#i hope you all love amira as much as i do

[madame-fear]

For drabbles maybe prompt 14 with Enzo’s nose? 🤭 love all you do, hope you have a wonderful day

꒰ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. ꒱

ೀ amira speaks! : you are so sweet nonnie, thank you, glad you like my works! 🥺 this is the first request I ever take of him,, so I hope you enjoy your reading! 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : request above.♡ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 437.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : drabble, fluff, established relationship. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Enzo Vogrincic x (fem!)Reader ˗ˏˋ ꒰ prompt used : 14. tracing [character]’s features while they sleep, and vice versa.

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Physical touch was something Enzo always craved for in your relationship — it was a love language already established in your relationship.

There was something in the way the tip of your fingers traced his skin delicately that helped him feel soothed by your warmth. With all the premieres, interviews, events, and other things related to his acting career, he was just tired. And sometimes, he didn’t have as much time to spend with you like he used to have — but, something Enzo often appreciated, was feeling your touch whenever he was just too exhausted.

You sat on the couch of your living room, as he laid on it and his head weighed on your lap; enjoying the comforting silence that loomed over the space. For you, it felt quite comfortable to have him that way, being allowed to trace his features as much as you pleased while Enzo tried to rest after a long, tiring day. The only thing he could possibly wish for at the moment, was to be taken care of by you.

The tip of your finger wandered mindlessly over his features, occasionally tracing small shapes on his skin. Your stare was fixed down on him, admiring every bit of his face as he calmly rested with his head on top of your lap. Enzo wasn’t asleep per se; his eyes might have been closed, yes — but merely because of the heaviness he felt on them from exhaustion. He was quite conscious of the way you took care of him. The feeling was soothing enough to help him fall asleep almost immediatly.

Softly, you moved your finger towards his nose. Your digit traced the outline of his nose, moving slowly as to appreciate the feeling of his skin against your own. The tracing movement you made was calm and leisure, allowing your index finger to explore his nose and pamper him in a sweet way. You knew he liked the way in which you took the time to caress every inch of his skin and his beauteous features, and you would do it whenever it was needed, or he asked you to do so.

A discreet, tired grin appeared at the corner of his lips, as you continued to move the tip of your index finger through his nose. You noticed it immediatly, smiling to yourself proudly. He felt as satisfied and content as you felt whenever you managed to explore his face with your fingers. His life by your side was quite fulfilled even with tender little moments such as these — and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic fluff #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic drabble #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic y tu #lsdln #amira’s 2300 followers celebration #drabbles are open

[mellowinfluencermiracle]

Can you write about her and the grid couple and her family dynamics like in details with each couple and family member?

Hi love! Sorry it took me so long. I hope this is what you were searching for! @zahwoka My request are always open. Feedback is welcome. -XoXo

Baby!Sainz Relationships

Carlos Sainz Sr. and Reyes Vázquez de Castro -I think there's not much to say here -the two of them were more than joyed to have another baby -she definitely has her Papá wrapped around her finger -so that means that her Mamá has to be the bad cop -they are quite protective of her -i mean, no parent wants to let their youngest daughter fly to Colombia alone and stay there for nearly one year (for Narcos) -they were always very supportive of her career -all in all they are the best parents she could ask for

Ana and Blanca Sainz -YAY -another sister -when i tell you, those two acted like she was a doll -Amira always goes to them when she has boy problems -they are definitely the type of sisters to color each others nails,do their Make-Up together,… -when they were kids, they always forced Carlos to play Barbie with them -ALWAYS -they always criticize each other -but if someone else dares to: you're never seen again -when they are older, they will live pretty close -they also never know who has whose clothes -they also encourage Amira to embrace her beauty and attention she receives -which only gives Carlos more gray hair (Senior ans Junior) -they are Amiras safe space -all in all they are like to Spanish Power-Puff-Girls

Carlos Sainz -Carlitos -poor little Carlitos -during his younger years he is so busy chasing away the boys -now it's the same thing, just that the boys became men -is a really protective brother -he was NOT happy when Amira went to Colombia -will buy her anything -"do you like the new Dior dress, hermanita? Let me get it for" -visits her quite often unexpected -he aged at least 20 years when his sister decided to wear crop tops -hates to leave her alone -it feels like he is dying -was very happy when she decided to attend his races -but he forgot about the drivers (and their girlfriends) -look it's not his fault that non of them are good enough for his darling sister -Carlos is her protector and always will be -a big spider in the room? Bring me tissue hermanita -a scary thunderstorm? He will hug her the whole time -he will always be there for her

Baby!Sainz isn't in a relationship the any of them, even though it may seem like that (But we all now she isn't the brightest out there)

Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet -for some reason they give me Older couple x younger babygirl vibes -I mean there are not THAT old, but they kind of act like it -Max and Kelly are more mature than others (I mean, they do have Penelope) -so they would kind of treat her like an innocent babygirl -and they love it -"Don't worry Schatje, me and Kelly will do everything. You just sit here and look pretty" -Max is protective of her, but me thinks Kelly is a bit more -she doesn't like when guys are near her -she would sometimes pick clothes for her to wear -protective waist holding -they surely took her and P to a lot of ski trips -and Penelope? she adores Amira -I think if they would ever manage to get together with her, she would get babied a lot

Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux -Cottage Core Vibes -they are the definition of privat but not secret -i think they tease the internet the whole time with quite strange pictures -for example: Charles post a picture of Leo with clearly two women there -or Alex posting a mirror picture with Baby!Sainz in the background, In their bedroom -they are unsurprisingly very affectionately -words of assurance are a daily thing -always calling her jolie fille, petite fleur or dove -Alex and her would be all matchy-matchy when it comes to nails, shoes, clothes… -if Alex is wearing a white dress and Baby!Sainz a black one, be sure do expect Charles to wear a black jeans with a white shirt -they would spend the summer-break with her on the yacht -would treat her like a princess -Charles would write a song for her, of course -the prince of Monaco and his two princesses

Pierre Gasly and Francisca Gomes -Ok it might only be me that thinks like that but hear me out -I feel like Pierre and Kika a very possessive of her -no doubt they already manipulated her to spend more time with them -of course she wouldn't find out -if they are sitting somewhere, Pierre will have a hand on her thigh and Kika would play with her hair -and Amira would only be like: Oh physical touch is their love language -would tease her with their touches -when Kika buys her a necklace and puts it on her in front of a mirror while babygirl holds her hair up, she will definitely kiss her from the shoulder to her neck -or when Pierre helps her take of her heels, be sure to expect his hand to lightly touch her neck -we all know how much PDA those two like -they will not hesitate to do the same with her -in the club, when they are dancing, she will be in the middle -the hands will roam each other and….. -well babygirl surly isn't the smartest one out there -the will be possessive till the end of the world

Daniel Ricciardo and Heidi Berger -the fun couple -they call her Roo, because she is their very own Kangaroo -if Baby!Sainz ever seeks an adventure, she knows where she has to go -they would take her on late night drives -she wants McDonalds at 3am? No problem, let us grab our shoes -during the Australia GP she is certainly staying with them -they teach her how to surf and take her to the Australian Zoo -Of course, Babygirl has to sleep in their rooms -what if a big bad spider comes? -or a snake that wants to bite her? -only Heidi and Daniel can protect her -when they have a bond fire, Heidi will brush her hair and Daniel will take a hundred of pictures -and if she falls asleep in her lap while Daniel plays the guitar, that's no-ones business but their own

George Russell and Carmen Mundt -Old money vibes -they are without a doubt the couple that always celebrates each others accomplishments -George likes to show the two of them of -I mean, who wouldn't like to have those two by his side -they will take her anywhere -a family feats? Ohh honey, you have to meet my grandma -a Tommy Hilfiger shoot? Honey the always need more models -a vacation in Spain? Honey, you know George will get a sunburn without us -what really makes her heart race is when she is talking and they give her 1005 of their attention -she is actually always happy when George is shirtless -for example: the Watermelon picture (fr that was freaking hot) -their will always leave space in the middle for her -I think, they are quite protective

Oscar Piastri and Lily Zneimer -they give me the quite kind of love -shared glances -fleeting touches -i feel like they were quite shy with each other the first time they met -over time, they opened up more to each-other -now they will have a monthly movie night -her head on Lily's lap -her feet on Oscar's lap -they have insider jokes with each other -if Baby!Sainz ever needs quite time, they are the perfect couple for that -I imagine long walks on the beach during the sunset -sharing the same blanket and watching the sky

Alex Albon and Lily Muni He -like Pierre and Kika I think the are quite possessiv as well -They would certainly be the funny couple as well -but I think that they sometimes get quite jealous as well -they will post her often on Instagram -include her in all the fun activity's -however, if they think she spends to much time with someone unimportant, they always have a reason the get her away -"Oh my god, love! I have to show you this new bag i got you. It's blue and small and-oh hi George- and has a little glitter on it and…." -as I said -possessive -they would be the couple to cuddle her when she's sick -play with her fingers during a conversation -make her look at them with a hand under her chin

Extra: Rebecca Donaldson -she is like a third sister to Amira -always goes shopping with her -which doesn't make Carlos happy -they are the types to read the Vogue together and watch the Met Gala with each-other -Mira and Becca are a dream team -me thinks they have the quite kind of friendship -the giving advice to each-other and be complete honest -Carlos is happy that they get along amazingly, but what do you mean his sister is here to visit Rebecca and not him??????

Lewis Hamilton -let's be honest -we all have an older man crush -and hers is 100% Sir Hamilton -I mean, look at those hands -look at his tattoos -is the type to buy dresses for her -when she wants to go out, "here baby, use my credit card" -he can make her blush and giggle like a school girl -he would definitely be the soft but dominate partner -with him, she truly is babygirl -would buy the world for her -(Am I listening to Older by Isabel LaRosa? Yes!)

Lando Norris -oh boy -on one hand Lando would feel very guilty -it is his best freinds littles sister -but the heart wants what it wants -and his wants Amira Sainz -at first Lando would be kind of like a dork -trying to make her laugh all the time -taking her to go karting together -meeting his friends -but over time Lando would become more bolder -the hugs would linger -he would stare more -and the nicknames would include a my -"What did you do today, MY pretty girl?" -"MY darling, aren't you a sight fore sore eyes" -if she ever starts doubting herself, he will be the first one to stop her -would have one of her necklaces around his neck all the time -he would use stupid excuses to spend time with her -"my girl, can you help me with my curls again?" -he might have been Lando Norizz a long time ago -but now hes full of Rizz (?)

#carlos sainz x sister!reader #max verstappen x kelly piquet x reader #charles leclerc x alexandra saint mleux x reader #pierre gasly x kika gomez x reader #daniel ricciardo x heidi berger x reader #george russel x carmen mundt x reader #oscar piastri x lily zneimer x reader #alex albon x lily minu he x reader #rebecca donaldson x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lando norris x reader #baby!sainz!sister

[andypantsx3]

Okay I got self conscious about being annoying on the dash so I put everything into a megapost lol. Thank you guys so so so much for everything, it means the world to me. ❤️❤️

@strawberrystepmom Ahhh Kendall, thank you!!! I did have a very wonderful day and got to see some of the people I love most (and will get to see more this weekend)! I hope you also had a very good day too!! Thank you for being so nice to me always!!! 🥺

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My dear anon, I did!! Thank you for making my day a special one. I mostly wish for soup and I know I will be having that soon lmao, so thank you for helping me manifest this. Sending you all of my love!!!!!

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THONK U MY BELOVED!!!! This made me laugh lmao, I hope you are having a great day!!

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#ask andie #happy bird day

[queers-gambit]

HELLO!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH I DO NOT REGRET READING ALL YOUR WORKS FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS HUEHEEUEHEUE

I also really love how you write Aemond and so with that in mind, how would he react if ever in a very unlucky world, he would lose both his child and wife at childbirth (not like viserys where he was given a choice) but bec it just didnt end well esp when pregnancies doesnt really guarantee a safe delivery all the time

oh, that's a lot of reading, poppet! take a break!! (but thank you so much, you're so cute, i love you)

oh, you want ANGST angst? let's get into this - where's my coffee?

[ When Pride Married Prejudice ]

[ following this post // this post // this post ]

this post contains potentially triggering content as we discuss the labors of childbirth, and a very small skimming of what can go wrong. i want everyone to proceed with maturity and caution.

this is NOT part of the WPMP storyline, just a hypothetical.

When he finds out sweet girl is pregnant, the lad is running around as if his head has been cut off - trying to read and learn as much as he could. He'll spend hours in the library and return to your chambers with a few particularly interesting tomes, asking her if you knew about this and that while being pregnant.

He learns about the good, he learns about the bad.

He prepares for what can go right, for what can go wrong.

Yet nothing can truly prepare him for the harsh, mind-numbing reality that he faces. It's so much easier to blame something; be it an inexperienced Maester, or even something tangible - like the baby being flipped the wrong way.

Not something as simple, yet unstoppable, as herniating a blood clot and bleeding out whilst the child wriggled in distress and eventually coiled the umbilical cord around its neck.

He's kept from the birthing chambers originally, and the Maesters only allow Alicent and your hand maiden, Amira, in the room for moral support. He listens to you scream and cry in pain for a solid day and a half, until, things go quiet.

Unusually quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Heart-pounding quiet.

Aemond remains in the hall with Aegon, who had come to check on his brother and offer company, only to be present when all sounds from the birthing chamber suddenly stop. Aegon foolishly claps his brother on the shoulder and congratulates him, assuring the cease in noise was a good sign and meant the baby must've been born.

They wait another hour or more with false hope.

When the door finally cracks open, Aemond takes on look at his mother and knows something terrible has happened. She'll keep the door cracked to prevent him sight, but all is lost when there comes a procession of midwives - all clutching heavily bloodied rags close to their chest. His eye fills with tears and meets the weary gaze of his mother, and all she can muster is, "Come inside, Aemond. You should say goodbye."

"What's happened?" He demands, but there's an unspoken understanding settling over them all.

"Come say goodbye," she whispers again and opens the door for him. There's three different Maesters, plus the Grand Maester, all waiting with bowed head - standing in a line as if to greet the Prince.

Their robes are all soiled in blood, and there, in the middle of the room, laid his wife - his sweet girl - in puddles of her own life's liquid. It soaks into the mattress, blooms into the sheets laying over your cool, stoic form; and there, at the bottom of the bed, laid a bundle.

He's quiet as he assess the room and quickly understands that more blood dripped off the mattress than laid in your body. He hears Alicent and Aegon at the door, but demands again, "What happened?"

One of the Maesters slowly steps up and explains that sometimes, during birth, the stress is too much on the body and there are certain circumstances that nobody can avoid - or help. One, being when the bleeding to too great - a tear located internally that cannot be seen. The baby then went into distress and eventually choked in the womb, being born with the cord around it's neck.

When Aemond carefully pulls the cloth bundle from his baby's face, he'll freeze when he notes the purplish hue coating the pale skin of the babe. In fact, the whole of it looks darkened with bruises and he feels his heart crack right down the middle.

As the Maester explains in depth what went wrong, the Prince slowly approaches your side and kneels. He'll tilt your head towards him and just wait, thinking this was all a bad dream and not truly real; mind reeling to bring forth the facts about births-gone-wrong.

Yet nothing in his mind will comfort him as he slowly takes up your hand. It's cool, not yet cold, but not warmed like your usual touch. Your fingers are stiff and rigid, making him frown as he tries to lace your fingers together for a final time.

His heart officially breaks.

"Why couldn't you save her?" He asks the room when it goes silent, staring at your face.

"Sometimes, there's nothing, even the most trained hand, can do," the Maester explained.

He nods slowly and leans down to press a parting kiss to your forehead. It's still not real, but his temper is flaring as he lets go of you to turn and stare menacingly at the Maester. His mother and brother are on high alert, understanding the dangerous glint in his eyes meant he was beyond words and rational thought.

"Are you?" Aemond grits.

"Am I what, my Prince?" The Maester trembles.

"The most trained hand?"

"W-Well, n-no, I would imagine there's a great deal more skilled than I," the Maester stuttered, glancing to the Queen for help.

"Then there is no use for you," Aemond sighed, blinking once, and brandishing his dagger to stab the Maester's chest. He holds the dying man for a moment before wrenching his knife free and lets the body drop to the floor. "And you?" He demands of the other Maesters. "Which of you will assume responsibility for this?"

"My Prince, sometimes, a woman's body only - "

"Do not try to blame this one her," Aemond seethed, turning to the Maester who dared speak. "This was not her doing - it was your job to protect her!" He yells as he drives his dagger into the second Maester, twisting it deeper.

Seemingly realizing their fate, the others shuffle back a few steps.

"It was your job t-to protect her in this," he pants, confusion warping his mind as guilt soon plunges his stomach. "I should've been here."

"No, Aemond, there was nothing you could have done," his mother tries to insist.

"I am her husband," his voice cracks with emotion, glaring at his mother, "and I could protect her from much more. I just should've been here for her..." His gaze turns back to the bed, choking, "She was alone... She died alone."

