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#i still had fun writing it regardless though<3
ezrasbirdie · 23 days
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amateur [pre/no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader]
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summary: After a breakup, Joel invites you over to watch a football game and you arrive a little earlier than he expects. Or: Joel gets caught watching porn. ratings/warnings: E [smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 24, Joel is 40), dad's best friend, a sprinkle of daddy kink, dry humping, male masturbation, Joel indulges in Internet pornography, reader wears a skirt, reader calls him Mr. Miller, use of baby girl, Joel is confused about the Internet, a smidgen of insecurity, soft Joel, bossy Joel, some very light teasing degradation, Joel likes bush, I think that's it] wc: ~3.7k a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! Remember to read the warnings, please and thank you. I know I just updated a fic but I'm clearing my WIPs out and I've never been very patient. I've never done an age gap/dbf thing and I always wanted to, and I thought this lent itself pretty well to the trope. It's pretty much just smut lol. I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope y'all enjoy it, too! shout out to @mothandpidgeon for the beta and also to everyone who has listened to me yap about this<3
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To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS
Joel has no idea how these websites get his email address.
Honestly, he doesn’t. 
He suspects Tommy could be to blame—it seems like something he’d do with a smirk on his face, thinking he was just so goddamn funny, knowing good and well Joel doesn’t know how to make the emails stop. 
Joel is still getting used to this whole Internet thing. He only uses it for work, and he really only got it for Sarah to use for school. For the most part he prefers doing business by telephone, but every now and then he gets an email inquiry. 
He always calls them back, though. 
So he doesn’t spend a lot of time—what’s the term he’s heard?—surfing the web. But these damn websites get his email address regardless, and sometimes…well, he’s only a man. 
A single man who doesn’t get a whole lot of time alone; not since Sarah was born, at least. Usually for him, “time alone” means a quick shower and his hand and his imagination. 
And lately that imagination includes a whole lot of you.
Way, way too much of you. So much of you that when he found out from your dad that you’d broken up with that no-good loser boyfriend of yours and had been moping around the house ever since, he jumped at the chance to invite you along to watch the Cowboys game. You’d been much more eager to agree than he’d anticipated, and he’d had to tamp that excitement down in front of your dad. 
You know, his friend. His very close, personal friend. Your father. 
It’s not that he thinks anything could ever happen—you’re sixteen years younger, after all—but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you’d looked so sad the last few times he’d seen you. 
He hasn’t always thought of you like that. Certainly not when he’d first met you in the middle of your second semester of freshman year in college, back when you were much too cool to have any time to spare a second glance at your old man and his friends. 
But then you’d worn that costume for Halloween two years ago—the one with knee-high boots and a dress that skimmed your thighs, so short he’d caught a glimpse of your lacy panties when you bent over to grab your bag before you left the house.
He’d looked away immediately, scarlet-faced and guilty, taking swig of the beer in his hand just to have something to do. He’d told himself, over and over, he hadn’t seen the outline of your pussy, that the light had just played a trick on his eyes. 
It’s been hell seeing you ever since then, but one he gladly endures if it means spending a little time with you. 
Another email pops up as he back out and he rolls his eyes, but accidentally clicks “open” instead of “delete”. 
CLICK HERE TO SEE MORE OF ME
In the body of the email, a picture loads slowly to reveal a scantily clad woman crawling toward the camera. He swallows as he realizes she looks a little bit like you. 
He clicks.
There are many, many categories to choose from, but he zeroes in on a thumbnail of the woman that looks like you underneath. 
Amateur, it says above it. 
What exactly does that mean, he wonders.
With Sarah at a friend’s house for the night, he has the place to himself for another hour or so while he waits for you and your dad to show up. He still checks over his shoulder as though he’s found a dirty magazine and doesn’t want his parents to catch him. As though he doesn’t pay for this house with his hard-earned money; as though he isn’t a grown man. 
But there is still something deeply thrilling to him as he opens the link and finds rows and rows of thumbnails with women who are decidedly not porn stars. 
It isn’t like he’s never seen a naked woman before—he’s seen plenty of them, thank you very much, but all the porn he’s ever seen before this was polished and plastic; waxed pussies with landing strips at the most, dicks so large he’d always wondered how they got enough blood flow to get hard, flat stomachs, perfect asses, fake tits. The people on his screen now, though, look nothing like that. 
These women are soft with little dimples in their thighs, stretch marks dappled across their hips and bellies, asses that jiggle when they’re grabbed and spanked. He imagines you might look like that, too. 
Real. 
Some of them even looked like what he imagined you do under your clothes. And he imagined that a lot, he’s ashamed to say.
He finds the woman who looks like you again. She’s kneeling again with her tongue sticking out, and his hand has migrated to his lap, stroking absently over his growing bulge. 
The clock reads five P.M., and you’ll be here at six. 
Along with your father. 
Joel scrubs a hand over his face. “Fuck it,” he mutters as he hits play. 
The camera’s shaky, held by a man hovering over the mystery woman as he rocks into her. She whimpers, but it doesn’t sound fake or overdone. Her glossy, lust-blown eyes roll back as she arches off of the bed.
“Feel good?” The man grunts, pointing the camera to where their bodies join, revealing her finger circling her clit as he thrusts into her deeply.
“Yeah,” she breathes. “Mmhmm. Gonna come.”
“Come on, baby girl,” the man murmurs. 
Her eyes flutter and she sighs as her body tenses up, a soft squeal falling from her lips. “Daddy,” she whines. “Daddy, daddy, daddy.”
Joel’s breath hitches.
He is aware of the fact that some people use this word during sex. It’s not something he ever explored, ever thought about at all, mostly because he became a single father at twenty-two, and it seemed a little odd to him.
But the way she says it makes the top of his head tingle, a rush of electricity shooting through his whole body as his eyes roll to the back of his head. 
He gets it. 
She whimpers the word a few more times as she comes back down to Earth, reaching for the man above her with both arms.
It’s…fuck, it’s sweet. Joel misses the feeling of being wanted like that. He clicks play on the next video and closes his eyes, palming the bulge in pants and pretending it's your hand groping him, your little whimpers of “Daddy” in his ears.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, legs spread wide as he watches, transfixed and rubbing, rubbing, rubbing in a slow, torturous circle, precome soaking his boxers and leaking into his jeans, so transfixed he forgets the front door is unlocked; that he’d told you to come on in when you arrive; that he has simply lost track of time. 
He doesn’t notice your reflection in the monitor until it’s far too late. 
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This is probably your fault. 
You get there way too early, even after stopping at the grocery store for snacks for this football game you have no real interest in. It’s a pity invite, obviously. Your dad had definitely told Joel about you moping around the house the last few weeks.
“Why don’t you come watch the game with us Thursday night, sweetheart?” Joel had asked with an encouraging smile. How could you possibly say no to that?
You’ve had a crush on Joel Miller from the second your dad introduced you to him, age difference be damned. But Joel’s never spared so much as a glance in your direction that wasn’t completely innocent, so you nursed your little crush for years in silence and hoped he didn’t think you were too awkward as you tried not to flirt with him. 
And your dad was always there, of course. It’s not like you could do a lot of flirting in front of him. Tonight might be a little different, though, because your dad suddenly felt sick.
“You go on without me, honey, Joel’ll take care of you,” he’d said, trying not to cough on you.
You try to ignore the phrasing.
But God, you wish he would take care of you. You’d texted Joel to let him know it would just be you, but he never answered, and now you’re sitting in his driveway twenty minutes early, wondering if you should go in.
It’s a little weird to show up and barge in, right? But what if he looks out of the window for some reason and you’re just sitting there? That’s weird, too.
You should’ve timed this better.
Eventually you stop arguing with yourself, walking up to the door with your arms full of chips and beer, struggling to reach the knob and stumbling in. Hopefully, he didn’t see that little display of grace. 
But he’s not in the front room, or in the kitchen. 
“Joel?” You call out softly, walking past the living room toward his office. 
Maybe he’s on a work call?
You don’t hear his voice, though, and the closer you get the faster your heart beats. This feels more private, more intimate than just hanging out in the living room.
You hear it before you see it.
A soft, feminine moan followed by a man’s voice—not Joel’s voice, though.
“Yeah, there you go, baby,” the man says, and she moans again, louder this time. “Let me hear it.”
Only the back of Joel’s head and the monitor are visible to you, but the sliding glass door gives him away, the curtains open just enough that his reflection betrays what’s got him so occupied right now. He’s sprawled out in his chair, legs spread open as he palms himself over his jeans. 
And holy fuck, you do not need to see this (you desperately do need to see this).
It’s not hard to deduce what he’s doing. He doesn’t make much noise, just a few grunts every time the woman on the screen whines or arches her back. The scene changes as the man sets the camera on a dresser, now capturing the full length of her body. She turns her head and smiles at him, giggling as he makes his way back to her and crawls back on the bed and gives her a sloppy, needy kiss before he straddles her.
You squint at the monitor. Does she look like you?
Leave leave leave—
“Come on me,” she begs.
Joel lets out a groan, loud enough to make you jump. 
He freezes when he sees your movement in the monitor, ripping his hand away from himself in a flurry of movement as he tries to shut off the video and compose himself.
You should give him a minute.
Instead you bite your lip, wide-eyed as he flounders in front of you. 
“Sweetheart,” he starts weakly, looking especially sweet and guilty as sin. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that.”
Joel won’t even look at you—he’s still hard, still waiting for you to scold him, but you have absolutely no intention of doing that. 
“Don’t apologize,” you breathe. “I was so early. Didn’t mean to just barge in.”
“Shouldn’t have been doin’ that. Knew you were comin’ over and just lost track of time,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, his big brown eyes pleading for you to believe him.
“It’s okay,” you say, trying to gather your courage to tell him why you’re not upset. Should you tell him? It seems as good a time as any, but it’s entirely possible your pussy has taken over your brain as he stands there in front of you in a thin t-shirt that hugs his biceps, still red all the way down to his chest. “I’m not upset or anything. I…didn’t mind.”
Please, please take the hint. 
Joel swallows and takes a hesitant step toward you. 
“That woman you were watching,” you murmur. “She looked like me.”
“Goddammit,” he says, scrubbing both hands down his face. “It ain’t—it ain’t like I’m a pervert or somethin’. You just…”
“I just what?” You ask, inching into his space.
His eyes are still lust-blown as he wets his plump lips with his soft, pink tongue. “You’re a beautiful woman,” he says.
“You think I’m beautiful?” You breathe. 
“Christ, honey, of course you are,” he groans, eyes dropping to your lips as he cups your chin with one big hand. “So damn pretty.”
“Joel,” you whisper as you lean toward him.
“Can’t do this,” he mutters. “You’re too—”
“Too what?”
“Too young, baby,” he says weakly, but you shake your head. 
“Not that young. And you’re young, too,” you tell him. His cheeks, to your delight, tinge pink.
“Your dad’ll be here any—”
“No,” you interrupt him. “No he won’t. He’s sick. It’s just me. I texted y—”
But you don’t get to finish your sentence, gasping as he pushes you against the wall, pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss. He groans into your mouth, one hand squeezing your waist and the other braced against the wall.  
“Tell me,” he murmurs between kisses, “if this is too fast. But I need you real fuckin’ bad, baby girl, real fuckin’ bad.”
And it might be too fast, but after so long with someone who was rarely interested in fucking you and could barely make you come when he did, you need it. You want it to be too much, too fast; need him to overwhelm all your senses and make you sob his name. 
“It’s not too much,” you assure him, frantic as your tongue runs across the seam of his lips. “I need you.”
He pulls you with him toward the little loveseat at the other end of the room and drags you down onto his lap, groaning as you roll your hips instinctively. 
“What do you need? What can I—” You beg, wanting so desperately to please him. He grunts as you roll your hips again and whine as the friction presses against your clit.  
“Need you to come is what I need,” he grunts, kneading the meat of your ass. “Can you get off like that?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. 
“C’mon then,” he growls. “C’mon. That why you’re wearin’ that little skirt, sweetheart? Easier to rub your little pussy on me?”
Your head spins, cloudy with desire—it’s all happening so fast. Maybe you should care a little more, but all you can think about is fucking yourself against his bulge, his hands clamped over your hips as he guides your pace. 
“That’s right,” he grunts, looking up at you with dark eyes. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Humpin’ me like a dog, desperate little thing.”
You wouldn’t let anyone else talk to you like that, but something about the way Joel says it humiliates you and drives you wild, arousal dripping out of you as you hide your face in his neck. 
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby, you rub your little pussy on me as much as you need to, hm? Get yourself ready for my cock—”
It hits you out of nowhere, your cunt pulsing, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you gasp and writhe. “Attagirl,” he murmurs. 
He strokes your back, pulling you flush against him as you ride it out. You barely register the soft kisses to your cheeks until you open your eyes and find him gazing at you with a fond smile that you can’t help but return.
“You good?” He asks, and you’re suddenly shy, as if you hadn’t just made yourself come all over him seconds ago. 
“Good,” you pant. “I’m good. I’m…” 
“What is it, sweetheart?”
His eyebrows are pinched together, lips pursed as he waits for you to answer. He’s still holding you against him, hand skating down your back. “That woman, the one in the video, she—would you do what she wanted? Would you come on me?”
Joel’s eyes darken as he flashes a devilish grin. “Dirty little girl, aren’t you?” He teases, but it doesn’t bother you. 
“Not with everyone,” you say, and he lets out a little growl as he taps your thighs and signals for you to take his place. 
“I’ll tell you what, sweetheart, since you asked so nicely—you show me your messy little pussy and I’ll come wherever you want me.”
“I, uh—yeah, okay,” you say, only faltering for a second, but he catches it. 
“What’s wrong? We ain’t gotta do anything you don’t want, sweetheart,” he says, dropping to his knees between your legs. He is so fucking sweet it might kill you.
“I want to,” you clarify. “I just, uh, I haven’t really prepared lately. Dry spell and all.”
“Don’t give a shit about that,” he says, smoothing his palms over your thighs. “Still a wet pussy, ain’t it?” 
“Yeah,” you giggle. “Sorry, some guys do.”
“Little fuckin’ boys do,” he says, his nostrils flaring like an angry bull, and you suppose he’s right. Your ex never was very interested in growing up. Joel’s thumb slides under the gusset of your panties, groaning as he pets at the soft curls you’d been so worried about. He hooks his fingers under the waistband and looks up at you with big eyes, waiting for your to tell him it’s okay. 
“Please,” you murmur. He slides them down your legs and sighs, pushing your legs open until he has a full view. You tug your shirt over your head, now just wearing a bra and your little skirt. “Come on me, Joel.”
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Joel’s breath catches in his chest as you pull off your shirt and gaze down at him. He doesn’t know where to look—he’s greedy; he wants all of you. He hopes this isn’t the last time. He hopes you’ll let him take you apart again and again. Who gives a fuck about football?
His eyes drop to your open legs and he just can’t help himself—he leans down and licks at you, just a little, relishing the squeal that comes from above.
“Look at all that,” he grunts, kissing your thigh as he retreats. “Came hard for me, huh? Been all pent up, sweetheart?” 
You’re too young for him, he doesn’t care what you say, but he can’t seem to stop himself now. His self control is somewhere on the floor behind him with your panties.
You squirm in front of him, closing your legs on instinct at his gentle teasing, but he throws a stern look at you as he unbuckles his belt and your legs fall back open for him. He gathers some of your slick on his fingers and pulls his cock from his jeans as he stands, towering over you. Your eyes flick back and forth between him and his cock, licking your lips as he moves his hand up and down his shaft. 
He’s so hard it aches. 
He wonders if you’d ever use that word—if you’d ever open your mouth and whimper “Daddy” as he fucks you. He wonders if it’s too much, if you’d hate him for even asking, but God, would you? 
He almost hates himself for thinking about it while you’re underneath, all vulnerable and unsuspecting. Then he imagines it garbled around his cock, and he doesn’t care that much about the ethics of it all anymore.
“Joel,” you sigh, and he bites down, ticking his jaw as he tries to keep from embarrassing himself. Sweat gathers at his temples and he grunts as you pull the soft cups of your bra down, bare tits and stiff nipples begging to be marked by him. With his free hand he cups your breast and squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your nipple and pulling a moan from you. 
“Want me to come on these, baby girl?” He asks through gritted teeth. 
“Yeah,” you breathe. You smirk as you look up through your lashes, eyes full of mischief. “Please come on my tits, Mr. Miller.”
Joel closes his eyes and breathes, squeezing the base of his cock. Fuck, it’s not Daddy but it’ll goddamn well do. He wants you to call him that again, preferably while he splits you in half. 
“Say it again,” he says, leaning over and bracing himself with one hand against the wall. “Say it.”
Your tilt your head all the way back, looking him right in the eyes. “Come on my tits, Mr. Miller.”
There’s no stopping it now. 
“Oh, fuck,” he snarls, painting himself all over you chest. He comes so much it shocks him even as his orgasm tremors through his body—you’re covered in him when it finally ends. He cups your jaw and leans down to kiss you, sucking softly on your bottom lip before stuffing his softening cock back into his jeans. 
You’re a sweet, bashful mess underneath him.  
“Hang on a sec, sweetheart,” he says.
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Joel leaves the room, giving you just enough time to start wondering if he’d want you to leave right after. You gingerly pull your bra back into place, trying not to get any of his spend on it.
He comes back with a wet cloth and a bottle of water, and it’s so…gentlemanly. Not something you’re used to with guys your age. He cleans you off, dropping to his knees again to help you put your panties back on. 
“Really like this skirt,” he murmurs as the thumbs the hem. You reach out and run your fingers through his sweaty hair, tugging slightly on the silver-threaded dark curls. He closes his hand over your wrist and kisses the inside of your palm, and your heart thumps at the intimacy of it. “Can I ask you somethin’?”
Your momentary feeling of safety falls away and you stiffen, waiting for something to ruin all of this. “Sure.”
“Nothin’ bad. I did this backwards,” he explains. “Could I take you out? Or…in? If you’re wantin’ to stay a while, that is.”
The sun has started its slow descent and the early evening golden light glimmers on his cheekbones, his eyes sparkling with hope. “I would really love that, Joel,” you say, scrunching your nose and grinning at him. “Could I maybe shower, though? You can join, if you want.”
He stands and holds out his hand to help you up. “I like the way you think, darlin’.”
“Lead the way, Mr. Miller.”
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ja3yun · 10 days
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Royal Sacrifice | S.JY | pt.2
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prince!jake x maid!fem reader warnings: tiny bit of fluff, angst, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, nipple play, whiney jake, my attempt to write posh-ish (again), longing, not proofread, anything else lmk! wc: 12.5k synopsis: with prince jaeyun set to marry another woman, revelations of the true plans behind the marriage come to light which leave you struck with conflicting emotions and lead to an outcome you could never have anticipated. part one a/n: hi! it is me once again. this was heavily requested to have a part 2 so i am being ever so kind and giving it to you all! i held a poll to see if you guys wanted a long chapter or shorter and long won so ofc its 12k (sigh) anyway, please enjoy it! this was really fun to write even though it's not my usual style, i hope this ending serves you better than part one did hehe.
3 months. It has been 3 months since you last saw the prince, the love of your life. Ever since the king made his speech declaring the marriage of Prince Jaeyun and Princess Mia, your heart has not stopped shedding pieces of itself. With each part that breaks away, you hope they reach him somehow.
Currently, he is in Lethamhill, fulfilling a tour of the Kingdom that will best help him serve the country once the merger is to happen. You haven’t ventured past the walls of Glengyre, so as you imagine him exploring and getting to know the people, being his charming self, you can only imagine the backdrop to be similar to your home, hopefully with a little more prosperity. 
It has been hard to focus on your duties while your brain is occupied with a forbidden love, a love that can never be. Of course, you told him to do this, practically pushing him into the new role of a husband to a woman who is not you, yet, you don’t find any comfort in knowing you both did the right thing. 
He was willing to fight in the front line, to disregard any idea of marrying another, all for the sake of you and your love. It is a love that comes once in a lifetime and it is a love that has the power to destroy worlds. You could not sit back and in your right mind watch the Prince throw away his people for you, it’s unethical and illogical, thus, you had no choice but to push him away.
But you still loved him all the same, that fire of affection will always burn for him.
Despite your longing, his absence has made it somewhat easier to grasp the idea that you can no longer hold him or feel his warmth through your veins. Being in the same room as him will only hurt you more.
He has to come back at some point, and that point is any day now.
Princess Mia must also do her rounds throughout Glengyre if she is to be a Princess of this kingdom as well as her own. You aren’t one to gossip but the chatter around the servant's quarters is that she is spoiled and entitled, everything Jaeyun despises. There might not be any truth to it, senseless rumours about her attitude could easily be spread in response to some jealous people looking for an excuse to hate her all because Jaeyun is off limits now. 
It didn’t matter, true or not, they were to be wed in a matter of months regardless of personal feelings. 
As you dust off the ornaments lined up neatly on the mantlepiece in the hallway, you hear the main entrance doors open, a commotion following. You peer around the corner to catch a glimpse, curious as to who graces the castle at this early hour. 
Then you see Princess Mia with her arm hooked onto Jaeyun, smiling up at him with doe eyes.
That was another truth you did not want to face once he returned; that he could, in fact, have fallen in love with her.
“My boy! How was your trip?” The king’s ambitious voice echoes through the entire castle.
Jaeyun smiles gracefully, bowing as he approaches his father, “It went well, Your Majesty,” he says at a far lesser decibel than his father.
Princess Mia looks at Jaeyun like he is the only man in the world which only serves to make your stomach twist. It is so obvious this would happen, Jaeyun is so easy to fall in love with, anyone would be foolish to spend more than a few hours with him and fail to be enamoured by him. 
You almost knock over the clock you are pretending to dust as your eyes stay glued to the scene before you. Your brain is trying to determine Jaeyun’s feelings towards his fiance, are the feelings of adoration mutual or does he still see this as a contractual marriage? 
Does he still love you?
"Y/N, back to work, please. We do not eavesdrop on the Royals," Miss Son chides in a hushed tone, jolting you back to attention.
You bow apologetically, hastening your dusting with a newfound fervour, cheeks burning with embarrassment under Miss Son's pointed gaze. She says no more, retreating to attend to her own duties and leaving you to yours.
As you resume your task, the distant murmur of voices from the royals serves as a constant reminder of his presence despite the fact he is no longer in your line of sight. Jaeyun’s voice threads through the air like a siren’s song, beckoning you to his side once more.
But you cannot answer.
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As you diligently scrub the remnants of the Royal's lunch from the plates, the imposing figure of the Chamberlain disrupts the tranquillity of the kitchen, her presence commanding attention as she raps sharply on the wooden table.
“Y/N?” she asks quizzically as she does not know who the name would belong to. 
It’s tiny situations like this that make you miss Jaeyun even more. The Crown Prince's effortless familiarity with over a hundred staff members stands in stark contrast, a testament to his respect and appreciation for every individual, regardless of their status.
Turning to face the Chamberlain, you offer a respectful bow, "Yes, Ma'am?"
"Ah, excellent. Please cease your current tasks and accompany me. Your presence has been requested," she instructs, her tone brooking no argument.
Your heart skips a beat, thoughts racing as you wonder what could possibly warrant such a summons. Swallowing your apprehension, you quickly set aside the plates and follow the Chamberlain, your footsteps echoing faintly in the corridor as you trail behind her.
The corridors of the castle seem to stretch endlessly, each step accompanied by a mounting sense of anticipation. You steal a glance at the Chamberlain's stoic profile, but her expression reveals nothing, leaving you to speculate about why you have been called.
Maybe the King and Queen finally discovered your clandestine relationship with the Prince, perhaps this is the moment all of your past rendezvous catch up to you. What would this mean? Would they behead you, exile you from the very kingdom you call home, or was it something much more sinister?
Finally, you arrive at a grand door, adorned with intricate carvings and gilded accents. The Chamberlain pauses, turning to regard you with a stern gaze, "Remember your place," she warns, before pushing open the door and ushering you inside.
