time to post this because we had a bit of writers block, we also had a show and quite the trip planned around it, so it's been crazy. But, we hope you enjoy this jealous Sam fic hehe

Y’all are super duper fuckin rad for telling us what you think about our stuff. ☯️

Requests are open :)

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“A little faster, baby.” I beg breathlessly. Sam obediently quickens the pace of his middle and ring fingers as they stroke that spot inside me. Lazily, his tongue licks between my lips, stopping every so often to flick his tongue over my clit. “Just like that.”

“God, you look so fucking hot like this.” He groans into my pussy, his hips rocking into the mess of sheets and pillows under him.

“So do you.” I mumble, gazing down at him as his tongue swipes up my center, lips and nose shining wet with my slick. He spits at my clit before going back in to devour me.

“Lover?” I hear his voice, quiet and soft, call to me.

“Hmm?” I hum, incredibly distracted by the way the scruff of his facial hair is tickling my thighs.

“You know how we’re going to Hawaii in two weeks?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Remember how Josh and his girlfriend begged to tag along? And we said yes?”

“I agreed to it only if you promised to do the laundry for a month, but yes–” my voice catches as another wave hits me. “Why? Why are we talking about your brother right now?” I grimace.

“Well, Jake found out…” he mutters, face still between my thighs. I groan and push him back a little, mood completely ruined at this point.

“Samuel Fransis Kiszka… did you think you could soften the blow of this news with sex?” I begin to say, as Sam looks up at me with his doe eyes, pleading with me guiltily.

He ignores the question.“Josh and I felt bad for leaving him out. I had to invite him, Sunshine.” There’s a pause as he anticipates my response, but I’m waiting, eyebrows raised, for further explanation. He peppers wet, sucking kisses across my thighs and up to my belly button in an attempt to lighten the mood again, but to no avail. “It’s just that he’s been in such a slump since he broke up with–”

“I know, I know.” I agree. See, I’m torn here. Part of me is pissed. Sam and I had finally found time to go on a trip, just the two of us. This getaway we’ve been looking forward to now included not one, but both of his brothers. Shit, we might as well just invite Danny and make it a family vacation.

I also feel…warm. Warm because I love that Sam loves his family. He’s always prioritized them and it’s a quality of his I find incredibly endearing. And, I do love Josh and his girlfriend Pepper, and I love Jake and want him to get out of his own head for a week.

“Fuck it. The more the merrier,” I roll my eyes teasingly at him, reaching for the back of his head and guiding it between my legs. He returns my smile and reattaches his lips to my clit, arms wrapping around my legs to keep them from clamping shut over his ears. “We'll circle back to this conversation later,” I breathe out. With the feeling of victory he has from me taking the news better than he thought, his vigor ramps up. His fingers curl inside me with purpose and determination as his lips suction onto my core, tongue drawing circles against the spot just above my clit. “I’m close, Sam. Don’t stop,” and before I can even take another full breath, I’m cumming around his fingers.

As I come down, Sam slips his fingers into his mouth and then wipes them on the leg of his sweatpants. “Shower with me, Sunshine?” He asks, getting to his feet and reaching a hand out for me. I take it, padding barefoot behind him into the bathroom, legs still a little wobbly from the orgasm he’d given me. I reach into the shower and turn the left nozzle, warming up the water as he grabs two towels from the closet next to the sink.

“You know I think you’re going to regret inviting your brothers on this trip.” I smile, wrapping my arms around Sam’s torso from behind and meeting his eyes as in the mirror as the steam from the hot water already starts to fog up our reflection.

“Why’s that?” He asks, running his wooden handled paddle brush through the long tresses of his hair, wincing when he catches a snag. I let my hands roam the expanse of his bare chest and stare at the long column of his neck as he swallows, eyes now following the path my hands are taking.

“I think you know why.” I smirk, biting his shoulder, my eyes finally meeting his again.

“We’ll have our own room, beautiful.” He reminds me, turning in my arms to face me, placing his hands delicately on my cheeks.

“In a shared bungalow, handsome.” I sneer, teasing. Sam’s head lolls back as he lets out a groan, chuckling lightly.

“I’m sorry, okay, you know how Josh gets with planning and shit and he begged for this place.” He explains. “It’s supposed to be a dream inside with an incredible view.”

“I’m not really the one who should be worried anyway, am I?” I lean in, pressing a kiss to the hollow at the base of his neck. “You’re the loud one.” I smirk against his skin as I feel his chest vibrate under me, the howl of his laugh making me giggle in tandem.

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“I think my ass is going to be asleep for the rest of my life.” Jake groans as we step off of the plane and out into the humid, sticky, Hawaiian air. Immediately, we’re peeling layers off. Sweatshirts and cardigans are being tied around waists and hung over forearms as we saunter through the airport, following signs to baggage claim. After being cramped up in a plane for eleven hours, we’re all happy to be stretching our legs.

The taxi ride to our bungalow is longer than we anticipated, so by the time we all get inside, I’m sideswiping my friends to get to the bathroom. It just so happens to be in the bedroom right off the living room.

“Guess we’ll take that bedroom.” I hear Sam laugh, following me.

“Pepper and I will take the loft then!” Josh shouts, practically running up the stairs, his girlfriend close behind.

“No way. I get the couch bed? All to myself? How’d I get so lucky?” Jake teases, flopping onto the plush white linen of the rather large couch in the living room.

“Best bed in the house for the best brother I have.” Sam says, joining him on the couch.

“I heard that!” Josh yells from above. I join Sam and Jake on the couch, fitting into the space they’ve left between them as I cuddle into Sam’s side, feet tucked under Jake’s leg and start to drift off to sleep, jetlag hitting me like a ton of bricks.

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The clock is just ticking past seven in the morning when there’s a pounding on our door. I quickly cover my naked body with the sheets and before I know it, Josh is waltzing into the bedroom. “Wake up! We’ve got beaches to see!” He beams, sunlight radiating from behind him, causing me to roll over and pull the blanket up a little higher over my head.

“We’re on vacation,” Sam mumbles, tossing in the sheets and covering his face with a pillow. I feel his hand reach out for me under the covers and I give it a squeeze.

“Come on you lazy bastards, Jake made breakfast and Pepper’s too nice to eat without you. We’re starving.” Josh responds.