"She wasn't," Amira, who stood crying in the corner, finally spoke. Aemond silenced himself at the sight of her, looking shroud into the corner as she withdrew into herself at the loss of her Lady; at the loss of her friend. "She wasn't alone... I-I was here with her."

"The whole time," Alicent promised Aemond softly.

"A-And should it bring your comfort, my Prince," Amira whispered, but it was like her voice echoed across the room, "I reminded her of your love until the end... And selfishly, of my love, too."

Aemond felt the emotional dam in his chest give way. He'll hold his breath for a moment and let it out, shakily, as he nods at the older woman, "You were always like family to her... I'm glad if it wasn't me, it was you with her."

"Me too," Amira whispered before breaking down in a sob.

For some reason, Aemond's feet carried him towards the corner and lowered himself to where the maid had sank to the floor. When his arm came around her shoulder for comfort, Amira was turning to cling onto his neck and sob.

"I want her back," the woman grieved.

"Me too, Mira," Aemond assured, his own tears starting.

"Come," Aegon directed his mother and remaining Maesters, "let us give them privacy, time to say goodbye."

Aemond wanted to shout his thanks but it felt wrong. Why did he need to thank anyone for leaving him alone to say goodbye to his wife?

Amira sobbed without pause for the better part of an hour, and Aemond just silently held her. Offering nothing but his arms for comfort, the words lacking him. But then, like a switch, Amira was pulling away and apologizing. "For what?" Aemond muttered.

"You just lost your wife and child," she whispered, wiping her face, "and yet sit here, comforting me... No, it should be the other way around."

"In truth, Amira?" She nodded. "I do not think there is any comfort for me. Not anymore," his gaze turns back to the bed, "not without her. I do not know what to think other than this is not real."

"I wish is wasn't," Mira nodded. "But it is our reality."

Amira eventually collects herself and leaves the room, too. Aemond slowly, so very slowly, gets to his feet and nears the drying-bed. He'll once more kneel and take your hand, laying a kiss to the back of it. "C'mon," he'll quietly encourage, "you can't be gone, my love. You've gotta get up, okay? You've gotta get up, sweet girl, I can't do this alone. I need you. Hear me?" He squeezes your hand but there's no response. "This... Cannot be," he'll whisper in defeat, bowing his head at last, and sobs horrible sobs into the bedside.

His brother, who had ushered everyone else away, is the only one left in the hall to hear Aemond sob, beg his wife to come back, swear he loved her; promising to do better - as if she died because he wasn't husband enough. As if he wasn't man enough.

At the funeral, Aemond stands alone. There's something akin to guilt that plunges his stomach to his feet and he'll want to isolate himself. His family doesn't think it's a good idea but there's never a time to approach him; he's always alone, always lost in thought. He's angry and takes it out on anyone who tries to speak to him.

Kasta burns your body, and that of your child. Aemond sets her free after that.

He'll become reclusive to the library, ignoring all other responsibilities. You thought he read everything before the pregnancy? Well, now that his wife is gone, he'll read anything he can about the complications of birth.

Some blame the father's seed. Some blame the mother's womb. Some blame wine or ales ingested during pregnancy. And some cite the Gods for playing their hand.

Either way, Aemond began to slowly understand that these kinds of accidents can happen - and there's never any one person to blame because they are simply that: an accident. He'll read until he's cross-eyed, and Amira often finds him face-down in a book, asleep on the library's table top with a single candle burning.

She becomes his hand-maiden because Amira is the only one Aemond can bare talking to you about. He needs someone to understand how incredible you were and what your absence has done to him, and Amira's always there for him.

She feels the obligation after your passing.

She sees the way in which Aemond is falling apart at the seams.

So, she'll make it her personal mission to make sure he's cared for. She's a little harsher with him then others, but it gets him to eat most days and she's satisfied enough in that.

Yet, Aemond won't talk to anyone else really. Not his mother, not his sister; not Otto, not even Cole. Aegon was overly sympathetic to Aemond's pain and lightened up on the jokes and hardened demeanor he showed his brother. Yet, he did not hesitate to send Aemond into the chaos of war.

However, it proved useful, as Aemond was ruthless in the heat of battle. All his anger is channeled into this war and Vhagar feels it. She's noted the absence of her master's wife, and from the feelings of overwhelming sadness coming from him, she understands something's happened to you. He becomes a shell of himself, but that could be expected, since it was you, his sweet girl, his darling wife, who broke him out of his original shell all those years ago.

Now there's nothing left but Aemond's anger - and his love, which has no wife nor child to go towards. It morphs into self-loathing because despite understanding the complications, Aemond cannot shake the idea of saving you when you needed it most, and it eats away at his soul.

#aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #prince aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

[evakuality]

4 years of Druck s3 - week 7

Things of note in this episode:

1.  This is probably my favourite episode and so this is likely to be lengthy!

2.  I really love how this conversation with Hans differs from the og.  In a lot of ways I prefer this one, unlike the one in episode 5.  In this, first, Matteo says ‘if it makes you happy’ he’ll call him his guru and I love that change in the dynamic.  Plus, I really do love that Hans is attuned enough to religion that he takes Matteo into church to have this conversation (and so Matteo’s mother does in a way see him in church that day).  I think it’s very important that a lot of Matteo’s issues about all this stem from religion and so taking him into a place of religion to demystify it is so important.  Also, Hans’s advice about David isn’t that he’s probably playing Matteo (as Eskild suggests to Isak), but that he’s probably not out and needs time and respect for that or to be left alone.  It resonates in a different way, and the fact that this religious breakthrough happens at Easter is a really lovely touch.  Plus we get the whole bit about Matteo’s mother, and he’s able to come to terms with her and her issues in a way that leaves him much calmer and more at peace.  Compare the above picture to this one from the start of the episode:

This earlier Matteo was so sad and he was at seas and all confused.  But at least he knew that going to Hans would help - and was able to do it even when Hans had been so upset with him before.  And kudos to Hans for seeing past all that and recognising that Matteo genuinely does need a gay guru and being that person for him.  This conversation has done exactly what Matteo needed it to and he’s so much happier and more at ease both with the David thing and with his mother.  

3.  Speaking of religion, this whole bit with Amira is a) so lovely and b) so important.  After their previous discussion, this has needed to be addressed and she does it in such a gracious way - which he returns.  I do think that without the chat with Hans he may have been less keen to hear what Islam thinks about homosexuality but together these two conversations have really helped him unpack some of his prejudices about religion, and he is far more willing and able to open up to hi9s mother with the hope that she won’t reject him.  I absolutely love that ‘for Easter’ Amira’s family has made some food to share, thus showing Matteo that religion can be open and accepting of other faiths, cultures and lifestyles.  Amira doesn’t just tell him she and her religion accept him, she shows him and it’s very powerful.  Even if her bringing outside food into a cafe worries me, since you’re absolutely not allowed to do it here.

4.  I really love the colours in this episode - they’re so much warmer and more cheerful than the previous ones.  Partly that’s because this was Easter and the colours work really well for that time of year.  But also because Matteo is starting to warm up and open up into his new self.  I am, once again, so impressed by the way light and colour is used in this show.  It’s just soooo goooooood.

I also love how much Carlos has grown - Kiki has such strong views and she wants everyone to agree with them.  In a lot of her life, people just don’t (I imagine Zoe must be such a stress for her, for example), but Carlos, who has been shown as a bit of a lad and quite ignorant and occasionally offensive, has taken it all on board and you can see it in the way he acts and the things he says now.  He enjoys his new knowledge and certainly has a lot of sensitivity to people and their relationships.  He’s the one who knew things were off with Matteo and Sara, and he’s the one who moves to listen actively to Matteo here and who says things he hopes are supportive and encouraging.

5.  Sara.  This poor kid.  We see here the culmination of everything that’s been going wrong in her life and it must have been so hard seeing Matteo in the midst of all this.  But I like to think that she feels lighter and happier after this is done.  We do know what she reaches out to Leonie after Matteo suggests that talking to people helps.  If we compare this picture of her to the way she was shown in s1 and even 2, she’s so diminished, shot from above and looks so weak and vulnerable.  Even compared to the social media post she made wearing this exact outfit, she looks different.  But it’s maybe like a wound being lanced - like Matteo she was trying to put up a facade, live a fake life in that earlier post.  But now she’s able to be real and yeah that hurts but it’s better and they will both be able to move on and be happier more authentic people in the aftermath.

6.  Speaking of hurting - Matteo makes so much great progress this episode and he’s able to become a happier and more settled person.  But at the core is this boy who misses the boy he thought he was creating something nice with.  He told Hans he ‘can’t believe’ that David doesn’t want him and I think that makes this even harder.  The pictures and videos David sends are sending him mixed messages.  On one hand, he’s keeping up the contact and trying to maintain something with Matteo - on the other, this stuff is all ‘it’s not you it’s me’ ‘in a different life we’d be in Detroit’ etc etc.  There’s no hint that things can be ‘real’ between them in this life and so Matteo keeps having these small moments of sadness throughout the episode.

7.  And so that’s why this whole part is tinged with a melancholy.  Unlike in other versions, there’s no passion here, no ‘throwing caution to the wind’ or anything.  Instead it’s so gentle and cautious, so fragile.  There’s a sigh of relief that David is here, but neither of them is at ease.  Of course, we start to understand David’s thing the next day.  But even here it’s so clear why Matteo feels the way he does - everything since David told him he’s not into him has been such a rollercoaster that it’s not possible for him to throw caution to the wind.  He’s felt so much sadness and heartbreak about David even this week that he can’t allow himself to fully dive into this moment.  And of course we’re left with this shot of David’s face and we get to see that he’s not happy either.  It’s a long long few hours til the next morning and David’s secret!

#druck #og druck #anniversary rewatch

[pennedbyeve]

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE PICTURES.

Note:

Hi you guys. I’ve been toying with this idea for a while, but I did not want to publish it for no apparent reason. But after talking to Zee I ripped the bandaid off and here we are. Johnny is my baby and as I write this, Amira has become my other baby. The reason why I named this sunflower is simple - sunflowers are my favorite flower, and the two of them both go through tremendous growth. Though initially they will frustrate you, but that’s what makes a story good in my opinion.

Also friends to lovers is my favorite trope so writing this makes your girl happy without further ado, I hope you all like this.

One

Johnny

CHANGE WAS NEVER A GOOD THING. Well at least to him it wasn’t. He had a steady routine and was not trying to deviate from the normalcy of this thing called life.  He was a creature of habit for sure, today was not an expectation to that. He had stopped by the local coffee shop, near his apartment and he was getting ready for work. The same old mundane 9-5, he hated but it put the food on the table, at least that was a good thing, right? 

The bustling Chicago commute was never something he was ever used to, even though he had been here his whole life, sitting in the uber drinking his lukewarm coffee he was now ready for yet another, Monday morning.  The hustle and bustle never stopped once it was time for him to get out as he clutched onto his coffee mug, he headed into the office buildings, and it was going to be another day of work. 

For the last three years he had been working as an accountant to a local business, he could recall his excitement when he told his mom when he first got hired, but now that the flashness and everything had died down, it felt like everything was on a constant cycle, though he was acclimated to it and adjusted, if he had to pivot, he could.  

Now that he was in his mid-twenties now and he was ready to settle down, he knew that marriage was one thing he had always wanted and desired, but his contenders were not his match, the ones his mom would attempt to set him up with just felt like a mismatch puzzle piece, and he never wanted to force anything.  

He had his own expectations on his own personal wants and desires, but he knew that there was someone out there for him, or at least that’s what he prayed for.  Of course, the doubts and his own insecurites would tell him otherwise, but he had a good solid group of friends – that reminded him that he was indeed worthy of love.  

He saw how his parents operated in their marriage and he knew that one day he wanted that for himself. 

After being at work – he was beyond ready to go, the evening commute was quieter than the morning, and the breeze was something he often looked forward to.

He found himself in the elevator ready to his floor, when he stepped in the scent of vanilla engulfed his nose, as he looked up at there she was – someone he had not seen in over a decade, the emotions that he thought he had moved on from were circulating his brain.

Amira Desiree Bulter, his first best friend from when they first met when they were five, from pinky promises to prom, they did everything together they both had went through ups and downs in their lives and then one summer everything changed. 

He decided to stay in Chicago for college, she went to Atlanta, she had promised they would keep in contact with each other, but that was nothing less than the truth.

The elevator felt like it took forever to reach his floor, he slid past her, being that he was much taller than her it was easier to get off the floor.

Then he saw her step off the elevator along with him and his mind started to go over a mile a minute.

He remembered that Omar, his landlord mention the day prior that someone was moving in, but he did not care to even ask who the person was.

When he made it to his apartment he dug into his pocket, he patted around for his key as he retrieved it out his pocket, he watched as she went across the street to her own apartment, now he wondered how things will play out hopefully, they would just see each other every blue moon and not too often.

“Johnny?”

Her voice was just as he remembered, extremely soft and melodic.  He could tell she was hesitant.

  He turned around to look at her – the last time they saw each other she was a few inches shorter, and her face still had some baby fat.

He couldn’t even form the words to speak to her, and he knew that was going to eat him alive all night.

Amira

SEEING JOHNNY BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELINGS. She thought she was over the thoughts she had but they were still fresh in her brain even years later. Leaving Chicago, she made a vow to never come back.   

Atlanta was nice, but she knew she that this was not her forever home, when she got into school her sole focus was bettering herself, but in the back of her mind she could not escape the thoughts of Johnny that circulated in her mind. When she saw him in the elevator the thoughts of seeing him again were never in the cards, so she could not believe her eyes when she saw him.

She knew he had questions, but this was not the time for any of that just yet, now that she noticed they were neighbors there was no escaping him, she prayed that they worked opposite hours because if not it would be so awkward.

As she moved the last box into her house, she was ready for the new beginnings, but the fact that she saw Johnny again, made her question everything to begin with, she put her box braids up into her bonnet, she wanted the night to be over, but her mind kept racing about the what ifs and the endless possibilities, as she laid on the bed, she knew that this was her new reality, and she was ready to face the things that life threw in her way.

#johnny suh x black reader #ambw kpop #johnny suh fluff #johnny suh fanfic #kpop black reader #sunflower

[ladylovesloki]

Something Real: Chapter Twelve

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: Loki and Reader learn some things about Maza…

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to post…I was on vacation and then I found out I have COVID…yay me! Forgive me if there are any mistakes…COVID brain 😷

Masterlist

“Alright boys have a good day at school.”, you kneel down and give the twins a hug. “I love you both, if you need anything have the school call me ok?”.

They both nod, Loki kneels down as well and gives them his own hugs, “we love you both, have a great day.”.

“Love you too.”, they say in unison and then they turn and walk to the school hand in hand.

“I hope Narfi will be ok today.”, you express your worry out loud.

Loki places his hand on your shoulder, “he will be fine, they both will be.”

Loki then opens a portal to the hospital so you can get to work, “what are your plans for today?”, you ask.

“I will be going to speak with Thor shortly.”, he responds quietly. You assume to try and get some more information on Maza.

You nod, “ok…well tell him I said hello. Have a good day…”, you feel awkward now. You want to give him a hug and kiss like you have been but this lingering problem with Maza, you thought better of it.

Loki notices your conflicted emotions and decides to make it easier on you, “I will see you later to collect the children, have a good day at work y/n.”. He opens another portal straight to Thor’s house and it closes behind him. You put your head down and go inside the hospital to start your work day. The first person you see is Kelly of course, “hey y/n! You never texted me yesterday, was everything ok?”

You shake your head, “not really…”, your eyes immediately start filling with tears. “Can we talk?”, you ask her, thankful that you can tell her everything that’s bothering you. She was one of the few people you can trust and you knew that anything you told her about Loki would stay between you both.

“Of course! Amira?”, she gets the other nurses attention, “y/n and I are going to talk in the office for a little bit, do you mind holding down the front?”

“Sure, go ahead”, she says with a smile.

You and Kelly walk into the office and you both sit down, you take a deep breath to calm your emotions. You knew that if you got too lost in them that Narfi might be able to feel your distressed emotions again. You take a deep breath and start telling Kelly what happened, “do you remember that woman from yesterday?”, Kelly nods. “She told me that she and Loki had an affair on Asgard before Ragnarok….”

Kelly’s eyes open wide with shock, “what?! Why the fuck would she come to your job to tell you that?!”

“She said that she felt like I deserved to know and that she had talked to Loki the day before, she assumed that he wouldn’t tell me…which he didn’t and now I know why he was so distant…I confronted him about it when he got home.”

“And what did he say?”.

“He said that he doesn’t really believe her, that he doesn’t believe he would betray me that way…all it did was convince me that he will eventually want to leave me…that I’m not enough and if the kids weren’t here…”, you don’t finish your sentence. You don’t need to.

Kelly looks at you sadly, “y/n no…he loves you..like I told you before, everyone can see the way he looks at you. I don’t understand one thing though…”

You look at her confused.. “what?”

“Why can’t he tell if she’s lying or not? I thought he was the God of them. Wouldn’t he be able to tell?”