As you walk into the large dining hall, you see an abundance of eyes on you. The entire Royal family, along with their trusted valets have their attention on you.
You scour the table for Jaeyun, whose eyes glisten with longing and disbelief. He cannot believe you are standing in front of him once again, albeit in different circumstances than he would like. 
To him, you look as pretty as the day he was escorted away to Lethamhill, but he can sense that you haven’t been well; your tired eyes and slumped body are a testament. He could only wish to ease the pain from your body just as his soft hands used to do.
“Miss Y/N, is it?” the Queen inquires, eyeing you up and down.
With a nod, you avoid direct eye contact, “Yes, Your Majesty. Y/N L/N,” your hands tremble slightly as you speak, seeking stability by clutching your skirt, attempting to rid the clamminess that has settled upon them.
The King rises from his seat, intrigued by your surname and background, “L/N… Is that the same L/N who oversees the mill near the Dochart River?” he probes.
Regrettably, you must correct him, “No, Your Majesty. My father toils in the mines, and my mother gathers berries,” a tinge of shame colours your words as you recount your family's humble occupations.
Both your parents worked tirelessly to provide for your family, yet their efforts often fell short. When they left you with your siblings, it wasn't out of neglect but out of necessity, seeking better opportunities in other regions where wealth flowed more readily - a circumstance not dissimilar to yours right now.
The room falls into a weighted silence, the King's brows knit together in thought. “Ah, I see,” he murmurs, clearly disinterested in you now.
You brace yourself for judgment, but to your surprise, Princess Mia speaks up, a soft smile on her face,  “Hardworking stock, it is admirable,” she remarks with no hint of sarcasm, her tone warm.
A glimmer of pride graces your features at her acknowledgement, a brief respite from the anxiety flickering around your insides. You still don’t know why you are here, so you cannot let your guard down so easily.
"Miss L/N, may I introduce Princess Mia of Lethamhill. I trust you are familiar with her impending union with the Prince?" the Queen's gaze steers you towards the Princess, who maintains a gracious smile.
"Yes, Your Majesty. It is indeed an honour to be in your presence," you reply with a respectful curtsy, offering a warm smile in return.
She makes her way to you, holding out her hands to offer to you. Your eyes scan the table to see the look of shock on everyone’s faces, taken aback by her forwardness to a mere peasant, “It is my honour to meet you, Y/N,” her face exudes a kindness you see similarly in Jaeyun.
It breaks your heart.
They are clearly well suited, their characters and status mould together in ways you and Jaeyun could never.
“Y/N, you will serve as Princess Mia’s lady-in-waiting during her stay in Glengyre,” the Queen's announcement leaves you speechless, a wave of disbelief washing over you.
Typically, when Royals of other kingdoms venture to another, it is customary that they bring their own staff, particularly their maid of honour. 
Princess Mia's unexpected warmth catches you off guard as she expresses her hope for a harmonious relationship, “Pince Jaeyun spoke highly of you, Y/N. I look forward to our time together," she says, grasping your hands with genuine affection.
Confusion and resentment swirl within you. Was this Jaeyun's way of taunting you? To rub it in that you are no longer his?
Despite your inner thoughta, you maintain your composure and offer a gracious smile in return. "Thank you, Princess Mia. I am at your service," you respond, masking your apprehension with a polite demeanour.
As you glance around the room, you catch Jaeyun's eye for a brief moment, his expression one of mischief, “Thank you, Y/N. You know all the ins and outs of this castle,” he smirks, eluding to your secret nightly meetings in whatever nook and cranny you could find to be with him.
With a mixture of confusion and trepidation, you acknowledge his words with a subtle nod, unsure of what his intentions are at this moment. Despite the lingering doubts and uncertainties, you steel yourself to fulfil your duties to the best of your abilities.
“I appreciate the opportunity, Your Highness,” you say to Jaeyun, hoping he can read your confused features. Luckily after months of only being able to communicate through your expressions, he shakes his head, understanding your worries but dismissing them.
He just wants to keep you close, and if serving his future wife is the only way to do that, then so be it.
_____
The following morning marks the beginning of your role as a lady-in-waiting, a position typically earned after years of loyal service—a fact not lost on the resentful gazes of your fellow servants at the dining table. Even your chamber companions shun you, refusing to share the bunk, a clear display of their disdain. Although Princess Mia kindly offers you a separate bed closer to her quarters, accepting would only stoke the flames of their animosity.
As you walk the hallways adorned in your new uniform, a sense of pride swells within you. The sea blue cotton dress may lack the opulence of the Chamberlain's or any other higher ranking servant’s attire, but its significance is not lost on you. It represents a step up from your previous maid garments, a symbol of newfound status and responsibility.
The guards at the door inspect you and your new look, both smiling widely before stepping out of the way to give you a pathway to the Princess’ door. 
Tipping your head courteously, you knock on the grand oak doors, awaiting approval to enter. However, when it does not come, you open them slightly, examining the room to find your lady. A lump is formed under the covers of the bed, meaning she could only be in one place.
You gently shut the double doors behind you before carefully gliding over to the window to open the curtains.
Back home, your brothers had a tendency to do as the Princess is doing just now - hiding to avoid going about their duties. You expect it from teenage boys, not from the Princess of an entire kingdom.
“Princess Mia, you have an appointment this morning,” you say firmly, hoping she will wake up.
A muffled groan escapes beneath the layers of quilts covering her head, "Please, Y/N, I have a dreadful allergy to the sun," she jokes.
With a gentle tug, you draw back the final curtain, "My apologies, Your Highness, but I am under strict orders from the King to ensure you join them for breakfast," you explain with a warm smile.
She shifts beneath the covers before casting them aside, revealing her upper half with a resigned sigh, "I understand, Y/N. It is not your doing," she concedes, stretching as if aiming for the heavens, "But you should know, I harbour a great distaste for mornings. If I seem irritable, it’s hardly your fault."
You can't help but admire her even in her morning disarray, her features possessing an otherworldly allure. Though the kingdom boasts many beauties, encountering someone of her stature feels like a rare privilege.
Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she finally meets your gaze with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Shall we, Y/N?" she says, gracefully swinging her legs off the bed and rising to her feet with a fluid motion that speaks of innate poise.
“Would you like me to assist you with your bath or would you prefer some privacy?” you query, making her bed as she glances out the window.
Princess Mia is like any one of your friends back home, an ease of friendliness passes between you the more you speak. There's a pang of wishful thinking, a part of you hoped she'd embody the snobbishness rumoured about her, offering an easy target for animosity towards her relationship with your former love. But she is far removed from her rumours.
“Neither,” she begins to pull you away from your task of making the bed and pushes you towards the bathroom, “Perhaps I could use the company more than anything.”
Turning the taps to fill her bath, you steal another glance at her as she strips off her nightgown, marvelling at her delicate features: the velvety smoothness of her skin, the graceful curves that seem sculpted by an artist's hand, and the perkiness of her ass, reminiscent of a ripe peach. 
In contrast, your own reflection reveals a different story - dry skin marked by scars from old scabies, a dullness that overshadows any hint of radiance, and a figure that pales in comparison, lacking the perfection of hers.
You would be foolish to think for a second you could compete with her for Jaeyun’s love.
As she steps into the running bath, you prepare the soap, handing it to her which she accepts with a smile. 
“How long have you worked for the Glengyre royal family?” she asks, lathering up the soap and washing it over her body.
"Just under a year, Your Highness," you respond, realising in this moment that you have been here for much longer than desired. Being away from your brothers for this long was never part of the plan, and the ache to see them again gnaws at your heart, the letters exchanged barely enough to quell your longing.
Princess Mia lounges in the bath, leaning her chin on the edge as she speaks with you, “Tell me honestly, from a peasant perspective, are they good people?” 
The question is a hefty one, one that you are not prepared for. It is no secret that you have a distaste for the King and Queen, however, your judgement upon them can only lead to your travesty, so you ponder how to navigate the question while still maintaining some honesty.
“Well, the King and Queen try their best,” you begin, eyes pointed downward, “And the Prince…”
How would one describe Prince Jaeyun? Loyal, honest, kindhearted, fearless, a true King. But how do you say it while hiding your feelings for him? Your brain wants to tell the Princess how Jaeyun kisses with such desire and passion, and his whispers of affection and adoration serve you to believe he is straight from one of Shakespeare's sonnets. He was much more than a noble Crown Prince, he was the love of your life, and you wanted to scream it from the rooftops.
She pokes you gently with a finger, drawing you back from your reverie, "Y/N?"
"Oh, my apologies," you offer a strained smile, hoping she didn’t catch on to your longing gaze, "Prince Jaeyun is undoubtedly a man of great virtue and integrity, worthy to ascend the throne and lead his people," you reply, striving for a diplomatic tone that hides the depth of your affection for him.
"And how will he be as a husband?"
You fluster, your brain now inappropriately recalling his touches and lingering lips while his bride-to-be is a mere foot away, “I couldn’t possibly comment on that, Your Highness,” you deflect, inwardly cursing your traitorous thoughts.
“But from your perception, someone of your lower class has no reason to lie to me regarding your Prince, I would value your honesty,” she insists, playing with the water that envelopes her.
Sighing, you yield, “He will make a fantastic husband. His loyalty to those he loves knows no bounds,” you concede, swallowing the bitter pill of truth as you reluctantly paint a portrait of Jaeyun as a desirable suitor, knowing it may only serve to bring them closer together.
The Princess slips lower into the bathtub, leaving just her head above the water, "He does not love me, though," she acknowledges, her voice heavy with sorrow as if she were voicing the truth for the first time, "He made it clear that his heart belongs elsewhere, that he could never give it to me."
You feel a surge of tension at her words, a glimmer of hope blossoming in your heart at Jaeyun's implied feelings. It's a bittersweet realisation, knowing that he still holds love for you as deeply as you do for him, yet, not one of you can do anything about it.
Standing from the stool beside the bathtub, you pick up a towel and hold it out for the Princess to take, but she does not move, instead, she continues her questioning, “Who does he love, Y/N?”
The sickness that sits in your stomach bubbles to your throat, word vomit willing you on to scream at her that it is you he belongs to, that his heart is yours and yours is his. But you dare not utter such a confession.
“He loves his people, Your Highness, they are who have his heart,” you stand strong, pushing the towel further in her face, using it as a barricade so she cannot witness your wet eyes.
Princess Mia removes herself from the tub, idly lost in her thoughts, “We have that in common,” her tone airy as she remembers her people back home.
She is a good person, her thoughtfulness and kindness showcase this, and you know she will make a fantastic addition to Jaeyun’s faction. With her as his wife, they will do great things for Glengyre.
_____
As the first rays of dawn break through the stained glass windows of the castle, you find yourself standing alongside Princess Mia at the grand breakfast table, the delicate clinking of silverware and murmured conversations filling the air. Your gaze couldn't help but flicker nervously toward the entrance, anticipation mounting with each passing moment as you awaited Jaeyun's arrival.
It is hard to be so close yet so out of reach to someone you used to be tangled with.
Prince Jaeyun and his trusted valet, Heeseung, make their grand entrance into the opulent dining hall, instantly commanding the attention of all present. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, briefly meeting Princess Mia's eyes before seeking out your own.
You have lined yourself up with the other maids, a habit from your past role. Heeseung approaches you with a warm smile, his voice carrying a hint of understanding as he addresses you, "Miss Y/N, valets typically stand to the left," he gently reminds you, gesturing for you to join him. Grateful for Heeseung's kindness and guidance, you offer him a respectful bow before obediently following his lead.
As you traverse the room, keeping your head low in deference, you feel a soft touch against your hand, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was, the touch sending sparks to your heart. 
Jaeyun is playing with fire, he knows it’s risky to even gaze upon you too long, yet his heart yearns for you and your touch, causing him to act irrationally. Your heart is a magnet and it is drawing him in the closer you are to him.
In a brief moment of recklessness, Jaeyun slips a folded piece of paper into your palm before releasing his grip, the covert exchange going unnoticed by everyone save the two of you. Quickly you tuck the piece of paper up your sleeve and stand in your designated space.
As the Royals take their seats, anticipation pervades the air, with the tantalising smells of the lavish meal enticing even the most controlled appetites.
“How fares the Princess this morning?” Heeseung inquires softly, a faint smile gracing his lips as he casts his gaze ahead.
“Quite well. And what of the Prince?” you respond, hoping for a glimpse into your former lover’s wellbeing.
Heeseung's sigh is filled with gravity, his words hint at a heavy burden borne by the Prince, "Disheartened, I'm afraid," he says quietly.
The confession elicits a sharp intake of breath from you, brows knit together in confusion as you silently implore Heeseung to elaborate. "I believe it's due to the wedding being expedited to this Friday," he declares, his words sinking in with unexpected weight.
“What?!” your exclamation escapes your lips before you can temper it, a mix of shock and disbelief colouring your tone, reverberating through the room with an unintended volume.
Jaeyun, catching wind of your distressed reaction, turns his gaze towards you, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. Sensing his eyes upon you, you quickly avert your gaze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck.
You know you cannot be with him but you presumed you had more time to become accustomed to Princess Mia around the castle and before you lose him forever, “Isn’t the Princess required to occupy Glengyre for at least 3 months? Isn’t it customary for her to know our land and the people before she takes such a vow?” you question. 
“Apparently, she does not need 3 months. The arrangement has altered slightly,” he looks down at you. 
“How can that be?” You don’t mean to bombard the valet with your senseless questioning, but nothing makes sense to you, “How will she know what is best for this kingdom if she does not actively know it? How will she best know how to take the role of Princess of Glengyre?”
Heeseung breathes out, “She won’t be, Prince Jaeyun is to be crowned King Consort of Lethamhill once they marry and fulfil his duties there,” his tone is filled with sorrow. 
You're taken aback by Heeseung's revelation, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place, "But if Jaeyun becomes the King Consort of Lethamhill, what about Glengyre?" you inquire, your voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to speak the words aloud, “Who will take the place of the King once he passes?”
“It is blasphemy to speak about the King’s death so frivolously!” Heeseung exclaims in a hushed tone, his jaw clenched. Heeseung was a royal guard before he was Jaeyun’s man-in-waiting, the blood of the royal navy still runs rampant through his veins, his honour to the king noble even if slightly blinded.
You offer an apology, bowing your head and feigning shame, “Sorry, I shall never utter the words so haphazardly again.”
He nods, stature returning to his elegant stance, "It's a complicated matter," Heeseung replies, his tone laced with sympathy, "The merger between the kingdoms is more than it seems. Lethamhill is in dire need of assistance after the turmoil caused by the war. The arrangement serves to benefit both kingdoms but it is Glengyre who is set to prosper.”  
You are not understanding Heeseung’s words, which only causes hindrance in this conversation, “Excuse my ignorance, but I do not understand.”
“Lethamhill is on the brink of destruction, the King believes if Prince Jaeyun were to be crowned King Consort, he would be able to fully take Lethamhill for himself. King James and Queen Elizabeth will resign their titles for their daughter as part of the deal, leaving our Crown Prince in charge with only the need of convincing Princess Mia to follow his plans.”
You whip your head to face Heeseung, “So Lethamhill is to be no more? What of its people?” your heart races at the thought of thousands of innocent lives tangled in this game of political power.
“They are not the King and Prince’s concern, they serve Glengyre and Glegyre alone,” he says quietly.
There is a weight in your chest akin to an anchor, bringing your remaining hope and happiness for this merger down into the pits of your stomach. The merger is a visage, a guise for your King to be completely in control. 
This was never about peace, this was always going to be about power.
“And does Prince Jaeyun know about this?” you ask astonished. Surely, if Jaeyun knew of the inner workings of his father, he would put a stop to it all. Although Jaeyun lives to serve his people, he would never sacrifice others to replenish Glengyre, it’s the reason he has always voted against war.
Heeseung's gaze remains firm, "Of course he does," he replies sternly, "You think the Prince would be kept in the dark about something like this?"
As Heeseung's words sink in, a wave of realisation washes over you, accompanied by a sense of betrayal. You can only hope Jaeyun has a bigger plan, one that can save both kingdoms from perishing.
______
As night descends upon the castle, you navigate the dimly lit corridors with determined steps, your mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Jaeyun's cryptic note had beckoned you to the Council c
Chambers under the cover of darkness, although, you were conflicted with the idea knowing his plans now to infiltrate Lethamhill from within.
However, this served as your chance to speak directly to Jaeyun and figure out what his true intentions are. Every atom of your being is saying he cannot be so foolish as to destroy a country just in the hopes of building up his own, but you still approach the meeting with a wary heart.
With a heavy push, you open the door and the memories of your final night together flood your mind. But you refuse to be swayed by the urge within your body and heart; you must find out what is truly going on.
The room is cloaked in shadows, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. As you step inside, the air seems charged with tension, every creak of the floorboards echoing in the silence.
Jaeyun is leaning against the very desk he made love to you on countless times, the very desk you promised your undying love to him. His head whips up as he hears you enter the Council Chamber, his body lit by the moon and nothing more, yet, you can see the twinkle in his eyes as if it is a bright summer’s morning.
He stands as you edge closer to him, "It's been too long since I was graced with such beauty in my lone presence," he remarks, his voice soft and warm. His hand moves instinctively to find your hips, but you step back, the tension in the air palpable.
"Tell me it isn’t true," you implore, your heart pounding in your chest as you search his eyes for reassurance, desperate for him to dispel the troubling rumours that have plagued your thoughts.
Jaeyun's brow furrows in confusion, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity, "Tell me what isn't, my love?" he responds, his voice laced with genuine confusion.
"Don't call me that. You have no right anymore," you respond sharply, your voice tinged with bitterness. The pain of betrayal simmers just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.
"You'll always be my love, Y/N," Jaeyun insists, his tone pleading as he reaches out to you, but you hold yourself stiffly, refusing to be swayed by his familiar touch.
"But you're not mine, not if what I heard is true," you retort, your voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. 
Jaeyun's expression softens, "What did you hear?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.
In Jaeyun’s eyes, he has done nothing wrong. He has kept Princess Mia at a respectable length at all times, never shared the same bed, and made it abundantly clear that this marriage will harbour no love as he already gave his heart to someone else - to you.
Which could only mean you know one thing.
You feel a surge of frustration welling up inside you, threatening to implode as you confront Jaeyun with the truth.
"That you are to marry Princess Mia for the sole purpose of becoming king and take complete control of Lethamhill," you reveal, your voice trembling as you lay bare the painful reality of the situation, “Please, Jaeyun, tell me this isn’t true. Tell me otherwise.”
You feel the weight of each word as it leaves your lips. The dim light from the moon casts long shadows across the room, adding to the solemn atmosphere as you confront Jaeyun, the man you once thought you knew so well.
You are begging him to prove your mind wrong, to let you in on a lavish plan that bonds the countries together by outwitting his father. 
Yet he offers nothing.
For a moment, there is silence between you, broken only by the soft sound of your breathing. Your figure tightens as any hope you had for him, for this to be a lie, slowly dwindles away.
Finally, Jaeyun speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y/N, please understand," he begins, his tone pleading as he searches for the right words to convey his thoughts, “It is not by choice.”
“There is always a choice, Jaeyun,” you spit back at him, head thumping with the realisation that Jaeyun does not have an ulterior motive, he is going along with the plan to destroy Lethamhill, “What was the point of agreeing to marry Princess Mia and avoiding war when you are only going to cause one anyway?” 
Jaeyun's shoulders sag under the weight of your accusation, his gaze dropping to the floor as he wrestles with his conscience, "It isn't like that," he protests weakly, his voice tinged with sorrow, "There will be no war."
“But people will be hurt and in consequence, they will die. That to me is no better than war,” you counter, your voice laced with agitation.
“Some may die but our people will be safe,” he insists, his words ringing around the room.
You seethe as he shows no willingness to relent; you sacrificed true love, your happiness, all for the better of the kingdom you call home, and yet Jaeyun sets make a fool of it. Your kingdom may flourish, but it will be covered in a sea of blood and power. Glengyre will no longer be a place you can call home if this were to be the case.
“But what of Princess Mia’s people? They will surely perish,” you argue, your heart breaking at the thought of innocent lives that will be lost in the name of power and control.
Jaeyun sighs, his expression haunted as he grapples with the weight of his decisions, "I took an oath to protect my kingdom," he murmurs, his voice barely audible above the din of your thoughts.
You step forward, jaw tightening and fists clenched, “And you will take an oath on Friday,” you remind him, your voice thick with disappointment, “To their kingdom, to be their leader and save them from their current state.”
“The King-”
“Enough! No excuses. The king does not have a final say once you are to be wed. You will be crowned King Consort of Lethamhill, you get to have the final decision as to what to do, what is best.”
Jaeyun's hand hesitates midair, trembling as if caught in a tempest of conflict. Your impassioned words strike at the very core of his being, awakening a sense of clarity amidst the fog. For the first time, he begins to see the shadow that his father's influence has cast over him, distorting his once unyielding sense of honour and integrity.
In your unwavering presence, he discovers a beacon, guiding him back to the principles he formerly valued. 
“My love-” he starts, but you interject once again.
“No. Until you return the Jaeyun I once knew, the man that I love, I am not yours,” you back away slowly, voice trembling as tears prick your eyes, “I belong to him, to my Jaeyun, not you.”
_____
Two days later, you stand outside Miss Son's office, the oak door imposing yet familiar. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows across the corridor, adding an eerie ambience to the castle's interior. Your heart pounds in your chest as you raise your hand to knock, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders. 
With the wedding tomorrow, you do not know how she will react to your request.
The door creaks open, revealing the warm glow of Miss Son's office. Stepping inside, you're enveloped by the scent of parchment and ink, a comforting aroma that reminds you of countless meetings and tasks undertaken within these walls.
"Come in," Miss Son's voice breaks through your reverie, and you enter, feeling a mixture of nerves and determination.
"Miss Son, I'm afraid I must pardon myself from my role," you state, the words coming out in a rush.
Miss Son's expression softens with concern as she listens to your explanation, “Why so suddenly? Is Princess Mia giving you a hard time?” She leans forward, her gaze unwavering as she waits for you to continue.
"No, no, she is quite lovely...I fear I haven't seen my brothers in a long time. I think it is time for me to go back and care for them," you explain, your voice faltering slightly as you try to mask the true reason behind your decision.
Miss Son's eyes narrow, a knowing glint in her gaze, "Are you sure this has nothing to do with the Crown Prince marrying the Princess?" she asks gently, her tone filled with understanding.
You swallow hard, feeling a lump form in your throat. The truth hangs heavy in the air, begging to be acknowledged.
"Whatever do you mean?" you reply, though you know she sees right through your facade.
“I mean, I am head of over one hundred servants, I know everything that happens within these castle walls,” she gestures around the room with her finger, eyebrows raised expectantly, “You and Prince Jaeyun lack discretion. Sneaking around, leaving traces of yourself which I have had to clean up, you are both useless at this secret love affair.”
Of course, she knew everything. You and Jaeyun were not exactly quiet in your passionate encounters and pieces of your uniform lay in different areas of the castle; you just thought you were both extremely lucky, but it happens that your luck is named Miss Son.
“I understand why you must leave but it will be a great shame to lose you, Miss Y/N,” she offers a smile of sympathy before gesturing you away quickly, “Now go get some rest and leave tomorrow morning. With the commotion of the wedding, you should be able to sneak out with ease.”
You bow appreciatively to her, muttering an almost silent thank you as you retreat to your bed chambers, your bones heavy with sorrow.
_____
The tranquillity of the maid's chambers envelops you as you nestle beneath your threadbare quilt, its thin fabric offering little comfort against the weight of your thoughts. With the royal wedding looming just 17 hours away, sleep eludes you as you mentally chart your journey back home.
The prospect of reuniting with your brothers brings a bittersweet relief, a respite from the tumult that swirls within the castle walls. However, when you think about your impending departure, you can't shake the lingering anguish that pulls at your heartstrings, tying you to this location despite your desire to move on.