When I hear the door click shut, I peak my head over the covers and stretch the sleep out of my muscles. I expect a good morning kiss from Sam. The same good morning kiss I’ve received every morning since we've been together. But when I roll to my head to the left, Sam’s walking into the ensuite bathroom, phone is his hand, typing away.

“Excuse you?” I feign offense, although I’m not sure how feigned it really is. His head whips up to look back to me as though he’d forgotten there was even anyone else in the room. He hums in question and furrows his eyebrows, waiting for me to go on. “Are you forgetting something?” I ask, sitting up further.

“Course not, Sunshine.” He shakes his head, walking back over to my side of the bed to plant a kiss on my lips. It’s a peck. Not nearly as slow or soft as I wish it was and I find myself leaning forward, chasing his lips as he pulls away, retreating into the bathroom.

Sam and I make our way out of the bedroom, half clothed and still half awake. When we turn the corner into the kitchen, we find Jake in a tiny apron, spatula in hand, and I can’t help but laugh at the sight of him.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asks me, head whipping around, tapping the spatula to the palm of his hand.

“Nothing, I just never thought I’d live to see the day where you're living out your housewife fantasy,” I mock.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s funny now, but wait until you taste these pancakes.” He boasts. “Un-fucking-real.”

Eventually, we all get ready, and load up the rental car– a lovely 2012 Toyota Sienna.

“Ahhh, the champagne of cars,” Jake chides, sitting in the third row backseat, palms resting on the headrests of the captains chairs in front of him.

“You’re telling me you don’t think you could pull any women in this thing?” Sam asks, slapping the leather seat.

“Oh, the car has nothing to do with the ability I have to pull women, Samuel.” Jake huffs.

Jake has always had a multitude of women at his reach, everyone always wants a piece. He’s been like that ever since I’ve known him and from what I've heard, ever since he was a teenager. Jake is the perfectly dangerous mix of meekly charming and confidently sexy.

I met Jake while he was working at the cafe on campus when we were both in college. We became friends quickly. He was with another girl at the time but he had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world when he was talking to you. He’s incredibly easy to naturally gravitate toward, but damn, he keeps his walls up high. It makes him practically unreachable.

I’ve seen many women come and go from his life over the years that I’ve been with Sam. They all have the same mindset of, “Oh, I can change him,” but they never last. After I was introduced to Sam, everything else was history. I don’t even know if Jake remembers the stage in life where he unknowingly had me wrapped around his finger.

The drive to the beach is embarrassingly short. We really could have walked, but the resort is huge and we didn't want to chance getting lost. As we pull up to the white sand, I feel unbridled joy bubble up inside me.

Once we finally set up camp on the beach, the sunscreen is being applied, the drinks start flowing and the music coming from the speaker at the little tiki bar behind us is setting the perfect vibe for the day.

After about an hour in the sun, I start to squirm. “Fuck, it’s hot.” I whine from my lounge chair. Shifting on my side to face Sam’s chair and sliding my sunglasses down my nose, I ask, “swim with me?” He doesn’t answer at first and I almost think he’s asleep before he shrugs and says,

“Maybe in a bit.”

“I’ll go in with you.” Jake offers from his spot on the other side of his brother. Josh and Pepper end up following too.

After a dip in the ocean, with everyone but Sam, we all make our way back to the beach. Sam has moved from his chair to the shade of the beachside bar. I walk over to him, still soaking wet and wrap my arms around his neck, soaking him and smacking a kiss to his cheek.

“Fuck, you’re freezing.” He hisses and winces, pulling away from me.

“Why are you being such a grump?” I ask, trying to get a feel for exactly what happened between last night and this morning to put him in such a piss-poor mood.

“I’m not being– I’m fine.” He pushes his sunglasses off his nose and rests them in his hair. “It’s just hot.”

“Yeah, so the cool thing about the beach is that there’s this huge body of water you can go in to cool off.” I tease, still trying to lighten the mood.

“What a strange, new concept.” He snides, grabbing his drink and shuffling past me back to the lounge chairs to join the others. I audibly huff out a humorless laugh and roll my eyes as I turn to the bartender.

“I’ll take a mojito please.”

—--------------

Sam's phone is repeatedly going off, text, after text, after text and he’s checking it like a fourteen year old girl checks the Snapchat notifications from her crush.

“Jesus, who is that? Your wife?” I ask, only half joking, reaching for the phone only intending to put it on silent.

Sam reaches for it as I do, our hands colliding. “Umm…” He gulps, looking at me, “It’s–” He doesn't have to say her name before I see it on the screen.

“Oh.” I say. “What does she want this time?” I question, trying to play it as cool as possible. Sam gestures for me to read the messages myself. I type in his password and start scrolling through the dozens of text messages, the first one coming in last night around midnight.

All I’m seeing as I skim are keywords like “hospital” and “again” and “new medication” and “so depressed” and “I miss you guys”, “I’m here when you’re ready”–you get the point.

That incredibly familiar, complicated feeling of jealousy and hurt washes over me. This isn’t the first time that this has happened. Sam’s ex-girlfriend slides back into his messages every few months or so. Sam being the kind and generous guy that he is, always responds. Politely telling her that she needs to move on, etc. But, there’s so much more to it than what you’re probably thinking. There’s a history there that dates back much further than I can even put a date to. A history that involves a myriad of mental health crises, mood disorders and deeply unhealthy attachment styles.

We’ve had this conversation multiple times. So many hours spent arguing and discussing and crying. I have love for her too. She was my friend too and I want the best for her, but Sam can’t be her security blanket anymore. The last time we talked about this we’d both agreed that he would stop responding to her cries for help. She has good people in her life, she has a solid therapist and a loving family. Sam doesn’t need to be her savior anymore.

What’s frustrating me is that he’s clearly giving in once again. I don’t know if it’s his savior complex or if he’s trying to hurt me for some reason, but I’m tired of it.

After a full day on the beach, we decide it’s time for dinner. We’re all tired, sunburnt, and starving, so we pile up in the minivan as Josh drives us back to the bungalow.

Exhausted, we decided to stop for dinner on the way home instead of going back out later. As we shuffle in the house, everyone drops their beach bags by the door and heads straight for the showers. Clean and lazy and still a little jet lagged, I join Jake on the couch. He reaches for the TV remote and picks out the movie, ‘50 First Dates’.