You shook your head, “I don’t know, I never really questioned him too much about that. I only really focused on the fact that his variant had cheated on me..”

“I feel like you guys need to address that first..that sounds a little suspicious to me…who is this Maza girl anyway? It’s convenient that she’s the only one who remembers this affair..”

Just as you start to really let Kelly’s words sink in there was a light knock on the door.

Knock Knock Knock

You dry the tears on your face, “come in..”

The door opens and one of the younger healers comes in.

“Hello ladies..a word?”, she asks sweetly.

You look at Kelly and you both nod, “how can we help you Birget?”

“Lady Y/n, as you know I was not a palace healer but one of the palace maids.”, this was the case for a lot of the younger healers, most of them deciding to change professions in New Asgard. “I noticed someone I knew from my time as a maid in Asgard here yesterday…Maza?”, you look at her in surprise and a little suspicion. 

“Yes..what about her?”, Kelly asks for you.

Birget looks to you, “well, my lady if I may, I noticed your swift departure yesterday after her visit and I feel she might have said something that upset you..you see my lady, I worked alongside Maza and I feel there is something you should know. I suspect I am correct and she did indeed say something damaging to you about the prince?” 

You nod.

 Birget nods and continues, “Maza had a deep…obsession with Prince Loki…”

“Obsession?”, you ask.

“She had this idea in her head that if she became close enough with the prince that he would see that they were a good match. She studied things he was interested in, spent her time in the library reading the books he would return after he read them himself. She tried to work her way up to being a personal maid of one of the members of the royal family…but then Prince Loki perished…or we thought he did…and then he was returned and sentenced to the dungeons she attempted to be the personal maid to him there…”. Birget giggled slightly, “silly girl knew that it was the Allmother’s own royal maids that delivered to Prince Loki”, her face grows somber, “…and then…the dark elves came…Prince Loki perished…again…a few years pass…and then the day that Thor returned, revealing Loki’s disguise…Maza was so happy to see him again…”, you interrupt her.

“Wait…Maza didn’t know about Loki’s illusion as Odin?”, you ask.

She shakes her head, “no of course not, no one knew…and when it was revealed that he was infatuated with you a midgardian? That you had been courting him that entire time? She was irate…and after her visit yesterday I can only assume she had said something hurtful to you…I just wanted you to know of her past before she causes irreparable damage to your future..I’ll leave you now…”, Birget goes to leave.

“Wait..”, you stop her, “does Maza have magic?”.

Birget thinks for a moment, “no my lady, but as I said she spent a lot of time reading things Prince Loki had studied, I would not be surprised if she…picked up a few things…”.

“How do you know all of this? You know a lot for someone who just worked with her..”, Kelly asks with some suspicion.

“We were roommates, Maza and I. I always thought she was harmless with her infatuation…but now…”, she looks over to you, “I fear she may do something desperate and as I said the way you left yesterday..I would never forgive myself if she did something to hurt you or your family.”

Birget leaves the room and you look over at Kelly, “huh…I don’t know what to make of that…”, you admit.

Kelly looks at you pensively, “I think you need to talk to Loki about all of this…the possibility of Maza lying about all of this is more likely now…”

~~Meanwhile~~

The portal closes behind Loki and he closes his eyes, he hated this feeling of you pulling away from him. He needed to fix this, quickly.

Knock Knock Knock

The door opened and Thor looked at his crestfallen  brother, “oh Loki..come in…I assume y/n did not take it well..”.

Loki walks in the house with his head down, “I don’t know where to even begin Thor…she knew before I could tell her..”

Thor’s eyes open wide in surprise, “what? How?”

Loki plops down on the couch, “Maza…she went to the hospital and told her everything…y/n was waiting for me at home when I left yours…she told me she wanted me to leave so she can think about everything and what she wants to do next..she believes that I will become bored of her and leave her and the children..”.

“Oh Loki..”, Thor looks to the ground and shakes his head as he walks over to the couch to have a seat with his brother.

“Not long after I left the house, she called me and said there was an emergency with Narfi at the school.”, Loki continued but Thor interrupted him. “An emergency?! What has happened?!”.

“Relax oaf and I will tell you…his power as an empath is getting stronger and he doesn’t have the ability to control it completely just yet…he felt y/n’s and my emotions and he became overwhelmed…we brought him home and when we started telling the boys that I would be staying with you for the next few days Narfi’s emotions caused him to have his first magical burst.”

“Norns…is he alright?”, Thor asks in concern.

“Yes..he destroyed a good portion of the home which I was able to fix immediately. Vali was actually the one to help him draw his power back…it was wonderful to watch, their bond is getting stronger the more I work with them.”, Loki couldn’t help the goofy proud smile on his face, his children made him so happy, which then quickly changed to a sad smile. “I can’t lose them Thor…”.

Thor places his hand on Loki’s back, “we will get to the bottom of this Loki and if this Maza woman is telling you the truth then…you will have to do everything in your power to prove to y/n that you won’t make the same mistake as the Loki from this time..I’m so sorry brother..”.

Loki nods, “you’re right..I need your help Thor…I need to find out more about Maza, I still don’t believe her story completely.”.

“I don’t understand why you would not be able to tell she was lying..do you believe she has cast some kind of spell?”.

“It’s possible but doubtful…it would have to be incredibly powerful magic in order to get a lie passed me…she could be working with someone who is…”

“Let us go speak with Val, I believe we keep a log of the current population of New Asgard with their past occupations. Maybe we will learn something there.”

Loki nods, “let us go, the quicker I find answers the quicker I get my family back..”

The brother’s walk out of the house and another portal takes them directly to Val’s office. They knock and hear her voice to enter not long after.

“Uh oh, what brings both Odinson’s to my office? Should I be concerned?”

“Val, we need to see the log of current Asgardians living in New Asgard.”, Thor asks.

“What for?”, she asks suspiciously.

“There is someone making claims against me and I need to find out if what she is saying has any merit.”, Loki explains.

“What kind of claims?”, Val questions.

“What does it matter?”, Loki asks annoyed.

“It matters a great deal…did you bring harm to this person? Are you planning on bringing harm to this person with the information you learn? I have a duty to protect the people of New Asgard Loki…even from it’s Princes.”

Thor interjects, “Val please, my brother has no intention of hurting this woman…she is claiming something that could tear my brother’s family apart…if not for Loki…do it for y/n…for Narfi and Vali?…”

She stares them both down and then rolls her eyes, “don’t make me regret this…please..”

They both nod, “thank you Val.”, Loki thanks her in his relief.

She stands and walks to the bookshelf behind her and pulls out the book that holds the information they require, she opens it “name?”

“Maza…that’s all..”, Loki tells her.

“Daughter of?….”

Loki shrugs his shoulders.

“Wow you both came prepared I see..what does she do here currently?”, she asks.

“She works in the newly built restaurant in town, I don’t know what she did previously..”

Val nods her head and uses her finger to skim through the names on the page.

“Maza….Maza…Maza…ahh..here…Maza Issidottir…she was a palace maid..”

“A maid? Oh brother this doesn’t bode well for you…I know of your escapades with the palace maids..”, Thor says in concern.

“Hush brother…I still don’t believe the story she’s telling..”

“What story exactly?”, Val asks curiously. 

Loki just stares at the page so Thor answers, “this woman is claiming my brother had an affair with her just before Ragnarok…”

“Betraying y/n?”, Val says nastily.

“I would never betray y/n. I love her.”, Loki defends.

“Clearly.”, Val sneers in response.

“Don’t speak as if you know, you weren’t there! Neither was I for that matter! My variant is responsible for all of this and I’m here paying the price!”, Loki storms out.

Thor looks at Val, “this has disrupted their lives, the children are upset. Y/n is devastated. Loki feels in is heart that she is lying and I believe him. I will do everything I can do to find the answers he is searching for, I finally see my brother happy and at peace..I don’t want this to destroy that for him.”. Thor didn’t say anything else, he just walked out the door in search of his brother. He finds him sitting on the steps of the town hall, staring down at his hands, Thor sits down next to him and places his hand on Loki’s back. “All will be well brother, you will see.”

Loki snaps his head at his brother and Thor is taken aback by his red tear filled eyes, “how Thor? How will this all be well..she will never get passed this…”

“Loki…y/n loves you…as I said before, if it is true, you will need to prove to y/n that you will not make that same mistake…”

Loki closes his eyes and nods his head, the motions forcing his tears to fall.

“Prince Loki?”

Thor looked up and didn’t recognize the woman but Loki’s body immediately seized.

“Maza. What do you want?..”, Loki asks nastily.

“Are you alright?”, she asks shyly.

“Am I alright?…no Maza, I am not alright…you went to y/n’s job and told her your lies…how do you think I am doing exactly?!”, Loki stands from the step.

Thor stands with him and places a hand on his chest, “brother, calm.”, he turns his attention towards Maza. “Maza…I suggest you leave, you have caused much distress to my brother and his family.”

“My prince, I only wished to…”, she starts to defend.

“To what?! Destroy my life? My family? I came here looking for peace! Y/n, Narfi and Vali are my peace…and you are trying to take them away from me…do as my brother suggests and leave before I do something else to regret.”

Maza gives Loki one last sad look, “my apologies My Prince.”. She curtsy’s and turns away from Loki and Thor. They don’t notice an irate look take up the features of her face as she walks away.

Thor gets in Loki’s line of sight and grabs him by the face, “I know you have those dark thoughts running through your head.”.

“Narfi said it while he was in his trance, how it could be so easy to resolve our situation with Maza…no one would come looking for her…”, Loki says out loud while seemingly staring through Thor like he was in his own trance.

Thor increases the strength in his hold and shakes Loki’s head, “and what of y/n? What would she think of you if you just outright killed her? And your sons? What would you be teaching them?”.

“They would never know!”, Loki tries to convince Thor. And possibly himself.

“But you would”, Thor shakes him again…a little harder, “you would brother and it would destroy your soul…you would feel the weight of this secret every time you looked into your children’s eyes…every I love you you express to y/n will always stink with the stench of your lie…we will find another way…we will prove her dishonesty brother..”

Loki’s cellphone rings. He looks at the screen and see’s y/n’s face on it. He immediately rips himself away from Thor’s grasp and answers, scared another incident happened at the school. It was still early afternoon so you shouldn’t be getting out of work yet. 

“Y/n?”, he closes his eyes to calm his beating heart.

“Loki, I just learned something about Maza. Can you come to the hospital?”.

“Yes, Thor and I will be there in a moment.”, he hangs up and opens a portal to the hospital. Thor steps through with him no questions asked, they immediately run inside and they see Kelly up front. “Kelly! Where is y/n?”, Loki asks y/n’s friend.

“Office.”, she was with a patient in the front so she just points to the door that y/n was waiting behind.

Loki nods his thanks and him and Thor go to the room Kelly pointed to. Loki thrusts the door open but it’s…empty. Where were you? Loki walks out to Kelly and politely interrupts the interaction between Kelly and her patient, “excuse me, forgive me, nurse y/n was in which office?”. Trying to sound like it was a work related situation for Kelly’s sake. 

She looks over to where Thor was waiting and she nods her head, “that’s the office I left her in..she’s not there?”.

Loki shakes his head, “no..is it possible she left to go to a different office?”

Kelly shakes her head, “no..she said she would be in there just in case we got swamped up here…did you try calling her phone?”

“Right.”, he turns and immediately dialed your number and he hears your ringtone but it sounds far away. He looks towards the office where Thor was waiting and sees Thor walk out of it with y/n’s phone in his hand. Loki runs over to Thor and stares at the phone in his hand, it was a picture of the two of them. Loki starts to feel panic. 

“Where is she?”

To be continued…

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Amira Taylor

Amira is an only child and because of that, felt a lot of pressure from her parents which caused a big rift in their relationship.

Italian is her favorite cuisine so her husband Maurice made sure to pick out the nicest italian restaurant in Newcrest for their first date. (Newcrest is where they met!)

She gained all of her knowledge on homemaking and cooking from simtube. She knew she did not want to work outside of the home and wanted to instead focus on raising her children and turn the house Maurice bought, into a home for them.

Van cleef is her favorite jewelry brand and almost all she wears.

She secretly hopes for her daughter Liana to take after her and learn the piano, but she definitely would never pressure her to do that.

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★ amira speaks!: this was requested by my most beloved @juliavilu1, I hope you enjoy this dear and it was what you expected! I found it super fun to write. Thank you for the idea! 💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : being the daughter of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, a close ally to Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have grown up next to Lucerys Velaryon; your childhood best friend... And crush. By the time you receive the news of his betrothal to Lady Rhaena, you distance yourself for years, not even being able to attend her funeral after dying during childbirth. But when Lucerys finds you once again in King’s Landing, attending a feast his mother as Queen had invited you to, he decides that he won’t easily let go of you. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 21.3k (this is the longest I have ever written 😳)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : Friends to lovers, angst to smut ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Lord!Lucerys x Celtigar!Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; jealousy, slight angst, Rhaena dies during childbirth, slight mentions of blood, neck kissing, praising, reader’s first time, body worshipping, P in V, seated missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, and overall soft smut.

“Do you think we will be able to avoid war, Luke?” you inquired sheepishly, craning your head to stare at him.

The soft sound of the seawaves clashing against the beachshore was the only thing heard amidst the night as well as the faint noise of the cool windy breeze, bringing a soothing comfort. Both Lucerys and you laid on your backs against the sand, quietly admiring the bright stars in the darkness of the night as you spoke to one another. Arrax peacefully slept by your side; his pearly scales glistening under the moonlight.

It wasn’t unusual for you to surreptitiously sneak away from your chambers late at night with your childhood best friend Lucerys Velaryon whenever your family visited his own at Dragonstone, only for him to take you towards Arrax, fly on dragonback around the Dragonstone castle, and lay down on the beach before having to return to your private quarters. Ever since you grew up a bit, that was a common routine for the two of you to follow.

The war was imminent — inevitable. No one wished to provoke it, much less his mother Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, but everyone knew it was there, and the time to prepare for war would eventually come. You dreaded the mere thought of it, but you always sought and found comfort by simply being by Lucerys’ side.

The realm was coldly divided, and his mother Rhaenyra would have to fight hard for what was her birthright. Such times were complicated to deal with, and you knew you would have to be greatly prepared for what was yet to come... But knowing you had a great loving friend to rely on, was all that soothed you.

Or at least, you wished to think of him merely as a great best friend. It was quite obvious what you genuinely felt for him, despite you wouldn’t even admit it for yourself — yet, you were endlessly teased by his and your own family. You — in a flustered manner — always disregarded such teasing remarks when they mentioned how head over heels you seemed for him, but deep down inside, you knew there was some truth to it.

At your question, his head tilted towards your side to stare at you. A soft huff escaped from him, feeling uncertain on what to answer. “Well,” he began, frowning slightly. “I’m not quite sure, my dear.” his nicknames to you had always been endearing, and they never failed to make you timidly grin. “We can only hope so. But I’m afraid, war is always inevitable.”

A frowny smile appeared on your lips. While you wished to believe war could be easily avoided, part of you knew Lucerys was right — war is always inevitable. You knew you had to prepare yourself for the worst, and in like every war, your Houses would have to get good allies. And with alliances, came betrothals — and knowing how most betrothals were — unwanted, unhappy, or both — you dreaded the mere thought of having your parents choose a Husband for you. If you could, you would choose to get betrothed to Lucerys; but you knew that situation was solely hopeless daydreaming.

The young Velaryon Prince knew about your discomfort regarding betrothals, and he always made sure to comfort and soothe your mind out of such thoughts. Though, Lucerys daydreamed as well about having the chance of choosing you as his wife some day. You were the only girl he had ever laid his eyes upon, and desired to have — and he knew he would be able to give you all the love and care you deserved to have in the world.

Unfortunately, as expected, Luke got betrothed to his cousin Rhaena. It wasn’t bad, since he got along her, but she clearly wasn’t you — the one Lucerys only longed to have.

A few moments of silence loomed over you, being only able to hear the way the tides clashed against the beach shore, occasionally hitting against some small shells or rocks. “I don’t want to get betrothed just now, Luke.” you muttered quietly, fixing your gaze on the sky, which despite being dark, the stars scattered across it and the moon brought some calming lights. Lucerys stared at you with his hazel green eyes in a dreamily manner as you spoke. “I wish I had the full liberty of choosing whomever I want to marry, instead of praying in hopes of receiving a sweet, kind husband.” you continued, “If we all had such liberty to choose the person we truly love, everything would be less complicated.”

And he couldn’t agree any more with what you said. But his betrothal was already settled, as much as it pained him. “I know. It would be less dreadful, and it would feel less… Forced.” a soft sigh escaped from his lips, frowning briefly. “And I wish I could break off my own betrothal, but I have no word against it.” there was certain reluctance coming from him in telling you, but sooner or later, you would have to know about it — and he would much rather tell you about his betrothal himself. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you didn’t waste a single second in turning your head around to stare at him, believing you misheard him. What did he mean with… ‘Break off his own betrothal’?