Jaeyun.
As you ponder the situation laid before you, you wonder whether Jaeyun fully comprehends the ramifications of his decisions. Half of your heart longs to remain by his side, hoping to guide him away from the path of destruction. But you cannot be by his side, not after tomorrow.
The door to your room creaks open, the sound echoing softly in the dimly lit quarters. You lay still, pretending to be asleep, though your senses are alert to every sound and movement around you. You suspect it's one of the other maids, returning to collect some forgotten item before retiring for the night.
Miss Son has led the others to the tavern for a ‘light’ celebration ahead of the royal wedding. While it was meant to be a joyous occasion, the event only serves to heighten your anxiety. You would find little joy in the festivities, preferring the quiet solitude of your room.
As the footsteps draw closer to your bed, your pulse quickens, and you hold your breath, hoping to discourage any interaction. However, when you feel the mattress dip slightly and warm arms encircle your waist, your tension begins to ebb away.
The touch is unmistakably Jaeyun's, sending a jolt of both comfort and turmoil through your body. Despite your conflicting feelings, you find yourself relaxing into his embrace, seeking refuge in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
“My love, I am sorry,” he says quietly, his lips peppering kisses to your shoulder blade, each kiss lingering longer than the last. His hands trace the outline of your figure as they etch along your waist and sides.
Jaeyun has never laid with you like this, the opportunities scarce in the secrets of the night, this moment only makes you wish you had taken more chances to hold one another close.
“Jaeyun, you cannot be here,” you state, trying to swallow your love and sorrow, but they’re far too big to choke down.
“Face me, Y/N,” he commands, his tone is not forceful but pleading. He needs you to look at him to fully see his emotions. As of right now, you think of him as a deceitful Prince, set to ruin innocent lives, and he will not stand for it, “Please.”
It is hard to face a man you love who seems to mirror only a shell of himself, yet, you turn around per his request. Perhaps it was the hierarchy that lay between you, or maybe it is just your love for him that outweighs any apprehension you have of him.
Your eyes meet and his heart stops, the tears in your eyes only exhibit how this is affecting you, “I cannot stand you being mad at me,” his lips pout as he speaks and you wish to kiss him like never before.
In your mind, if you kiss him right now it may cause a chain reaction in which he changes his mind on the matters of Lethamhill, but that is foolish thinking.
"Jaeyun, you know I cannot condone what you're doing," you reply softly, your voice laced with sadness, "This marriage, this plan - it is wrong. It goes against everything I thought you stood for."
He reaches out to gently brush a stray tear from your cheek, his touch sending a shiver down your spine, "I know, Y/N. Believe me, I never wanted any of this," he confesses, his voice laced with regret.
You search his eyes, grappling with conflicting emotions of love, anger, and betrayal. Regardless of the hurt, you can't help but feel a flicker of hope at his words. Maybe there's still a chance to sway him, to remind him of the man you once knew - the man who would never sacrifice his principles for power.
“My Jaeyun is in there somewhere, I know he is. Why can’t he be the one to rule as King Consort and make this right?” you beg, your hands playing with the tassels of his white nightshirt.
Jaeyun’s expression is unwavering with regret and pain, “He will be, I will make sure of it.”
“But how? I cannot see him when I look at you,” you retort, lip quivering at the prospect of losing him both figuratively and physically.
“He needs you to guide him, I need you to guide me, that much was clear today,” he begins, his lips find your shoulder once again, his teeth laying claim to you. All the marks from your previous encounters have begun to fade, leaving you bare for someone else to take hold, and he refuses to let that happen.
He must fix this.
Sucking on the base of your neck, his hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further into his body, your legs now sandwiched between his, “Today, you made me see my ways, how it was wrong of me to honour a vow to one kingdom and not another. I need you by my side.” 
Being surrounded by his father and his men, their constant words or assurance that this is the right thing to do for Glengyre swayed him to believe it too. Then you put him in his place, allowing him to see how preposterous the plan was. 
He needs you.
Jaeyun kisses up to the side of your mouth, his eyes now looking desperately into yours, “Please do not go tomorrow.”
“How did you know?”
“Miss Son, she told me,” he confesses.
Your hands lay splayed on his chest as you contemplate whether to bring him closer, or push him away, “How am I meant to stand by idly while I lose you and know of your plans?” you query.
It is selfish of him to ask such a request, he knows this, but he will not lose hope on you so easily, “Trust me, please, just trust me. If not as Prince Jaeyun, as your Jaeyun.” 
His words echo in your mind, battling internally whether to fully put your faith in a man who not a few days ago swore destruction to people like yourself.
The room feels suffocatingly small as you grapple with your thoughts, his touch igniting a storm of conflicting feelings within you. His lips trailing along your skin, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in their wake, only serve to cloud your thoughts further.
But amidst the haze of uncertainty, there's a glimmer of hope - a flicker of the man you once knew, buried beneath layers of duty and obligation. You can't help but cling to that hope, to the belief that somewhere within him, the true Jaeyun still exists.
His lips softly press themselves against yours, the feeling causing stray tears to slip from your eyes. You missed him and his kiss only served as evidence of his equal longing for you.
You grip onto his nightshirt and pull him to lay on top of you, the feeling of your lover in your arms is suddenly the only thing occupying your mind. All your worries and woes are now gone, washed away from your brain as his tongue slips into your mouth and his body is pressed heavily against you.
"I missed you terribly, my love," he murmurs against your lips, his words tinged with longing, "Tell me you thought of me?"
His yearning infuses his words, coaxing the last remnants of tears to escape your eyes, "Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of you," you confess, holding him tighter, seeking solace in his embrace.
Your admission blankets him with comfort, reassured by the enduring strength of your love. Initially, when you urged him to marry Princess Mia, part of him foolishly believed it was to liberate yourselves from secrecy and not just for the good of the people, that you grew tired of sneaking around the cold castle with him. Now, as he holds you close once more, your kisses igniting need, he realises the folly of that assumption.
With his right hand, he brushes aside the strap of your nightie, allowing your tit to spill slightly from its confines. The sight of your ample flesh awakens a hunger within Jaeyun, prompting him to lean in, his teeth gently grazing the curve of your breast.
His mouth leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he descends toward your nipple, delicately taking it into his mouth. With a mixture of tenderness and fervent desire, he nibbles and flicks the nub, his tongue swirling eagerly around it. His hands firmly grip your waist, anchoring your writhing body in place.
You're consumed by a desperate longing for him, craving his love once more, unable to wait as he teases your body.
Jaeyun knows that you both usually do not have time, opting for a quick session of raw passion before retreating to your chambers. But tonight is different. Tonight, there are no constraints, no fear of interruption or pressing obligations. Tonight, he is entirely yours, dedicated to fulfilling every desire and whim that you may have. Jaeyun had made sure every servant was out of the quarters till at least dawn.
What you thought was Miss Son’s idea was founded behind Jaeyun’s generosity. 
As Jaeyun continues to lavish attention on your breast, his ministries grow more fervent, driven by the desire to reconnect with you. His lips and tongue work in tandem, igniting sparks of pleasure that course through your body like wildfire.
"Jaeyun," you moan, the sound escaping your lips in a breathless plea as his hand slips beneath your nightgown and into your panties, "I need you," you confess, your fingers tracing urgent paths up and down his back as you attempt to remove his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.
"I know, darling, I know," he murmurs, his words intermingled with kisses that caress the sensitive flesh of your erect nipple, "But tonight, I want to savour every moment with you, to show you just how much you mean to me."
His touch ignites a fire within you as two of his fingers glide along the slick surface of your arousal, drawing forth a soft purr of satisfaction from your lips. Your body hums with anticipation, aching for his touch as he guides his digits to your entrance, the sensation of them slipping inside you with effortless ease sending waves of pleasure crashing over you.
As Jaeyun's fingers delve deeper into your slick warmth, a gasp escapes your lips, your body instinctively arching into his touch. Each stroke of your walls sends ripples of pleasure coursing through you, heightening the intensity of the moment.
His lips are back on yours as he thrusts his fingers in at a fast pace, his thumb now finding your clit as he rapidly flicks it back and forth. The motion causes you to breathe into his mouth, your lover feeling as though you are injecting him with newfound life. He knew he had missed you but having you like this, surrendering to his touch only made it much more evident in his heart.
“You are so beautiful, Y/N. You are utterly captivating, a masterpiece brought to life," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. 
Despite your comparisons of yourself to Princess Mia that you made earlier, you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with his words. And to him, you are. You will always be the most breathtaking girl he will ever see; not even Aphrodite holds a candle to you, especially not as your face contorts in pleasure.
Each curl and stretch of his fingers scissors you open, making you whine in his ear as you beg him to go faster, which he obliges, his forearm veins protruding as he tenses, putting all his might into pleasuring you.
His unrelenting tempo, along with the tantalising exploration of his tongue, drives you to the edge of bliss, preparing you for the impending release that pulses inside you like a building storm. "Jaeyun, I'm cumming," you manage to exclaim, your words muffled against his lips as you exchange air and need.
"Cum, my love. Let go for me," he pleads, his voice gruff as he grinds his hardness against the fragile flesh of your thigh, looking for some type of release. Trapped in his night bottoms, the throbbing in his loins worsens with each passing second.
With a rough curl of his fingers, you surrender to the torrent of sensation that crashes over you, crying out his name as pleasure consumes you whole. Your body convulses in the throes of orgasm, your essence spilling over his hand. You only wish it was his cock.
Luckily for you, he also dreams of being inside you, the friction on his dick unbearable as he watches you heave out short breaths as your body tries to regulate itself. 
Jaeyun removes his hand from your swollen cunt, kneeling between your legs as he takes in your already spent body. But he isn’t finished with you.
Swiftly, Jaeyun sheds his clothing, the fabric falling to the floor in a whisper of motion before crawling back on top of you. He reaches for your nightgown's hem, sliding his fingertips over the shabby fabric as he tugs it up and over your head. In the dark light, your nude body is bathed in a delicate glow, a picture of ethereal beauty that makes him gasp with need.
As your bodies meld together, skin to skin, the electric current of desire arcs between you. His lips capture yours once again in a searing kiss, hands roaming over your body as he longs to feel every inch of you.
You can’t help but wonder if this will be the last time you have Jaeyun in your arms like this, so you have to make it count.
Sitting up, you feel a burst of confidence rush through you as you push him onto his back, your hands firmly grabbing his shoulders to keep him in place. The horror on his face only strengthens your urge to straddle him, a natural need propelling you forward.
His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden assertiveness, unaccustomed to you taking the lead in your lovemaking. But there's a spark of excitement in his eyes, an eagerness to yield to your touch and let you have your way with him.
Positioning yourself above him, you guide his erect cock beneath you, your core pulsating with excitement. You lower yourself onto him with tantalising slowness, the smooth heat of your sex wrapping around his length inch by inch.
As you start moving, a low sigh leaves his lips, and your hips swing back and forth, The sensation of his hardness buried deep within you sends sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins, starting a fire that threatens to engulf you both.
Jaeyun's whimpers of bliss fill the air, his hands tightening around your hips as he tries to match your relentless pace, pushing up to meet you with frantic desperation. "God, Y/N," he exclaims, his voice thick with need, "You feel incredible wrapped around me like this."
Your claws sink into his chest as you bounce with renewed zest, taking complete control. Your motions are quick and commanding, leaving him with no choice but to give in to the intense feelings racing through his body, "I've missed this," you admit, your voice heavy with desire, "missed the way you fill me up."
“You have?” he opens his eyes to see your tits bouncing up and down your chest, a sight he thought about most as he stroked his member in the shower while you were out of reach, “Do you want me to fill you up properly?” he asks in a mischievous tone, his hand pulling your head to meet his, cloaking your lips with his own.
Nodding, you mewl into his mouth as both of you groan simultaneously, the sound of skin slapping and your vocalised pleasure bouncing along the walls. It’s raw and passionate, it’s unlike any other time Jaeyun has fucked into you. It’s a memory you’ll cherish forever, especially if this was to be the last time.
“Y/N, my love, I can’t hold out much longer,” he confesses as his eyebrows scrunch together, trying to hold himself back from releasing into you until he knows you’re going to cum again.
Heeding your request, he grips your waist tight, halting your movements as he pistons into you, using all his might to bring you both to the peak. With 3 forceful thrusts, his hips stutter and legs tense as he shoots his seed into you, endless hot spurts painting your walls.
“Please cum inside me, let me feel it,” you beg between kisses, riding him so hard that your thin bed frame is on the verge of collapsing beneath you.
It feels like a dream to have his cum stuffed inside of you again, causing you to follow suit, cumming over his cock with a scream of his name, one that could surely be heard all the way to Lethamhill. 
Jaeyun proceeds to buck his hips up into you, riding out your orgasms together as you collapse on top of him. The inside of your thighs tremble from your combined pleasure, and the intensity of your lovemaking leaves you both breathless and exhausted.
As you come down, you find yourselves tangled together in a mess of limbs and sweat, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of your shared passion. And as you lie there, spent and sated in each other's arms, you only feel the love between both of you radiating through your shared pants.
Looking up at him, you see his eyes glazed with satisfaction, a lazy smile plastered on the Crown Prince’s gorgeous face. He always spoke about how you were a vision, yet he is the one with a beauty so rare it’s almost impossible to understand how he is real.
But he is and he is holding you in his arms as he slips out of you, pulling your body up to rest more comfortably on himself. 
Your mind now clearing up from the fog of sex allows you to go back to your conversation before this impromptu session with him. 
"Can you truly change the course of this plan?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper as you search his eyes for any sign of reassurance.
Jaeyun's gaze meets yours, unwavering in its intensity, "I will do whatever it takes to make things right, I will find a way to reconcile my duty with my conscience."
"I want to believe you," you admit, your voice trembling with vulnerability, "But I need more than words, Jaeyun. I need to see action, to know that you're truly committed to making amends."
Jaeyun nods solemnly, understanding the weight of your request. "I will show you, Y/N. I will prove to you that I am worthy of your trust," he vows, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your skin as if to imprint his promise upon you.
“How?”
“I have a plan, but I must detail it out first before I speak it aloud. Please, just trust me.”
_____
The castle is filled with people here to watch the wedding, the wedding you have been dreading since Jaeyun left your quarters last night. He snuck out in the early hours of the morning before the rest of the staff came home. It was a bittersweet goodbye, your bodies that were tangled with one another for hours were pried apart, possibly forever.
The final kiss he placed on your lips is all you can think about as you stand obediently with the other staff, Heeseung by your side as everyone awaits Princess Mia’s arrival. The buzz around the hall is electric yet you feel like an insect, the closer you get to the nuptials, the closer you are to being zapped in the heart.
You feel uneasy as you see Jaeyun fiddle with his ring, the one he will take from his right hand and place on his bride. The more you ponder, the more you come to the realisation that maybe you should have just left, gone home with the cloak of the wedding as your opportunity to flee. 
But Jaeyun asked you to trust him, that he will do the right thing for everyone. The trust you have does not cancel out your breaking heart, however. 
Dressed in his princely attire, Jaeyun exudes a regal air as he stands at the altar, his uniform immaculate and his demeanour poised. Every detail of his appearance seems meticulously crafted to accentuate his undeniable beauty, from the crisp white fabric adorned with intricate gold detailing to the way his dark locks are artfully styled to frame his face.
As the royal band fills the air with music, the grandeur of the moment is punctuated by the entrance of Princess Mia, a vision of grace and elegance. Jaeyun's gaze shifts to her, momentarily captivated by her presence, and you feel a pang of sadness knowing that this is the beginning of the end for you.
This was it, you were losing him before your very eyes, but you cannot be selfish. This was the right thing to do, a sacrifice you must abide by for the kingdom you love. 
Truth be told, it is easier to come to terms with marriage now that you know Jaeyun will do whatever is in his power to truly bring solace between both Glengyre and Lethamhill. Before, once Heeseung revealed the malicious plans to you, you started to wonder if giving up your love was worth it or if it was all for nothing, but now you know it will not be in vain. 
Princess Mia greets Jaeyun at the alter and curtsies, her fiance mirroring her action while you swallow the lump in your throat. There is a glint in both their eyes, while you know it isn’t love, you do question it with a pierced heart. If Jaeyun were to fall in love with her, which is not implausible considering even in the short-lived time you acted as her maid-in-waiting you witnessed how humble and gracious she is, just as Jaeyun is. They match perfectly in every way.
You fight the urge to cry as the ceremony gets underway, the Bishop beginning to unify them both together. 
The moment arrives when the officiant solemnly intones, "If anyone present knows of any reason why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace." The weight of the words hangs heavy in the air, the tension palpable as the guests hold their breath. 
Not a soul would be foolish enough to-
“We object.”
A choir of gasps fill the air as two harmonious voices speak their objection. Your eyes fall upon them as they smile at one another, letting go of their hands. 
Prince Jaeyun and Princess Mia objected to their own wedding. 
The shock reverberates through the room, eyes widen and murmurs erupt among the attendees. Not you nor Heeseung know what to do in this situation, both of you staring at Jaeyun with bewilderment, wondering what on earth he was doing.
Was this part of his grand plan?
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests of Glengyre and Lethamhill," he begins, his voice steady yet filled with conviction. "I stand before you today not only as your Prince but as a voice for justice and truth. For too long, a shadow of deceit has loomed over our kingdoms, orchestrated by none other than my own father, the King of Glengyre."
He pauses, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with a sense of urgency, "It has come to my attention that he was exploiting this marriage as a means to hold Lethamhill hostage, to seize complete control and dominate its people. This nefarious plan would only bring harm and danger to both our kingdoms, jeopardizing the lives and well-being of our citizens. The exact opposite of what he has promised you all."
Beside him, Princess Mia nods in agreement, her expression mirroring his determination, "Furthermore," Jaeyun continues, "Princess Mia has brought to my attention disturbing revelations regarding her father, King James of Lethamhill. It has been made clear to us that he seeks to exploit this union to unlawfully seize land and resources from Glengyre, with the intent of displacing our people to expand his own domain."
The outrage in his voice is palpable, his eyes flashing with defiance as he declares, "Princess Mia and I stand united in our outrage and determination to put an end to these injustices. We refuse to allow our kingdoms to be pawns in the power games of corrupt rulers. It is time for us to take a stand."
Jaeyun’s eyes flicker to you as he utters his next words.
“We will not be getting married.” 
Your knees buckle beneath you, a surge of relief and disbelief flooding through every fiber of your being. The love of your life, the one you were on the brink of losing forever, stands before you, his gaze locking with yours in a silent exchange of understanding. A small, reassuring smile graces his lips
Beside him, Princess Mia commands attention with unwavering confidence, her voice ringing out with authority, "They are not worthy to rule over our sacred lands," she declares, her words cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. Her gaze pierces through the gathered officials, her unwavering resolve a stark contrast to their shock, "Their sinister schemes amount to nothing short of treason against the kingdoms they swore to protect," she continues, her tone unwavering, "We demand their immediate dethronement and call for this wedding to be transformed into a coronation for both myself and Prince Jaeyun."
The reaction from the royal box is instantaneous, a cacophony of outraged protests and indignant exclamations filling the air. The two Kings, their faces flushed with fury, rise from their seats in a display of unbridled anger, their voices drowned out by the resounding tumult.
“You cannot do this! I am the rightful King of Glengyre,” Jaeyun’s father shouts across the room.
Jaeyun smiles mockingly to his father, “You are right, we cannot do this, not without a vote from the people of our kingdoms,” he says matter of factly.
As the commotion reaches its peak, Jaeyun and Princess Mia stand firm, their resolve unshaken by the storm of dissent around them. Together, they face the fury of the royal box with unwavering determination, their eyes locked in a silent exchange of solidarity.
Despite the chaos, Jaeyun's voice rises above the din, his words infused with unwavering conviction, "We will not allow our kingdoms to be held hostage by the greed and treachery of a few individuals," he declares, his tone ringing out with authority. "It is our duty as leaders to uphold the values of justice and integrity, to safeguard the well-being of our people above all else."
Princess Mia adds her voice to his, her words echoing his sentiments with equal fervour, "We stand united against tyranny and corruption," she proclaims, her gaze sweeping over the crowd with steely resolve, "Together, we will forge a future built on trust, compassion, and unity."
Heeseung looks to you, eyes wide as if begging for answers, yet, you cannot offer him any. You knew Jaeyun had a plan but to go out on a limb like this was not what you were expecting. Shaking your head, your eyes scan the crowd to see their reaction, each face equally as shocked as they are appalled by the Kings’ true intentions with this union.
“Please stand with us. If you wish for Princess Mia and myself to be respective leaders of our kingdoms, Say I,” Jaeyun exudes confidence in his stature but you look at his hand which is fiddling with his jacket, a telltale sign that he is nervous.
Who would not be nervous? This could end in death for both Jaeyun and Princess Mia. If they do not have the people on their side, the Kings will seek to execute them, that much is a given.
The guests in the pews whisper to one another, the discussions hushed as they consider Jaeyun’s words. Your heart races as you await the collective response from the guests. Will they stand with Jaeyun and Princess Mia, or will fear and uncertainty prevail, leaving them isolated and vulnerable to the wrath of the Kings? The air is heavy with anticipation, each second stretching into an eternity as the fate of Glengyre and Lethamhill hangs in the balance.
“I,” a voice from beside you yells out, causing you to flinch. Heeseung, the once esteemed royal guard makes the first vocalisation of agreement. It shocks you considering he was always one to worship the king, “I give my faith to a new king,” he stands forward, kneeling before Jaeyun.
His actions cause a domino effect, echoes of ‘I’ and ‘Here here’ can be heard throughout the hall, each person projecting their trust in their Prince and Princess. 
The prince looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping your trust can be stretched to this moment. 
“I,” you say, the words are lost amongst the commotion but Jaeyun sees it, the love in your eyes, the trust in him to lead the kingdom you hold dear to your heart. Although he must get the approval of all his people, you are the one he needs it from the most. Without your support, he doesn’t feel fit enough to be King.
“Guards, please see the Kings out,” he orders before turning to face the bishop, “Would you do the honours of coronating us, your grace,” he bows, showing his respect.
“Kneel before me, Your Highness,” the Bishop speaks softly.
The hall once filled with chaos and debacle is now silent, smiles and hearts full as their honourable Crown Prince is made King of Glengyre. You have never felt pride for the royal family, but you know that will all change now.
As he is crowned, a hush falls over the hall, a reverent silence that speaks volumes of the significance of this moment. Jaeyun, now King of Glengyre, rises from his kneeling position with a newfound solemnity, his eyes shining with determination and purpose. Beside him, Princess Mia also kneels, her hand clasped firmly in his as they prepare to lead their kingdoms into a new era of prosperity and unity.
The Bishop's voice carries through the hall as he recites the ancient words of coronation, his tone reverent and ceremonial. With each word spoken, the weight of responsibility settles upon Jaeyun's shoulders, a reminder of the solemn duty he has undertaken to rule justly and with compassion.
As the final words of the coronation ritual echo through the hall, Jaeyun and Princess Mia exchange a meaningful glance, their bond strengthened by the vows they have made before their people. They will do what their fathers couldn’t.
“There is to be a party to celebrate the union tonight, the entirety of the kingdoms are invited,” King Jaeyun proclaims, beaming with pride before ushering Queen Mia out of the hall.
With the commotion of happiness and celebration, you get swept up by Heeseung, swinging you around in his arms. The feeling leaves you with a sense of purpose and gratitude to both rulers of the kingdoms. They did what most would be too scared to do, a testament to their love for their citizens.
_____
The night sky above Glengyre is ablaze with the glow of a thousand lanterns, casting a warm and inviting light over the festivities below. The sound of laughter and music fills the air, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of roasted meats and spiced wines. People from all walks of life gather in the grand courtyard of the castle, their differences set aside as they come together to celebrate the dawn of a new era. Never in your years of living did you think you would ever see such a promise for the people.
Jaeyun ordered carriages and carts to bring those on the outskirts of the kingdoms to the castle, making good on his promise. He wanted everyone to be part of this victory, especially those who had suffered at the hands of his father.