“Hawaii. Very cliche,” I say, huffing out a laugh.

“I feel as though it’s mandatory”, he responds.

Meanwhile, Sam is typing frantically on his phone in the arm chair across the room, not muttering a word. He’s been like this since we left the beach. I try my hardest to ignore it, because I know exactly what he’s doing– feeding into his ex’s bullshit yet again.

About halfway through the movie, Josh and Pepper break off to head to bed for the night, leaving Sam who is still glued to his phone, Jake who is glued to the TV, and myself, sitting awkwardly on the couch, bored, irritated, and tense. How many times are we going to have this fight? How many times am I going to sit here feeling guilty for being pissed off?

“Holy shit, where did that bruise come from?” Jake asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Huh?” I ask, following his gaze to my thigh.

“Right there.” He emphasizes his point by poking his finger into the reddish-purple spot on my skin.

“Ouch, fuck!” I laugh, pulling away. “It must’ve been when I wiped out during our failed body surfing attempt today.” I grimace as I poke the edges of the bruise myself, assessing the damage. “I bruise so easily, I didn’t even notice it.” I chuckle, looking up to Sam. “Did you, babe?”

Silence. He’s in another world over there. “Sam.” I say, directly.

“Hmm?” He hums, head lolled back against the armchair, eyes on the glowing screen in his lap.

“Did you notice this bruise?” I ask. Finally, he looks over to me but not for more than half a second before he’s preoccupied again.

“No, I didn’t. Looks gnarly.” He states, deadpan, mind clearly elsewhere.

“Do you want some ice or something?” Jake asks and I feel heat rise to my cheeks in embarrassment. Something about Jake noticing, taking the time to care about something as menial as a bruise I didn’t even feel until he touched it, when my boyfriend could not seem to care any less, is humiliating to me.

“No, no I’m fine.” I brush it off. “I’m sure it’ll be yellow by the morning.” Jake nods in agreement but I can feel that he’s not convinced in the way his eyes linger on my skin. I feel it then, the flame, flicker, ember, even, of heat in my belly as his eyes drag down the length of my leg when he thinks I’m not watching. When he looks up to my face, his eyes flash wide for a second and he tries to hide a smile, turning back to watch the movie I know none of us are paying attention to. I can’t help but smile back before mimicking his actions and facing the screen.

I’m not overly proud of my next move, but it does eventually get me exactly what I want.

“Maybe that wipeout hit me harder than I thought.” I groan, reaching up to squeeze my shoulder muscle. Jake looks back over to me. “There’s a knot the size of a fucking baseball here.” I laugh. “Feel this.” I scoot closer to him on the couch. Without hesitation, he reaches over and gently digs his thumb into my deltoid. “No, here.” I reach for his hand and guide it closer to my neck. I press his fingers into the flesh there and watch as his eyebrows furrow.

“Jesus, it’s like a rock.” He notes. I drop my hand and he continues to poke into the muscle with the tips of his fingers. I hiss when he rolls his fingers over the tendon. “Shit, sorry.” He pulls his hand away.

“No–” I reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically, grabbing his wrist. Jake’s eyes widen again, this time in humor as my grip tightens on him. “Don’t stop.” I say, eyes flashing to Sam who is now sitting up a little straighter in his chair.

It’s fun to make Sam squirm every once in a while. We’ve played this game before. He’ll make a comment about our server when we’re out or I’ll blow a kiss to a stranger. It always ends in explosive sex when we get home, or on the rare occasion, before we get home. It is, after all, harmless. Harmless in the sense that they’re always strangers and the intent is never malicious. It’s always more of a dare when we’re drunk or feeling brave. This feels a little different. Like I’m breaking the rules.

As Jake massages my muscles, I start to really get into it, tossing my head to the side and letting out soft, faint noises of relief. It’s as I glance up at Sam and then back to Jake that he finally gets exactly what’s going on here and decides to feed into it further. He purses his lips around a grin and squints his eyes at me, shaking his head.

“Why don’t you lie down on your stomach and I’ll tickle your back for you,” Jake offers. I slowly move myself down to the floor, making sure not to lock eyes with Sam. I lie on my chest and pull a throw pillow from the couch down to rest my head on. This isn’t so strange. We’ve been friends for years. Platonic back rubs, hair braiding, even the odd cuddle on the couch isn’t out of the ordinary for our friend group, but again, we all know this is different.

Sam, still not uttering a word, continues to scroll through his phone but begins to look up at us every so often. I can feel his eyes on me, flashing questions, but I never meet his stare. He knows what I’m doing, but how far can I push him?

I expect Jake to take a seat next to me, but he ups the ante just that much more when he straddles me, each leg falling to the side of my hips. I can feel him grind down on me as he tries to get a little more comfortable. I can see Sam’s face from this angle but I close my eyes, really giving into the facade.

His fingers start to trace lightly up and down on my back. “Go a little slower, but a tad bit deeper Jakey,” I quietly breathe out, falling into a trance. He does as I say, slowing down his movement but digging his fingertips in a little harder. “Feels kind of like deja vu.”

“Are you talking about the night after Emma’s party when we crashed together in the guest room?” Jake laughs.

I giggle at the thought. The night he’s referring to was a little (a lot) less sexy than he’s making it out to be, but there is a resemblance. After smoking too much pot and nearly greening out, I felt a panic attack coming on so Jake and I slept in the guest room. He rubbed circles on my back to help ground and calm me. I didn’t even know Sam at the time.

“Here.” Jake says as he scoots back a bit and pulls my shirt up exposing my bare back. I didn't put a bra on after my shower and I think it catches him a bit off guard. His confidence falters as he clears his throat but lets his hands continue to wander, fingers drawing patterns on my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

At this point Sam is staring daggers into us. I can see his chest rising and falling and I chance a look up at his face. His eyes aren't on mine, however they’re burning holes into his brother’s hands as they roam my skin.

Feeling like we’ve taken this just about as far as we can aside from literally fucking in front of Sam, Jake moves to lay down on the floor beside me and I throw an arm out by his head, signalling for him to rest there. He scoots closer then, head in the crook of my elbow, eyes back on the TV. When I look back up to Sam, he’s finally put his phone down. He’s staring down at us from the armchair, his eyes nothing but slits as he gives me a disapproving scowl.