Propping your body with your elbows in the sand, your staring remained on him. “What? What do you mean?” doing the same thing as you did, he slightly laid on the sand, but used his elbows to prop himself. His rosy lips partly opened as he was about to begin explaining, but you kept talking. “Luke, are you…” the words trailed off for a moment, lingering on your lips before you could say them. It felt bitterly venomous to even acknowledge Lucerys had already been betrothed. It couldn’t be, you wished to deny it. “You are betrothed, already? To whom?”

As you awaited for his response, you could feel your heart loudly thumping against your chest, to the point it was as if it nearly escaped from your chest. Swiftly, his tongue passed over his lower lip, huffing faintly. You didn’t seem very pleased at the news, and neither was he; but it was eventually expected. “I have been betrothed to my cousin Rhaena.” he began. A soft scoff escaped helplessly from you, clenching your jaw discreetly. “I got betrothed to her the day we went to King’s Landing for the first time after years.”

A knot had been formed quite tightly on your throat as you attentively listened to his words. Your chest rose and fell continuously as you managed to hold yourself back from allowing the tears threatening to spill to expose how you felt — seemingly making your emotions worsen with the dreadful passing of the seconds. Your heart dropped abruptly, and it was a burning pain mixed with jealousy. You knew this day would come, and every passing day it was overwhelming to even be reminded of him getting betrothed, and you as well.

“I see.” you managed to mutter, swallowing all your own emotions that seemed to wash over you violently. You didn’t even know how to answer, you felt perplexed at the sudden situation. “Well, it was expected for both of us to eventually betrothe someone. At least, she will be lucky to have you as a husband.” gods, each word that came from your lips was one more painful than the other. Saying them felt like poison, completely bitter.

A frowny smile appeared on his lips, as he gently took your hand in his, squeezing it ligthly and caressing your skin with the tip of his thumb. In a sense, he tried to soothe you by giving you some physical affection like he always did, but it felt more painful than comforting. “I hope you find happiness and are very much loved with her, Lucerys. Because you deserve it, and you deserve to be appreciated every day of your life.”

It seemed as if you nearly spew out those words dreadfully, and you were; but as well, you genuinely wished for him to be filled with an immense amount of love... The same immense amount of love you could give him every single day, until your last breath. Love killed you, thorned you apart brutally — but there were duties to follow. And you couldn’t easily object against them.

Lucerys had known you ever since he had memory, and probably, he knew you better than you could possibly know yourself. The prince noticed the struggle in your features, and the faint voice tone that managed to not break in between words. You felt upset, and it blended along notorious sadness simultaneously. Softly, he exhaled, and leaned closer to you, close enough for you to feel his sweet boyish scent, while he continued to tenderly squeeze your hand in his own.

“I wish the same for you, (y/n). And even a thousand more things, more than you could imagine.” closing your eyes slowly, Lucerys pressed his lips against your skin, smooching your cheek. Gods, if only you could feel his lips against his own, and savour him. “I have never met someone like you. I hope you get betrothed to someone who knows how to cherish and pamper you properly.” he was wishing you nothing more but mere well-being in every sense, as were you with him — why did it have to profoundly hurt the way it did? A shaky sigh escaped from your lips, opening your eyes slowly as he pulled back from the smooch in your cheek.

The look you carried in your eyes made his heart sink. In a way, instead of noticing how you had to hold back the way you truly felt, he preferred for you to talk to him about it, but Lucerys knew that wouldn’t possibly happen. “Thank you, Luke.” was all you replied, a bit shortly. Softly, you stood from the ground, progressively letting go of his hand. And even so, his warmth ghastly lingered on your delicate skin.

His hand returned to lay on the ground, feeling the small grains of sand under his fingertips, watching you stand up with his green eyes. “I think it’s time for me to return back to my chambers, Luke. I do not wish to rest late, or get scolded by our parents.” giving you a single nod, he rapidly stood up along you, briefly shaking off some sand from his clothing. “I understand, and agree. Let’s go, before anyone finds we aren’t in our chambers.” a small, sheepish grin tugged lightly at the corner of his lips, notoriously trying to lift off the tension felt looming in the atmosphere.

You hesitantly returned the grin Lucerys offered for a few seconds, and followed him towards Arrax to fly back closer to the rocky castle — the pearly coloured dragon seemingly feeling the emotions of his rider, and awakening from its sleep. Swiftly, you climbed into the dragon’s back, right behind of Luke, and wrapped your arms tightly around his body as he commanded orders to his dragon in what you understood as High Valyrian. While you clung to his body, your cheek rested firmly against his back. And while you wished to enjoy the last dragon ride before having to return to your chambers and have a deep rest, your mind couldn’t help but keep wandering off to his future marriage to Lady Rhaena.

The warmth emanating from his body was bitterly endearing, having the need to keep clinging to him as if your life depended on it. But you knew, the more you grew up, that you would eventually have to learn to live with the friendship you maintained, and perhaps, keep certain distance to respect the each other’s betrotheds to yourselves. And despite acknowledging that, you weren’t willing to suffer from a heartbreak, or longing for his soothing touch.

Years had passed since you had been told of Lucerys’ betrothal by none other than himself, got married, and was officially named as the Lord of Driftmark.

Throughout all those passing years, you had kept in touch with him. Raven letters were often sent by him, and you replied back. But ever since Luke got betrothed and married his cousin, you had decided on keeping your distance with him as much as it hurt you; and even if you still wrote letters to one another, your feedback was short and slightly cold at times. Your visits to Dragonstone were delayed, and most of the times if your father had to have a meeting with the Black Council, you now rarely travelled along him.

Lucerys noticed your cold distance immediatly. From the moment he observed your reaction to the news of his betrothal to Rhaena, he knew you had done your very best to put on a straight face without your voice breaking, or tears spilling from your watery eyes. Your abscense was more hurtful than anything else. All he had to cling to, was the shared memories of your sweet laughter, whispered gossiping to one another, and how you never failed in comforting one another no matter the inconvenience.

Of course, he had the replies y he received from your letters; but they didn’t seem as light and sweet as they used to be, they seemed gloomier, and distantly cold. Lucerys adored you, even more than he could possibly adore his wife — as bad as it may sound — and himself, and if he had the possibility of changing his betrothal, Luke would have immediately broken it off just to marry you.

Recently, you had been informed by your father that Lucerys’ wife and Lady of Driftmark, Rhaena, along her newborn babe, had passed away during a difficult childbirth. Not only she had lost too much blood trying to give birth to the child, but as well the babe had taken too much time until it finally came out; and it was too late for both of them, immediatly passing away together.

Guilt burdened on you upon hearing the news. Especially, when you reminded yourself about the negative thoughts and bitterness you naturally had about her — yet, you couldn’t never have wished for such tragic event to happen. And the burden weighened even stronger when a traditional Velaryon funeral was held for her, and instead of assisting to it and visiting Lucerys to check on him, all you managed to do was solely write a letter to him offering your deepest, genuine condolences.

You had to admit to yourself, you felt wrongly awful for not having enough strenght of seeing him once again in person, but you were afraid of it being too awkward, or making him feel worse about the situation somehow. You didn’t want to further avoid him, however, you did, despite not wanting to admit it to yourself.

Until, destiny seemed to push you towards him, without you consciously realising. An invitation had arrived to you, from none other than Rhaenyra Targaryen, whom had managed to become the rightful Queen after winning the war against the Greens, and she was throwing a feast in King’s Landing. Much like you had done with Lucerys when his wife and babe died during childbirth, you had merely sent Rhaenyra a raven letter congratulating her for winning what was her birthright — for being the True Queen.

It had been years since you last saw her personally as well. Ever since you were a child, she had treated you as if you were her own sweet daughter, and she was like your best girl friend during your childhood, and teen years. After such victory and at the invitation to her feast, you never doubted in accepting in a heartbeat. And shortly after accepting to attend the feast, you prepared yourself to travel to King’s Landing.

A mix between eagerness and nervousness lingered on you during your travelling to King’s Landing. Of course, it was all because of the mere excitement you had after not seeing her and her family for many years, and you felt keen in properly congratulating her personally, and chatting together. Perhaps even to meet other allies of hers.

As soon as you arrived to the feast in King’s Landing, the atmosphere felt far more calming than you remembered. The environment was beautifully decorated, just properly for the feast. Soft, lovely music played in the background the moment you got into the feast, meeting other Lords and Ladies in there, and of course, you had the chance of seeing Rhaenyra once again after such a long time, greeting her cheerfully and even getting to chat a bit with her to catch up on how your lives had been.

As the time passed by, you decided to go chat with some other Lords and Ladies. And to have some fun with yourself, you kindly accepted the hand of a Lord that had offered himself to dance with you, amongst other people dancing. You had long forgotten about you own worries, giggles continuously spurred from your lips as you danced with another Lord, talking together about things that didn’t matter much. Gracefully, your dress spun along your gentle movements, and the jewellery you wore jiggled.

From afar, the young Lord of Driftmark, Lucerys, stared at you with both his arms behind his back. His green eyes carefully observed your every delicate movement, helplessly feeling a tinge of jealousy overwhelm him slowly and dreadfully at the sight of you laughing along the other Lord. Gods, you seemed even more precious than he remembered. More mature, and with such beauteous features that made his eyes remain fixed on you. It surely couldn’t be a coincidence, for you to be there, Lucerys had to approach you, and chat with you after many years of exchanging brief raven letters.

With gentle footsteps, Lucerys walked towards you. Your laughter was as endearingly sweet as the last time he had heard it during your shared youth, nearly intoxicating. Carrying a gentle grin, he cleared his throat as he stood next to you, and the other Lord. Both of you turned your heads around to stare at the person clearing his throat, and when you spotted Luke, your breath stopped for a moment. Your eyes went slightly wide, noticing with surprise how tall Lucerys had grown in comparison to when you were younger, nearly towering you, and how matured he looked. Your breath hitched as you fought back a timid grin, feeling your heartbeat thump rapidly against your chest. The way he stared at you with his green eyes… Seven Hells, you could melt right there in the spot.

“My Lord, my Lady Celtigar.” Lucerys greeted, and you gave him a single bow down with your head. As his gaze moved from staring at the Lord briefly, he then stared at you; his eyes lingering on your features for a few long seconds. “I hope you don’t mind, if I steal the Lady Celtigar’s hand from you?” a faint rosy hue crept on your cheeks, as the other Lord immediatly agreed with a smile, giving Luke a final bow with his head before bidding goodbye, and leaving the two of you alone — which, that’s just how Lucerys wanted to have you. All alone for himself.

As Lucerys offered his hand to you, you took it right there, walking with gentle footsteps as to dance together, just like you were doing with the previous Lord. “My Lord Velaryon,” you greeted playfully with a shy grin. “I’m pleased to see you once again.” the atmosphere was far from tense, as you would’ve imagined. You did feel slightly timid around him, but merely because he looked intimidatingly precious, and fully matured like a proper Lord — far from the shy, insecure young Prince he used to be.

Placing your other hand on his arm, you gently danced around together amidst other dancing Lords and Ladies, continuing to hear the gentle music in the background. “I could say the same, my Lady. You’ve grown to be even more beautiful than you already were.” immediatly, you scoffed at him, trying to dart your stare elsewhere as to hide the notorious blush growing across your cheeks. “Oh, shut up, Lucerys. If you think that about me, what is there left for me to say about you?” But Lucerys noticed your fluster right away, and along your teasing retort, it all served to fulfill his pride.

As he gentle held you, spinning around together softly while dancing, silence briefly loomed between the two of you. It wasn’t a bad silence, but the more the seconds kept passing, the more it left place for your own thoughts to occupy your mind. And the burdening guilt had returned to you. The guilt of knowing his wife and babe had died during childbirth, and not having been there for Luke when he surely needed it the most. Your tongue swiftly passed over your lower lip, faintly clearing your throat.

“I-I’m terribly sorry for what happened to Lady Rhaena and the babe, Luke.” you muttered shyly. The young Lord looked down at you, attentively listening. “I also apologise for not having been there for you. I should have.” gently, his thumb passed over the hand that held his own, smiling down at you. “Don’t apologise. You really don’t have to, I understand.” some relief washed over you at his words. “I did receive the letter you sent me, and that was enough for me. I don’t want you to apologise for anything.”

Helplessly, your grin widened at hearing how Lucerys softly comforted you. The warmth of his thumb running across the skin of your hand felt just like the last time he had touched you like that. It felt as if your skin screamed to be touched by him again. “Thank you, Luke. I really did miss you. I hope you know I never stopped thinking you, not even for a single day.”

His eyes twinkled gently. While it was fun to tease you on the inside because whatever thing he said it made you become immediatly flustered, it was now your turn to feel a sense of pride washing over you at the sight of his pale cheek turning a dark shade of red. Lucerys had greatly missed you, and your absence was notoriously felt by him. How could he not miss you, his dear friend... And the woman he so dearly adored more than anything?

“I have missed you terribly as well, vēzos qēlossās ñuho, more than you could possibly imagine.” my sun and stars, as he often fancied nicknaming you. Another trait you had missed from Lucerys, was all the nicknames he had only for you, and no one else. Luke knew just how much you loved High Valyrian, and how you appreciated hearing him talk in it, and he wasted no time in teaching you, and talking to you in Valyrian.

“I have needed you by my side more than anything else in my life. And now, the Seven have brought us back together.”

One thing the young Lord had for sure, is that now that you had returned right back into his arms after yeaes of not seeing each other, he wasn’t willing to let you escape so easily from him. You weren’t going anywhere.

Hours had passed since you arrived in King’s Landing and joined the feast. The nerves you had through your travelled had long washed away from you, now feeling a state of tiredness from all the dancing, laughing, and hyperactivity — and also, you still felt the keen emotion remaining on your veins of seeing Lucerys again, and having great fun with the boy you had always held deep into your heart, unlike no other.

An exhausted, yet gentle huff spurred from your lips as you reached the dimly lit chambers to spend the night in, and get some proper rest before parting back to where you belonged. The wooden door slightly creaked, shutting it closed behind of you the moment you entered. And as soon as you were in, your fingers immediatly moved in a lazily hurried manner to untie the laces from your dress.

You already had enough fun for the day, and you couldn’t await any longer to surrender yourself into a deep slumber. Beginning to open your dress slightly to free yourself from your clothing and change into a nightgown, your eyes were half lidded with tiredness. And before you could manage to fully undress, a hushed knock outside your door was heard. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you turned around.

“Come in.” you chirped gently, curious at who knocked on your door late in the evening. The door was swiftly opened, creaking once again, only to reveal Lucerys. It was hard for you to fight back a smile at the mere sight of him. As soon as his hand closed the door discreetly behind of him, you could feel his eyes curiously lingering on your body, admiring it as your dress was loose. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Trying hard to fight the blushing in your face, noticing the way he took in your figure for his own delight, you shook your head. “N-No, of course you aren’t. I was just preparing myself to sleep.” you explained, “I supposed you were already in bed?” in response, Lucerys simply shrugged. “Yes. But I couldn’t really sleep.” he replied shortly. His arms were both hidden behinds his back, gently approaching you with quiet footsteps.

Your eyebrows kept furrowed, awaiting for him to keep going. Some moments of awkward silence remained on the atmosphere, noticing how Lucerys seemed to struggle whatever he had to tell you. His hazel eyes remained on the ground, before raising his sight and staring at you. “I can’t sleep, knowing you’re finally here with me, after all these years.” he managed to whisper out. It seemed slightly shy, but at the same time, you knew his words were genuine.

“When I say I missed you, I truly mean it. I wish I could have seen you more often, like we used to do in our youth.” nibbling discreetly on your lower lip, you stood stiff in front of him, playing with the hem of your sleeves. “I never cared about whoever I married. That was supposed to be part of my duty as a future Lord—” abruptly, Luke paused for some seconds, before continuing. “—But the only person whom I genuinely adored ever since I have memory, and never stopped thinking about, was you.”

Lucerys stood right in front of you, shadowing you slightly with his height. Your sight was raised to stare at him in disbelief, feeling heat rise your cheeks. Nervously, Luke placed his hand on your cheek, beginning to caress your skin with the tip od his thumb. “You have no idea how I have longed for you; how not seeing you as often as we did when we were younger made me need you more than anything.” his thumb slowly moved towards your lower lip, brushing it. Your lips partly opened, losing yourself on the way he gazed down at you.

“I can’t hold back the fact that I love you. I’m in love with you, and I would anything to prove it to you, and have you by my side for the rest of my life.” for him, in a way, it was a relief to get those words off of his chest. Lucerys was undoubtedly devoted to you, and he never laid his eyes upon anyone else, but you. Unconsciously, you allowed the weight of your head to fall against the palm of his hand, melting at the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek sweetly.

Without answering, your eyes were fixed on his own for a few seconds, appreciating the silence that had formed between the two of you. Suddenly, you tiptoed, firmly gripping his clothing to quickly pull him closer to you as he leaned further, and your lips immediatly locked against his own for the first time ever. Kissing him was an urgent need that you desperately craved. After many years of daydreaming about savouring the taste of his lips, you finally had the opportunity to do so, and you took it.