Effortlessly, Jaeyun navigates through the people, garnering respect and esteem from everyone he comes into contact with. He pauses to meet and converse with both royalty and peasants, his sincere kindness and humility converting even the most cynical minds.
Barrels of liquor and wine line the perimeter, and long tables creak beneath the weight of indulgent treats, transforming the courtyard into a true feast. Musicians play lively tunes, encouraging guests to dance and revel late into the night.
You, amidst the crowd of celebrants, are witnessing a momentous occasion. You are witnessing how a kingdom ripped apart by conflict and division can come together under a banner of growth and optimism. And you see that Glengyre's future is more promising than ever when you see the happy smiles of your fellow citizens.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Jaeyun’s low voice whispers beside you as he rests his hand on the lower part of your back. Instinctively, you go to move away, scared to be seen, but he holds you in place, hand gripped tight.
Looking into his eyes, you find yourself lost in the depths of his gaze, each flicker of light reflecting his unwavering determination. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as he gently kisses your hand, a gesture that feels both intimate and surreal.
"I trust you to be a fine king," you murmur softly, sincerity lacing every word. "It already looks good on you," you add with a playful smirk, admiring his regal presence and undeniable charisma.
Jaeyun chuckles, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes as he spins around, basking in your laughter. The joyous sound fills the air, a melody that he never tires of hearing. When he finally stands before you again, his expression grows serious, his hands still clasping yours.
"You know, being a queen would look good on you," he remarks, his tone teasing yet earnest.
You scoff incredulously, unable to fathom such a notion. "Perhaps one could dream of that in another lifetime."
"Why not this one?" Jaeyun counters, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes.
Confusion clouds your features as you struggle to comprehend his meaning. Before you can protest further, he continues, his words carrying a weight that leaves you breathless.
"Well, I am a king without a queen. It does look rather pathetic, doesn’t it?" he jests lightly, his smile masking the gravity of his declaration. "But with you by my side…"
The implications of his words hit you like a bolt of lightning, leaving you reeling in disbelief. "You cannot make me queen, Jaeyun," you protest weakly, your heart fluttering erratically at the mere thought.
Jaeyun's smile softens, his gaze filled with tenderness as he squeezes your hands reassuringly. "But when I marry you, you will not have a choice."
The weight of his proclamation hangs heavy in the air, each syllable sinking into your consciousness with undeniable clarity. To marry Jaeyun is a dream beyond your wildest imaginings, a fantasy that you never dared to entertain. Yet here he stands, offering you a future that you once believed to be unattainable.
"That is preposterous, Jaeyun. You can’t marry a maid," you protest, the words tumbling from your lips in a mixture of disbelief and awe.
Shrugging, he lets go of your hands, “It is not the most scandalous thing I have done this week,” he smirks, eyebrows wiggling as you both recall the events that just happened a mere few hours ago.
Taking the ring from his right pinky finger, he holds it out to you, face serious now, "Marry me," he implores, his voice filled with earnestness, "be the queen our people need. I trust no one but you to help guide me to better serve this kingdom."
Your throat tightens with emotion, tears brimming in your eyes as you gaze at the ring before you, a symbol of love and commitment. It is a moment that takes your breath away, a choice that will shape the course of your future and the destiny of your kingdom.
As you reach out to take the ring, the weight of Jaeyun's words hangs heavy in the air. Marrying him would mean stepping into a world of royalty, a world you never imagined yourself a part of. Yet, with each passing moment, the idea becomes more alluring.
But reality crashes in, reminding you of the vast chasm that separates your worlds. "Jaeyun, you know I cannot," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with both longing and resignation, "I am but a maid, not worthy of such a title."
Jaeyun's expression softens, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, "You are worthy of so much more than you realise, Y/N," he insists, his voice gentle but unwavering, "You have already proven yourself to be a queen in every way that matters."
His words resonate within you, stirring something deep within your soul. For so long, you had resigned yourself to the confines of your station, never daring to reach for something beyond your grasp. But now, faced with the possibility of a future with Jaeyun, you find yourself daring to believe in the impossible.
Gently, he slides the ring onto your finger, and you feel a rush of warmth flood through you as if sealing a pact with destiny itself. Looking up at Jaeyun, you find yourself unable to speak, overwhelmed by the enormity of the moment.
Without a word, Jaeyun pulls you into his arms, holding you close as if to reassure you of his love and commitment. In that embrace, you feel a sense of belonging, a sense of purpose that you never thought possible.
“I love you, Y/N. I am at your mercy as your future husband and as your king.”
You smile widely, sniffling away the happiness of tears that fall from your face, “I love you, too, Jaeyun. I vow myself to you forever.”
Your husband-to-be kisses the top of your head as he pulls away, joy radiating from every atom of his being, “Let us celebrate, perhaps in the council chamber?” he teases, fingers trickling up your forearms.
With a sarcastic rolling of your eyes, you follow him. Not just for tonight, but forever.
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Hello, I was wondering if it'd be possible for you to do an enemies to lovers with Harry Potter (with smut)? I feel like since Harry's life has been focused on Voldemort, he hasn't had a lot of time to think about things like crushes, and he's only had a couple of girlfriends here and there, but he's never felt such strong feelings for someone like y/n, so he deals with them by having a disliking towards her. (maybe he has a breeding kink? 🙏🙏) Maybe she's dracos sister? I dunno, all I know is that your fanfics are beautifully written, and you are my FAV tumblr author. Thank you ❤️
hi! thank you so much for requesting! you are so so sweet, i appreciate it so much <3 i had a lotttt of fun writing this one, i hope you like it!
pairing: harry james potter x fem!slytherin!reader (18+)
summary: harry becomes infatuated with you, draco malfoy's little sister, whom he's extremely protective over. though harry's confusion when it came to you lead him to hating you for several years, he eventually sees who you truly are, and loves what he finds.
c/w: mostly angst/fluff, slow burn, some smut at the end (oral & penetrative sex with some minor breeding kink). and, of course, briefly edited, all lowercase, not exactly book/movie/canon accurate, you know me !
word count: 14.6k (i'm so sorry)
a/n: soo i kinda ran with the draco's sister plot line lol. i actually had 2 other requests that also asked for a slytherin reader, so i tried to make it all in one! i hope everyone enjoys!
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it wasn't until year 2 that harry learned draco actually had a little sister who would now be attending hogwarts with them. "how did you not know?" hermione had asked him, dumbfounded. "you've never heard someone mention [y/n] malfoy?"
harry tried to pay attention to hermione's questions, but he couldn't stop staring at you. you only vaguely looked like draco, maybe more so from certain angles, but there was something so completely different and unique about you. you carried yourself differently than draco. no constant sneer or narrowed eyes looking for trouble; instead, a soft smile, gentle touch, and nervous giggle. harry wasn't sure what to make of you. how could someone like you be related to such an evil pest like draco malfoy?
"blimey, harry, we're over here," ron whines, snapping his fingers in harry's face. harry looks back at his friends with guilt. "sorry, it's just, she doesn't seem related to draco," he says.
hermione makes a face. "i still wouldn't trust her regardless, the malfoys are nothing but evil trouble,"
harry glances back at you again, laughing with a few other first year girls waiting for the sorting hat.
it came as no surprise to anyone when you, a malfoy heir, were quickly sorted as a slytherin, their table erupting into cheers as you excitedly ran to a cheerful draco. harry remarked this as one of the first times he's seen draco actually look happy, a genuine grin plastered across his face as he gives you a big hug.
it almost feels wrong to see draco be affectionate with someone. harry's never seen someone make draco soften so much so quickly. as he's guiding you to sit next to him at the table, harry can actually hear him congratulating you. "see, i told you, nothing to worry about."
seeing him be so brotherly with you was so off putting it was almost upsetting to harry. if draco does have feelings, then why is he so awful to harry and his friends for no reason? and not just them, but to almost every student or professor? it just made no sense to him. harry hated hypocrites.
after the ceremony, harry's heading to the gryffindor common room when draco sharply cuts in front of him, standing nose to nose in the hallway.
draco looks harry up and down with a sneer. "i saw you staring at my baby sister, potter. try anything with her and you're dead."
harry's caught off guard but sneers back at draco, disgusted at his insinuation. "wasn't planning on it, draco. hermione's right, your family is nothing but trouble."
you come up behind draco, pulling on his robes softly. "draco," you say.
draco gives you one last warning look before taking you by the shoulders, guiding you away from harry. "let's go, [y/n]," he says with disgust.
as draco pulls you away, you swiftly turn over your shoulder and wave at harry with a big grin on your face. "hi, harry!" you call out excitedly before draco turns you around and walks you down the hallway quicker.
harry waves weakly. now he's really not sure what to think. draco is clearly protective of you and doesn't want you to even talk to harry. but you seem so kind and friendly, and harry can't deny how cute your smile is…
harry brushes off the situation, meeting ron and hermione at the top of the stairs where they were waiting for him. "what was that all about?" ron asked.
harry rolls his eyes. "nothing. can we just go?"
ron and hermione look at each other, a bit confused at harry's annoyance, but don't push him any further.
it's on this walk with ron and hermione that harry decides he hates you. as far as he's concerned, you're just another draco to him. he doesn't care if you seem nice, hermione's right - he can't trust you. not even for a second. not even if you look at him with those big beautiful eyes, that soft smile, your infectious giggle…no, harry hates you. and he hates draco. nothing's going to change that.
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harry actually manages to not have another interaction with you until the beginning of 4th year, though that never stopped the longing stares between you two. harry often caught you attempting to talk to him, but always figured out a way around it to avoid you completely. he wasn't scared of draco's threat; harry knew he was serious but he wasn't afraid of draco. he simply had no desire to be around you, not even for a second.
mainly because he knew you could easily win him over if you wanted to.
harry had tried to deny it for over a year before he finally admitted to himself that fine, okay, maybe he does find [y/n] extremely pretty…but that doesn't have to mean anything. he still avoided you like the plague as draco continued to torment harry and his friends like normal.
at the beginning of fourth year, however, you made it a point to find harry when he was alone and practically force him into a conversation with you. he tries to get away when he sees it's you coming up next to him in the hallway, but you grab his arm. "harry. please."
harry pauses. he hasn't really heard your voice since you were in your first year, and only barely. it was so soft and kind, and just a hint sad as you asked him to speak for a moment.
he turns to you reluctantly. he knew this wasn't going to be good. he's already a little lost just looking in your eyes, but keeps himself focused as you begin talking to him.
"you've been avoiding me for almost 3 years now, and don't try to deny it because i'm not stupid…" you say, your tone of sadness only more pronounced. harry's awkwardly diverting his gaze, watching as you both slowly become some of the only students left in the hallway. he doesn't intend on replying, instead letting silence fill the air between you.
"i know you and draco don't get along but, can't we at least be civil? i'm not like him like that," you ask, your voice slightly desperate.
harry glares at you, ripping his arm away from your lingering grasp. he was never one to get angry at someone being so kind to him without reason, but he just couldn't stand you. you confused him, you made his heart race, you made him feel crazy for disliking someone so intensely when they haven't done anything wrong, but he couldn't help it.
"draco is an evil, blood purist bully. and as far as i'm concerned, you're nothing but his little shadow. so no, we cannot be civil." harry spits at you, his voice dripping in anger.
your face drops, but he's already stomping away, his blood pumping from the adrenaline rush of simply speaking to you.
"well fuck off, then. i was just being nice."
harry turns around at your loud voice, seeing you in tears just before you turn around and run out of the hallway, a few lingering students watching and looking over at harry as well.
harry just ignores them and continues walking away. he feels guilty, of course, you really were just trying to be nice despite harry's relationship with draco, but harry can't let his guard down for even a second. he's got so many other parts of his life that require his attention and time, he can't risk getting caught up in his feelings over his enemy's sister in the middle of it all.
it was easier for both of you if harry just put that wall up right away and ignored his other feelings for you. the feelings of longing, the feeling of guilt…
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after that day, you and harry hadn't spoken to each other again. there was always looking, staring from across the room in both admiration and disdain. you found harry to be incredibly rude after that encounter and never saw him quite the same, but you couldn't help but watch him through the years as he grew into himself. and he had the same issue, only finding you more and more beautiful as time went on, from an adorable girl with the cutest laugh he's ever heard to a gorgeous woman in every sense of the word.
harry had a few crushes throughout this time at hogwarts and, ironically, even dated his best friend's sister at some point, but always found himself disinterested in all of them after a while for one reason or another. harry was constantly on edge these last few years and would practically lose himself in the situations he was in. his world would be turned upside down and he was expected to fix it every time. at that point, he just couldn't bring himself to care about a crush or even a relationship after experiencing what he's gone through.
what harry did always care about, though, was you.
not in a traditional sense, at least. he didn't necessarily want bad things to happen to you, not at all actually. he had always kept an eye on you during your years together. he didn't have any reason to, you guys were anything but friends, but harry felt a responsibility to keep you safe for some reason.
by harry's last year, draco had more or less left him alone completely. no more bullying or picking fights or spewing names, draco was now a sullen shell of who he used to be with no motivation to do anything but graduate and leave hogwarts behind.
harry couldn't blame him. he had to give it to draco, he went through a lot. though harry believed it all happened due to draco's own stupidity and selfishness that left him alone and depressed in the end, he still felt for him, if only a little bit. if not for what it did to you.
you had never given in to your family's connections to the dark lord, even when things were at their most detrimental point in the war, you stood with your fellow classmates, and, ultimately, with harry. draco couldn't say the same.
harry remembers being shocked, but not entirely sure why. he knew who you really were outside of your surname: a kind, understanding, empathetic person who brought light to people's days. but still, after all this time, there was a part of harry that still believed it might have all just been an act. he knew he was being ridiculous once he saw you turn away from your own parents and brother, not for harry, but for what was right.
since then, harry's felt different about you. rather than feeling anger or confusion whenever he saw your face or the back of your head in the hall, all he felt was happiness. he was happy to see you, happy that everything was okay now, happy that you had been genuine this whole time…though, of course, that came with the guilt of being so awful to you previously.
harry had been meaning to apologize to you and finally settle things before the end of the year. the issue was getting you away from draco.
since draco began struggling after the war, you two were practically attached at the hip. you tried everything in your power to help your brother, to be there for him, to reassure him; it killed you to see him so disappointed in everything, especially himself. harry found it sweet, of course, just how much you were willing to try for draco, but he ultimately saw it as a lost cause. if draco wanted to wallow in self-pity for knowingly being on the wrong side of the war, harry couldn't care less.
however, he cared for you, of course, so he respected your space around draco as harry knew he would only make things worse.
he was still determined to speak to you alone, so he figured out what classes you and draco had, both together and separately, and found a time where you would be alone. your last class of the day ended before draco's did, so harry waited by your classroom door until the bell rang.
once he saw you exit, talking with a friend, it took him a moment to build the courage to interrupt the conversation. but he knew he had to do this now, or else he'd never do it at all.
"[y/n]," harry said, coming up behind you and your friend. you both turned to him, your face instantly going pale. "oh," your friend had said, looking at you and harry before giving you a smirk and a simple goodbye.
you waved her off and turned back to harry, a complex look on your face. harry smiled tightly. "i was, um, wondering if we could speak, just for a moment," harry stumbles through his words, gesturing to an empty hall to your right. you take a moment to look around you, but nod at him and head around the corner to the less used hallway.
harry sighs as you turn to him, arms crossed, watching intently. "uh, look," harry says awkwardly, his hands going to his head in stress. "just, since everything that's happened, i've been thinking a lot…" harry continues, not able to look at you.
"i'm sure you have," you say softly. your voice is a mix of sincerity and sarcasm. it stings. harry can tell you're disappointed, angry, sad, and above all, completely hurt.
he chooses his next words carefully. "i'm sorry. for everything. for what happened with you and your family. for putting you through so much. for treating you how i did. i let my anger for draco and your family get in the way of my judgment." harry says softly, staring at the ground. "you didn't deserve that. none of you did. and i'll live with the guilt forever."
you're still watching harry, your weight shifting to the side, arms slowly uncrossing.
"i'm not asking you to forgive me. i just wanted to say sorry." harry sighs, sneaking a look at you before quickly looking away down the hall. your expression is unreadable. confusion, shock, sadness.
you leave a few moments of silence before replying, thinking of what you want to say to harry after all these years. you clear your throat, your hands folding together in front of you. "you should be sorry," you say simply.
harry's heart drops, but he's not surprised at your response. he knows you won't be easy to win over.
"i grew up idolizing you, harry. do you know how heartbreaking it was for you to hate me because of something i can't control?" your voice is breaking, your eyes turning away from him as well. harry doesn't move or respond. he knows he deserves to hear this.
you sigh shakily, trying to regain control. "but," you say sharply, causing harry to look towards you. your eyes were still diverted, nervously wringing your hands together. "there's no guilt to be had. you didn't do anything. you didn't choose this life. everything that happened to all of us was happening to you too." you say flatly.
you glance at harry, who's surprised at your words. "you were just a kid, harry." you tell him softly. harry's eyes threaten to tear up as he turns his head away quickly. you look back down the hall in front of you. "but so was i, and i didn't deserve that from you. so, yes, while i don't forgive you yet, i do accept your apology." you say with a suppressed smile. harry also has a small smile on his cheeks from what you can see.
another few moments of silence pass before harry sighs, relieved. "well, thank you."
the bell rings, and harry's heart drops. draco. he's going to be looking for you. he turns to the other hallway before looking back at you. "i guess i better go," he says. you smile sadly at him. "yeah. guess so." you say quietly.
harry gives you a sad smile too before leaving you behind, looking around to make sure draco wasn't close by before leaving down the hall.
harry wasn't afraid of draco. he never had been, but he certainly didn't want to see how he'd react to harry talking to his sister, even just casually. harry understands to an extent, if he had a sister he'd never let her near draco–but that's because he's draco. harry's a good guy, and he'd treat you well.
harry shakes his head at his thoughts.
what is he doing? he just wanted to apologize to you. nothing more. just because you make his heart flutter and are probably the most beautiful girl he'll ever know doesn't mean he has to like you. even though harry can't deny just how much he admired you for what you sacrificed during the war. when you turned your back to lucius and narcissa, your face stained with tears, hands in a fist, harry remembers thinking this must be what an angel looks like in real life. all of the evil in the world at your fingertips to corrupt you and you were strong enough, smart enough, to say no to it all in the face of war.
but that didn't have to mean anything, right?
right. harry could appreciate what you've done and still keep his distance with you. he apologized for his behavior, and you might've proved his suspicions about you to be wrong, but you were still a malfoy. one good, precious apple out of the entire rotten orchard isn't going to change his mind.
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the next day, harry's just splitting ways with hermione outside the library when he catches your eye from down the hall. "harry!" you call out, walking quickly in his direction.
harry turns to you, instinctively smiling before letting his face go blank. "[y/n]," he says, surprised, as you come up beside him. "what's wrong?"
you laugh a bit, giving harry a look. "what? nothing's wrong. i figured we could maybe eat lunch together."
harry's a bit stunned. he takes a look around you both. obviously you had been alone, but he was still a bit suspicious of draco's absence. you two had been practically glued together this last year or so, it was almost odd to see you without him.
"oh, sure, um…" harry says, still shocked as he continues scanning the faces around you. you laugh again, putting your hand on harry's arm as you guide him to the dining hall. "just us, don't worry. draco's sick in bed for the day."
harry's a bit relieved at your words, but gets the sense that you think harry's afraid of draco seeing you two together. he might not want it to happen for one reason or another, but he's not afraid. he just wants to be respectful. though he's not entirely sure why, as draco has never given him the same in return.
sitting down at an empty spot at the gryffindor table, you start making a plate for yourself with the plentiful food options in front of you. harry sits across from you, his heart racing thinking about everyone seeing [y/n] malfoy and harry potter spending time together. weren't they well-known enemies of the school? i thought they hated each other? what does draco think about this?
harry started eating his food along with you, a comfortable but strange silence falling over you two. he wasn't sure if he should break it by asking why you wanted to meet with him, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know why.
after a few minutes, you wipe your face with a napkin and set down your utensils. "harry, i wanted to tell you something."
really? harry's heart could only beat harder. that was the last thing he wanted to hear from you right now. he was already practically sweating from the anxiety.
harry waits patiently for you, his eyes fixed on yours. he notices just how pretty they are in comparison to your skin, hair, lips, it just all makes sense together, like someone was extensively planning a beautiful painting when it came to your features.
you seem a tad nervous before looking down at your food and continuing. "i've decided i would like to try and be friends, if you'd like that." you seem flustered, almost embarrassed to ask. "i know there's been a lot of complications since year 3 when i first asked to be civil, but…y'know, like i already let spill, i've really admired you my whole life and…"
harry has never seen you so nervous. it was totally endearing, your mannerisms, your quiet voice, like a pet wanting approval.
"and, i think i would just really love to spend some time with you. and learn how to forgive you, of course." you add on the last part with a bit of coldness. it subtly reminds harry of draco. but you flash him a smirk before taking another bite of food, and it's like draco never existed.
harry smiles warmly. just a year ago if you had asked him this he would've laughed in your face and ignored you because it angered him that you think you two could ever be friends. but harry's changed a lot since then, he sees the human in you, and he's no longer suspicious of your intentions. though his guard is still up, he's not sure it'll ever really come down, he wants to reach out to you now.
with another bite of his food as well, harry casually nods his head. "yeah, i think we could be friends."
more silence passes before you finish your plate. "well, to commemorate our newfound friendship," you say as you raise your glass to him. harry chuckles. "a toast after we've already eaten?" he asks incredulously. you roll your eyes slightly, a smile still poking at your lips. "just do it, potter."
potter. the nickname can only remind him of draco. but somehow, it feels different coming from your mouth, in your voice. it's not harsh, it's not condescending, if anything it's full of love and care. it's admirable.
harry picks up his own glass and clinks it against yours, still chuckling to himself. "to newfound friendship."
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it had been a few weeks of you and harry hanging out, and he was over the moon about it. you two had wonderful chemistry together, he'd come to learn, and your sense of humor was enthralling to him. you were always able to get a smile out of him, even sometimes just from a single look. you both enjoyed reading and would spend hours at the library together, you enjoyed going to harry's last few quidditch matches of the year to cheer him on, and harry loved helping you study for your exams. the more time you spent together, the more harry had let his guard down around you. you were really starting to grow on him. he found himself thinking about you all the time, and not in a negative way like he used to for so many years.
now, when he thought of or saw you, his heart ached with how much he truly cared about you. he thought about the night you two ended up sneaking out together simply just to talk under the moonlight, where you told him everything about your complicated relationship with your family. he told you all about his fight against voldemort, the months he spent looking for horcruxes, and what it was like being the chosen one at such a young age. he remembers how intently you watched and listened to him. he had never met someone so intrigued by his life and feelings. you were extremely empathetic to what he had gone through, and it was refreshing to harry. he remembers looking at you under the moon, and thinking you were truly the most beautiful thing in the world, inside and out.
when he thought of or saw you, he remembered the time you spent together just before christmas, exchanging presents in the solitary of his bedroom. simple, small gifts wrapped perfectly and neatly with sentimental value for both of you. he thought about the hug you gave him as you left his room, his gift still in hand, holding him for a few moments longer than you normally did. the way you'd said, "happy christmas, harry," with the softest, sweetest voice in the world.
when harry thought of or saw you, all he could think about was the care and admiration he had for you that only grew with time. at first.
then, he thought about draco.
harry always thought about draco when he was with you. not that he wanted to, he wished he could focus all his attention on you in the moment, but you were still his sister. harry was reminded each time you gave him a bit of attitude or curled your lips away from him that you were, in fact, still a malfoy, and your time spent with him wouldn't be looked at favorably by anyone in your family. most especially draco.
harry never brought up the prospect of your family unprompted. he knew it was a sensitive subject, but he also knew it would never end well with you. one way or another, by the end of the school year, harry was leaving and you couldn't follow. as much as he loved being around you and valued your budding friendship, he knew it was destined to fail from the beginning. he was everything your family hated and spent their lives working against. he was the chosen one. though he's sacrificed many aspects of his life because of this title, you will undoubtedly be his most painful.
and he certainly never brought up draco, as the idea itself made him sick to his stomach. it was bad enough you were related to him, but the fact that you spent pretty much every moment with draco when you weren't with harry made his skin crawl. he knew your relationship with him was not negotiable. you loved draco so deeply it was almost foreign to harry. the way you talked about him that night under the moon and the experiences he's had to go through did make harry empathize with him more than he had previously, but he was still full of anger and hatred for the little blonde boy who tried to make harry's school years a living hell.
he was thinking this over as he examined a framed picture of your family sitting on your nightstand. harry had been to your room quite a few times this year to hang out, and he was always intrigued by this specific picture. your parents, sitting in elegant thrones with you and draco on either side. you looked so out of place. not because of your stance or expression, but you just simply looked different. if harry had never known, he would've never guessed you were born into the malfoy family.