“So, is this why you agreed to come to Hawaii with us?” Sam asks Jake. His words come out a curt and bitey, though I know he’s trying to stay casual.

A smile brims his lips before his eyes slowly flutter open to respond. “I was thinking about making my move. Been thinking about it for years.” I know he’s only saying it as a jab to Sam, but something about the way he lifts up on his elbow, head in his hand, looking down at me, makes my stomach twist. Sam scoffs out a laugh.

“We all know you had your chance years ago.” Sam mocks, standing now, stretching his arms over his head. The sliver of skin between his low slinging sweatpants and his t-shirt peeks out. I can’t help but look and of course he catches me. Damnit. The smirk he’s wearing pisses me off again and I shift up onto my elbows as well, looking over to Jake and our faces are less than a foot apart at this point.

“I don’t know, I could be persuaded into a polygamist situation.” I shrug, looking up at Sam now. “You’re always talking about how I’m so gullible I could find myself in a cult accidentally. Who's to say I don’t start one myself and get me a few brother husbands.”

Jake tosses his head back and bellows out a laugh. “Brother husbands.” He repeats, tossing an arm around my neck and squeezing me into his side. “Whaddaya say Sammy, would you share with your big brother?” With his other hand he takes my jaw in his grasp and squeezes my face firmly, but gently until my lips pucker. “Don’t we look cute together?” He asks, pressing his cheek to mine.

Meanwhile, Sam has lost any and all ability to ‘stay cool.’ He’s never been good at hiding his emotion or masking the way he really feels. He wears his heart on his sleeve and comes by his emotions honestly. Good or bad.

“Cute isn't really the word that's coming to mind, no.” He grits, the smile on his face is so fake, it’s almost cartoonish. Jake’s grip on my face loosens and his hand wanders down to my stomach, laying it there casually as he continues, as if it’s the way we always touch each other.

“Cute isn’t really a word I’d use to describe her either, if I’m being honest.” Jake says, suggestively, reaching to play with the string on my hoodie, and that does it. The silence is deafening as they stare at one another before,

“I think it’s time we call it a night, we’ve had a long day and could all use some sleep,” Is all I say. I sit forward and reach for Sam to help me up, but he’s already turned his back on me to pick up his phone from the armchair.

“Here.” Jake says, standing and reaching for my hands. I’m not even fully stood up yet before Sam’s walking through our bedroom door and shutting it behind him.

“Fuck.” I mutter, guiltily.

“Maybe that was a bit much.” Jake grins, bumping his hip to mine.

“Yeah you were laying it on pretty thick there, Jesus Christ.” I joke, shoving his bicep, though he barely stumbles. “If I didn't know better, I’d say you were barely acting at all.” I tease, facing him and walking backward toward the bedroom I share with Sam.

He says nothing, only stares at me with a look on his face I can only describe as… coy.

“Goodnight, gorgeous.” He smiles and turns around to make up his couch bed. “And goodluck with Casanova tonight.” I roll my eyes and finally turn to face the wooden door in front of me. The doorknob is in my hand, but it takes every ounce of willpower I have to turn it.

When I open the door, the lights are all off except for the sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door. With a deep breath, I tap lightly on the door and hear a grunt from the other side. “Can I brush my teeth?” I ask softly. He says nothing but swings the door open, shirt off, hair in a messy bun, and toothbrush dangling from his mouth.

I maneuver past him to the second sink on the counter and grab my toothbrush, starting my night routine in silence. The tension in this bathroom with Sam is painfully thick and I start to wonder if I really did take it too far. “Sam–” I start at the same time he says,

“Fuck you for that, by the way.”

“Are you– Me?” I ask, toothbrush tipped over abandoned on the counter, toothpaste making a mess.

“Yeah what the fuck was all that? Are you trying to make my bad day worse?”

“Your bad day?” I nearly laugh.

“Stop responding to my questions with questions.” He snides, spitting into the sink and putting his toothbrush into the little cup on the ledge.

“Sam, can you seriously not see, from my perspective, how fucking miserable I was at the beach when your face was in your phone all day?”

“You think I wanted to be?” He retaliates. “You think I wanted to come on vacation with my favorite people only to be burdened with her shit yet again?”

“Yet again!” I walk past him into the bedroom and flick on the light. “Exactly. Cause we’ve been through this a million fucking times, Sam.” He follows me in and walks over to the bed where he fluffs his pillow and turns down the sheets.

“I promise you, I’m just as sick of it as you are.” He huffs.

“You’re not the one fighting for affection in this relationship.” I frown, pulling my top over my head and reaching for an oversized tee to throw on for bed. “It fucking sucks.”

“You say that like you've had to fight for anything at all in this relationship.” He bites. “I’m the one that moved because of your job. I’m the one who gave up my dog because you’re allergic. I’m the–”

“Okay!” I raise my voice, now standing at my side of the bed. “I get it, Jesus, I’m a horrible nagging wench who clearly should’ve taken Jake up on that offer to hook up four years ago.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to swallow them.

“I fucking knew it!” He laughs. “I knew you were getting off on that shit in the living room.”

“Are you really putting this back on me?” I start to say as he talks over me.

“You want to fuck my brother don’t you.” He asks, and something about the tone of his voice as he slowly walks around the foot of the bed makes heat shoot through me from my throat down between my legs. He stares, waiting for me to respond as he stalks me like prey.

“Are you being serious right now?” I ask, but I know the shake in my voice is giving me away.

“I know you wanted him.” He says, now standing directly in front of me. “You can’t tell me there’s not a touch of that still in there.” He says, his hand slipping up under my t-shirt, finger ghosting along my underwear band. “In here.”

My breaths start coming a little more sporadically as his eyes bore into mine, his fingers still wandering.

“There she is,” he says, lips brushing mine.

“Sam,” I whimper against his mouth as we breathe each other’s air.

“There’s my girl.” He says. “My girl.” His fingers finally slide into my underwear.

“Your girl.” I whisper, and just as soon as I feel his fingertips on my clit, they’re gone.

“Oh, so now you want to play nice?” He asks, reaching around me to turn the light off and then flicking on the bedside lamp. “What was all that out in the living room if you’re mine?”

“I was just trying to get you to pay attention to me.” I nearly whisper. “Wanted you to want me.”