His lips tasted like seasalt, and at the same time, they were endearingly sweet, as well as plump. Initially, your actions took Lucerys by surprise... But much like you, ever since he had fallen head over heels for you, not one day passed without him fantasising about holding you in his arms, tasting your lips, and being more intimate with you. You kissed with such vigor, and so fervently that neither of you were aware of what you were doing, or were even aware of your surroundings anymore, as Lucerys placed one of his hands behind your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

You were desperate to feel his body pressing against yours, to feel his warmth seeping into you. You wanted him, and you needed him. Your hands caressed his chest as they moved up and down, playing occasionally with the buttons of his clothing, trying desperately to gain some kind of feeling for his skin. Quietly you gasped as Lucerys abruptly pulled away from your lips, leaving you heavily panting, just like he panted. In disbelief, you stared at him notoriously desperate to keep kissing him, and he softly scoffed.

Sliding one of his hands on your waist, he moved to sit on the edge of your bed, falling down into the mattress with a huff. His hand then patted gently his lap. “Come. Sit on my lap.” he offered, smiling at you invitingly. Happily obliging, you did as he offered, immediatly approaching closer to him just to sit on his lap, weighing on him very softly, and wrapped your arms firmly around your neck. A smug grin appeared on his rosy lips as his hands were on your waist, caressing you with his fingers slowly.

You pressed yourself tightly against him, lowering down your face to press a smooch agaisnt his lips, to which Luke rapidly reciprocated. “You should sit on my lap more often.” he whispered, trailing kisses from your cheeks, lowering himself to your jawline, and approaching your neck. “It makes you look prettier, more than you already are.” his hot breath against your sensitive skin made you shiver softly, gasping as he spoke in a low tone, and kept pressing tender pecks on your neck.

One of his hands that rested on your waist moved slowly downwards, attempting to lift your dress to slip a hand under it, grasping your skin. Throwing your head back to give him further access to your flesh, you hummed quietly as your eyes were closed. His sight was raised to stare at you, as his other free hand played with the laces of your dress. “May I keep kissing and touching you?” you opened your eyes, looking down at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, scraping his nails across your skin teasingly as one of his hands was under your dress, touching your leg.

If it were for him, he could take you right there, and pamper and show you just how much he adored you more than anything else in the world. But his mother taught him how to be a proper, respectful gentleman — he preferred to have your full consent before allowing his impulses to act by themselves, especially when it came to treating you.

You returned the way Luke gazed at you, with warmth and love, shyly smiling down at him. Leaning closer to him, lowering your face, you placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek, resting your lips there for several seconds. Luke’s lips curled into an easy smile, feeling your lips against his cheek, and gently craned his head slightly to kiss your lips. “Yes, you may. And you don’t need to ask for my permission, Luke” you agreed, closing your eyes once again, allowing him to continue with exploring every inch of your skin with fervor.

Lucerys leaned forward to place feather light kisses along your collarbone and on your throat, his touch almost feverish as he took you in his arms. He continued to pepper kisses on your neck, moving to your breasts, and your chest began to ache from how hard your heart was beating. You growled silently as one of his hands began untying the laces of your dress, loosening your clothing from your body as his lips focused on placing tender, yet desperate kisses on your breasts.

Writhing slightly on top of him, quiet moans spurred from your lips needily. Your hips began grinding against him, sliding a hand behind the back of his head, interwining your fingers between strands of his brunette messy hair. The sound of your muffled moans were drowned out by the sound of your pounding heartbeat, the sensation so sweet that you couldn’t help but feel the need to do it again and again, until it became unbearable.

Unable to wait any longer, you bit your lip sharply to suppress another moan. Your body tensed as Luke lifted your dress by it’s hem, up to your stomach. “You’re so precious, I could take care of you—” he whispered, interrupting himself briefly, moving his hand to caress your stomach with his fingertips in a slow, dedicated manner, until they travelled downwards to play with the waistband of your underwear. “No, I will take care of you so perfectly — like you deserve to be taken care of.” beneath you, you could feel his growing erection poking against your clothed, moistened genitalia; achingly throbbing in need to feel him.

It felt as if you were dreaming. Such things could occur in your fanaties — and yet, you were. Overall, despite the notorious eager wave of emotions washing over you, you felt rather nervous. It was the first time in your life you would ever have such intimate moment, only having known about what other ladies experienced, but never having the opportunity of doing it yourself. What comforted you, was the thought of Lucerys being there to guide you through, and knowing just how gently delicate ans patient he always was around you.

You swallowed, as you were pressed firmly against his lap, grinding against each other unconciously; the room being filled with your heavy pants. One of his trembling hands moved in a hurried manner to unbuckle his belt, loosening his trousers and rapidly lowering his pants. Attentively staring at his actions, your breath sharpened. You placed your hand on his chest, catching his attention. “Luke, wait–” you whispered, nervously.

Lucerys’ eyebrows knitted in worry, being afraid he might have pressured you, or even made you feel uncomfortable, as he patiently awaited for you to continue. “P-Please go slowly, and gentle. I-It’s my first time.” you awkwardly admitted, keeping your gaze elsewhere timidly as a blush crept on your skin. A sigh of relief escaped from him, knowing you were merely wishing him to go slow and gentle.

He quietly chuckled, pressing his lips against the corner of your lips, and placing several kisses on that zone as his other hand cupped your cheek tenderly. “Of course, my love. I wasn’t planning on treating you otherwise, either way.” your eyes closed as a smile grew on your own lips, feeling loved and pampered by the young Velaryon Lord. “Please continue, Luke. I need you.” you whispered back, moving your head to meet your lips with his own.

A growl of approval came deep from his throat. The hand that cupped your cheek let go of it slowly, and moved downwards towards his underwear, tugging on the fabric. He removed them quickly, before leaning forward to place light pecks on your lips once more as your own shaking hands removed your panties, sliding them through your legs quickly and tossing them apart.

Once he did lower his underwear, he pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “If you wish me to stop, tell me. I could never try to hurt you in any way, my sweet.” Lucerys spoke softly, almost shyly; and who could blame him? You were as delicate as the petal of a flower. But you didn’t want him to stop, not now.

You gave him a small reassuring nod, encouraging Lucerys to continue. The young Lord smiled to himself, finally pulling out his erection, feeling it’s tip poke against your wet folds, rubbing himself teasingly; which made several groans escape from you. You straddled him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His panting became heavier, ocassionally hitching his breathing as your moist folds grinded against his tip, which leaked precum. Both his hands gripped firmly your waist, trailing kisses all across your neck in between gasps.

Slowly and carefully, moving his hips, and helping your body move down to him, his erected member slipped inside your tight entrance. Initially, the stinging, burning sensation of your inner walls being stretched made you groan; immediatly hiding your face in the crook of Lucerys’ neck, and digging your nails deep into his skin. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, staying still at the sight of your reaction, looking down at you with concern.

“A-Are you alright, love?” Lucerys knew ladies took their time until they adjusted themselves during intercourse. And for you, Luke was willing to be as patient and loving as he could possibly be. With a hitched breathing, clinging yourself to him as he peppered the top of your head with kisses, you nodded weakly. You awaited until you adjusted to his size, feeling your slick increase as it leisurely turned into a pleasant sensation.

“Y-You can continue, please.” you mumbled in a whisper, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. A smile grew on him as one of his hands caressed the back of your head, playing with the strands of your silky hair lovingly — as if Lucerys admired every bit that composed the entirety of yourself. And with a gentle movement, holding firmly your waist with one of his hands, he kept pushing further inside slowly. A high-pitched groan escaped from you, moving down on his cock.

Your soft moans and pants became louder, the more used you became to the feeling. Despite your sweet sounds encouraging him to go further, his movements remained gentle and slow, yet deep. “G-Gods,” he breathed out, as you moved your face, encountering his own, to press a quick sloppy kiss. “Y-You feel so tight, and you take me s-so well, issa jorraelagon—” continous growls escaped deeply from his throat as your pussy tightened around his erection with each penetration. “I-Is it okay if I move faster? I-I promise I will still be gentle,” he inquired in a low tone, moving his green eyes to stare at you, awaiting to know if you felt comfortable and ready enough. You nodded vehemently in approval, nibbling down your lower lip to hold back your pleasured grunts.

Desperately, beginning to progressively move faster — much to your delight, heard in your high-pitched whines —, his lips found their way to your sensitive neck, making you throw your head back to give him more carnal access. “S-Seven Hells, your skin f-feels like I’m kissing soft silk, you’re beautiful.” he praised, using softly his tongue to pass it across the soft spots in your neck, occasionally nibbling on them while he pressed you all the way down against his throbbing cock.

“A-And you taste so sweet. F-Fuck, I adore you.” a soft fleshy sound accompanied the simultaneous pants spurring from your mouths, which then became slightly loud moans despite the urge of holding them back. His hips moved upwards, making his thrusts against your wet cunt become more intense, hitting deeply against your sweet spot. With each pound against that one spot, his name escaped relentlessly from your mouth. “L-Lucerys,” you growled, as his lips continued focusing on your neck, throat, and moving to your collarbone; in each kiss, a cry of pleasure spurred helplessly from him.

“I-I love you. I love you more than y-you could possibly imagine... More than anyone else.” he murmured into your neck, sucking and nipping at the tender skin there with the gentlest touch he could muster. With each word that passed between his lips, a moan left you with each breath, his hips moving even harder as he let himself get lost in your intimate encounter.

This wasn’t like having intimacy with his previous, now deceased wife — that was done for mere duties and responsabilities; to bring heirs to Driftmark, the ones that would sit in the Driftwood throne. This, was an intimate act strictly out of love. It was a moment Luke always longed to have with you, the person whom he truly desired unconditionally, and the one whom he was willing to give his entire heart and soul, and all of the love that he had. “Skorkydoso kostagon ao sagon sīr vok, se gevie? A-Ay jorrāelan–” (how can you be so perfect, and beautiful? I love you.) You owned his heart, and you most certainly belonged with him.

As his pace quickened, you were able to grab onto his shoulders to support yourself without letting go of him, feeling his muscles tense underneath your fingertips as he continued to move into you. He was going fast enough for both of your bodies to come undone with a mix of ecstasy, but at the same time, pure love that was expressed in his gentle — yet intense — thrusts, kisses, and words of praising. Your slick was coated well enough all across his throbbing member, making it easier for him to slip in and out of you with fervid intensity.

A knot formed inside your stomachs the deeper and faster his thrusts were against your moistened cunt, hitting against your overstimulated folds. Your violently legs shook as they were firmly wrapped around his body, while he continued to hit your sweet spot that made you absolutely weak, clinging to him needily the closer you felt to coming. Both your arms were around his neck, slightly digging your nails deep into the skin of his back.

The panting that escaped from both of your lips intensified, becoming loud growls and moans as the knot inside your stomachs tightened, feeling as if it was about to loosen at any moment. His cock became harder inside of you, pulsating; as you couls feel your own slick coming down faster. Eagerly, while one of his hands remained gripping your hip to help you with your own movements, his other hand went to the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in between strands of your hair, pulling you closer to him.

“Avy jorrāelan,” (I love you) Lucerys whispered against your lips, grasping them against his own. “Nyke kostagon mērī jorrāelagon ao.” (I can only love you), he continued, as his lips needily locked with your own, tilting his head slightly as to deepen the kiss, feeling your intensifying hot pants continously hit against your skins. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your core tightening as your stomach twisted in an increasingly uncomfortable way.

A loud groan escaped deep from your throat against his lips as you felt your walls tighten around his pulsating cock, milking him, and your own cum violently coming down as a flush of wetness. His hands firmly gripped both your hips, pressing you all the way down his shaft. A loud groan pleasantly escaped from him, feeling his cum shot several spurs inside of you, provoking in you to feel warmth in your stomach.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, parting is lips aqay from you briefly, resting his forehead lazily against you. A grin curved on the corner of his lips, chuckling breathlessly to himself as both of you tried to calm down from your simultaneous orgasm and release. His fingertips caressed your hips with a shaky movement from the arousal, remaining buried deep inside of you.

Copying his previous actions, you released a panting giggle. “I-I quite liked that, Luke.” you whispered, rubbing the tip of your nose against his own lovingly. Humming contentedly, Lucerys returned the affection. “You have no idea how much I missed you, my Lord Velaryon. And how many times I imagined for this to happen.” a faint rosy pins hue formed on his cheeks, as his chest rose and fell slowly, trying to catch his breathing.

Without thinking it, both his hands cupped your cheeks, and his lips began exploring your face by littering you with delicate kisses — tresting you as if you were made of glass. “My sweet princess,” Lucerys whispered, not fighting back a smile. His index finger fell to your arm, moving it downward to explore your skin, feeling it delicately on his digit, until it reached your hand. “I could say the exact same to you, and many other things. You are so perfect, physically and personally, I would despise it if any other Lord had your attention.”

Immediatly your arms were wrapped against his neck again, giggling as you placed your lips on the tip of his nose. Gods, his heart was melting at how much pure love and desire he felt for you. It could combust from being overwhelmed at his own affection. His green eyes fluttered shut, allowing to be pampered in those little kisses coming from your pretty lips, leaving their warmth on his flesh.

Lucerys let his head tiredly rest on the crook of your neck, inhaling discreetly as to feel your endearing honey scent intoxicate him. How could he have not missed you? And now that you were there with him, having had sexual relationships and shared kisses and feelings, you weren’t going to so easily escape from him now. Merely remembering how you distanced yourself after his betrothal felt like a burning, stinging pain on his heart.

His arms were protectively wrapped around your waist, growling in delight quietly. Lazily, Luke placed a kiss on your shoulder blade, opening his eyes to look up at you staring at him adoringly.

“Nyke jāhor daor ivestragī ao jikagon, issa prūmia. Ao jāhor daor dakogon qrīdrughagon hen issa dombo.”

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[mellowinfluencermiracle]

Hi I saw you are looking for request!!

pierre gasly/baby sainz

where shes dating pierre post breakup with his ex. Kika is just disrespectful of the new couple dragging them on the internet and keeps showing up to races in the paddock looking for his attention. Baby sainz handles business by getting into a fist fight with her in a club after celebrating Carlos P3 and it's all over the social media. It makes headlines. Maybe Pierre was a bit drunk and kika baby sister!sainz showed her what's up. Pierre finds it funny and super attractive.

Thank you x

THE OTHER WOMAN

Hi guys. I hope you like reading this request.. THIS IS NO HATE TOWARDS KIKA! She actually is one of my favourite wags. @spookystitchery My requests are always open. Please send some! Feedback is always welcome. -XoXo

The music boomed loudly through the nightclub. In the middle of the club, Pierre and Amira danced sinfully to the rhythm. Little did the couple realize that they were being watched by none other than Kika.

Now, let’s rewind a bit.

After a massive fight about his job in Formula 1, Pierre and Kika decided to break up. Three months later, Pierre was frequently seen with Amira Sainz, Carlos’s precious little sister. However, it took another three months for them to officially confirm their relationship. And let’s just say the announcement garnered more attention on social media than any World Cup finale ever.

Of course, Kika got wind of their new relationship. Initially, she thought she could live with it. But as she witnessed how much Pierre and Amira became the “it” couple, she couldn’t help but start to harbor resentment. Specifically, she despised their relationship.

When Kika saw what Amira posted, she copied her actions, trying to make it seem like a coincidence. It only took a couple of posts before fans realized what she was doing. Kika even liked every comment that went against the couple.

The situation had escalated beyond mere jealousy. Kika’s emotions churned like a tempest, fueled by resentment and heartache. Pierre and Amira, blissfully unaware of her turmoil, continued their dance—a celebration of love and shared moments.

Kika’s anger simmered as she watched them twirl, their laughter echoing through the nightclub. She clenched her fists, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. The Suzuka GP had been the tipping point—the final straw that snapped her fragile restraint.

When Pierre excused himself to fetch drinks, Kika seized her opportunity. She descended to the dance floor, her steps purposeful. Amira stood there, an unwitting accomplice in Kika’s vendetta. The room pulsed with music, drowning out the chaos in Kika’s mind.

“Look at what the cat dragged in,” Kika sneered, her voice dripping with venom. Amira glanced up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, Kika. Hi,” she replied, her tone lacking enthusiasm. Amira wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but even she couldn’t defend Kika’s irrational hatred any longer.

Kika leaned in, her breath hot against Amira’s ear. “You stole him from me,” she whispered, her fingers grazing Amira’s arm. “But tonight, I’ll steal your joy.” With that, she spun away, leaving Amira bewildered and Pierre’s fate hanging in the balance.

The nightclub pulsed around them, unaware of the storm brewing on the dance floor. Kika’s heart raced; revenge tasted bittersweet. She would ruin their night, even if it meant sacrificing her own sanity. The music swirled, a backdrop to her unraveling resolve.

As Pierre returned, drinks in hand, he found Kika gone and Amira staring after her. The dance continued, but the harmony had shattered. Kikas wrath had ignited a fire—one that threatened to consume them all.

And so, under the neon lights, the tangled threads of love, hate, and desperation wove a dangerous dance—one that would leave scars long after the music faded. When Carlos called Pierre over, Kika took her cance to ruin Amira' sainity.