"that's a terrible photo," you laugh at harry as you continue working on an assignment. you had asked him to come help you, but really you just wanted his presence near you. harry knew this. once he figured out that most of your invitations to "study together" just meant you wanted to be near him for an hour or so every day, he was extremely grateful to provide his help. he didn't mind being around you at all, actually.
"it's…definitely something," harry laughs off, taking his attention away from the photo and topic in general.
harry sits beside you on the bed, your back on your pillows as he sits with his feet on the ground. harry's just about to bring up something when you lean towards him, holding your book in your lap. "hey, can you explain this to me?" you ask, still looking down at your assignment on the other page. "i've read this like 10 times and i still don't get it," you point out a paragraph for harry as you scoot closer to him.
harry leans in, closer than he's ever been with you, and reads the passage to himself quietly. as he's reading, he can see you shifting nervously beside him. your hands were delicately holding the book open for him, still resting on your legs, his head just below yours.
"oh, uh, i think it's talking about…" harry starts off, trying to reread the difficult wording of the section. "bloody hell," he mumbles, frustrated, reaching for the book himself to get a better look at the paragraph. you chuckle breathily, and it hits the back of harry's neck. he immediately gets chills.
he looks up towards you, and your face is nearly touching his. he would've moved away sooner but he'd be damned if he didn't take this opportunity to truly appreciate just how deeply beautiful your eyes were right now.
not a moment later, your door opens from behind harry, and he doesn't even have to look to know who it is.
you both turn slowly to see draco standing in the doorway, his eyes flashing between you and harry sitting so closely on your bed. "dray," you gasp, standing up from beside harry.
harry's frozen. the look on draco's face is one of shock and disappointment. his lips curled down tightly, a familiar darkness growing in his eyes as he focuses on harry sitting on his sister's bed.
"so. i was right. you have been avoiding me." draco says towards you as he continues to glare at harry. harry stands with you, anger slowly growing inside of him for the situation at hand. this is the last way he wanted draco to find out you two were friends.
"dray, he was just helping–""i don't wanna hear it, [y/n]." draco interrupts you. this only pisses harry off more as his jaw clenches tightly.
a moment of silence passes briefly before draco speaks again. "i told you to stay away from him, did i somehow not make that clear?" draco's eyes divert to you, his stare even colder looking at you. you're stumbling looking for your words, but harry's anger gets the best of him in the moment.
"she can make her own decisions, malfoy."
draco's eyes snap back to harry, his fists balling up at his sides. your hand instinctively goes in front of harry as you step towards draco. "it would be wise of you to shut your bloody mouth now, potter. you were the one all over my baby sister in her bed just a moment ago." draco's words are leaking with rage, taking steps closer towards harry.
"dray, stop it," you warn him, now standing between him and harry.
"[y/n], you can't be fucking serious right now. you've loathed him for years. we both have. what are you doing? have you lost your mind? i'm genuinely asking," draco is dumbfounded at his sister's actions, scanning you up and down.
"that's not even true, draco, and you know that." you tell him in a cracking voice, tears stinging your eyes. harry wants nothing more than to save you from the heartache you're experiencing in this moment. part of him wants to hurt draco for making you cry. but, inside, harry knows you would want to handle this by yourself. anything he did to hurt draco was inadvertently hurting you as well.
"harry has been nothing but a good friend to me this semester. he's even helped me pass my exams. don't do this to me right now," you tell draco slowly, tears still threatening to fall.
draco rolls his eyes at your last statement. "oh, do what? try and keep you safe? you're being utterly ridiculous right now, [y/n], and you and i both know it."
harry can sense there's something he's missing here. you and draco keep referencing something you both understand that harry doesn't seem to.
you're clearly frustrated as the first few tears start to fall down your cheeks. "i know what i'm doing, dray. please, don't you trust me?" you ask desperately, your voice shaking.
draco softens watching you fall apart in front of him. his eyes aren't as dark, his fists come undone, and he sighs as he breaks his stare at you.
"of course i do." he states simply, his voice now more solemn than angry.
"then trust me when i say i trust harry," you say. draco winces at your statement. "i know there's complicated feelings there but i love you, dray, and i want to be honest about who i'm spending my time with," you level with draco, taking a step towards him.
he glances towards harry, a look of disdain still lingering in his eyes, but looks at you with an apologetic look. "you should've been honest from the beginning," he insists.
you sigh. "i know. i'm sorry. i felt terrible lying to you. you have to understand it was killing me, dray…" your voice breaks again as you try to compose yourself. "but you know how i've felt for a long time."
harry can't decipher the tone in your last statement, but you say it so convincingly he breaks his stare from draco to look down at you, tear-stained cheeks and, still, your eyes are so beautiful to harry. he looks back at draco, who's watching him in disgust before looking back at you lovingly.
draco's analyzing your expression as his body relaxes. he sighs again, bringing you in for a hug.
harry steps to the side awkwardly as you and draco hug for a moment. you're still sniffling by the time he pulls away, wiping your cheeks with a gentle thumb. harry watches closely. it's so strange to see draco this soft in his presence. not even harry could get in the way of draco's clear dedication to you as more than a brother, but as a protector.
for a moment, harry saw a side of draco he knew existed but never fully realized was so strong.
"i know, [y/n/n]. it's okay. i'm sorry." draco tells you softly, his hands still holding your cheeks. you smile, tearfully, putting your hands on his before holding them in front of you. draco takes them back, fixing his shirt before looking at harry with a blank expression.
harry stays quiet. there's a lot he wants to say, but he waits for draco to break the silence.
"as for you, potter…" draco says, his voice less angry than before but still contained. harry looks at him expectedly. he's easily taller than draco now, and practices for quidditch way more than draco does anymore, so harry definitely has some muscle on him. if he were to ever try anything, harry wasn't afraid.
draco takes a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. "while my beautiful sister is putting it lightly, my feelings towards you are more than complicated," he spits out, the anger seeping through before he breaks his stare and controls himself. "but," he says, a softness in his voice.
"she's a smart girl, and i trust that she's not making a mistake spending her time with you." draco looks at you with a hint of a smile before looking back at harry with a stoic expression. "and while i may not like it, we're adults now, and i'm no longer a threat to you," draco says simply before his face sours. "unless you so much as upset her just once, i swear to merlin potter–""draco." you interrupt his rage harshly, your eyes cold as ice as you caught his gaze.
harry smirks, but wipes it away so as to not make the situation worse. draco lets out an annoyed huff before apologizing to you curtly.
"well, best be on my way then, don't want to interrupt you two," draco says with a sneer, turning to the door. "i'll still see you for dinner tonight, right?" you ask eagerly, following and opening the door for draco. he nods. "of course," he says simply, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss on top of your head. with another dirty look at harry, draco turns and leaves silently.
you close the door with a shaky sigh, and harry's immediately coming to your side to comfort you. "[y/n], i'm so sorry that happened how it did. i never wanted to cause issues with you and draco," he explains, his hand instinctively reaching for your back to rub it comfortingly.
you're still collecting yourself, facing the door, turned away from harry as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. "it's okay," you say in a broken voice.
harry's heart aches at the sound. all he wants is to comfort you, hold you close, tell you it's okay to cry with him…
but he doesn't, because he knows he shouldn't.
"it's not okay, look how upset you are," harry says, bending down slightly to your height. "look, i wouldn't be upset if you told me you didn't want to see me anymore. your relationship with draco is important to you, and the last thing i want to do is complicate it," harry tells you softly.
you snap your head at him with a concerned look, eyes red from crying. "wh-what? no, i…don't say that," you stutter over yourself. you take a step towards harry, only a few inches apart at this point.
"harry, i want you in my life. even if draco didn't understand i would still…" you trail off, your eyes starting to water again as you blink the tears away. "i want you, harry," you say, your voice trembling with fear.
harry's mind is spinning hearing you say this. he's looking down at you, so close to him, so vulnerable, willing to lose what's closest to you just for him. you're so beautiful, so full of light, and so much more complex than he ever imagined. he's never felt so many feelings about one person so intensely all at once.
the only thing he knows, the only thing he can rely on, is that he wants you too.
harry's lost in your eyes for several seconds before he can respond. "i want you in my life, too," he says just above a whisper.
you smile, still a bit sad, but you seem fulfilled with his answer. stepping back and towards your bed, still wiping your eyes, you chuckle half-heartedly to yourself. "didn't think you'd see me cry so easily," you say, a little embarrassed as you shake your head. "i tried to fight it, but…" you continued laughing to yourself.
harry followed you, still giving you your space. he watched as you sat down on your bed with a sigh, your body still shaking from the rush. "it's okay to cry," he says, holding himself back from what he really wants to say. "i'm just sorry it happened this way,"
you give harry a half smile before looking away nervously. "he was going to figure it out soon, anyways. i've been spending more and more time 'studying with the girls' than i ever have, and he was getting suspicious," you tell him, shaking your head again.
harry chuckles to himself. he found it sweet that you made excuses to spend time with him, even if it meant sacrificing time with draco. he felt special, he couldn't lie. "so, i'm one of the girls now?" harry teases, crossing his arms with a smirk. you roll your eyes, holding in a giggle. "shut up," you whine, your cheeks going red. "it was the only thing i could come up with, okay?"
"no, no, it's funny," harry says with a shrug. you still give him a look, but reach for your textbook you left at the end of the bed. "whatever. can you just help me now?" you ask, still holding back a laugh with a suppressed smile.
harry just laughs and agrees, joining  the bed next to you as he attempts to help you with the assignment. soon it was like draco was never there, and you were back to laughing, joking, sitting in comfortable silence together until you had to leave for dinner.
with a quick hug and a lingering goodbye, you separated down the hall from each other. harry thought about you the entire way to his room, and for the rest of the night by himself.  it's not like harry never thought about you, of course, he certainly did more than he thought he should, but tonight was just different. he thought about what you said to draco, how you defended him so quickly, how you put yourself on the line to ask for draco's trust in that moment. it was like watching you turn your back on your family all over again.
harry had to admit he felt guilty. he's really grown to care about you since getting closer with you, and he hates to think he's constantly going to get in the way of your relationship with your family like he has already. just by being his friend you're already putting so much at risk, he'd hate to think about what would happen if things ever went further…
harry really has stop having these thoughts about you. he's just your friend, and he doesn't even know how he feels about you. sure, his feelings aren't complicated with anger or hatred anymore, but if anything they're even more confusing now. harry knew this would happen, that's why he built that wall between you and him in the first place. some part of him just knew one day you would be trouble.
but now, on the other side of that wall, harry was ready for the trouble. he was going to take it head on.
he didn't care what draco thought, or your parents, or anyone else, not even himself. all he cared about was that you made him happy, and he seemed to have the same affect on you. as long as harry focused on that, the rest was just noise.
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a few months later the snow was melting, the school year was wrapping up, and you and harry were still going strong. as friends, anyway.
things became a lot more natural between you and harry after draco walked in on you two that day. you no longer felt the need to hide your time spent with harry. you were bringing him everywhere and he was doing the same with you. you got along perfectly with ron and hermione despite their hesitations at first, even becoming especially close to hermione with all of your similar interests and beliefs.
harry eventually met your friends too and got along with them just as well. soon you were together pretty much every day studying with friends, playing quidditch for fun, or going to diagon alley to window shop. harry more than enjoyed his time spent with you, and felt empty on the days he couldn't manage to see you for even a moment. you were so full of light you just made everything better, and harry couldn't get enough of it.
in fact, it was over this time that harry started to figure out that maybe what he was feeling towards you was more than just complicated guilt. maybe he didn't just really care about you, or find you really pretty, or really wanted to hold you when you were sad or scared; maybe, just maybe, he was starting to really like the malfoy sister.
this came as no surprise to him once he figured it out, really. since the literal first minute he saw you at just 12 years old he knew you were special. he was mesmerized from the moment you entered his life. even through every crush and short-lived girlfriend he's had these past few years, you were always more interesting to him.
it took a long time for harry to come around to his own feelings and emotions. he's simply never had the time to truly work out why he feels what he feels, or what causes certain sensations in his body. all he knew was that your eyes made his heart ache in a way that nobody else's did. not because he hates you, but, really, quite the opposite, actually.
even if he came to terms with his growing feelings for you, he tried to not let them get in the way of your friendship together. you were constantly thanking harry for dedicating his time to you, for spending long nights just talking with you, for helping you in every way he possibly could. he knew how much you valued your friendship with him, and so did he, so he pushed those other feelings to the side and tried to keep things friendly between you two.
however, it was getting to a point where harry could barely spend more than a few minutes thinking about anything outside of you. he brought you up constantly when you weren't around, everything reminded him of you, his entire mind was stained with you and it was starting to have an effect. ron and hermione had teased him for being so lovesick for a malfoy, which he shrugged off. he knew you were different, you weren't just a malfoy, you were entirely your own. he'd never met someone like you, you made him feel things he didn't even know were possible.
soon harry knew his feelings would grow to the point that they would begin interfering with how he acted with you. you already made him nervous just by being so pretty and comfortable around him, constantly making jokes and teasing him in a friendly way that just made harry feel so giddy inside. he knew soon his thoughts of you would start to get in the way of how he looked at you, how he talked to you, and it scared him. harry couldn't lose you now, you'd very quickly become an important part of his life that made him feel complete. his silly crush could never matter as much as his friendship with you.
there was a dinner being held for the last year students this weekend, and harry was trying to figure out a casual way to ask you to go with him so it felt friendly. he didn't want to be too casual and make you think he was asking as a last minute effort, but he also didn't want to be too formal and make you think he'd been thinking about this date for months. which, in reality, he had, and it was stressing him out.
harry finally figured he would just ask you like he'd ask you to do anything else with him, but he also wanted to wait for the right moment. however, he was running out of time, and you had been unexpectedly busy this past week so he's barely seen you. it's only a few days until then, and he still hasn't even found a formal outfit to wear, because he might not even go if you're not beside him.
luckily, harry had planned a time to meet with you tonight to 'study', which, again,  usually involved you two sitting with open books as you chat about everything except class.
harry was on his way to the slytherin common room, a pep in his step as he tried to encourage himself to ask you without fear of rejection or judgment. it's just you, he knows you'll be kind either way, but he really wants you to say yes and he's not sure how he'll react to any other answer.
upon entering, you're already sitting and waiting for him on the sofa. slumped into the curve of the cushions, your nose buried in a book as your head is held up with a throw pillow. harry thinks you look so precious, all curled up with a book, it's tough for him to break you out of your daze.
but harry clears his throat, and you jump a little before smiling at him. "harryyy," you call out, closing your book as you throw your arms up for a hug.
harry comes over and leans down to give you a half hug. he doesn't realize just how much he's missed you until he catches a whiff of your perfume, and he's practically melting over you once again. everything about you intoxicates him.
"i've missed you, [y/n]," harry says before letting go. he sits across from you on the sofa, setting his bag down on the ground beside his feet. "i've missed you too, sorry things got so crazy," you laugh.
harry waves his hand at you. "don't worry about it. i'm just glad you were free tonight," he says, admiring you in the light of the fireplace. you just get more beautiful with time. something about you tonight is different, maybe it's your hair, maybe it's your comfy clothes, but harry's completely captivated by you in this moment.
you catch up with each other briefly, with harry mostly happily listening to you describe all the time you've spent with friends recently and the projects you've been working on for classes. he loves to listen to you tell stories, he just finds you so funny and endearing and could listen to you laugh all day if you'd let him.
after a while, harry builds the courage to bring up the dinner this weekend. he's just about to open his mouth when someone comes down the stairs into the common room.
draco, of course.
his icy stare lands on harry, and his face naturally twists in disgust. he looks at you, and the disgust drops to a neutral expressions. "[y/n]. potter." he says simply.
"hey, dray, where are you off to?" you ask, your eyes gesturing to his bag. draco shrugs, his eyes returning to harry with disdain. "just going out for a bit. need new shoes for  dinner this saturday." he says, making his way to the door as he adjusts his over-the-shoulder bag.
"oh, shit, i forgot that's this weekend. do you have your suit?" you ask, your face dropping in concern. "i've got it. i'll see you later, okay?" draco says curtly as he opens the door. "okay," you say with a smile, waving as he leaves.
harry was suddenly hit with a realization he hadn't thought of before. of course. he felt so stupid not even considering it. what if you were already going with draco? he's your brother, and practically your best friend, of course you'd have to go with him.
harry tried not to think about draco much anymore, so it must've slipped his mind. he's seen him a few times since that day in your room when he found out you two were friends. mostly in passing, like what just happened, or in an awkward exchange as you went from hanging out with draco to spending time with harry like some strange divorced parent agreement.
other than that, draco was just your brother to harry, and though you brought him up a number of times, he was mostly a topic to avoid. so, harry forgot, and now he's even more nervous to ask you if you'd rather go to dinner with him this weekend.
"it's crazy draco's going to his last year dinner already…" you interrupt harry's thoughts, your voice trailing off. harry looks at you, and you're lost in thought. you look at him and smirk, reaching to push his shoulder. "and so are you! damn, you're old," you joke, trying to hide your laugh.
harry rolls his eyes, but you manage to get a laugh out of him. "have you asked someone yet? draco's taking that greengrass girl i believe, or at least he wanted to if he hasn't already chickened out," you say, still laughing.
harry can breathe a sigh of relief. he's not sure what he would've done if you were already going with draco. he had been trying to plan the perfect night since christmas.
"uh, actually, since you've already asked, i was hoping that you'd maybe like to join me?" harry asks, his eyes nervously shifting away from yours.
"oh," you say, clearly taken aback. harry's gaze meet yours again, and he's instantly sweating at your reaction. "unless, y'know, you don't want to, or…i'm sure someone's asked you already," harry interjects, trying to laugh it off entirely.
you're watching harry closely, your cheeks slowly turning red. "um, no, actually, no one's asked, and…i would love to go with you, i just…" you trail off again, your eyes still wide with surprise.
harry prepares himself for rejection. he knows there's a number of reasons you'd say no, and draco's at the top of the list.
"frankly, i have nothing to wear," you say, a bit embarrassed as your blush only deepens. harry breathes yet another sigh of relief. you always manage to put him through so many emotions and you don't even realize it.
"you could be wearing a paper bag and i'd just be glad you're standing next to me," harry tells you with a laugh. you drop your head, clearly flustered.
when you look up at harry, you have a shy smile pinching your cheeks. he thinks you look so adorable, knees to your chest, completely flushed, giggling like a nervous school girl. "well, then, i'd love to go with you, harry. but no paper bag. maybe after dinner." you tease him.
harry laughs with you, but part of him wonders if you're flirting with him a bit.
the rest of the night was spent joking, laughing, and enjoying the warmth of the fire together. before harry left, you thanked him for asking you, even if it was such short notice you'd have to spend all day shopping tomorrow. "don't feel pressured, i'm sure you'd look beautiful in whatever you already have," harry had told you, eager to get a blush out of you again.
when you did, harry smiled proudly and gave you a warm hug goodbye. he was practically skipping back to his room to tell ron he'd finally asked you, and that you'd actually said yes. ron was happy for harry, teasing him for taking so long, but nothing could bring harry down. even if he just meant it as being friendly, as he's sure you did as well, this was still a date in his mind.
and, shit, he still needed an outfit.
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the night of the dinner, harry waited patiently outside the dining hall doors with his gift for you in hand. there was a soft mumbling coming from the dining hall as people began gathering, speaking to each other, and listening to the small band playing instrumental music. however, all harry can hear is his blood pumping through his ears as he nervously waits to see you for the first time tonight.
harry went for a simple suit, all black, nothing too showy or special as he wasn't sure what you were wearing. he actually hadn't been able to speak with you since the night he asked you to come with him, only agreeing to meet you right here just before he'd left the slytherin common room. his heart was pounding, and he felt like a young teen again, waiting for his crush to come around the corner. but he wasn't a kid anymore, and you were so much more than just a first year crush. you were everything.
harry hears someone walking up behind him, and as he turns, he's instantly drawn to you. walking arm in arm with draco, also dressed in all black, you're wearing a dark green dress that fits you perfectly, hugging your waist and hips like it was tailor fit. it's floor-length, with an off-the-shoulder neckline, and your hair is twisted up into a curly, elegant bun, with multiple curls hanging out for a casual look.
your outfit and hair are nothing, however, in comparison to just how beautiful your smile is.
harry's absolutely captivated by you. he knew you'd look beautiful, like he said, you could make a paper bag work, but he didn't think it was possible for a single person to be so striking. he was sure he looked like a complete fool, jaw slack open as he stared into your beautiful eyes from down the hall, but he truly couldn't help himself. you were everything.
"[y/n]," he manages to say once you're closer. "you look incredible," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. you smile, turning towards draco with a growing blush.
harry looks at draco, who's already staring at him with a tight jaw and narrowed eyes.
"draco," harry greets him, trying to be courteous. "potter," draco spits out, seeing through him.
you slightly roll your eyes, motioning for draco to go into the dining hall without you. "i'm sure daphne's waiting for you," you tease him with a smirk, pushing him along. draco gives harry a dirty look the entire time he passes him, and even until he's left the hall.
harry can't bring himself to care. all he can think about right now is you.
he's so mesmerized by you he forgets he has something in his hands, nearly dropping the slim box before gripping it tightly again, clearing his throat to break his focus.
"what's that?" you ask, looking at the simple black box in harry's grasp. harry can hear the smirk in your voice, knowing it's for you.