“And you thought letting my brother put his hands all over you was going to get you what you wanted?” He asks, stepping toward me again, lightly pushing on my shoulders to lay down on the bed.

“That was the goal, yeah.” I smirk, lip between my teeth.

“Did it feel good?” He asks, pressing his fingertips into the flesh on my shoulder that Jake had massaged just minutes ago.

“Um..” I begin, not quite sure how to answer. “I mean, yeah my shoulders were pretty tense after a whole day of you stressing me the fuck out.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He chastises, straddling my hips, hands on either side of my head. “I want to know if you felt it in your pussy when he touched your shoulders.” I audibly moan in response to the boldness of his question. “Answer me, Sunshine.” He says, lips at my ear and hand traveling back down between my legs.

“I–” I swallow, distracted by the feel of his fingers lightly petting me over my underwear. His teeth sink into my shoulder just enough to sting as he coaxes the confession out of me. “Yes!” I squeal. “Yes, fuck okay, yes it turned me on.” His lips and tongue soothe the area he’d bitten and he kisses down my chest, pulling at the neckline of my t-shirt to get at my breasts.

His silence stirs up a need in me to explain myself. “All day long.” I start. “All day long, I’ve been thinking about fucking you,” I moan.

“Is that so?” He asks, lips suctioning around my nipple. “Where, Sunshine?”

“Everywhere. The beach, the kitchen, the fucking gas station.”

“The gas station?” He chuckles, teeth grazing the sensitive bud of my opposite nipple.

“Anywhere, God, is it not crystal fucking clear by now that I’m a slave for your affection? That I’d do anything for it?” I moan, hands gripping his hair to hold him close.

He lifts his head to look at me and I can’t quite read the emotion on his face. He sits back a little bit and runs his hands under my shirt, lifting it off of me and over my head.

“Anything?” He asks, hands running all over my body, starting with cupping my cheeks in his hands, down to my throat where he squeezes lightly, his blunt fingernails scraping down my chest, causing me to gasp as his hands squeeze my waist.

“Anything, Sam.”

He brings his hand to my mouth and slips two of his fingers past my lips. I swirl my tongue around them and watch his jaw fall open slightly as he watches my mouth. When he pulls them out, he reaches down to push my panties to the side and slide them inside of me.

“Say it again.”

“Anything.” I say. “I need you.” His fingers continue to pump in and out of me while his thumb moves to swipe repeatedly over my clit. My back begins to arch and that’s when he stops.

“Not gonna be that easy,” he grins, standing up and pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the floor.

“Careful not to wake anyone up with that pretty mouth, angel,” I tease as he crawls back on top of me and positions himself over my face, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me onto his cock.

I slide him inside of my mouth until I feel him hit the back of my throat. His cock pulses inside my mouth as he begins to moan, gripping my hair harder with each thrust.

His hips buck into my mouth and his breathing changes, I can taste the precum on my tongue as I circle him around in my mouth, paying special attention to the head the way I know he likes.

He pulls out of me and before I can even catch my breath, he’s kneeling on the floor, throwing my legs over his shoulders, his mouth at my entrance, fucking into me with his tongue.

“Fuck, yeah.” I groan, grasping at the sheets. His tongue pushes into me as far as it can go and his nose presses against my clit perfectly. “Oh my God.” I sigh as I rock my hips against his face. He hums his approval, creating the most unholy vibrating sensation through me from the inside out. His hands move to grip my hips, grinding me against his face as his nose slides up and down over my clit. “I’m gonna cum, Sam.”

And I really should not have warned him because he licks one stripe up and my slit, and pulls away to leave wet trails all over my thighs as he peppers kisses all around me.

“Careful Sunshine, you’ll ruin the sheets,” he says, as if that’d be solely my fault.

“Maybe I want to,” I whine as he lies down on the bed next to me.

“Such a needy little whore for me,” he says with a smoldering look on his face as he wipes his mouth clean. I can do absolutely nothing but moan in response. I love when he talks to me like this, and he knows it. “You wanna be my whore tonight, Sunshine?” He asks, pulling me on top of him.

“Mmhmmm,” I say.

“Ride me,” he demands as he slaps my ass. I hover above him as he aligns himself with my core, teasing it at my entrance, rubbing my clit with the tip of his cock.

He grabs me by the hips and slams me on to him, I cry out a moan in response, “fuck!”

“Shhh shhh, don’t wanna wake ‘Jakey’, now do we?” He says.

“Shut up,” I say as I continue to bounce up and down on him, watching him squirm below me as if I have the power, knowing full well that I don’t.

In retaliation, he flips us over. With my knees bent and him in between my thighs, he thrusts himself back into me and picks a pace and rhythm that takes my breath away.

“You are so fucking perfect.” He says, sweetly peppering kisses against my cheeks and lips, a complete juxtaposition from the way he’s pounding into me so perfectly I think I might have bruises in the morning. He grabs me by the hips and arches my back deeper so I’m not laying completely flat on the bed.

“You’re so deep, Sam.” I say between gasps as he takes my breath away with each thrust.

“Can you feel me here?” He asks, pressing into the skin under my belly button, making me squeal. “Jesus, you’re soaked,” He leans over me, then, my knees pressed to both of our chests as he grabs the back of my neck with his right hand, applying pressure to my pulse points.

“Harder,” I cry out, as he slams into me, fingers squeezing tighter then moving around to my throat.

“You like that, don’t you?” He teases as his hand grips a little tighter around my throat. I open my mouth to tell him I’m cumming but my orgasm washes over me in breathtaking waves. My hips continue to buck up against his as he grinds down into me until I feel his release inside of me.

He falls to the side of me, pushing my hair away from my face and peppering the smallest of kisses down my cheek. My eyes flutter closed as I regulate my breathing.

“Hey.” He takes my face in his hands. “You’re right.” I open my mouth to tease him, because, yes. I know I am, but he smiles and beats me to it, clasping a hand over my mouth. “Don’t.” I smile under his hand and he kisses my forehead. “I wished her all the best and blocked her number right before your little stunt out there.” He confesses, reaching around me to turn off the bedside lamp.