"You know, when Pierre and I were together he used to performe phenomenal. And the only results with you as his partner are horrible." Amira was more than confused. "What…."" You might think that all the things he does with you are sweet and lovely." The more she talked the more Amira was getting annoyed. And her blood started heating up. "Everything he ever did with you, he already did with me." And now it was truly boiling. "I bet i'm even better in bed than you will ever be. He even said so himself. That i was always leaving his world rocking." Amira started balling her hands in fists. "Did he take you to meet his parents? Did he tell you that we were talking about our own kids? Thinking about marr-" Before she was able to say another word, the Sainz woman already hit her in the face.

"Perra estúpida. ¡Cállate la boca! Si te quería tanto, ¿por qué te dejó por mí, estúpida?" she yelled in Kika's face. In less than two seconds the attention was on them. Before Kika had the chance to hit her back, the two of them were separated.

Pierre picked her up around her waist. Amira however wasn't done. "Es patético que dediques tu tiempo a odiarnos. ¿Quieres pelea? Soy de la puta España. Puedo darte una buena, estúpido idiota." Pierre quickly took her out from the nightclub

"Amour, what the fuck was that? Are you hurt? What the fuck were you thinking?" he ranted angrily. She quickly turned to him: "The fuck was i thinking? Was defending our relationship because that stupid girl was being disrespectful. She said-" Before she could utter another word, Pierre started kissing her.

"Ma cherie, you have no idea how incredibly sexy you are right now. Let's get back to the hotel so we can….."

#formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly x kika gomez x reader #pierre gasly x reader #baby!sainz!sister

[chicagofanfictionfan]

Mexico

Originally posted by specialagentmonkey

you met Leyla and Amira when Leyla’s mother tried to get them back. You immediately hit off with Leyla, talking about difference things, mostly personal. Amira loves you and it didn’t take her long to call you Aunt [Y/N]. When she asked if you were Uncle Gibbs’ lover, Leyla saw something in your eyes, and she knew.

She is now the only one that knows, or actually the only one you talked about it with. Ever since they went back to Mexico, Leyla keeps telling you to visit them. Seeing the man you love flirting with some lawyer lady, you thought it was the right time to take some time off.

One night, before going home, you gave Gibbs a paper, “What’s this?” he asked, barely looking at the paper.

“I need you to sign it,” you said. “I’m taking a week off, now that our case is over,” Gibbs hummed in answer, and quickly signed the paper, before handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said and you were gone.

The flight didn’t take that much time, you couldn’t wait to get there. Leyla welcomed you with a hug at the airport without Leyla, “so good to see you, [Y/N],”

The weather was amazing. Hot and sunny, it took you two days to get tanned. You were having fun with the girls and Mike Franks. The man probably knows something’s up, he keeps teasing you about Gibbs. “I thought he was coming with you,” “He sure is missing something,” he said when he saw you in your bikini.

“Shut up, Franks,” you just answered, with a smile. How do you wish Gibbs was there.

“He’s probably screwing over with that lawyer,” you told Leyla, on the third day. You two were on the beach at night, enjoying the beautiful view and the warm weather.

“I’m convinced he feels things for you,” Leyla told you. “Mike is too,”

Indeed, Mike does think so. That’s why he did everything he could to bring Gibbs to Mexico. On the fifth day, a friday, Franks went to the city and came back two hours later, with Gibbs. You were playing in the ocean with Amira while Leyla was making dinner.

“Gibbs, I’m glad you came,” she hugged him.

“Nice to see you, Leyla,” he smiled. “Where’s my goddaughter?”

“Beach with [Y/N],” she winked at him.

Gibbs dropped his bag in one of the bedroom, figuring out just now it was where you were sleeping. There’s no other room in the house. Is he going to share a bed with you? He can’t do that and not making a move. He’s going to sleep on the couch.

He made his way to the beach, seeing barely your head and Amira’s heads out of the water. He saw her jumping on you, trying to drown you playfully. Neither you or Amira saw him coming, until he had his feet on the water. He only had a beach shorts on and sunglasses. Your heart almost stopped when you realized it was him. “Uncle Gibbs,” Amira shouted. He smiled. She tried to run in the water to get to him, he grabbed her and made her spin before hugging and kissing her, “Hey sweetheart! You having fun with aunt [Y/N]?”

“Yes, i’m trying to drown her! can you help me?” she asked with a big grin.

“I’m waiting for her to greet me first,” he spoke up, making sure you heard it. Your body was still underwater. You stood up slowly, reveling your perfect shaped body, and glowing skin. Gibbs’s heart sunk at this very moment. He watched you walking up to him, Amira still in his arms. He lost all his strength as he stared at you, he had to put the little girl down.

“Hey you,” you said when you were standing right in front of him. “Isn’t that a surprise?”

“H-Hi there,” he managed to say. “Mike invited me. Hope you don’t mind,” he did his best not to look at you from head to toes. You were so beautiful. Your bikini was only hiding what it has to hide. You didn’t have big boobs but it was perfectly shaped for your body. Gibbs imagined for a second what it would be like to touch, hold, caress and kiss them.

“Uncle Gibbs, are you coming in the water or are we going to just stand there?” Leyla said.

He smiled and grabbed you by the waist, putting you over his shoulder like a potato bag. One of his hands softly brushed your firm ass, sending shivers in your spine. “Gibbs! Not my h—“ he threw you in the water. Which was the worst idea. When you got back on your feet, you rise from water like the most beautiful mermaid. “You’ll pay for this,” you said playfully, Amira was still laughing. You looked at her and tried to grab her but Gibbs protected her from you, putting his arm around your chest. You had your back against his chest, skin to skin. You loved it. “Come on sweetie,” he invited Amira to drown you.

The three of you played until Mike called out for you. Dinner was ready, Franks offered a glass of bourbon to Gibbs and a beer to you. You had a really nice dinner all together. Amira quickly fell asleep in your arms, exhausting from playing all day.

Sun was going down, you had a little summer dress, with your bikini still on. The dress didn’t cover much more, Gibbs was enjoying the view. Leyla and Franks agreed to go back inside, leaving you two alone. “Are you having nice vacations?” he asked.

“Amazing. I understand why you wanted to retire here years ago. It’s beautiful and peaceful,” you said, like at the sea and the yellow-orange sky.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming. Mike had been bothering me since monday,” he told you, “I’m leaving on sunday and you can stay a few more days if you want,”

“I’d love to, but it has to stay occasional. Otherwise, I won’t enjoy it as much as I am now,”

A silence built itself between you. As you watched the sea, you thought about a midnight bath with him. How wonderful would it be? Your naked bodies in the water, touching each other, kissing, making out, making love… You were sad he put a t-shirt back on. You loved the early sight on your bare chest, haired as you imagined, strong and shaped like you love. Should you make a move? Is Leyla right? Is he interested? You looked at him from time to time. You noticed he was looking too.

“Water is at the perfect temperature at this hour,” you let him know.

He looked again at you and chuckled. “Need to check that by myself,” he stood up, and offered his hand. You took it and you and Gibbs walked to the sea, hand in hand. He watched taking off your dress, reveling your body again. He needs to get into water before you saw him getting hard. He followed your lead and the two of you got into water.

“It’s not midnight yet but feels like a midnight bath,” you said.

“We aren’t naked,” he answered.

“Yet,” you murmured but he heard and smiled. A short moment after, he showed off his shorts “I am,” he said.

This was no or never. “Give me a hand?” you turned your back at him. Your hair were tied in a messy bun, Gibbs softly went for your bikini’s knot. He undone the first on your neck and the second in your back. You felt his fingers brushing your skin. You felt like you were missing air. You held on your top for a moment, before letting it go on the water. You still had your back to him, and you took off your bottom. “I am, too,” you said.

Neither of you knew what to do for a long moment. Although he couldn’t see it, knowing you were naked made Gibbs semi hard. “You are beautiful, [Y/N],” he whispered. You took a step back so your body was against his. it didn’t matter for the water. You felt his cock against your ass. You wanted him more than you ever did. Gibbs gently kissed your neck, shoulder and collarbone. You hummed in content. He made you spin around so you were facing him, he didn’t even looked at your breast, he immediately went to kiss you deeply.

You let access to his tongue in your mouth. One of your hand was in his hair and the other on his chest, while his hands were rubbing your back and ended on your ass. As he grabbed your ass’ cheeks, you moaned in his mouth which made him smile. Gibbs was getting fully hard, his cock slid between your legs. “Don’t want to ruin the mood but I don’t want our first time to be a quickie in the sea,” you said.

“Me neither,” he answered but stopping kissing and touching you was impossible for Gibbs. He grabbed your legs to make them around his waist. He started to walk out off water, until you both became self aware you were completely naked on the beach. The waves took your clothes to opposite sides. You laughed and Gibbs followed you.

After you recollected your things, you put your dress on and told Gibbs to wait for you. You ran to the house, took a blanket and went back to him. You grabbed his hand as you were running, not giving him time to realize he had to run too.

There was a hidden spot further on the beach. You put the blanket on the sand and took off your dress again. Gibbs didn’t give you another second, he picked you up again before laying you down, kissing you passionately.

His erection came back as quickly. “you sure about this?” he asked.

“More than anything,” you kissed him.

His hands were traveling your body. He grabbed one of your breast and caressed it for a moment before moving to the other. Then his mouth found its way to it, and you moaned. He loved the sounds you were making. While he sucked on your nipple, his right hand moved to your pussy, softly touching your bottom lips. He could feel how wet you were, “So wet already,” he smiled against your skin.

“Don’t want—teasing, Jethro. I need you inside of me,” you whispered to his ear.

“Let me enjoy the view first,” he got on his knees, in front of you. He looked for a moment at your naked body, laying there just for him. It was the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Your body was perfect in every way. And the way you looked at him was making him melt. You had love and desire in your eyes. So did he.

“FYI, I’m on birth control,” you let him know. With your hand, you reached for his hard cock but he didn’t let you.

“No teasing you said,” he intertwined his fingers with yours and lined himself with your center. He stoked his cock against your clit a few times before sliding inside of you. The contact made you both growled from pleasure. He laid on you, kissed you and started to thrust. Slow and deeply. He kept the pace for a moment, stopped at a moment when he was at the deepest inside you. You both stared deep in each other eyes, and he went back at it. You were out of words, the feeling was too much. Gibbs was making love to you. He started to go faster, and faster until he felt you were getting close. So was he but there’s no was he was coming before you did.

“I’m gonna cum, J,” you let him know.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said. Gibbs was fucking you as fast as you could until he felt your body tensed against his, your pussy tighten around his cock, and you were telling how much you were loving it, how good he was. That feeling and your words made him cum too. He whispered your name as he came inside of you.

Gibbs stayed for a moment on top of you, both of you catching your breath. He looked at you for a moment, before kissing you. He slid off you and lay to your side. You moved to rest your head on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. “Don’t want this to stay in Mexico,” you said.

“Me neither,” he answered.

You and Gibbs were in a such a happy state, you almost fell asleep naked on the beach.

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[sinners-paradise45]

𝓘𝓯 𝓘 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮

Pairing: Rubber Soul x Courtney Love (OC) x Steely Dan

Warnings: Bondage, Praise, Dom/Sub Relations, Voice Kink, Drunk Sex, Dirty Talk, Hair Pulling, Oral, Choking, Spanking, Temperature Play, Cock Warming

Sorry about the long wait time! Wanted to make triple sure it was all grammatically correct before posting! But I hope you all enjoy and will want to see more in the future!

Now I hope yall enjoy! -Mod Sinner

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         The sound of clinking drinks and the smell different of alcohol invaded the trio of lovers’ senses as they entered a bar on the other side of Cario. Sneaking Courtney out of the manor was challenging, especially late at night. However, having her experience something she never had before was worth it. They even made a unique fake ID for her! Nobody could trace her back to her new home now! It was a special night, after all. 

         Five months had changed the two; one moment, they hated each other as compared to now, getting along so well that you'd never seen one without the other around their girl. They were finally past all the petty drama surrounding them; no more angrily leaving a 'date' because of one comment made by the other, no more purposefully making the other look bad in front of Courtney. It was a lot of work, but it made it more than worth it. Hell, they even planned the date together without telling her until it was time to leave. 

         They only roughly outlined where they were going; however, Courtney would have never guessed it to be a place like this. Sure, it’s been her first time leaving the manor in 6 months, but she didn't expect anything else. 

Despite being so late at night, the bar was decently packed, with all the booths and tables filled with fellow patrons despite the barstools being empty. Not ideal; however, they chose their setting with no other option. 

         "Just show them the plastic when they stare at you, Amira," Dan whispered into her ear, "They won't let you drink anything but water unless."

         "Do you think he'll believe it…"

         "You're not a good liar when you speak, so just hand without a word. I hate to break it to you; you stick out like a sore thumb around here. The name you picked will work perfectly; don’t you worry~." As soon as he finished, the bartender finally approached them. He nodded his head up, signifying that they could finally order. "Hey, what's up, I'll have a Long Island."

         "Any off the tap and something fruity for her," Soul pointed to the girl between them. The bartender stared her down, making her feel instantly colder than she already was. Courtney froze, staring into his eyes, while her hands shook to hand him her ID. His eyes moved to read the front contents, then turned it to the back. Just when she was starting to calm down, his pupils flashed toward her face in an even more vicious stare than before. Oh god?! Did he not believe it? Was she about to be kicked out or worse arrested?! Can you even get charged for this? Would her partners be also?! Before she could quickly grab it from the bartender and run out in a flurry of apologies, he smiled and winked before turning away to fix their drinks. 

         "See, it worked, Miss. Ellen Field, he even seemed to like you. If we ask nicely, we can bring him home.~."

         "Don't push me…" Soul quickly turned down as their drinks were quickly served. Courtney looked at hers; it was pinkish-red in a hand-sized glass. It smelled delightful also; she doubted it would hurt. Finally taking a sip, Courtney cringed at the intense flavors before the taste finally set in. She could taste the orange juice; however, she couldn't pinpoint it precisely specifically. 

          The older male to her right noticed her discomfort and asked, "Too much? They can make a different one for you if you want."

         "No, no! It's fine! I didn't think it would taste so strong… It's perfect," she smiled at him as she took another sip. 

         Smiling back, his giant hand petted her head, "Well, I'm glad he made the right call," he took his drink and completely chugged it, "Just don't drink too many. We still have to sneak you back in later."

         "What time is DIO and the Doctor coming back?" Dan asked. 

         "Not till way later, besides it's only Terence awake. He's easy to handle."

         Not wanting to interrupt, Courtney listened to them. She tried to pay attention. As she kept drinking, she noticed the room moving. Shaking her head to readjust her vision didn’t work, making it worse instead. She pushed her drink to the side, leaning her head up on the counter. Both of them noticed her movements. 

         "Amira, you doing okay? You don't look so hot…"

         "Room's dizzy…" she muttered as she noticed a glass of water before her—both equally sighed in relief. 

         "You're just drunk..," Dan took a sip of his drink before correcting himself, "Actually tipsy, that's a small glass, and there's still a sip left. You're okay, drink some water, and you'll be fine. We'll be out of here shortly."

         "Oh no! We don't have to leave! You guys planned the night out; leaving so soon would be a shame!" 

         "Don't worry about it; we weren't not staying long anyways. Besides, these guys in the booth behind us are pissing me off," Soul growled as he glared back at them. Listening closely, she heard them talk about her. 

         Gross… 

         Dan quickly finished his and the rest of Courtney's drink, cringing at the sweetness. Quickly eyeing up the bartender until he turned his back. He promptly motioned toward his paler companion as they both took her and ran out of the bar. Ignoring the yelling of the bartender who ran after them. 

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         Nights in Cairo are always bursting with life; tonight is no exception. Restaurants and bars are filled to the brim as many different types of people pass by. The image of two more prominent men holding one small woman arm by the arm raised some eyebrows. However, no one said a word. No one would anyways. The size of the two would even send the most alpha male with his tail between his legs. 

          "We should have taken the long way. It's too noisy around here for Courtney like this," Soul murmured yet loud enough so the both could hear him. 

         "I'm fine, really. I just can't navigate very well…" the white-haired girl’s voice was slightly slurred, "You don't have to worry about me so much…"

         "I'm not. I'm just saying, no need to draw attention this late."

         "Already two steps ahead of you~" Snickering to himself, he pulls out two pieces of jewelry he'd stolen not more than a minute ago. One was a pure golden collar with designs and beads littered around, and the other was a silver hair piece with emeralds and chains hanging down the ends. Both are precious items if taken to a jeweler. He styled her current piece and carefully placed it on her head. "There. All we need is body jewelry and something sexy to put on you, and I'd say I have the perfect outfit for the next time we go out~" He did the same to his companion with his collar. 

         "You didn't pick any up yet?"

         "Next mile, there's a chance for me. If not me, then maybe someone can help me~" Dan batted his eyelashes at Courtney, who giggled in return. 