"i-i don't know, guess you'll have to open it to see," he says, handing it over to you. you scoff at him, still smirking as you accept the gift.
upon opening it, you gasp. a beautiful necklace with green gemstones that match your dress perfectly. "harry…" you gasped, staring at the jewelry in your hands. "it's beautiful…and, my dress, how did you know?" you ask in disbelief. harry just chuckles. "you have green everything, my little slytherin," he reminds you.
you blush again, handing harry the necklace. "put it on me?" you ask, turning around and holding up the curls that might be in his way.
harry nervously unclasped the necklace and put it on you, taking extra care to let his hands graze across the skin of your neck more times than what was necessary.
as you turn around, harry's heart races. it's perfect. it matches your dress, it looks amazing on your skin, and it pulls your entire look together. it draws the perfect amount of attention to your beautiful shoulders and collarbones. harry was extra proud of himself for this one.
looking down at it, you touch the necklace carefully, admiring it. "i spent forever looking for a necklace for tonight, and i couldn't find one i liked, but…it's perfect, harry, thank you," you say, throwing your hands around harry's neck as you embrace him tightly. harry smiles, his heart still racing as he pulls you in close. "thank you for coming with me tonight. i didn't want to come at all if it wasn't with you." he tells you, placing a soft kiss on your head just in front of your curly bun. you give him a shy smile before pulling him to the dining room.
it was an incredible night together. ron and hermione had quickly found you both, and hermione was gushing over how good you looked the entire time. ron was watching her with so much love in his eyes it made harry a little sick, but he was happy for his friends. he gave ron a knowing look, which ron just shook his head at and escorted himself and hermione away to get drinks.
as you and harry made your rounds around the room, meeting up with friends and stopping to say hello to professors, harry noticed just how many people were watching you and whispering amongst themselves. you two had spent plenty of time together this year, so it wasn't necessarily a shock to see the boy who lived hanging out with the malfoy sister anymore, but people were seemingly still stunned by the fact that you came with him tonight, and that you looked as good as you did.
after a while of mingling, harry caught draco's stare from across the room. his arm was entwined with his date's, but his full attention was on you and harry. he rolled his eyes at harry and walked away, pulling his date with him. harry shrugged him off and his attention turned back to you.
beautiful, perfect, effortless you.
your arm was wrapped around his in the same way, as it had been all night. harry expected himself to be incredibly nervous and awkward tonight seeing you so dolled up to be his date, as a friend, of course. but he was surprised at how natural everything felt with you. it always had, nothing ever felt forced between you two, conversation and smiles seemed to just flow naturally without either of you trying. it just made sense to harry, being with you, holding you close to him, being together in front of everyone. it was all he'd wanted for so long.
sitting down to eat dinner, you quickly made conversation with hermione and ron as harry took the seat to your left, admiring you as you laughed with hermione over something he hadn't heard. you just looked so beautiful tonight under these candlelights, in the necklace harry picked out for you, the jewels falling just above the curve of your breasts spilling from your dark dress.
as you leaned forward to whisper something to hermione, harry got the perfect view of your chest from his seat, his eyes lingering for a moment too long before ron noticed and started snickering at him.
harry gave ron a look, kicking his foot under the table.
once dinner is served, the hall quiets as everyone enjoys their plates and drinks. some small talk is shared between bites, multiple glasses are drunk amongst you, ron, harry, and hermione, and the laughter continues throughout dinner.
before dessert comes, you and hermione take a short trip to the bathroom, leaving harry with ron. they laugh once they're alone, out of habit.
"i know i give you a hard time, but really, harry, i think [y/n]'s good for you. i haven't seen you this smitten in a long time, not since you dated my sister," ron teases, taking a sip of his drink as he chuckles to himself.
harry gives him a look, but can't help the smile growing on his face. "thanks, ron. but we're just here as friends. not like you and hermione," harry tries to turn the teasing back to ron, cocking his eyebrow with a knowing smile.
ron rolls his eyes. "please, at least i can say she's my girlfriend. you don't wanna be friends with [y/n] and you know it," ron responds, not giving in.
harry stays quiet.
as you and hermione return, giggling from across the table, you put a hand on harry's neck down to his shoulder to steady yourself as you sat in your dress.
harry got the shivers, but gave you a friendly smile as you met his eyes. you took back your hand, smiling at him in return.
while eating dessert, harry can feel draco staring at him again from somewhere in the room, but he can't bring himself to care enough to find his gaze. if draco wants to watch harry enjoy his date with draco's beautiful sister, he can spend all night watching for all that harry cares.
harry's thoughts are interrupted as he hears you let out a soft moan beside him. your spoon is left in your mouth as you pull it out slowly, your eyes closed delicately. harry watches discreetly, not wanting to draw ron and hermione's attention from their own conversation, but he's enamored with the way you let the spoon leave your lips, enjoying the dessert in front of you.
"so yummy," you say happily, your eyes rolling over to harry. he turns to look at you fully with a chuckle. "yes, very yummy," he teases you.
you narrow your eyes at him. "you're yummy," you tell him, laughing. harry's stunned before you continue. "i didn't even get to tell you, but you do look really good tonight, harry. you clean up well." you say softly, your words just for him.
harry's still a bit stunned, but tried to not let his nerves get in the way. "well, thank you, [y/n]. and, i never got to tell you as much as i should have tonight, but, you just…amaze me with how stunning you are," harry sighs, not caring how lovesick he looks as he continues to admire you, a true work of art sitting right beside him.
you chuckle, taking your bottom lip in your mouth. harry memorizes every detail of you, never wanting to forget how lucky he is to have you beside him  tonight.
"thank you, harry. it was a bit difficult for me, all this, just reminds me of home…" you say, gesturing to the grand dinner party going on around you. harry gives you a sympathetic look and a reassuring hand on your knee. you look at him, your eyes sending more shivers down harry's spine.
"we can leave whenever you're ready," harry tells you with a soft smile and lingering gaze. "you just say the word and we'll go 'study' in pajamas," he's only half joking.
you laugh at him again, but harry believes it's full of love. "there's nowhere i'd rather be," you assure him, putting your own hand on his knee.
harry blushes like crazy at the contact, but just laughs you off again.
after dessert the band starts playing more upbeat music, and the floor is cleared towards the front of the room for people to dance. you pull harry to the floor, along with a number of other couples, and start dancing with him. harry's not a very skilled dancer, so he just follows your lead and has fun moving around with you randomly, letting himself be free as the music and other people dancing relaxes his nerves.
after a while of dancing separately, you grab harry's hand and begin dancing closer to him, still laughing and smiling as you twirl yourself around, making him laugh as well. harry starts playfully moving with you, bringing you closer to him and further away, again and again until you're a giggling mess in his arms, practically falling all over him.
just as harry's enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, draco comes out of nowhere just beside him. "[y/n]," he snaps, trying to contain himself.
you look at draco, your smile fading at his irritated expression. "i'm leaving, just thought you should know." his words bitter, examining you entwined in harry's arms.
"draco," you start to say, but he's already making his way around you to the back door. you try to go after him instinctually, but harry pulls you back. "stay here, i'll talk to him," he says, surprising both you and himself as you turn to look at him. hermione comes up beside harry, watching the interaction from afar.
"harry…" you warn him. but harry gives you a reassuring squeeze of the hand, already heading for the door himself. "trust me?" he says, letting you go and turning away as hermione grabs your hand instead and begins asking what happened.
as harry enters the hallway, he sees draco's turned back heading away from the dining hall.
"draco," harry calls out, causing draco to stop in his tracks.
he turns to harry, an odd look on his face before he scoffs. "did she really send you to try and talk to me, or are you just dumber than i originally thought?" draco responds, shoving his hand in his pocket.
"no, i came to talk to you. i'm tired of this, draco. can't you just let [y/n] and i be friends?" harry asks, trying to contain his own anger.
draco only rolls his eyes harder, making his way towards harry with an angry step. "oh, please, potter, you're not fooling anyone. and, frankly, neither is she anymore." draco retorts, stopping a few feet away from harry with a nod to the dining hall doors.
harry's confused at his statement, and draco can tell just from the look on his face, which only makes him angrier. "you're clearly shagging my sister. and to top it all off, you made her your little date for the night in front of everyone here. and, honestly, you should be kissing the ground i walk on for letting you even so much as look at her, you fucking pig." draco's words are dripping venom, clearly having the words ready to spew in harry's face.
harry is dumbfounded, and actually outwardly laughs at draco's statement. draco takes another step towards harry, visibly turning red with anger. "don't make me fucking kill you, i'd hate to hurt my sister's feelings like that." 
harry just continues to chuckle, his arms crossing. "well, as flattered as i am that you think she'd shag me, we're just friends. really." harry informs him, a smirk on his face.
draco looks at him confused, his expression falling for only a moment before returning. "well then, you still clearly like her. and you're not very good at hiding it, either." he says, his voice faltering as he steps back.
harry can't disagree with him there. as much as he hates draco, he's not going to lie to him and say he doesn't have feelings for his sister when he knows he does. it's just not right.
"and so what if i do, huh? it's our last month of classes, malfoy. after this you'll never hear her talk about me again. is that what you want? because that's what's going to happen." harry says, his anger seeping through again as he admits what he believes to be true.
draco is in even more disbelief than before. he just looks at harry like he's joking. "are you being serious or are you trying to fuck with me?" he asks, examining harry from head to toe.
harry's even more confused. "what?"
draco turns away, chuckling to himself in both disbelief and anger. "i was right, you are dumber than i thought," he starts out, giving harry a look before turning away again. harry's hands ball into fists before he releases them, letting out an angry huff.
"[y/n]'s clearly all over you, spending all her time with you, you're all she ever bloody talks about anymore, fucking hell i thought you were shagging her, for god's sake," draco rants, his back still turned to harry. "she's been obsessed with you since we were kids. all she ever asked me, 'what's harry like, draco? is harry potter really that brave, draco?' blah blah blah," draco mocks you in a high pitched voice.
"and just when i thought she had found some sense in her and loathed you along with me for a few years, you trapped her again with your fucking namesake and…god knows what else she sees in you," draco sneers back at harry, turning to him once again.
"so yeah, excuse me while i watch my baby sister, my only solace in this lifetime, practically throw herself all over you at this pathetic party," draco gestures back to the room, his eyes cold as ice as he continues staring through harry.
harry's stunned by draco's outburst, but is more stunned that he thinks you may like harry back.
they stand there for a moment, examining each other, draco breathing heavily and unevenly as he tries to regain his composure.
harry's not sure exactly what he should say to him in this moment, so he just speaks the truth, the only thing he knows. "i care about [y/n], draco,"
draco rolls his eyes for another time. "no, really, draco. i do, and i have this whole time. i don't know if she feels the same, but, quite honestly, i don't care. all i know is that she makes me happy, and i hope i can do the same for her. that's all." harry tells draco, his eyes searching for a response.
draco just watches harry for a moment, his expression unreadable as he finds the words to respond.
he sighs, his body language completely shifting as he turns away from harry, his hand covering his face in distress. "you're an idiot if you think she doesn't. she turned her back on us, on me, because she was fighting for you. she was never like my parents." draco says softly, his anger fading.
"she was fighting for what was right." harry reminds him, making draco laugh sarcastically as he moves on.
"you know, she's the only thing i care about. the only person i not only tolerate, but actually love." draco says even softer before turning to scowl at harry again. "when she chose you that day, i wasn't surprised. i wasn't even mad. [y/n]'s always been that way. it's part of the reason why i keep her so close to me." draco's words are the nicest they've been directed at harry all night.
"now i know you wouldn't understand family love, potter," draco smirks, causing harry to bite his tongue. "but that girl is everything to me. when she trusts you, when she believes in you, when she turned her back to me in hopes i could see what she sees in you…" draco trails off a bit before turning away again.
"i know she's right."
harry's more than shocked at draco's words. he can barely process his sentiment before draco continues talking, making his way down the hall.
"so, again, i may not like it, but i'll try to be civil. if you, just, please, potter," draco turns one last time, a slight smirk on his face. "for my sake. just ask the damn girl on a date so she'll shut the hell up about it."
with that, draco's gone and around the corner, out of harry's sight.
harry's left alone with his thoughts, the muffled music from the dining hall filling the air around him.
he can hardly comprehend what draco's just told him, both about you and about his belief in harry. but mostly when it comes to you.
you. alone in the dining hall.
just as harry turns, you're opening the door, your sweet face twisted with worry as you search the halls behind him. "where's draco?" you ask urgently, making your way out of the doorway as it closes behind you.
harry's hands go to your shoulders, and you look at him. he smiles down at you, his mind spinning as he examines your beautiful face still pointed with concern.
"he's fine. we talked."
you give harry another shocked look like earlier, your mouth slightly open. "you and draco?" you ask in disbelief.
harry just chuckles at you, looking you up and down again to fully appreciate just how good you looked in front of him. "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" harry asks, his eyes still wandering. knowing you seem to like him as well, harry takes this opportunity to test the waters with you.
you instantly blush, but you give harry a knowing look. "yes, harry. now, what did you talk about?" you ask suspiciously.
harry, again, just chuckles, pulling you to his side as he turns to the hall. "let's get out of here, hm?" he asks, already leading you away.
"oh, but, hermione and ron?" you ask suddenly, gesturing back to the party. harry shakes his head. "they won't mind."
you're a bit confused as harry continues to lead you towards the gryffindor common room, but he distracts you with plenty of compliments and questions asking if you enjoyed yourself tonight.
harry then leads you to his room where his nerves finally hit him. he had been confident until now, but it was make or break  time. if draco was right and you did actually like harry, he was finally ready to make his move.
what that move was exactly, he's not sure.
but again, things with you are so natural, and once you close the door, it only feels right for harry to come up to you against the doorway. he smiles down at you, a nervous, blushing, beautiful angel just within his grasp.
without thinking, harry's mouth does the talking for him.
"[y/n]," he starts, his heart racing as you look up at him innocently. "can i kiss you?"
you're clearly shocked by his question, but don't miss the chance to eagerly nod your head, already leaning towards harry. he smiles, gently pushing you against the door as his lips finally lock with yours.
the kiss is urgent, needy, but full of longing and love. your hands find their way to harry's neck instantly, and his continue to linger against your shoulders. your body arches into his, clearly already wanting more just from a short kiss.
harry isn't stopping anytime soon though, as he's thought of this moment longer than he's planned to ask you to dinner tonight.
he savors everything about your kiss. your enchanting smell, the softness of your lips, the moans rumbling from the back of your throat; all of it is driving him crazy, but he's insistent on enjoying the moment for what it simply was. a kiss he's wanted so long from a beautiful girl he thought he could never have.
however, you're not as keen on savoring anything as you only become more desperate under harry's lips. your tongue is quickly involved, though harry's not complaining as you explore his mouth with hunger.
he's a bit flustered at your boldness, but isn't afraid of it. if anything harry only enjoys seeing you quickly submit to your desire for him. he wasn't sure how this would go, but clearly you've wanted this as badly as he has, if not even worse.
his hands finally begin to wander as he traces your collarbones lightly, his fingers running over the jewels of the necklace he bought you. "look so pretty in my gift," harry tells you between kissing you. you moan in response, your hips finding harry's as you only bring him closer to you.
before long you're dragging harry to his bed, his hands falling from your shoulders to your waist and down to your hips. 
you sit on his bed, and your hand instantly lands on harry's belt, lingering fingers on the cold metal. harry just looks at you in shock. he didn't expect you to initiate anything like this so quickly.
"u-uh…" is all he can say with you looking up at him like that, your eyes already drooping so seductively as you messed with his buckle innocently.
"please?" you taunt him, your finger making its way down his semi erected cock under his slacks.
harry sighs. he wants to, he really wants to, but he wonders if it's too much all at once for you. he doesn't want you to think this is all he was looking for.
"[y/n]...i, i really like you…you don't have to–""i like you too, harry," you interrupt him, a sweet smile on your bitten lips. "i want this. so bad. please. you don't have to, but…" you practically beg, your fingers still toying with the latch of the belt as you bring your pouted lips closer to it.
harry sighs again, his hand stroking your hair as he admires you from above. so pretty, so innocent. it's like you wanted him to ruin all of that.
"i want to, but, you don't have to," harry reminds you, his cheeks starting to turn red. you giggle, and it only makes harry even more turned on. "i want to, but, you don't have to," you mock him, slowly unbuckling his belt and slacks.
harry chuckles nervously, watching you intently. he really does want to, and as long as you want to as well, who's he to deny you of what you both want?
soon your mouth is wrapped around the tip of his cock through his briefs, your warm tongue laid flat across the head as you continue watching harry's expression through your eyelashes.
his head is rolling back in pleasure already, his erection only getting more uncomfortable as it hardens in response to you.
you help him take his underwear off, and your lips reattach to the head of his cock, your tongue licking his precum. he's watching you with a lax jaw, his eyebrows furrowed as you continue running your tongue in circles around the sensitive tip.
he's already in pure bliss, his hand finding your hair again as he continues to admire you. even when you're in such a filthy position below him, you still look so soft and beautiful.
from this angle he has the perfect view of your breasts, and you notice his eyes flickering from your own down to your chest. pulling your lips off of harry, you pull down the neckline of your dress and let your tits pop out of the restricting fabric.
harry can hardly believe the sight he's witnessing in front of him.
before he can try to process just how incredibly sexy you look with your elegant dress pulled down below your tits, your mouth returned to his throbbing cock, along with your hands. you start to bring more of him into your mouth, using your hands to stroke him slowly. harry was practically thrusting into your hands and mouth at that point, desperate for relief.
you can see how worked up harry's getting, so you stop, much to his disappointment. you have harry lay on his bed as you make a show taking your dress the rest of the way off along with your shoes and stockings. once you're left only in your panties, you get back on top of harry to kiss him again.
"so fucking beautiful, darling," harry growls into your lips, his hands grabbing for your tits. you giggle, your hands going to harry's button up as you start to take it off of him.
once it comes off, you pull harry back into the kiss. his hand travel down to your hips as you start grinding against his throbbing cock. "baby, please," he pleads, the teasing becoming too much.
you giggle again, sliding your panties off carefully with harry's help. he also helps you line yourself up with him as you slowly lower yourself onto harry's cock.
your eyes roll in pleasure, a slight whimper of discomfort escaping your lips as harry's hand goes to your face, comforting you. "slow, my love," he reminds you, guiding your hips with his other hand.
once you're starting to moan in pleasure, your speed increases, your eyes locking with harry's as you already feel pressure begin to build inside you.
just looking at him makes you whimper pathetically. "god, harry, i've wanted this for so long," you tell him, leaning down for another kiss as you readjust your position on top of him.
harry's hands trace the curves of your body as you continue riding him, his thoughts incoherent as the pleasure rises by the second. your heavy breathing into his ear and beautiful body against his in the lowlight of his room is everything he's ever wanted.
"wanted you so bad, [y/n]," harry moans as you sit back up, your tits bouncing as you grind down into harry's cock.
he admires your body, your perfect curves, your insane hips, and he's even more turned on. you're already truly perfect in every way, but you have the most phenomenal body harry's ever witnessed to top it all off.
"you're perfect," he tells you, his hands gripping for your hips and ass. you giggle, your hand covering your flustered smile as you continue whimpering and whining, riding him into your own oblivion.
"h-harry…" your voice is so broken it only makes harry hungrier, his hips thrusting upwards slightly into you to relieve the tension. "fuck," he cries, his eyes going dark just watching you fall apart for him.
"harry…please…" you lean back down, your lips grazing his ear as you made your request. "cum inside me?"
harry's in disbelief, he pulls you back to see if you're joking, but you're only looking at him hopefully through hooded eyes, still riding his cock in perfect rhythm.
"are you crazy, [y/n]?" he asks with a laugh, his eyes searching yours for any sign of sarcasm, his stomach still tightening in overwhelming pleasure.
"yes. for you." you tell him seriously, your pace quickening on top of him, your tits bouncing against harry's chest. he winces from the rush of pleasure.
"f-fuck, [y/n]," he utters, barely able to hold himself bsck.
you moan, your hands grabbing harry's as you pin them down beside him. "mm, keep moaning my name like that, harry, you're gonna make me cum already…" you tell him, your face resting against his.
harry moans your name repeatedly, only getting more and more desperate as you pleasure yourself using his cock. he was almost completely lost in the moment before you squealed, your hands squeezing harry's as you tightened around his cock, your hips stuttering as you ride out your high, breathing heavily.
harry's overwhelmed with the feeling and sight of you orgasming on him, your face twisting as you moan his name in return, filthy sounds escaping your innocent lips. he's getting closer before he remembers what you asked him.
"i'm, [y/n], i'm gonna cum," harry says as you're still moving your hips to satisfy your climax. you moan again, letting your head fall into harry's neck as you continue holding down his hands. your pace quickens again, and harry is a mess under you.
"cum inside me harry, please, give it to me, i'm yours, i want to be all yours, please, please, harry, breed me and make my pussy yours," you have no shame in begging harry, his hips bucking as you only grind against him quicker.
"fuck, fuck, fuck," harry's cursing, slightly in panic. he wants to cum so badly, and the idea of you wanting him to breed you just from the first time you're together makes him even more turned on. part of him is scared, but it only ends up fueling the desire and taboo more as harry finally unloads inside of you, his voice breaking as he continues cursing between heavy breaths.
you're enjoying the moment thoroughly, your pussy quivering as it's filled with harry's warm cum. you go to give him another kiss, and he can barely reciprocate.
you giggle at harry a bit, wincing as you gently pull his cock outside of you. harry groans, but his eyes remained closed, still catching his breath. you offer to help him clean up, and it takes a moment, but he agrees, following you to his bathroom and admiring your naked body in the soft light of the room.
afterwards, harry insists you stay with him for the night as he hands you one of his favorite shirts to sleep in. you accept, laughing at his lovesick attitude already, and climb into bed beside him for the night.
harry can hardly believe he has you in his arms, finally, after being so captivated by you for practically his whole life. he's thankful to have you next to him, smiling as you trace his skin, telling him how much you've liked him this whole time, how you don't care if your parents don't approve, and how much you need him in your life. harry feels at peace with you, his little slytherin, in his bed, the moon the only source of light across your tired face. he truly finds you so beautiful, inside and out.
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— Strip Starchess with Jing Yuan (Female Reader)
Including: Jing Yuan cw: afab!reader, pwp but barely, slight mention of reader having a size kink, unprotected p in v, first time writing a proper fic, first time writing smut (please send help), reader is a little bashful, overall its kind of a self-projection I guess. Jing Yuan is a little bastard (affectionate), stripping (who would've guessed), grammatical errors(I tried), Jing Yuan calls you pet names (dear, love), no use of y/n, light bondage ( reader gets their hands tied with a t-shirt nothing too bad), safe sane and consensual w/c: 3941 (might be a little off since I made a few edits in this post) a/n: I am so sorry for this I am going to die of cringe later but I needed this out of my brain so I made my best attempt at writing. There is a lot of stuff that is bad but I do not have the energy or patience to do it so, you have been warned, this is a first-time smut from an inexperienced writer whose first language isn't english :3 hope someone out there likes this
You were bored.
Extremely bored.
Jing Yuan had promised you he’d come home on time so that the two of you could enjoy dinner together. You had something fun planned for the evening for the two of you. Something you were excited to try out.
One problem though, there were still no signs of your boyfriend’s arrival.
You sent him a few messages asking him where he was but to no avail, you knew for a fact he wouldn’t be able to respond anyway.
The sound of a door opening broke you out of your thoughts as you turned around and were met with an apologetic soft smile on Jing Yuan’s face.
“Yu.”
“My Love.”
You huffed at him in annoyance, realising what he was trying to do. He always knew how to soften you up.
“You’re late.” You said as you watched him unstrap his boots and place them near the shoe rack before he turned to look at you.
“I apologize, I overslept in the afternoon and had to compensate as a result.” Jing Yuan gave you a pitiful look.
“Regardless, I am here now,” He walked over to where you were seated and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your head. “And I’d love to eat what my dear has cooked for me.”
You rolled your eyes at him a little and turned towards the table again as he took his seat opposite to you. You began eating in silence while Jing Yuan served himself some of the food you’d made.
“C’mon, don’t be like that.” He spoke suddenly as you focused on eating and ignoring him.
“Be like what? I didn’t do anything.” You huffed back to him again while continuing to look at your food when you suddenly heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, you looked up, only to be met with your boyfriend’s amber eyes boring into yours.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
You grumbled something with your mouth full.
“I didn’t catch that, love.”
You gulped down your food, 
“I said, play Starchess with me”
“Do we not play Starchess on a regular basis already?”
“We do, yes, but I found a new variation of the game that I thought would be fun to try out. Only if youre up for it, though.” You made eye contact with him again as his eyebrow shot up in surprise.
He leaned in on the table and rested his head on the palm of his hand as he tilted his head lazily.
“Go on.”
Your confidence and annoyance all but vanished this exact second, you really hadn’t expected him to be this interested and knowing him , he probably already has an idea simply based off of the tone of your voice.
“...Nevermind.” You looked away, blushing as Jing Yuan continued to watch in lazed amusement.
“Is it-”
“Yes it’s Strip Starchess, okay? I thought it would be fun to play.” You blurted out as your ears turned a light shade of red.
“I was going to say Blitz Starchess.”
Your eyes widened in horror as you turned back to look at Jing Yuan who was now miserably failing at holding back his laughter as his shoulders shook silently and he pressed his lips together.
“I hate you.”
Jing Yuan laughed and you pouted.