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Daddy/ 9

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

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Includes- Stepdad Namjoon, "Dumb/naive" reader, reader name not used- instead called "baby"or "bunny", all are of consenting age, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, smidge of fluff, unintended voyeurism, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, big decisions are made

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2 weeks later

Pulling her down the bed, I open her legs as I kneel down, burying my face in her cunt

"Daddy", she moans, my tongue licking in-between her swollen pussy lips, tasting her again

I move my tongue hard, up and down, swirling all over, her hands gripping the sheets hard, twisting

I was right, everything is back to normal

I'm over the shock of her pregnancy and I resumed fucking her normally the next day

Everything has been back to the way it was

I'm her daddy and she's my cock loving bunny

I haven't had any feelings like I did before

I haven't been close to her when we fuck like I was that day in the shower

All is good

She went to the doctor a few days after we found out she's pregnant

The baby is fine, she's a little over two months along and the baby is due in August

I told her we have to keep it a secret from her mom for now

Until I can figure out what to tell her mom

She agreed and has been quiet about it

I slide my tongue down to her wet hole, shoving my tongue into her

"Oh fuck", she yells, her body tensing

Holding her legs open, I fuck my tongue into her cunt, her juice spilling all over my face

I gotta admit, I love how wet she gets, how it gets all over my face and neck and how good she tastes

"Ddd...daddy"

"Cum, now. I'm hungry", I demand

Slipping my tongue back in, she clenches down hard, crying daddy as she orgasms

Her cream covers my tongue and I eagerly swallow it, not being able to get enough

And wanting more

When she finishes, I move my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit

"Daddy!", she shouts, her hips snapping into my face

"Keep going bunny", I order her, lavishing her clit in licks one after the other

Her body shivers as I eat her out, her moans getting louder and louder

Sucking on her clit, she screams in pleasure, fucking my face as her hips move quickly

"Daddy. Gonna cum. Daddy!", she yells

"Mmm hmm", I answer, going harder at her pussy

Waiting for her cream

"Daddy!', she screams, coming, arching off the bed

Right as the door opens

"What is going on?", her mom shrieks, staring at me and her daughter

I lift my eyes to her mom's horrified face as I drop my tongue, lapping and swallowing her cum

Shit

But right now I don't care

My cock hurts and I need to be inside her cunt

After I swallow all her cream, I stand up, hold one of her legs open and slide into her tight cunt

"Fuck yes", I whisper while she moans loudly

Ignoring her mom, I immediately I move, in and out of her tight cunt, getting some relief for my hard dick

"Namjoon!", her mom yells, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I continue to fuck bunny's small pussy, her eyes glazing over from being fucked stupid, moans falling from her lips

I just smirk at her mom

"I'm fucking our daughter"

"What.. why ....when...how...what?", she splutters

"Because she has the tightest cunt I've ever been in", I answer, holding bunny's legs higher, the angle allowing me to slam her spot

And she screams loudly in pleasure

"Namjoon, why?", her mom shrieks

"Because you made her the perfect fuck toy. Dumb, naive, gullible with a perfect body. Obedient. Does whatever I say whenever I say"

I look to bunny, "Tell her what you are"

"I'm daddy's cock sleeve", she moans, her cunt getting tighter on me

"You're what?", her mom screeches

"Ddd...daddy wears me all the time"

"What did you do to my daughter?", her mom shouts

"I made her addicted to orgasms. To sex. To my cock. To me"

"Oh my god", her mom cries, her hand over her mouth

"All I had to do was finger her and suck her clit and she was mine. You wanna know what she does all day? She's on my cock. She loves riding me, loves coming. You deprived her, told her such bullshit stories about sex that the first dose of it she got, she was mine"

"You're sick", her mom snarls

I scoff, "No. I just know good pussy. It makes sense, she's closer to my age than you are. It wouldn't be strange if I dated her. I just met her through you that's why you think it's sick. But if I met her normally then you wouldn't blink an eye"

Bunny whines and I pick up the pace, slamming into her spot, making her body shake, her cunt pulsing the way I've come to love as she completely creams my cock

"Stop. Get off her"

I laugh, "No. She's so close to coming. Her cunt just got so tight on me. I'm not leaving here anytime soon"

"Namjoon!"

"Get the fuck out!", I yell, "You're not even supposed to be home for another four hours!"

"I left early!", she screams

"Obviously. But get the fuck out of my room now!"

Her mom looks down at bunny, her face in horror at the pleasure on bunny's face

"This is fucking wrong. I can't", her mom whispers, turning and moving quickly to the door

She leaves, the door slamming, not fazing me at all as I fuck into bunny's cunt

I don't care

I don't care about anything except feeling bunny cum on me

"C'mon my little cum slut. Cum on my cock"

Hitting her deeply, she cries out as she climaxes, squirt pouring from her cunt

My entire lower body is soaked and I love it

It feels so fucking good

When she finishes, I move on top of her, slamming my hands on either side of her head

"Move your legs higher", I order

Her legs slide higher on my waist as I roll my hips, thrusting deeply inside her, smashing her spot over and over

"Daddy! Feel so good", she moans

Her eyes are so fucked out, pleasure on her face

Her hands wrap around my wrists, holding on tightly as she takes the pounding I'm giving her

Her pussy is pouring creamy juice making it so easy to fuck her, her cunt pulsing so blissfully, it's insane

"Daddy", she whispers, her legs shaking around me

"Close bunny. You're so close"

She nods, her eyes closing, her mouth slightly open, breathing softly

I stare down at her, just realizing how fucking beautiful she is

Without thinking I lower by body against hers, her skin touching mine and blazing every nerve in me

My pace slows a little as lay on her

Without opening her eyes, hers arms move around my body, her hands holding onto my back

And it feels amazing

I keep moving into her deeply, watching her as she gets closer

And getting more turned on by her pleasure

"Daddy", she moans softly

And I don't know what the fuck comes over me but I lean my head down, pressing my lips against hers

My entire world is rocked from this one kiss and I can't stop

I close my eyes, moving my arms around her as I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue in, against hers

Her arms move around my neck, holding me close to her, kissing me back passionately

As we kiss, my head is empty, just feeling how good her kiss feels

I rock my hips into hers, plunging in against her spot, starting her orgasm

She gasps against my lips as her body shakes against me, her head pushing back into the pillow

I quickly press kiss after kiss to her neck, feeling the intense pleasure from her orgasm, moaning into her neck

Jesus Christ, it's fucking incredible

"Daddy", she moans as her orgasm ends and that word snaps me out of whatever the fucking trance I was in

What the actual fuck?