         "We'll see…"

         Watching the two again, you have never guessed they weren't fond of each other before. Dan still tended to be a pain at times; it got turned into a different reaction by the other. Instead of instant anger, he joked with him and seemed like a whole new person. It was a change, but a good one in her eyes. If days keep going like this, she could reconsider her plans for the future. 

         Finishing the adjustment needed to fit the broader male, he sneakily ghosted his fingertips down his bare back. In reaction, a larger hand quickly grabbed his wrist, and he gave that look he knew all too well. 

         Smirking, Dan grabbed Courtney's arm as if he didn't do anything, "Well, we should be on our way! I'll grab the body jewelry as we're walking." 

         "Oh no, no, no. You're not getting away that easy," grabbing the more petite woman’s other arm, "You've tested me too much today. You're in for a world of pain…."

         "Ohhh, I'm shaking~."

         Courtney stopped moving for a moment, hearing his threat to the other. OH! Oh, he's in that type of mood. Her face turned instantly red; it had been a while with even one of them. Especially a rough session, excitement made itself known as she remembered the last time she made love. She didn't even realize Soul was shaking her into reality. 

         "Huh?!" 

         "You stopped. What happened?"

         "Maybe you just got her thinking. She stopped right after you-"

         Courtney quickly interrupted him, "N-NO! *ahem* No, I um… I didn't pay attention to you guys. I just got lost in thought…."

         "Oh? You're all flustered, Amira. It must have been a good thought. Mind sharing it with us?~" 

         "I…I…" she couldn't get the words out. She was so embarrassed, and he could catch on so quickly. Now he'll tease her the whole way home, and she'll die of embarrassment as soon as she's alone. 

         Soul didn't say anything, instead readjusting his grip on her and dragging both of them. They complained about the pace he kept up but didn't pay them any mind. He noticed Dan still managed to grab a bunch of the silver jewelry he had promised before. Good. At least he can try and sway his opinion of punishment after their home. 

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         When no other people were around them, their positions changed as Soul was in the middle with his fingers nestled deep in their hair. Leading them through the east gardens, Dan's arguing and back talk is getting louder now that his initial annoyance is gone. Slapping his hand over his mouth, he carefully opens the door, letting Courtney enter first before roughly pulling the other inside. 

         "Um…" a voice called out behind them, the trio instantly turning their heads in fear only to see it was only Mariah. She looked confused but, most importantly, annoyed as he saw the fellow white-haired girl behind them. "If you sneak her back in, just be quiet about it. You'll wake the entire agency." Rolling his eyes, Soul quickly took the two away towards his room, leaving the Bastet stand user by herself as before. All she could do was shake her head in annoyance and smile, hoping she had fun at least outside the manor's walls. 

         Pulling them both in, he quickly locked the door as Dan could only smirk to himself that his actions caused such a reaction from both of them. Soul's all worked up, and Courtney is all flustered. There's not a more delicious combination than that. Looking at her, her breathing was labored, and her eyes shined. Oh good! She was excited! Reaching out to pull her into his arms, yellow slime quickly wrapped around him to disable him. Oh, he wants to play like that~

         "Oh woe is me, I'm not even allowed to touch our girl?" Faking a sad expression, a pale hand gripped his raven hair, making him hiss through his teeth at being forced to face him. 

         "Only brava ragazzos get to touch her," reaching into his pockets, he pulled out the body jewelry and threw it to her. "Just put those on, amore. And just those. Might as well put them to good use since we have them."

         Courtney caught the pieces, looking at them. She blushed at the lack of coverage it'll give her. But… Looking at the change in attitude in Soul was almost exhilarating. His voice's rough and strict tone, the threatening of using his strength against you. Oh Lord, the nicknames he gave her. Without realizing it, she was already stripping her dress off before them. Both of their eyes were glued on her, as she was just left in her underwear, not wanting to miss a minute of being able to see the bare skin she always had covered. The silver chains give her almost a glow of some sort as it frames her breasts perfectly, with a lone emerald jewel sitting in between her chest. Six long silver strands loosely hung on the side of her torso in a rib-like fashion, even matching her new headpiece. Her chest heaved up and down as if she was out of breath. Her skin even seemed to glow slightly pink rather than blue for once. Her bottoms clashed with her appearance; however, she could keep them on for now. The black thigh highs certainly can stay though. 

         "Amore, you look absolutely gorgeous…"

         "...Goddess..," Dan whispered as he stared wide-eyed at the woman. His eyes traced her figure repeatedly; the jewelry did nothing but enhance her natural beauty. 

         Looking down, Soul instantly knew where Dan's eyes were. He couldn't blame him, she looked beautiful, and he never said anything about just looking. He'd let it slide for now. "You think she's pretty? You're the one who got them for her~."

         "...Yes…" he murmured, his eyes never leaving her body. 

         "Well… If you're a brava ragazzo and listen to what I say, I'll let her fuck your brains out. How does that sound?" 

         Seeking relief from the pressure growing between his legs, he quickly nodded. "...Yes..!" A paler hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing harshly to cut off his breathing. 

         "Yes, what?~" the older man mocked as he watched the other try to breathe. 

         "Y-...Yes...sir…" his cheeks darkened as he looked away, embarrassed. Alone with Soul, no problem; add Courtney in the mix, and he just can't help but get all flustered. He's supposed to look suave and sophisticated in front of her. Being the bitch in front of her is just humiliating. He didn't know if he was excited or worried. 

         "Amore, take off his clothes for me. Be as slow and torturous as possible."

         Soul took his place on the bed to watch the actions before him. Looking deep into Dan's eyes, she slowly removed the belt around his waist. Before she could put it off to the side, Soul grabbed it for himself to hang off his bed. Threatening without words, he really does get into his role. Soon shoes were next, then those weird dark blue leg coverings. When it came time for his shirt, yellow temperance quickly made itself known by the time she took each inch of fabric off. As soon as the material was entirely off, the yellow slime tied his hands behind him, oozing down his shoulders to cover different parts of his chest and torso. Finally, just his pants and underwear were left, her hands trembling as she quickly pulled them down and away from his body. Okay… now, just his boxers… Oh, dear… Looking down at his bulge's size, it looked unimaginably tight. He let her remove his clothes without issue, maybe if she could… 

          Before Courtney could stop herself, her hand gently stroked himself through his boxers. Thrusting his hips up, He gave a rather loud, obnoxious moan to provoke the older male. 

         "That's it, Habibi Albi, keep touching there. If you keep that, I'll just go crazy-AH!" Before he could finish, a sharp slap toward his back sounded off in the room.

        "One more time, and I'll melt your flesh to the bone…."

        The annoyance on his face made Courtney quickly remove the remaining clothes from below the waist, leaving him utterly naked between the two. Her breathing stopped when he saw how hard he was; it almost touched his stomach. Though she would be lying if she didn't enjoy the sight, just the look Dan gave her was enough to make her wet. She couldn't even finish her thought as he was suddenly pushed to the floor. Jumping up in surprise, Soul used all his strength to flip him onto his knees. 

        Oh no. Oh no, no, no, Soul wouldn't dare do this right now. Dan struggled to get up, but Soul's stand quickly dug into the floor beneath them so he could not move. There is no doubt that whoever was under them would hear them. 

        "Amore, I need you over here…" Soul called her over as Dan continued to get out of his grasp. She slowly crept over before Soul moved his position and pulled her down so she was straddling his lap without facing him. "Now, what happens to puttanas who don't know how to act?"

        "P-Punishment?"

        "Brava ragazza~," he softly patted her head, "Because you got the question right, you get to do it!" Looking confused, he demonstrated for her. He slowly stroked his hand down the tanned back before making sharp contact with his ass. The other gives a sharp inhale to cover the moan that threatened to leave his mouth. "See? He loves it. And for each spank..," his hands traveled down her body as he finally reached her clothed crotch, "I'll play with you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

        A soft kiss was placed on her heated flesh, fueling her fire yet embarrassment even more. "Y-yes… Yes please… sir…" Courtney covered her face from such simple yet lewd meaning words. She tried to escape or grind down on him; she couldn't tell herself, however, was still with his hands. 

        "Then get started. Only brava ragazzas and ragazzos get rewarded.~."

        Despite the promise of reward, the fear of hurting her love held her back. Copying the movements of the example given before, she softly smacked the tanned skin before her. Soul clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

        "Now, amore… I know you're stronger than that. You don't need to hold yourself back; he's a little bitch that needs to be put in place. Isn't that right, Dan?" He asked the other man, only to get silence in return. Signifying to go harder, she did just that. She was still holding herself back, yet stronger than last time. He gave a slight reaction was given off but not enough to satisfy the paler male. "Harder."

        Slap! 

        Dan inhaled sharply again, but still no answer. 

        "HARDER!"

        The change in tone scared her as she finally gave off a hard enough slap to get a full moan out of the tied-up male. "Fine, yes!" He finally yelled out. 

        "There, see, I knew you could do it. Now keep going with that same force until I say to stop," rubbing his large hand over her pussy, "And you'll get your reward~." 

        A muted whine left her throat at the feeling of being touched, his actions causing her to continue. Before each spank, she'd lightly trace his spine with her nails so he could anticipate each strike. She didn't want to surprise him; however, she'd do it harder and out of the blue once in a while. He'd always moaned when she did; it certainly gave her a sense of pride. She liked being in charge, and he noticed her becoming more soaked than before. Moving his hands away made her complain but got quickly muted by Soul's lips onto her own. "Up," he harshly commanded toward Dan. The stand around him became loose from the floor.

        Awkward without using his arms, he stumbled up before getting pushed into sitting on the carpeted floor. Slowly removing her final clothing off her marked legs, he whispered into her ear, "Get on his dick, face me, and don't move..." That stern tone never left his voice; she never wanted it to. It showed his power over them, and he wasn't afraid to use it even if she was frail. She'd always wished to act up to see more of it; however, she always chickened out at the last minute. Now she can see it without her needing to. Thank you, Dan! 

        Following his request, she cringed at the revenge of lack of preparation and having him enter. However, the dull feeling of pain instantly got squashed at the intensity of pleasure that skyrocketed through her body. Dan was just as happy, giving a pleased grunt as soon as he felt her walls squeezing his dick. Before she could moan out, she heard the clinking of the belt of the last of them that was clothed.

        "Last chance to prove you can do something useful for a change..," taking his belt out of his pants, he quickly shoved them off alongside his underwear and threw them to a corner of his room. "Now, if you manage to stay still and wait by the time I cum, you'll be more than welcome to keep her where she is. When you start acting like a bitch in heat, I'll fuck her in front of you and leave you high and dry. Do you understand?"

        Though the wish to talk back graced his mind, he couldn't give this feeling up! He was so pent up at this point that he doubted he could last being cucked tonight, especially when Courtney looked so good in all that silver. A soft exhale left his body as he murmured, "...yes sir…."

        "Huh? What was that? You have to speak up, Troia."

        Well, time to swallow his pride… 

        "Yes… sir!"

        "Brava ragazzo, now amore~ Open your mouth, and I know you can make me feel real good~."

        Soul moved closer in front of them, his dick right before her face. For a moment, it looked bigger than usual; he must have used his stand. It's not like she can say no to him using his stand… She didn't want to burn him; however, the size he always picked made her gag intensely. His fingers laced through the pure white locks of her hair to show comfort or dominance… Either way, she nuzzled her cheek into his hand. Kissing the tip, she carefully takes him into her mouth. A deep groan left his throat at the feeling of her warm mouth, the tingling of her saliva making the feeling more pleasurable due to the protection. Her small hands wrapped around his thighs to keep her steady as he guided her head up and down his cock. 

        Nothing but the sounds of her wet mouth and hard panting filled the room as Dan tried to distract himself from the both. Soul will take his sweet time, and he can't think right now. Dan was so desperate at this point. Just the sounds they both made were only adding fuel to his fire. He wanted to take control and show how much of a 'bitch' he could be. The thought crossed his mind, and he wanted to do it. Looking up at the paler male, only to realize he wasn't looking at him like before… Or even her… It was at the full-body mirror right next to the door. It only captured the two of them, but his eyes were only on himself. Oh, that asshole, what a piece of shit. He couldn't keep his eyes off himself, with that arrogant grin on his face. Ohhhh, he wanted to smack it off his face, but before he could, the paler man's grip on Courtney's hair got tighter before finally finishing on her freckled face. 

       Quickly picking her up off the tanned male, he roughly kissed her, his fingers still nestled deep in her short locks. "Amore, you listen so well~" looking down at his companion, he chuckled, seeing his anticipation to put her down.

       He didn't want to wait anymore… He didn't think he could wait anymore. 

       "You did well too, brava ragazzo~" he leaned down to pet his head, "I think we're a good stopping point." Upon hearing those words, a dark glare instantly graced Dan's face; before he could retort, Soul immediately cut him off. "Calm down, I'm joking. I won't leave you high and dry." Picking him up, he threw them both on the bed and distanced himself from them. He freed his companion's hands, yet the yellow slime still hung over his shoulders. "Now, enjoy your reward~."

       Not wasting any time, Dan quickly grabbed the silver-clad woman to pull her closer. Kisses littered her shoulders, neck, and face before finally reaching her mouth. Both melted in the kiss as his hands paid particular attention to her breasts. Pretty soon, both found themselves in front of the much taller man watching them; one on her hands and knees and the other sliding his length against her folds. 

       "I figured you'd want a show," Dan smirked at the other male who gave one back. 

       "I wasn't expecting it… However, it's much appreciated."

       Inserting himself inside her, a loud moan left her lips as she began to grip the sheets. The Lovers must be inside her head, as she felt as if she was about to explode right then and there. Dan placed a small kiss on her back before he began his pace. He wanted to start soft, but the relief he finally experienced made his movements rough and rugged as he slammed himself in and out. The feeling was nothing more than intense but in a good way. Drool ran down the side of her mouth as she felt heat spreading around her shoulders to her back though nothing was there. He finally felt it, too, although less, as he looked at the slime on his shoulders. The yellow blob was bubbling and oozing down more than before, but it wasn't eating his flesh. The heat was intoxicating, making his pace faster and rougher. Her moans got louder and more vocal as he finally found that spot that made her go crazy.

       Leaving his spot, the paler male softly kissed her before having his stand cover her mouth. She momentarily looked confused, so he explained, "I have neighbors, Amore. We wouldn't want them to wake up, would we?" She shook her head before he wiped the tears that formed in her eyes and made his way back to his spot.

       "Let them. I don't mind an audience watching. They just get to see how well we treat our girl. Ain't that right, Amira~?" Though her noises were muffled, they both knew she said yes. The look on her face said everything they needed. Her walls clenched as she felt her peak coming; her partner instantly caught on. "Awww, Habib Albi, are you close? Don't worry. I am too. Just hold on for a little… bit… longer…." One more… Two more… And then, finally, white-hot pleasure rushed through both bodies as their climax peaked. As he finished inside her, she fell onto the bed to catch her breath and ride out the waves of her orgasm. Pulling out, Dan moved her to have her lay on his lap while he stroked her hair. 

       "Good job, Amira. You did so well. Tomorrow I'll go out and buy something cute just for you~" Before she could respond, a part of yellow temperance quickly latched around his hands. They promptly connected behind his back like before, with the rest slowly returning towards its user. 

       "You say that like it's over, I never even got a chance to fuck anyone. You can't think one blowjob can keep me satisfied," the other slowly walked over to them. Taking the girl, he whispered into her ear, which made her whisper back. They nod toward each other as they sit on either side of him. 

       "Now, I expect you to be on your best behavior. One misdemeanor, and I'll make this a living hell for you. Understand?"

       That sounded like a threat… but one he was willing to push. 

       "Maybe I do… maybe I don't~"

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[heavenlyakin]

hi kale! can i request 47 and megumi please? :3

hi Amira!! I hope you like this!

cw: fluff (holy shit she can write something other than angst?), not canon compliant, mentions of babies/pregnancy

Out on our own Dreaming in a world that we both know Is out of our control But if shit hits the fan we're not alone

"What do you dream of?" You ask, rolling over and taking a piece of Megumi's hair to roll between your fingers. He likes it when you play with his hair, it relaxes him.

He smiles, looking at you and then at the ceiling. "I don't know. Sometimes you're in my dreams. Sometimes there's cats."

You giggle, moving closer and laying your head on his shoulder. "That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"You're still in my other dreams too."

'Cause you've got me and you know That I've got you and I know

"Why are you looking at houses?" You ask, popping the lollipop out of your mouth and peering over Megumi's shoulder.

He shrugs.

"'Gumi," you whine, "are you sneaking around and trying to buy a house without my input."

He moves the laptop off his lap, shuts it, and puts it on the coffee table. Then, he quickly pulls you over his shoulder and into his lap. "So what if I was?"

If the tide takes California I'm so glad I got to hold ya And if the sky falls from heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time falling into love

Your body is exhausted, your clothes are covered in paint, and Megumi's lap is just the perfect cure for one of those things. He plays with your hair in his lap, making you close your eyes and relax.

"I had another dream," he tells you.

"About the house being haunted?" You ask, remembering the dream he had the night you closed on the house.