“I didn’t do anything, though?”
“You know exactly what you're doing, Yu.”
Jing Yuan smiled apologetically once again as you pouted while avoiding eye contact with him. He sighed fondly and picked up his chopsticks again.
“Strip Starchess, hm? Let’s finish dinner and begin.”
You huffed again and turned back to your food and soon enough, Jing Yuan started some casual conversation and the whole ordeal was pushed to the back of your mind.
. . .That was until after you both finished eating and cleaning up.
Shit.
You suddenly had very important things to do in your library so you quietly started walking towards it, hoping Jing Yuan had all but forgotten about your earlier conversation. Just as you were about to open the door, a familiar voice called out from behind you,
"Dear?" 
You slowly turned around, trying not to look like you were caught committing a crime.
"...Yes?"
"Where would you like to play? I think the living room would be best since it is rather spacious. We can close the curtains but,"
Jing Yuan paused as he looked towards the box in his hands and back to you,
"I'm saying that while assuming that we will be taking off our clothes sooner or later. Am I wrong?" 
He smiled innocently. This bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
"... Fine, let's go to the living room then, I'll explain the rules to you." 
Jing Yuan hummed pleasantly as he walked behind you, setting the board down onto the hard wooden flooring as the both of you sat down facing each other. 
He opened up the box and set up the game and looked at you expectantly.
There was no backing out now, so you might as well give it your best.
"It's in the name, you strip when you lose a pawn." 
"Strip entirely? Or just an article of clothing?"
"You know exactly what I mean."
You gave an exasperated sigh as you stared at him with the grumpiest expression you could muster.
"I'm afraid I don't, love."
He gave you a cat-like smile as he patiently waited for you to explain.
"...Only a piece of clothing. The one who has the most clothes off at the end of the game is the loser,"
You made yourself comfortable, you need your initial confidence back desperately.
"We'll play 3 games and see who wins. I won't be going easy on you."
You smiled at him mischievously as he chuckled and re-adjusted his seating position before looking right into your eyes.
"Very well then, let the games begin." 
You focused your eyes on the board and played your first move, positioning the soldier pawn in front of your king 2 steps ahead.
Jing Yuan’s eyes lit up as he countered it by moving the same piece on his side. He knew exactly how you were going to play and he was going to ensure he won.
The game progressed and you eventually lost your first pawn, you sighed in annoyance at the realization as you looked up to see your boyfriend with his cat-like smile and of course, he had the most innocent look on his face.
Damnit.
You sighed reluctantly as you cursed him under your breath and removed your jacket.
“Happy?” You deadpanned at him.
“Very much so. Don’t be upset, you still have a chance to win.” He smirked lazily as he waited for you to play your turn
You were more cautious now, not letting him take any of your pawns when you realized you had a safe opening to take his pawn!
You took the chance and took his soldier with your bishop. Looking up at him in triumph.
He smiled back at you casually as he raised his hands in surrender,
“You got me there,”
You watchedn him in anticipation as your mouth watered a little, sure you’d been living together for a few months now but, nothing beat seeing Jing Yuan’s body.
He place his hand on his shoulder guard and removed it before smiling at you pleasantly again.
You blinked once.
Twice.
Scanning him to see if he removed anything else while you were day-dreaming.
Nope, nothing.
"I said one piece of clothing, your shoulder brace doesn't count as one." 
"You never specified if accessories were also counted."
You huffed at him, "You never asked!" 
"I don't recall having to ask, I gave you the chance to explain everything to me." He smiled innocently again.
He was right. 
He knew he was and continued to play his next move.
Bastard.
Suddenly, it dawned on you that he was still in his armor and work uniform, meaning it would take at least 15 individual games of Starchess to get even the first layer off of him. Your eyes widened in realization as he looked at you and stifled his laughter.
Well, you certainly weren't in your work clothes and barely had anything on in the first place but you might have a few accessories on your person if you looked hard enough.
Two can play that game.
The game continued as you tried your best to defend your pieces from his attacks but he was too good… much to your displeasure.
By the end of the first game, Jing Yuan barely looked any different from how he was when he entered your shared home while you had to remove your own rings and piercings, putting them away in a corner neatly as to not lose them.
Jing Yuan won the first game by the rules of normal Starchess and the two of began your second round.
You were determined, but so was he.
Time passed rather quickly as you watched your boyfriend remove more accessories and you really wondered how he was able to walk or even fight with that much on his body.
You shook your head. Now's not the time for distractions.
The game progressed as you watched your pawns get taken one by one.
Rook, Bishop, a couple of soldiers and the list went on.
…You realized very late that you were going to lose.
You've never beat him in a game of starches, partially because he sneaks away your pieces but also because he's genuinely skilled at playing the game.
You were down to your last game, Jing Yuan in his shirt and pants along with some random trinkets of his uniform that you didn't even know the purpose of, you, however, were a different story.
You'd managed to get down just to your t-shirt and panties, shivering a little in both anticipation and the chill of the night.
“Do you need a blanket? You won't have anything to cover you soon enough, I'd hate to get you sick, dear.” Jing Yuan looked at you lazily.
Bastard.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
“I'm good. This is the last game and by the look of it, you've lost more pieces than I have.”
He made a content noise in the back of his throat as if agreeing with you before looking down at the board and smiling.
“I'm afraid you are correct, I admire your confidence in the face of calamity. However,”
He moved his bishop in line with your king.
“Checkmate.” 
You glanced around the board, trying to find an escape route but there were none. 
There was no denying it, you had lost the third game as well.
But the rules were about clothes, you looked up at him and back at yourself.
“. . . Fuck.”
You sighed, reluctantly admitting defeat.
“Alright , alright. You win the 3 games and the whole game considering you have more layers on you than I do.” 
Jing Yuan smiled in amusement as he crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly,
“So, what's my reward for winning?” 
You were already packing up the board as you looked at him with a huff and stood up.
“I'll let you nap in the afternoon more tomorrow, that's your reward.” 
But before you could move your half naked self away, Jing Yuan moved closer and swiftly knocked your knees back so you toppled down onto him.
“Jing Yuan! I almost knocked the board on your head!”
You had wrapped your arms around his neck, scared to lose balance and plop onto the floor if he were to drop you.
“I'm interested in another reward.”
“What?”
“I'm the winner so isn't it natural I get to pick my reward? Besides, no proper terms were set for it when you explained the rules to me.”
“You little shit, you knew this was going to happen.”
“Dear, I am the divine foresight for a reason.” 
He chuckled as his hands slowly moved down your torso and to the hem of your t-shirt. 
He grasped the hem as he leaned into your body and spoke lowly in your ear
“Of course, if you don't want this, we could just revert to my original reward.” 
His hold on you was firm but gentle, indicating that he'd let you go if you wanted him to.
“But, something about the way you're trembling in my hold tells me you don't want to stop, do you?” 
Your breath was coming out in shaky puffs now. You simply looked away in embarrassment before he pressed himself closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes he was wearing.
“Answer me.” 
“. . . I don't want you to stop” 
He smiled against your ears and you swear if he had a tail it would be swishing around in excitement by now.
“That wasn't so hard, was it?” 
Kissing the red shell of your ear he moved your face towards him and kissed you deeply before pressing his forehead to yours.
“Now, allow me to claim my reward.”
He peppered kisses along your jaw as his hands finally, finally took your t-shirt up to your neck as you raised your arms to help him get it off.
You were down to your panties and bra now, coincidentally, you were wearing one of his favourite sets’.
His kisses continued downward, unbuckling your bra with one hand while the other appreciatively squeezed around your body.
He leaned down on your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as his other hand tweaked with the other and you gasped, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
Your hands immediately found purchase in his soft hair as you closed your eyes and whispered his name.
Jing Yuan always , always made sure to lather extra attention to your chest, you never understood why but it had now become a sensitive spot for you.
He kissed and licked around your nipples, leaving little bites in between so that he can see them in the morning and fuck you all over again.
Deciding he'd done enough to your chest (for now) he moved his attention downwards, chuckling breathlessly at the small wet patch on your panties.
His large hand slid down as he started moving his finger up and down on your panties, making the wet patch grow bigger.
“You call me a bastard and yet have the nerve to be this wet for me, hm?” 
“S-Shut up.” 
You panted as your brain became fuzzy and warm, not being able to think of anything else except Jing Yuan touching you.
He smirked as he added pressure with his finger on exactly where your clit is and you gasped loudly. The fabric of your panties providing a weird but not unwelcome feeling.
“Do you think you can cum just from this alone?”
“I don't k-”
You cut yourself off with a loud moan as he pinched your clit and rubbed it.
“You don't know? Well, that's too bad. We'll just have to find out it seems, hm?”
You were gasping for air and moaning loudly at this point, thrashing and tugging at Jing Yuan’s hair like your life depended on it.
“I'm feeling nicer today, let's take this off, dear.” 
He tugged at your panties and your hazy mind cleared for a second 
“Jing Yuan! Don't I-”
A loud ripping sound echoed through the room as you stared in horror at the shredded remains of your panties but before you could utter a word, Jing Yuan kissed you and simultaneously continued to make circles around your clit.
You weakly slammed your fisted hands onto the hard planes of his chest but to no avail, he wasn't going to let up.
He continued flicking your clit at a faster pace before speaking into your ear.
“Be a good girl and cum for me”
You moaned as you clenched his (now crumpled) white shirt in your hands as your eyes rolled back and your orgasm flooded over your body in waves.
The general continued to make slow and gentle circles on your clit as you got down from your high, peppering your body with kisses and bites everywhere.
You were still breathing heavily when you regained your senses again.
“So, my hypothesis was correct.” 
“You're gonna pay for that, Yu.”.
You said, not sure if youre referring to the torn panties or the fact that him massaging your clit was enough to get you to cum.
“Of course I will, and any other matching set you like so I can rip them all off of your body.” 
His voice was so calm while speaking you'd almost think he was unaffected by the situation but that was far from the truth, sitting on his lap gave away that he was extremely hard underneath you.
He kissed you again, gently this time as he pulled back and bore his eye into yours.
“Do you want to continue?” 
You didn't respond, only leaning in to kiss him before bringing your hands to the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning it.
“I'm not the only one that's going to be naked here.” 
He helped you take off his whole shirt, watching you as you admired his sculpted and scarred torso. 
“Turn around for me, love.”
You did as you were told, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest.
His hands suddenly came up on you again, going downwards to your pussy as he outlined your lips. Pressing gently on the soft flesh.
Your hands immediately found purchase on top of his much bigger ones, your breathing picking up again.
He inserted two fingers in you, pushing them in and out and curling them in just the right spot, hitting your already frayed nerves and stretching you open for him. Keeping the rhythm of his fingers up, slowly getting you towards the edge again when suddenly,
You were left empty as Jing Yuan retracted his hand and wiped it onto his pants as he unzipped them, before hooking both his hands under your plush thighs and lifting your slit above his cock.
“Tell me if you need a break.”
Before you could respond, he was already impaling you on his cock, pushing you down slowly as you reached back with your hands and grabbed his neck while arching your back.
“F-Fuck- too much-”
“You can take it, I know you can.”
He whispered breathlessly as he continued pushing you down until you met the base of his cock.
“There we go.”
Jing Yuan waited for you to adjust while rubbing gentle circles on your clit, watching intently as you fought to gain back your breath.
You were struggling at this point, mind in a haze at the feeling of being so full. Not knowing where to place your hands you blurted our the first coherent thought that came to your mind.
“. . .Tie my hands, please.”
Now it was the general’s turn to be surprised, you were not one to beg usually. He smiled coyly as he grabbed your discarded t-shirt and rolled it up to form a makeshift knot.
“If i was aware we were going to this tonight, I wouldve prepared more.”
You pushed your hands out together in front of you impatiently, just wanting to move but not trusting your shaking legs to carry through.
Jing Yuan kissed around your ears again started working on binding your hands immediately. Securing it as tight as he could, he tugged on it before pecking you on the cheek.
“There. Is that better?”
“Yes.”
You were fully panting now, subtly grinding yourself on his cock.
Jing yuan took it as his cue to move and hooked his hands under your thighs again before lifting you off his cock.
The split second where you were left empty was enough for you to whine. He wasn’t a cruel lover, though, he thrusted back in, filling you instantly.
He kept the tempo of fast but deep strokes and before long you could feel your second orgasm approaching.
Suddenly, there was a change as he pushed you down onto the wooden floor face first and ass up, the angle making him reach in different areas.
Your tied hands were above your head as you got rubbed on the floor like a mop cloth from his powerful thrusts. Jing Yuan bent over and draped his larger frame over your back, holding down your shaking hands with one of his own and thrusting faster.
“Come on, come for me.”
He whispered into your ear, again, reaching his other hand down to play with your clit.
And that's all it took for you to orgasm, releasing over his cock as he kept his pace.
For a few seconds, you blanked out completely, caught up in the haze of your orgasm that you didn't even notice Jing Yuan continuing,
That was until you were brought back to reality by a hit of overstimulation, tears already collecting at your lashes as the pleasure soared through your entire body.
“Y-Yu-”
“Just a little more.”
He continued rubbing fast circles over your clit and you could feel the tendrils of your third orgasm creeping up on you as you clenched around him hard.
It pierced through you just as your boyfriend finally released inside you, hot liquid filling you up and you felt so full.
Jing Yuan panted as he rested some of his body weight on you, essentially pinning you in place and having no way to move. Just the way you like it.
He grabbed your hips with both his hands as he gently thrusted a few times to get the last few seconds of pleasure in, wrecking your already overstimulated pussy.
“. . . I think my reward is incomplete.” He said after a few beats of silence.
“Absolutely not.” 
Jing Yuan laughed breathlessly as he pulled you back onto his lap and rested himself against the sofa, wrapping his hands around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder.
The both of you relished in the afterglow for a bit with him still stuffed inside you, just enjoying and soaking each other’s presence, you were the first to speak.
“Horny bastard, you really piledrived me on the floor of our living room.” You laughed while pecking at his cheeks.
“Me? I’m the horny one now? You were the one that suggested this game in the first place!”
Jing Yuan feigned hurt as he tightened his hold on you, eyeing you cheekily as your ears turned red.
“I didn’t proposition sex! It was a game to-”
“To what? Play house with each other?” Jing Yuan asked in an amused tone before continuing,
“You wanted it to end like this, didn’t you?”
“Not on the goddamn floor! I’m gonna have bruises from this tomorrow, I hope you're happy.”
You pouted and held your (still bound) hands close to your chest, hearing Jing Yuan snicker and feeling his chest shake.
“I’ll give you a massage right now, on the bed this time, to make up for it”
“And then what? Escalate it into having sex again? I need to walk tomorrow, Yu.”
“You know me too well.”
You looked at him into his eyes and he simply gave you a crooked smile
“Untie my hands, we need to clean up and get to bed”
“Hmm… How about I let you go now and you let me enjoy my reward in the shower again?”
You sighed before nodding in acceptance, you weren’t going to feel your legs tomorrow.
This is the price you pay for provoking the sleeping lion.
“Horny bastard.”
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hannieehaee · 5 months
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Hello, the other day I started thinking about Seventeen's reaction, how would the boys react to seeing you masturbating with a teddy bear?
18+ / mdi
wc: 530
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seungcheol - he'd be annoyed at the concept of you getting off without his permission prior knowledge . he'd throw the plushie to the side and take care of you himself.
jeonghan - he'd find it adorable that you're trying to get off without him. he'd watch you and coo at your whines for help, refusing you at first but eventually giving in because he can't resist you.
joshua - similarly to jeonghan, he would wanna watch you til you meet your end. his eyes would be glued to your actions as he waited for you to finish yourself off before he stepped in.
jun - he'd probably do the same thing while you're gone lmao he'd be both in awe and turned on. would wanna watch up close before he joined in on the fun.
soonyoung - he'd be kinda surprised at your object of choice and watch curiously before revealing himself. he'd be turned on (but he was turned on at everything you did, so who's really surprised) and would beg for you to let him watch.
wonwoo - he'd chuckle at how desperate you must be to use an innocent plushie he gave you to get off, but also a little frustrated at you not coming to him for help. he'd quickly take over, throwing the plushie aside and going to town on you.
jihoon - would be surprised at your choice of toy (literally). would still find it endearing you're desperate enough to use a cute plushie he must've given you earlier in your relationship. weirdly touched you're using something that's connected to him in the odd occasion you get off without him.
seokmin - it was his idea! ok not exactly the teddy bear, but he wanted to try out mutual masturbation, wanting to watch you cum on your own. he hadnt expected you to grab whatever was closest to you to aid you in cumming, but he wasnt complaining.
mingyu - he wouldnt really question it or even think much of it. he knows what its like to do whatever's necessary to cum while you dont have the other around. he'd have preferred you went to him, though, so he'd be a little pouty at the sight.
minghao - pure shock. why are you getting off to a teddy bear of all things when you couldve just asked him ?? he'd enjoy the sight either way, but would refuse to touch you when you started begging for his attention, telling you that you had made your choice.
seungkwan - he loves cute things (you, the plush, your face as you tried to get yourself off), so he'd be all over it. he'd watch you without touching himself because he'd want his full attention on you. after you finish he'd want to join you.
vernon - he was sleeping next to you when you'd first started doing it, waking up due to the noises you were making. he wouldnt wanna interrupt you, so he'd watch you use the innocent plushie until you met your end while rutting his hips softly against the mattress.
chan - literally anything you did was enough to make him wanna cum in his pants, regardless of what it was you were using to get off. he'd wanna participate but would also not want to ruin the rare sight he assumes tends to take place often when he's away.
a/n: ok writing reactions is harder than i thought 😭 sorry if it makes no sense </3
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kenjakusbrainstem · 5 months
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Too Much (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)
Contains: Double penetration in one hole, manhandling, cunnilingus, m/f/m threesome.
Hello! Day 16 of Kinktober: Double penetration in one hole! This was fun as I just love writing Kenjaku and Mahito together. No real thoughts on this one other than how nice it was to write them having a consensual threeway for once! Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain! Comment or rb if you like <3
Over the decades of devotedly following Kenjaku, you’d met a lot of eccentric people. From strange sorcerers, to power hungry humans, you really felt like there was no way anything could surprise you anymore. However, with Kenjaku’s curiosity and love for chaos, he always managed to keep you on your toes. 
His latest group was no exception, though they did treat you a little differently. While Kenjaku was playing the role of Suguru Geto, you found yourself in a role not too far from your true identity: a devout follower, someone that would do any and everything they were told. While you had more autonomy than that, it did amuse you to be so open about your dedication. To the group of curses he was working with, you were sure they thought of you as some mindless curse user, regardless of how much work you did for their cause. 
The only one that seemed interested in you was Mahito, ironically the one parading as a human. You felt that he understood you in some way, the same way Kenjaku did. While you never explained too much about your technique or identity to the curse, his curiosity showed you that he saw through your mindless devotee mask. Though you did choose to humor him on the occasion you saw each other, Mahito’s near ignorance was integral to Kenjaku’s plan.
You never minded helping either of them though, so when Kenjaku approached you with an odd proposition, you were inclined to agree. His interest in breeding and creating ideal offspring to be vessels had waned over the years, but you knew how much fun he had when experimenting. You’d aided him when he inhabited the body of Noritoshi Kamo, so you were intimately aware of what he was capable of. You weren’t sure how much of this proposal was about procreation, or if he was genuinely interested in exposing Mahito to new human experiences.
Kenjaku had asked you to aid him in teaching Mahito about sex. You knew he’d fucked the curse before, so it wasn’t too far fetched for him to include you. Something about being able to get the full experience, he’d said. Apparently it was harder for him to properly guide Mahito when he was buried inside the curse, which made sense to you. The vessel he currently inhabited was more sensitive than others he’d used. 
That was how you ended up in your current situation, fully nude on Kenjaku’s bed with Mahito in between your thighs. The curse’s tongue was something you’d never experienced in all your years. It had split in two and was lazily pumping inside of you while circling your clit at the same time. You convulsed in pleasure, not expecting to feel so much from a curse that needed to be taught. 
The only thing grounding you was the body pressed up against you. Kenjaku lay at your side, head resting on your chest as his hand was in Mahito’s hair, making sure the curse kept up the pace and didn’t stop until you were ready. The way Mahito’s tongue wrapped around your clit, flicking at the sensitive bud made your thighs quiver. 
“Make sure she’s ready to take you, Mahito. I showed you just how important stretching is, now give her the same courtesy I gave you,” Kenjaku ordered, his voice gentle as he pressed Mahito’s face against your pussy. You knew Kenjaku wasn’t speaking to you but you still felt the need to do as he said, there was just something about his tone that made you want to please him. 
Shifting your hips, you ground your pussy into Mahito’s face, his tongue pressing deeper inside of you with each thrust. As if he too wanted to do what Kenjaku said, you felt the tongue inside you become thicker, pressing against your walls instead of teasing them. Before you knew it, Mahito’s tongue was almost too big to fit inside of you.
Each thrust of his tongue made you feel impossibly full, it was more than you’d ever had inside of you at once before. You could feel how wet you were, a mix of your juices and Mahito’s saliva coating your thighs. It was hard to tell because of how wet you were, but you hadn’t even hit your peak yet. The curse was making you feel so good, but it just hadn’t been enough to push you over the edge.
Mahito’s tongue increased in pace, fucking inside of you just a little faster. The speed change made you clench around his tongue, he was so close to getting you off you could almost taste it. 
Suddenly, the fullness was gone along with the hot tongue wrapped around your clit. You whined, clenching your aching pussy around nothing. Opening your eyes you noticed Kenjaku wasn’t at your side anymore either, he had pulled Mahito up and was kissing him feverishly. You were accustomed to Kenjaku’s more eager, violent kisses, but it was more than arousing to watch him suck your juices off of Mahito’s tongue.
Mahito’s eyes rolled back as Kenjaku held him by the hair still, forcing his head back in a deep kiss. You enjoyed the view, being able to watch Kenjaku take control of someone like this, watching his body and tongue move when you knew how they felt made you want him even more.
“Switch places with her Mahito, I think I know just what you both need,” Kenjaku said, his suggestive voice adding even more fuel to the lustful fire inside of you. You watched as he let go of Mahito, reaching out to you. 
You grasped at his hand with both of yours, allowing him to help you pull yourself up. Forgetting Mahito’s presence for a moment, you pressed your face into Kenjaku’s broad chest, loving the feeling of your bare skin pressed together. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head before he turned you around, your back pressing against his torso.
Looking down at the patchwork curse’s nude body, you had to admit he was the most attractive looking curse you’d ever seen. His features were similar to Kenjaku’s but body was much more lithe than sturdily built. His cock was hard and leaking against his pelvis, not too big to intimidate you. Though knowing he could manipulate his body at will did make you a little nervous.
Kenjaku’s hands went to your hips, urging you forward. You followed his lead, putting your knees on either side of the curse’s hips. When you were in position on top of Mahito, you felt Kenjaku’s hand on your back, pushing you down onto the curse. Leaning forward you felt Kenjaku’s hand slip in between your bodies, grabbing Mahito’s cock and rubbing the tip up against your entrance. 
You moaned, unable to keep your sounds in any longer as you felt Kenjaku press the head of Mahito’s cock inside of you. Kenjaku’s hands moved out from between you and grabbed your hips, pushing you down and forcing the curse’s cock inside of you. You watched Mahito’s face contort in pleasure as he throbbed inside of you. According to Kenjaku, he’d not let Mahito fuck him yet, only sucked him off, so this was likely the first time he’d been buried inside someone else.
A little more manhandling from Kenjaku and you were full of Mahito’s cock, he pulled you up, your back flush with his chest once more. Kenjaku’s hands didn’t leave your hips, he wanted full control over both of you and it seemed you were both eager to give it to him.
As Kenjaku started to bounce you on Mahito’s cock, you let yourself get lost in the way he felt inside of you. Mahito was average size, so you wondered why Kenjaku had been so insistent on stretching, but you were barely able to even think about that with the way he moved your body. Being on top was always fun to you, but now it felt so good, Mahito’s cock bumping into your spot with ease as Kenjaku controlled the pace. 