Did I just...kiss her?

And I liked it

What the fuck?

Why did I do that?

Why did I kiss her while she came, hold her?

Fuck

I immediately let go of her, pulling out, freaking out

"Daddy?", she asks, sitting up, a confused look on her face

I need to get a grip

It meant nothing

Absolutely nothing

I'm still hard and I still need to cum

Then I can make her leave and chill out

"Ride me", I demand, hiding my panic about what the hell just happened

She nods, "Ok daddy"

Laying down on the bed, she gets on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position

She holds my cock up, sinking down on it immediately

I watch her cunt swallow my cock, leaving a huge creamy mess

The pleasure fills my body, distracting me from my worries

"Good girl. Ride daddy's cock bunny"

She moves immediately, bouncing hard, sliding to my head then taking all of me back down

I watch her move, her slit so pretty stretching around me

She fucks me desperately, leaving a pretty ring of cream around the base of my cock and some on her stretched slit

Her pussy is so fucking wet, the squelching sounds so loud

Fuck, I fucking love that sound

I'm just getting into it when, her mom comes back in the room

"Fucking hell! Get her off you!"

Didn't I tell her to get the fuck out already?

Why is she back?

"No", I answer, the pleasure so intense

"Namjoon!", her mom yells and I'm so over her

"This is her all day everyday", I snap, cutting off whatever she was gonna say that I don't want to hear, "Pumping my cock inside her, coming like it's her job"

Her mom turns away, her hand over her mouth

"It's either this or she's deepthroating my cock and swallowing all my cum"

"Daddy's milk tastes so good", she whines, fucking her spot hard on my head

"Or I'm eating her cunt and she's coming in my mouth over and over"

"Stop!", her mom shouts

"Get out!", I roar

She ignores me, looking at bunny, "Baby get off him! Please, get off him!"

"She's not going anywhere", I growl

Bunny shakes her head, still riding me

Her cunt throbs hard around me, spiking the pleasure

"Don't stop bunny"

She's gonna cum and so am I

"Get off him!", her mom shouts

"Ddd..daddy!", she cries, pussy exploding on me as she climaxes, sucking so hard on my cock

"Fuck, fuck fuck, yes!", I yell, ecstacy crashing over me, keeping her on my cock, emptying into her throbbing, coming cunt

God it feels fucking out of this world

The pleasure ebbs as I pant for breath

"Did you just cum inside my daughter?", her mom yells, ruining my post orgasm bliss

Looking up at her mom, I glare at her, "Yeah I fucking did. Like I always do"

I sit up, lifting bunny off me and putting her next to me in the bed

"And she came on me", I snap, getting up and putting my boxers on, "Like she always does"

Picking up bunny's oversized PJ shirt, I hand it to her

She takes it and puts it on immediately

Her mom is looking at me like I'm scum but I don't give a fuck

"This stops now!"

I snort, "No it's not. She's an adult. I'm an adult. I can fuck who I want and so can she. And I happen to like fucking her"

I ignore the thoughts that are adding that I like kissing her too

Because there's no way I'm admitting that to anyone, let alone her mom

"You're married! To me!", she shouts

I scoff, "It's a sham marriage and you know it. You married me to trap me. To move into my house with your daughter. To have me pay everything for you and her. You lured me with sex, pretended to be everything I'd want in a girl. Then once we were married you dropped the act. You never wanted to do anything. No touching, no sex, no oral. Nothing. You ignored me and treated my like a checkbook. You never loved me like you claimed"

Not that her loving me mattered to me

I didn't care if she loved me or not

I just wanted the pussy she promised me

And my parents were on my back to get married so it seemed like a good idea at the time

"You didn't love me either!", her mom yells

"Yeah but I never said I did. You knew from the get go I don't do that romantic shit. That's why you promised me all that sex, promised to do whatever I wanted. I never loved you and you knew it. I never pretended otherwise"

She totally played me

I only stayed because my parents asked me to try

They didn't want me to be divorced after less than a year of marriage

I agreed and just fucked whoever I wanted

I was just about to leave her when everything started with bunny

Then I had a reason to stay, for awhile anyway

"So what? You fuck my daughter as revenge?"

I snort, "God, don't be so fucking dramatic. I fucked her because she's hot, because I made her into everything I wanted. Everything you said you'd be. I didn't think of you once when I started fucking bunny. I did it because I wanted to"

"You call my daughter bunny? What the fuck?"

"Yeah, because she hops on my dick like a bunny"

"You're fucking disgusting", her mom snarls

I just shrug

Her opinion doesn't matter to me

"Baby you have to stop this. You can't be with Namjoon. He's using you", she tells bunny

Bunny looks down at the bed, "I know mama. But, I like what he does"

I'm a little surprised

I didn't know she knew I was using her

I mean she knew I just fucked her so I guess I shouldn't be surprised

"The sex you have with him doesn't mean anything. He doesn't care about you, he just uses you to get off. You deserve more than that. You deserve someone who loves you, who is with you because they want to make you feel good. Not to just cum"

"I make her feel good", I defend

"You don't care about her. I bet you make her cum because you like the way it feels. It's not because you want her to feel good. You're a fucking asshole like that", her mom spits

I shrug

She's not wrong

"We're going to leave ok?", she tells bunny, "Were going to move and you'll never see him again"

I snort

Yeah right

No way she could support bunny and her on her job

"Fuck off Namjoon"

"Mama, I don't want to leave daddy"

"You have to", her mom demands

Bunny shakes her head, "I cant. Mama, daddy gave me a baby"

Oh Jesus

She really had to tell her mom now?

It was supposed to be a secret

Whatever, it was gonna come out anyway

Her mother looks at me in horror, "You did what?"

"There's a baby inside me mommy", bunny clarifies

"What the fuck did you do Namjoon?"

I shrug, "I didn't mean to. I just fuck her so often that I guess it just happened"

"That's your fucking answer! It just happened?"

I nod

What does she want from me?

I didn't mean to knock her up

"Namjoon!"

"What?", I snarl

"Did you really get her pregnant?"

"Yes ok", I snarl, "She's pregnant with my kid ok?"

"No, it's not ok!", her mom roars, "She not having your fucking spawn!"