"No," he chuckles, moving his hand to your stomach. "You were pregnant, again."

"Again?" You look at him, his smile huge.

"We also had another baby, it was crying though. Not as much excitement there."

You laugh, knowing you're keeping an early detection pregnancy test hidden in your underwear drawer. Maybe you should tell him soon.

We've been living on a fault line And for a while, you were all mine I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'Til forever falls apart

let me write for you!

[wisemins]

hello my shining star! it’s been a while i hope you’re feeling better! i have a question about you and giyuu! does he have a favorite outfit to see you in?

AMIRA MY LOVE!!! ❤️❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖💕💕💕✨💖💖💖❤️ I’m so sorry for being so late on asks!! I’ve been so busy but I’m gonna catch up soon!!

I also LOVEEEE THIS QUESTIONN thank you sm for asking 🥺💖

A favorite outfit usually consists of something that he can tell I really like wearing, and something that also makes him smile. We both really like the wintertime for the clothing selection, and when we’re out running errands he tends to feel the warm fuzzies because of how domestic it all is, he really can’t believe it sometimes that he has the life and his partner that he does! It’s very wholesome, so he really likes seeing what I’m gonna wear when we go out, it makes him happy!

This outfit below is one of my favorites and his! He really likes it when I wear long skirts, and he digs the turtle necks just as much as I do! It also reminds him of when I was teaching at the same school he was teaching at, since I wore a lot of stuff like that there! It brings back pleasant memories! ✨❤️

#TYSM AGAIN AMIRAAA 😭😭😭😭 ILYSM I MISS YOUUU!!! #❤️: making waves #❤️: my shyness boy #starshine rambles #starshine asks #starshine's friends

[kedsandtubesocks]

erika my beloved sunbeam!!! who is gojo’s favorite pedro pascal character?

MY SWEETEST AMIRA ANGEL HI HOWDY!! 🥺✨

And none of them, he hates them all LMAOOOO

He’s jealous and wants all the attention on himself because like look at this guy?

This is the man who’s been spoiled since the day he was born so when I wear my 90’s rocker style shirt with Pedro Pascal on it (yes I do officially own a shirt like that) he throws a fit because he’s a baby and I hate how much I love him

The character he maybeeeee might like the most is Oberyn from game of thrones and that’s because he dies ACZVSVXBSMSL

But Amira this is me to you and I hope you have the most beautiful rest of your day beloved 💖💕🥹✨

#Gojo is that guy who draws ridiculous mustaches and horns in any photos of pedro that I have #you’re such a gem Amira so so grateful for you!!! #SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE 💖💞💝💘💗🩷💓 #Amira’s tag 🪽✨ #me and Gojo #is that a self ship tag I see 🫣

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Not One of Many - Chapter Eight.

I cannot begin to thank you all enough for your praise of this story and continued commentary. I just turn into a squeaking ball of mush whenever I read your thoughts on the story! I’m glad you love them as much as I do :D Lookng forward to reading your thoughts on this next part as ever. I promise it won’t be too much longer now until smut happens either, but you all know Beth by now and you know that she isn’t the kind of girl who would merely open her legs at the first chance she got with him!

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“Oh... shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Beth asked, she and Mimi rounding the top of the woodland they’d taken the horses through, the latter checking her phone.  

“Alfie just text me. Him and Talia have split up. Hang on, I’ve got to phone him.” Removing one of her riding gloves with her teeth, she pocketed it, holding the phone to her ear and waiting. “Hi daddy, are you okay? Yeah, yeah it’s why I’m calling... oh bloody hell... yeah, that’s understandable... she did? Right... so where’s she going? Uh huh... yeah, okay. I’ll take Beth to lunch or something, yeah I understand. Is Amira alright? Ahhh, okay then. Yeah, I’ll see you a bit later. Okay, love you too, bye, bye.”

“So yes, she’s gone absolutely mental at him and he’s had enough and finished it. He told her she didn’t have to leave right away, that he’d give her time to find somewhere else to live, but she threw it at him that she didn’t want to spend another night under his roof and is having her friend come and pick her up. She’s in the process of moving her stuff out now, apparently, and is being a bitch to him and Amira, and he’s trying to work too, so it’s just a bad situation all round.  

“He’s gone and come back from one meeting, hoping she might have calmed down, but she’s so angry he doesn’t trust her alone with Amira not to be furtherly spiteful, so he’s shifted his other two to phone meetings, which he isn’t pleased about, but what can he do? Anyway, he says it might be better if we give it a few hours while she’s getting all of her stuff out because he doesn’t want her to kick off at us and thus further make matters worse. He's wound up enough as it is, too. He hates drama.”

Beth wasn’t all too surprised to hear such news, but it seemed to have taken Mimi aback, who shook her head in wonder. “All of this, she brought it on herself. He gave her everything but still, she couldn’t work out her jealousy.”

Just like she knew would be the case herself, though, maybe everything he gave her just wasn’t enough for Talia, because all she wanted was all of him. In a way, her heart went out to her, but in another, Beth knew that Talia had seen the writing on the wall right from the start. He wouldn’t commit to just one woman, or rather more specifically in this case, he would not placate one by ceasing his enjoyment of threesomes with the other two.  

Her paranoia that this meant he was about to finish with her had quite literally led to exactly that.  

She did quietly wonder, though, if Alfie hated drama so much, why he continually put himself into situations that ultimately led to him being at the epicentre of it. He’d felt confident that he had a good balance with the three women, but apparently such a notion had been well and truly turned on its head, recent events taken into consideration. From what she had learned during her stay, Talia hadn’t been the first woman to succumb to jealousy either.  

After their ride, Mimi whisked them a little further out to a local pub, the atmosphere casual enough for two girls in their horse-riding gear not to stand out like sore thumbs.  

“I haven’t been anywhere this low key in ages! Wow, it’s so different to what I’m used to.” Mimi’s comment caused Beth to turn her head away from view with a wide-eyed expression, thinking her attitude a little bourgeoise. Then again, for the last few months of her life, she’d been in the lap of luxury with the places Alfie chose to frequent. No wonder the perfectly respectable pub with its lovely original fixtures and cosy furnishings was a slight downgrade from the norm.  

They chose a sofa, sitting down with a couple of menus, Mimi opting for a goat's cheese salad and Beth the salmon and roast vegetables before the former went back to the bar to order and pay. When she came back, she looked troubled, reading something on her phone with a sigh. Beth made an inquiring face, Mimi turning the screen around so she could see. It was a long, ranting text from Talia, venting huge amounts of anger.  

“I feel bad for not being there right now, especially if she’s disturbing him while he’s working. He works so hard, partly so we can have such nice things and live the life we do with him, and she doesn’t respect that. I always have, though. But I guess she feels she doesn’t even owe him enough to leave quietly right now,” Mimi sighed, after Beth had read the message that was mostly constituted of name calling and going over the same inaccurate gripes that she’d flung many times before.  

“I think it’s best you’re here with me and not at home. Alfie is right, your presence will likely cause her hackles to rise much further.”

She sipped her drink, nodding. “I think it was more for your sake than mine. He really thinks a lot of you, Beth. You know that, right?”

She did. And it made a pit form in her stomach, to hear it, even second hand. “Yes.”

“You know, I’d love for you to move in, I think Amira would, too. Would you ever consider changing your mind?”  

Beth envied Mimi’s carefree attitude about sharing her boyfriend in that moment, how utterly unbothered she was at such. The complexities that existed in her mind just didn’t factor in for his youngest lover whatsoever. “I wouldn’t, no.”

“I think that’s why he wants you to stay longer. Did he mention that to you yet? He asked us last night when we got home, after you and Talia had both gone to bed and it was just us downstairs.” Beth found that information interesting, that he’d had the courtesy to ask two of his girlfriends, but not the third, and now former of the relationship. Did he see their breakup coming, she wondered? He was extremely astute, so it wouldn’t have surprised her if he had.  

“He did, yes. For the purposes of my article.”

Mimi smiled, nudging her softly with her elbow. “That’s what he told you. He’s nothing if not relentless when he wants something, my boyfriend.”  

Her eyebrows rose a fraction, sipping her wine, Beth not dignifying it with an answer and instead, changing the subject to revealing what a nice time she’d had that morning, getting back into the saddle after so long. Mimi made no attempt to steer the conversation back, cementing the fact that whereas her boyfriend wasn’t in the habit of dropping a topic he was steadfast over, she was much more easily persuaded to do so. Or rather, she could be swayed into such without looking for anything deeper. Alfie would have seen right through it, the reason why Beth did not want to comment.  

Once they’d eaten, they headed back into London, arriving at the house at just gone 5pm, Mimi cringing upon driving through the gate, much like she had upon their departure, seeing a car there on the drive and Talia busy loading her belongings into the back with the help of her friend. Kind as she was, Mimi went over to her, asking if she needed any help, Talia turning around and exploding.  

“You’ve got what you wanted, and now you want to help me move my fucking shit out of here? What, am I not moving fast enough for you and fucking Amira to get him all to yourselves, or are you trying to make room for your new friend? You smug little slag, go fuck yourself!” Raising her hand, she struck her hard across the cheek, Mimi gasping, looking stunned, Beth gaping for a second before heading inside. She didn’t relish in it, having to alert Alfie to what had just happened, but found that luckily, she didn’t need to, Mimi running past her in tears to go and reveal the incident herself.  

She carried on down to the kitchen, wanting to be out of the way of the drama, feeling like it wasn’t her place to witness it. “She fuckin’ did what?” His boom filled the space like a clap of thunder, Beth wincing as she sat down at the table, pulling her boots off. In fact, she didn’t even want to be anywhere near it, heading upstairs to take a quick shower and get changed, catching part of Alfie’s diatribe as she ascended the stairs.  

“Write your new address down on that and I’ll have the rest of your stuff sent on there, because I don’t even wanna fuckin’ look at you right now, Talia. Go on, write it down and off you fuck.” Oh, he was livid. She could hear it in his voice, the same for another shortly too, Amira’s bedroom door opening, the lady herself hanging over the banister.

“What’s going on down there, Beth? I’ve been hiding out of her way, save receiving another earful.”

“She’s just slapped Mimi, but Alfie is dealing with it.”

Amira’s eyes widened. “That bloody cow!” Immediately, she took to the stairs, racing down them, the women passing. “Thanks for telling me, chick.” she offered on her way past, kissing Beth’s cheek. She felt it safest to stay right out of the way for a couple of hours, changing her mind on the shower and going for a soak in the bath instead. It made sense, she was pretty saddle sore from earlier, so collected her things and headed for the opulent bathroom.  

Once within the deep tub, listening to her relaxing playlist on her phone nearby, she sighed, feeling awful for Mimi. Beth deplored physical violence, and while most might have said a slap was nothing, Talia really put some force behind it. She knew why, too. Mimi was the softest of the group, but also, the apple of Alfie’s eye. She was determined to anger him as much as possible in the wake of their breakup, it seemed.  

One thing she knew was that she felt guilty, that such an event would make for an explosive article, feeling somewhat torn suddenly. It was then that Beth realised that no matter how hard she’d tried to be professional and observe it as an outsider, truly, she no longer was one. She had been treated like a friend by the three remaining people in the house, and slowly, she’d begun to feel invested in their lives.  

Sinking beneath the water, she was thoughtful for a time, holding her breath, closing her eyes tightly, the silence of the sub-aqua realm soothing. She stayed within the hot, bubbly water for a further half an hour before emerging, drying off and heading back to her room, dressing casually in her black leggings and an oversized t shirt, heading back down the stairs and finding the house quiet, no one around.  

Checking Alfie’s office, she saw the door leading out to the garden (of sorts, since there was no grass) partially ajar, walking through it to find Alfie sitting in the seating area, surprising her by what he held in his hand. She thought it was a slim cigar at first, which was baffling, considering his hatred of tobacco. That was, until she got a whiff of the smoke.

He smiled thinly as she sat down beside him, gesturing to the blunt. “You’re not seriously smoking that?”

“I am.”

“I thought you had a no drug policy?”

He sniffed, shrugging. “Weed ain’t a drug, it’s a plant, and if you should just so happen to set it on fire, there are some effects. I seldom touch it, but tonight, I think I could be forgiven for needing a little mental cloudiness.”

“Yes, yes. Most certainly. That was... wow. I still can’t get my head around what I witnessed.”

“Me neither, and right now, I don’t want to either. I’ll deal with it eventually, that once again I seem to have attracted another woman with issues that she did well to hide for the year she was with me, before they eventually reared a very ugly head.”  

“Can I put something to you, something that I don’t think you’ll like, but ultimately, might help you deal with it eventually?”

He blew a thick plume of smoke down his nostrils, his eyes glittering through the cloud as he turned to her. “Shoot.”

“Do you think it’s this situation that gives women these issues, rather than them having them to begin with, but keeping them hidden? They go into it believing that they can be nothing but hunky dory about sharing you with others, yet the reality of such stirs emotions that one could argue are only natural to feel, after a time. I’m not defending Talia’s antics whatsoever, because ultimately it was down to her to choose the way she reacted to those stirrings of jealousy, and she chose wrongly, to lash out rather than making the mature decision that it wasn’t for her, that she couldn’t cope. But I do wonder, if these women always had the issue all along, or whether it is triggered from being here.”

He thought on her words for a moment, feeling his temper prickled a little, but pushing it down as he absorbed her statement and the subsequent sense that it made. “I think you might have a point, Beth.” He paused again, taking another drag on the joint, sipping his water as he held the smoke deep in his lungs, his head beginning to buzz.  

“I don’t think I’m gonna be in a rush to replace her, you know. I think I’m happy with just the two of them. It’ll make things easier for you as well, for the rest of your time here, with no negativity. It’s when things like this happen that I wonder why I even entertain it in the first place, you know, the drama that inevitably comes with the life I choose to live, romantically speaking.”

The man sitting beside her out there in the grounds of his home was in stark contrast to the one who had first taken her for lunch just over two weeks ago. He was deflated by the breakup of his relationship, Beth naively expecting it not to hurt him as much, since he had two other girlfriends, but it was obvious from his downcast expression that it had.  

“Are you okay?”

His eyes flitted between her and the floor a few times before he leaned back against the comfy outdoor sofa, rubbing his face with his free hand. “Nope. It don’t matter that she was becoming a right fuckin’ bandy mare in the end, or that I’m furious with her for hitting Mims. I’ll bloody miss her. I didn’t want it to end this way.”

“Breakups are tough, no matter the specific circumstances,” she reassured him, Alfie taking a deep breath he let out slowly though his nose.  

“When was your last breakup?”

“Blimey,” she exclaimed softly. “A long time ago. I’ve been single for two years.”

Immediately, he looked affronted. “You bloody what? As if no man has been clever enough to snap up a diamond like you yet, petal.”

“It’s been my choice. My last breakup was pretty rough.”

“Why, what did he do? Do I have to go smash someone’s head in?”  

Although she didn’t condone violence, his comment was sweet, in an aggressive way, how stirred he was at the very thought of someone mistreating her. “He cheated on me, he’d been seeing multiple other women behind my back for the duration of our three years together.”

“Utter fuckin’ cunt.”  

Beth snorted, remembering the last time she’d seen him. “Yeah, that’s what I called him while I threw everything he owned out of my flat through the window.”

“You did? Good girl, he deserved it. I dunno, treating someone as lovely as you like that? Fuckin’ nutter. Was he the same twat who gave you the ankle scar?”

“No, he was the guy before him. Who also cheated on me.”  

“You don’t half pick ‘em!” he exclaimed, his face a picture, Beth in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, and how many drama girls have you entertained in the last few years, Alfie Solomons?” she reached to poke him with her fingernail, watching as he visibly squirmed.  

“Two.” Her face alluded clearly that she did not believe this claim for a second. “Okay, five.”

“There you go, we’ve both made questionable choices.”

“At least you seem to have learned from yours,” he began, taking another drag on the blunt before holding it out in her direction. “Fancy being a bad Jew with me and having a toke?”  

“I haven’t smoked weed since uni,” she confessed, thoughtful for a moment, before deciding to throw caution to the wind. Maybe being stoned might help what she’d been mentally struggling with throughout the course of the day. Taking it from him, she took a few small puffs, trying not to cough, holding steady for a moment, but failing as she started to hack. “Bloody hell, that’s strong.”

“Try not to die on me, love,” he chuckled, her coughing continuing until she steadied her breathing, taking another small puff and handing it back. “Goes well with Merlot, that. Hang on.” Placing the blunt down on the edge of the table, he ran back into the house, a little wobbly, exclaiming ‘shiiiiit the fuckin’ bed!’ when he hit the doorframe, Beth bursting into giggles. He returned after five minutes, two large glasses and a bottle in his hands.  

“You’re really being bad tonight, hmm? Wine and weed?”  

“Yeah, like I say, I need the mental cloudiness that I normally wouldn’t entertain. The most important part isn’t either of those, though.”  

She made an inquiring face, Alfie smiling a lopsided grin, reaching to move a stray few strands of hair from her face. “It’s the good company.”

Talia seemed very far away in that moment. In fact, so did anyone else, too.  

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