"Don't call my baby a spawn", I snarl, "And you don't have a say if she's having the baby. She wants to stay with me and she wants to have the baby"

"Not a chance in hell. She's staying with me and she's getting rid of it", her mom yells

"The hell she is", I snap, "You're not getting rid of my kid"

"I'm her mother", she growls

"She's an adult! She should make the choice who she wants to stay with"

"Fuck you Namjoon"

Ignoring her, I turn to her, "Bunny, do you want to stay here with daddy or go live with your mom?"

"You're not her dad. Stop saying that"

"You're right", I concede, "I'm more like her boyfriend. Or well fuck buddy. But she likes calling me daddy"

"You're disgusting"

I just roll my eyes

"Well bunny?", I ask her

"Uh...I...I don't know.."

"You have to pick bunny", I say

"She's staying with me!", her mom keeps repeating

I don't fucking care what she says

She can keep screaming that bunny will go with her but if bunny doesn't want that there's no way I'm letting her mom take her

And I'm not letting her mom abort my baby

The second she said that, I realize that I want my baby

I wasn't sure before but faced with the prospect of my baby being taken away...no, I want my child

And if bunny goes with her mom, her mom will make her get rid of the baby

I keep my eyes on bunny, hoping she says she'll stay with me

We can keep fucking and I'll help with my kid

"I...I wanna stay with daddy", she says

A huge weight lifts from my body as relief seeps in

"What?", her mom gasps as I smirk

"I wanna stay with daddy. I'm having daddy's baby. I want to stay with daddy"

"But baby-", her mom starts

"I need daddy", she interrupts, "I need daddy to help me with the baby. And....I need daddy's cock"

"Oh my god", her mom gasps

"Daddy's cock is so big and feels so good. I need it mommy. Don't take daddy's cock from me", she whines

I just continue smirking

"Baby, there is more to a relationship than sex. You can't be with any man just for his dick"

I snort

Yes she can

Any girl can just as any guy can be with a girl for her cunt

"I want daddy. I want to stay with daddy. We're having a baby. I want him"

"Joanne-"

"She wants to stay with me", I growl, "She's said it like ten times. What don't you get?"

"I don't want my daughter to stay with a fucking lowlife asshole who uses her and won't help her with the baby he dumped on her"

I narrow my eyes

She knows nothing about me

She avoids me every time she's in the house

"I'm not a lowlife. Yeah I'm an asshole but I'm not dumping the baby on her. I'm going to help her"

"Joanne, you're not staying here", her mom says, ignoring me

"Mama-"

Her mom stands up, grabbing her arm, "Get up now. We're going"

"No, mom"

Bunny struggles against her mom, but her mom pulls her hard and bunny gets tangled in the blankets and falls to the floor

I'm up in a second, in between them, keeping Bunny behind me

"Are you insane?", I bellow, "Pulling a fucking pregnant girl like that and making her fall? You're not going to hurt her or my baby"

"Fuck off Namjoon. She's my daughter. She's not any part of your family so fucking off"

She tries to reach around me for bunny but I block her

"She is carrying my kid. That's part of my family. And you're not taking her against her will", I snarl, "Get the fuck out of my house and don't come back"

She looks taken aback but I don't care

She's not doing this shit in my house

"I need to pack our things", she snaps

"She's staying here!", I roar, getting fed up, "She doesn't want to go with you. Get the fuck over it! I'll get movers to pack your shit and get it to you. Just get the fuck out of my house. Now!"

Her mom's face is so red, rage on her face

"Joanne is this what you want? To stay with this asshole?", she growls, "Because of it is then you're not my daughter anymore. I'm done with you. You're dead to me"

I sigh, staring at the ceiling

She's really going overboard

She's going to abandon her daughter?

And she says I'm an asshole

"No ma, I love you-"

"No. I'm not going to stand by and let you throw your life away for some prick. If you stay with him, don't ever come back to me. Don't find me, don't speak to me. I want nothing to do with you"

She's being really harsh

I get her mom is upset but she should be upset with me

Not bunny

"What is your choice?"

"I'm staying with Namjoon", she says

I'm a little startled to hear my real name in her voice

But I get that this is a serious decision and using my name is appropriate in this situation

"Fine. Fuck both of you", her mom snarls, then whirls around, storming out

"Mama", she whispers, so sadly

I hear her mom stomp down the stairs, the sound of the front door slamming sounding in the quiet house

I turn to her, not surprised to see her crying

I know her mom abandoning hurts her

Her eyes raise to mine, "I...I'm going to my room daddy. You...uh you don't need me do you?"

I'm at a loss of what to do

She shouldn't be alone now but I don't know how to comfort her

I've never had to do to before and honestly I don't want to

I don't want to be more confused with my feelings

"Uh no bunny. You can go if you want"

She nods, walking around me

I just watch her leave room, go down the hall and into her room

Her door closes and I stand in my room, not knowing what the fuck to do now

--------------------------

A few hours later

I hear her door open, her footsteps coming down the stairs

I get up from my computer chair in my office and walk to the door, peering out

I'm trying to get some work done but I find myself worried about her

A lot was thrown at her today and she's been in her room for hours

I hear her in the kitchen, the fridge opening and closing, plates clattering on a hard surface

Leaving my office, I walk into the kitchen

She's making a sandwich, looking up when she hears my footsteps

"Oh, hi daddy. I'm a little hungry. Do you want one too?"

I shake my head, "No thanks bunny"

"Ok", she says, then continues to make her food

I feel like we should talk about what we're doing now

"Uh bunny-"

She shakes her head, making me stop

"I know daddy ok. I know nothing is different. I know you still want to have sex and I'm ok with it. I know you want to help with the baby and I'm ok with it. I just...I just need a little time to get over what my mom said ok?"

I nod, surprised that she knows what I was going to say

She finishes making her food, taking her plate and a water bottle

She smiles sadly at me, "It'll be ok daddy"

I nod, "Yeah bunny. It'll be ok. Whatever you need, for you or the baby tell me and I'll pay for it ok?"

She nods, "Yeah daddy. Thanks"

"Yeah"

"See you later daddy"

She walks around me and disappears back upstairs

She seems ok but I know she's still hurt

She needs a little time and I'll give it to her

But she's right

It'll be ok

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