Mahito’s hands reached out, sliding up your body and grabbing onto your breasts as they bounced in front of them. He squeezed the flesh harshly, making your pussy squeeze around him. It was like he wanted to touch you, but didn’t know what to do exactly, the curse’s inexperience showing.
Kenjaku slowly bent your body forward, your sensitive breasts rubbing up against Mahito’s chest with every bounce of your hips. You were now face to face with the curse, both of you moaning messes. With your open mouths so close, you couldn’t help but kiss Mahito. The kisses were sloppy and both of you moaned into each other's mouths, pleasure too much to keep inside.
Trailing kisses down your spine, Kenjaku sat himself upright, leaving you to focus on kissing Mahito for a moment while he got into position. The whole point to this, the guise of teaching Mahito how to properly fuck someone, was so that he could enjoy you both together. You likely would have agreed even without that, but it was fun for him to have another layer of motivation.
One of his hands left your hip, the other continuing to guide you up and down Mahito’s cock. You wondered what he was doing, but it didn’t take long for you to figure out. Kenjaku’s movements paused, the hand that was bouncing you was now holding you both still with Mahito still buried inside of you.
Before you had a chance to ask what he was doing, you felt the head of his cock prodding up against your entrance alongside Mahito’s. Your eyes snapped open, lips still pressed up against Mahito’s so you were unable to speak. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Kenjaku, you were just worried Mahito hadn’t stretched you enough. 
“Both of you hold still. It’s my turn to join the fun now,” Kenjaku said, voice an almost whisper as he tried to press the head of his cock into your already full pussy. If Mahito was average, Kenjaku’s cock was large, his vessel was more well endowed than nearly all of the ones you’d been intimate with in the past.
It wasn’t long before his insistent rubbing against your wet entrance allowed the head of his cock to slip inside. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, it burned but didn’t exactly hurt. The feeling was indescribable, you could feel your pussy clenching around them but tried to relax your muscles. You knew it would be harder for Kenjaku to fuck you like this if your pussy was trying to push him out.
Kenjaku’s hands both returned to your hips, thumbs massaging circles into your flesh as he slowly pressed further into you. Your kiss with Mahito had turned into you trying to focus on breathing while he kissed around your lips, tongue cleaning up evidence of the sloppy kiss you’d shared. His little moans told you that he was also enjoying the way Kenjaku’s cock felt beside his.
Once Kenjaku was fully inside of you, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, the stretch and feeling of his cock so much further inside of you than Mahito’s made your legs tremble. 
“You’re so tight like this, it shouldn’t take long now just hold on,” Kenjaku said, voice barely composed as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. Being so full, you felt so much more. Each thrust, no matter how slow you could feel every vein, every twitch of Kenjaku’s cock inside of you.
Even Mahito’s cock felt like too much, Kenjaku’s cock forcing it to stay pressed up against your spot. With every one of Kenjaku’s thrusts it rubbed up against it and filled you with even more pleasure. 
After a few thrusts, Kenjaku picked up the pace and began to fuck into you in earnest. You hadn’t known it was possible to feel this full, or that it could feel this good to have your pussy stuffed with two different cocks. The sounds leaving your mouth were pitiful, each thrust left you whining, only able to stop moaning when Mahito’s tongue entered your mouth. The curse kept trying to kiss you, as if he was unsure what to do with himself. 
You could see that he was enjoying this too, his moans blending in with your own to make a lewd chorus of praise for the way Kenjaku used you both. The only other sound you could register was the slick squelching noise of Kenjaku fucking into you. It was almost embarrassing to know that such a sound was coming from you, but you were far too lost in pleasure to care about that.
Kenjaku’s fingers moved to spread you open more, making it so he could look down and watch his cock disappear into your messy pussy. You felt so tight even though you had never been more open for him. The sight made him pump his cock into you faster, harder than he had been. The gentle edge to his thrusts gone as he fucked into you, chasing his own pleasure.
It was too much for you, from the stretch of the cocks inside you, to Kenjaku’s rough thrusting, even Mahito’s insistent sloppy kisses were pushing you over the edge. You felt yourself release, pussy spasming around the cocks inside of you. The intensity of your orgasm was so much more than you had expected, you weren’t sure if you had blacked out for a moment or if your eyes had rolled back into your head too far. Everything around you felt dizzying.
At the feeling of your pussy spasming, Mahito also was forced over the edge. His cock throbbing as he spilled inside of you. The pleasure being too much for him, he bit down on your lip, adding the taste of blood to your kiss. 
Through both of your orgasms Kenjaku just kept thrusting, it was hard for him to not get off immediately when your pussy was trying to milk him dry with each twitch of its walls. He was close though, leaning down he rested his forehead on your back, body bending at a strange angle to give him more leverage. Fucking into you as hard as he could, not caring about keeping rhythm or how violent his thrusts were.
It was easier for him to move inside of you with Mahito’s cock now soft, each thrust felt different than the last and that was what finally pushed Kenjaku to join you both in bliss. Pressing in as deep as he could, Kenjaku emptied himself, hot release filling you up. You could even feel it leaking out around his cock. 
The three of you stayed like that for a moment, Kenjaku being the first to move when Mahito started whining about being sensitive. After he pulled himself out of you, he lifted you up off of the curse’s cock. You’d hoped he was going to let you rest but when your back hit the mattress you felt him lift your trembling legs into the air. 
Kenjaku kissed at your thighs, not caring that Mahito was watching the strange display of affection. Gently, he spread your folds open to look at the effect he’d had on your pussy. It was puffy and leaking, you wanted to close your legs at the thought of him looking into your gaping entrance. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your clit, pulling a high pitched whine from your throat.
“You did so good, once you rest a little more we can show Mahito even more fun he could have,” Kenjaku said, grinning up at you like he had more in mind. His words were teasing and threatening at the same time. You were, as always, excited and aroused at what he meant.
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leafsandstarlight · 9 months
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Against Your Brother's Wishes pt. 2 - Rhys x Reader
Description: As Cassian's twin sister, reader was taken in by Rhysand's mother as a child. Growing up around Rhys, reader always found herself attracted to the future high lord, but always assumed he didn't see her that way. When she proposes losing her virginity to a random male at the camp, Rhys steps in.
Part 1 Warnings: mentions or alcohol & sexual content Author's notes: Okay, so I'm kind of loving writing about the bat boys at Windhaven! This has been really fun, and I may actually write a part 3! Thank you so much for reading! Word count: approx. 5000 words Minors do not interact.
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“Why are you so mad, Cass?”  You questioned as you sat across from your brother, Azriel, and Rhys at the dining table of Rhys’s mother’s house in Windhaven.  Your brother had been glaring at you all morning.
You always ate breakfast together before the males had their training and you had to leave to complete your daily chores. 
Regardless of the purple and blue bruises that were still lingering on Cassian and Rhys’s faces, today was no different.  The fact that the remains of the bruises they had given each other the night before still lingered on their skin was worrisome.  They must have been punching hard for it to take this long for the bruises to heal.  The thought made you shiver.  
“I’m not mad.  I just think you could’ve picked someone better to fuck,” your brother hissed with a pointed glare at Rhys.
The future high lord only rolled his eyes with a laugh.  They had seemingly worked out most of their problems with their wrestling match the night before, but Cassian still clearly wasn’t happy with you both. 
“Well, Azriel was unavailable at the time,” you retorted dryly, throwing a wink at the Shadowsinger who choked on his oatmeal. 
Neither Rhys nor Cassian laughed.  They both glared at you, though you swore you saw a flash of hurt in Rhys’s violet eyes. 
“Please leave me out of whatever this is,” Az grunted.  You threw him a smile, but he refused to meet any of your eyes.  Azriel did what he did best when you, Rhys, or Cassian was getting on his nerves: he ignored you completely.
Cassian grumbled to himself about his bratty sister and terrible best friends as he shoveled his oatmeal into his mouth.  You were just happy he was still talking to you and Rhys.  After the drama had unfolded last night, you weren’t sure if he would be so quick to forgive.
Rhys’s violet eyes were on you, however, and his gaze nearly pierced a hole in your soul.  You knew that look – the storm that was brewing in his gaze.  It was dangerous.  You had seen it every time the other males tried to make him feel less than because he was only half Illyrian or any time Cassian or Azriel claimed they could beat him at anything.  You sucked in a breath at the thought.
Rhys was looking at you like you were a challenge, and he had accepted it.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Rhys or the look in his eye as you completed your chores for the day.  As usual, the work was tedious, and you were assigned the chores the other females often turned their noses up at. 
Today in particular, the older female who assigned the chores, a wrathful thing who seemed to truly believe that females were inferior to males, seemed to be particularly vengeful.  You assumed it was due to the fact that Rhys’s scent still lingered on you.  You had received numerous glares as you walked through the camp that morning.  You knew the female who already hated you was likely enraged by the fact that you had “ruined” yourself and that you had been bedded by the future High Lord. 
Most of the females at camp had their eyes on Rhys; they seemed to see think that they might have a chance at being Lady of the Night Court.  The fact that he had chosen you to warm his bed over them, clearly did not win you of their kindness.
Rhys’s mother would likely be gone for a few more days, and you were grateful for that as you returned home after your chores.  Rhys had offered to mask whatever scent lingered on you around his mother, but he was still mastering his High Fae powers. 
The boys were already home when you returned that evening.  You could smell their musky, post-training scents immediately as you entered the small house you shared. 
You took a quick shower, letting the grime from your chores roll down the drain, before you set to making dinner.  Az always helped you or Rhys’s mother cook – though Rhys and Cassian were hazards in the kitchen.  You specifically refused to let Cassian anywhere near the stove after the last time he had tried helping.  He had ruined the dish you were preparing, and you almost lost an eyebrow.
The four of you ate dinner in a comfortable silence.  Everyone was properly tired after your day. 
Cassian and Rhys’s faces were nearly healed, the remnants of their fight thankfully almost gone. 
You tried your best to act normally around Rhys.  You knew it had just been a one-time thing, and you didn’t think that he wanted more from you, but it was still strange to interact with this male you had grown up with after knowing what he sounded like when he was fucking you.  You cursed yourself internally for every letting the idea slip in your mind.  The last thing you needed was for the males to smell your arousal at dinner.
You quickly stood up when you had finished, eager to do the dishes so you didn’t have to sit staring at Rhys worrying whether you were looking at him too much or too little. 
“Should we finish the wine?” You heard Azriel propose as the males helped clear the table. 
“I definitely need a drink,” Cassian proclaimed, and you knew he was probably glaring at you or Rhys as he said it.  You rolled eyes – your brother, ever the drama queen. 
As you continued washing dishes, you heard footsteps approach you.  You didn’t bother to turn around, knowing it was Rhys who was approaching you.  You paid him no mind, focusing on the task in front of you.
But then Rhys placed his hand on your hip gently as he leaned over you, his muscular body nearly pressed against yours, as he grabbed glasses from one of the upper cabinets.
“Pardon my reach,” Rhys breathed into your ear, and you couldn’t tell if it was his husky voice in your ear or his touch that made you shiver.
“I would’ve moved,” you told him with a soft laugh as you looked over your shoulder at him.  When you met his eyes, he was staring down at you with a positively feline smile.
“There was no need,” Rhys said with a wink as he took his hand off your hip and moved back towards the sitting room.  You wished you didn’t mourn the contact as much as you did.
When you finished with the dishes, you joined the males in the sitting room and Azriel poured you a glass of wine.  You grabbed it gratefully, though you still weren’t sure you enjoyed the taste.
Azriel was sitting in one of the chairs in the corner of the room farthest from the fireplace while Cassian had pulled the other chair closer to the fire.  With your brother and the Shadowsinger occupying the free chairs in the room, the only spot left for you to sit was on the couch next to Rhys. 
You swallowed as you walked over and plopped yourself down on the couch next to him, your body still warm from where he had touched you earlier.  You begged yourself to act normally, to not let what happened between you make things weird.
As you sat down, Rhys was watching you carefully, a phantom smile etched on his sinful lips.  He threw you a wink, and even though your cheeks heated, you rolled your eyes at him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Cassian groaned, throwing a cushion directly at Rhys.  “Get a room.”
If Rhys hadn’t been a warrior in training, the cushion may have hit him directly in the face, but he snatched it out of the air with a laugh.
“We do have two rather nice bedchambers upstairs, shall we, darling?” Rhys cooed, knowing it would push your brother’s buttons. 
“I want you to know that I hate you both,” you told them as you rolled your eyes.  You adored all three of the males, but there were times when living with three young Illyrian males was simply too much.
“I second that,” Azriel grumbled, pouring himself another glass of wine.  
And something about the way Azriel said it, the way he looked as though he might genuinely rather die than have to deal with the three of you, had you giggling as you sipped on your wine.   And then, a moment, Rhys and Cassian were following suit, their laughter a low rumble in their chests. 
Perhaps, everything could be normal between you after all. 
You spent the rest of the night laughing and joking with each other.  Especially when Cassian suggested you play cards and proceeded to spend the next few hours losing decisively.
Though, you couldn’t help but notice the way Rhys’s knee kept occasionally brushing against yours throughout the night and how his violet eyes lingered on yours for a moment too long as you were speaking. 
When you went to bed, Cassian lingered for a moment in your doorframe. 
“Hey,” he said, his tone slightly forced.
“Hey,” you repeated with a slight laugh. 
“I’m sorry for how I reacted,” Cassian admitted, his gaze lingering on your bedroom floor. 
“It’s okay, Cass.  I get it,” you told him because even if he did make you want to throttle him sometimes, you knew deep down that he meant well.
“It’s just that you’re my sister, and it’s weird, but I know it’s your body, so you get to do what you want with it,” Cassian grumbled knocking his head against the doorframe lightly. 
You just nodded with a small smile.  He could be an oaf sometimes, but Cassian had always been a good brother to you.  Even when you were both starving and freezing, he was always good to you.
“He didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” Cassian checked, his tone casual despite the dangerous protectiveness that lingered in his eyes.
“No, of course not.  This is Rhys we’re talking about,” you told him honestly.  Rhys had been gentle, careful.  It was much better than you had honestly expected.
“Good, because I would kill him if he had,” Cassian muttered, and you knew it was the truth.  Illyrians were already territorial, but you were the only family Cassian had left.  He was yours too.  You’d do anything to protect each other.
“I know you would have,” you said with a soft smile. 
“Is this going to be like a thing?” You could hear the tension in your brother’s voice, the way he tried to pretend he was being casual.
“No, I think it was just a one-time thing,” you told him, and you could see the way he physically relaxed at your words.  Cassian nodded, and as much as you appreciated your brother checking in with you, you desperately wanted this conversation to be over. 
He seemed to share your thoughts as he tapped the top of your door frame before saying goodnight and leaving you to your thoughts.
You just wished a certain violet-eyed male wasn’t the only thing on your mind.
The next morning, when you dragged yourself out of bed, you found that Cassian had already left to run an errand before training.
“Morning,” you greeted to Azriel and Rhys who were finishing their breakfast at the dining table.  They nodded in acknowledgement, likely feeling the same throbbing headache from the wine last night that you were.
You were grateful for the quiet as you willed the toast to get rid of your hangover.
As you were finishing your toast, you heard Rhys clear his throat softly drawing your attention to him.
“You’ve got a little jam,” he told you, gesturing towards your face. 
You cocked your head at him before Rhys was reaching across the table and tenderly swiping his thumb across your lips.  The movement was slow, almost sinful as his violet eyes zeroed in on your lips.  You swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and the feeling of his finger against your lips.
“There,” Rhys murmured as he pulled his thumb away from your lips and brought it up to his own lips as though to savor whatever jam had been lingering in the corner of your mouth. 
You knew you were likely gawking at Rhys slightly as a soft blush spread over your cheeks.  Damn him, you thought.  You were grateful you knew how to shield your mind from him, so he couldn’t read the thoughts that were crossing your mind.
You looked over at Azriel who was pointedly avoiding looking at you or Rhys, and you quickly shoved whatever arousal was pooling in your core away. 
“Thanks,” you mumbled, avoiding Rhys’s violet eyes. 
If you hurried to leave the house, who could really blame you?
Chores that day were brutal, leaving you sweating and achy when you returned home.  At least the tasks were an outlet for the pent-up frustration that had been building within you.  Rhys was to blame for all of it.
You were thinking as much as you hurried up the stairs of Rhys’s mother’s house eager for a shower. 
To your surprise, Rhys was staring at you from the bathroom doorway with nothing but a small towel wrapped around his torso, his hair still wet from the shower.
You carefully took in a breath.  He looked absolutely sinful as he smirked at you.  The white of the towel made his tan skin almost glow and it did little to hide the muscles that lingered underneath it.
“Rhys,” you greeted, attempting to keep your eyes on his face rather than on his exposed pectorals that were dripping from the shower. 
“Hello, darling,” Rhys responded, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom.  His violet eyes were filled with trouble as they slowly traced over your body.
You felt warmth spread through your body from the heat of his gaze, but you did your best to look unbothered.
“Shower free?” You questioned with a soft laugh as you dropped off your belongings in your room. 
“Yeah, it’s all yours,” Rhys told you, a smirk gracing his features as your gaze involuntarily traced down his body to take in his muscular form.  You cursed yourself internally, knowing Rhys had followed your gaze and knew exactly where you were looking.  You pretended you didn’t see the way his grip tightened on his towel.
You moved towards the bathroom, desperate to clean the muck off you from your chores, but Rhys didn’t move from where he stood in the doorway.  As you approached, he merely shifted to the side to offer you a small gap to enter. 
You huffed as you moved to entered, knowing there was no way to avoid the close proximity.  Rhys would be the death of you.
“It’s too bad I already showered.  We could’ve saved water,” Rhys whispered to you as you slid past him.  You cursed yourself for how you inhaled slightly at his words, at how you couldn’t keep the images of the two of you naked and dripping under the warm water of the shower from your mind.
Knowing exactly what he had done, Rhys left you to shower, priding himself on the slight shift in your scent.
You look an extra-long shower, allowing the hot water to help flush away the tension that had built up in your core. 
Rhys had been driving you insane.  You had told yourself that it was going to be a one-time thing, that you would sleep together to get rid of your maidenhood and that would be it.  But every seductive glance or lingering touch Rhys sent your way set your body on fire. 
You had to remind yourself that nothing good could come from sleeping with him again as you changed into your casual clothing and headed back downstairs to the sitting room.  You found Rhys lounging on the couch shirtless across from Azriel.
You raised your eyebrow at the both of them and Azriel merely shook his head.
“It’s rather hot with the fire, isn’t it?” Rhys murmured as though to explain why he was shirtless. 
“You’re ridiculous, Rhys,” you told him with a laugh as you sat down next to him on the couch.  You put every ounce of effort into avoiding staring at his shirtless torso.
When you looked up, Az was glaring at you both as if you had something to do with his friend’s strange behavior. 
That night as you tried to fall asleep, you couldn’t help but obsess over every lingering touch and sultry glance Rhys had sent your way since you had slept together.  It was torture.
You wanted him to either make his move or let you live in peace, but the flirting was getting to your head.  If he winked at you one more time, you thought you might snap. 
What was his angle?  You wondered as you tossed and turned in your bed.  You couldn’t tell if he was trying to get a rise out of you as a joke or if he seriously wanted to bed you again. 
After lying in bed with your mind spinning for almost an hour, you decided you had enough. 
You pulled yourself out of bed and threw on your robe before finding your way to Rhys’s chambers.  You took a deep breath before moving your hand up to knock, but Rhys had already sensed you.   
He was opening the door before you could even knock, his head cocked in question as he took in the sight of you before him.
“How can I help you?” Rhys questioned playfully with a smirk etched on his face. 
“Have a sec?” You gestured into his room, not wanting to have this conversation out in the hall.  Rhys nodded before opening the door fully so you could enter.
You looked around for a moment, before asking him what it was you needed to know.
“What are you doing, Rhys?” You asked him exasperatedly, though you still had a small smile on your face.  Whatever game he was playing with you had gone on too long.
“What do you mean?” Rhys returned, his eyes filled with mirth. 
You rolled your eyes at him, “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not doing anything, darling,” Rhys drawled, and you desperately wanted to kiss the smirk off his lips.  
“Oh, really?  You’re not trying to seduce me?” You accused raising your eyebrows at him.  Rhys didn’t bother widening his eyes in feigned shock.  He knew exactly what he had been doing, and you were playing right into his game.
“Do you want to be seduced?” He asked playfully as he watched every movement on your face. 
“You’re insufferable.”  You could tell your skin was flushed as you started to feel heat spread through your body. 
“You love me.”  You rolled your eyes with a laugh. 
Before you could say anything else in response, Rhys was prowling towards you until he was holding you face in his hands.
“I mean it, darling, do you want me to seduce you?” Rhys asked you as he leaned over you. 
And you knew what he was asking, what he was offering.  You couldn’t deny that you had thought about Rhys after the first time you had slept together.  It had been good – almost perfect.  He had made you feel a way you had never felt before, and you couldn’t help but think about it whenever he looked at you for a moment too long.  You would never admit it to him, but you had pictured doing it again while you hand slipped between your legs at night.  You imagined how he’d feel, what he’d say.
But he was also your friend, your brother’s best friend.  You lived together with his mother.  It was a bad idea for so many reasons.
“It would be a bad idea,” you whispered to Rhys, your eyes meeting his.  He nodded back at you, but somehow, one of you was closing the gap between your bodies.  You weren’t sure if it was him or you.
“Cassian might kill us,” Rhys agreed quietly, but you could see the danger that lingered in his eyes.  You knew you were both doomed. 
“Your mother might kill us,” you added, knowing that she would not be pleased that you were sleeping with her son.  
“If they don’t, Azriel definitely will,” Rhys replied immediately, and you were laughing up at him with your face still in his hand.  And he was smiling down at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.
You lingered there for a moment with you lips slightly open as Rhys’s face inched closer to yours.  You were a mere breath away, close enough to slide your lips together if either of you moved another inch.  You glanced up at Rhys’s eyes to find them darkened as he stared down at you, his eyes catching on your lips.
And then your hands with on his collar and you were pulling his body closer to yours, so that your lips could finally meet.
It probably was a bad idea, but in the moment, it felt so right.
Rhys’s lips against yours were warm and slow as he twisted his fingers into your hair.  You had expected his lips to be feverish, impatient, but he kissed you as though he wanted you to know that there was no rush. 
A whimper slipped from your lips, and you could feel Rhys smile into the kiss as his hand slotted into the nape of your neck, angling your head so he could slide his tongue into your mouth.
Kissing Rhys was perfection.  He seemed to listen for every slight hitch of your breathing, every moan, and every whimper, so that he could figure out exactly what you liked.  His mouth was sinful against yours.  Complete bliss. 
Rhys hitched your leg up so he could grind against your core.  You could feel his hard length brush against you, eliciting a moan from your lips.  Rhys groaned in response using his grip in your hair to pull your face closer to his so he could intensify the kiss.
And then he was pushing you backwards until your legs hit the edge of your bed.  You fell backwards easily, not letting any space get between your body and Rhys’s.
“Have you been thinking about this as much as I have, darling?”  Rhys whispered against your neck as he nipped at your skin.  “I haven’t stopped thinking about being inside you since that night.”
You moaned at the thought, sliding your hand underneath Rhys’s sleep pants.  He groaned loudly as your fingers wrapped around his leaking length, quickly moving to pull your robe off your body.
“Fuck, y’n, that feels so good,” Rhys moaned as you dragged your enclosed fisted up and down his length, enjoying the feeling of him in your hand.
And then he was pushing your hand off him and crawling down the bed laying gentle kisses in his wake.  When his mouth covered your core, his violet eyes meeting yours, you couldn’t help the moans that slipped from your lips.  He used his lethal, silver tongue to cause you to fall apart before him, savoring every noise that fell from your lips.
When he pulled away and was staring at you with sultry eyes as he wiped your juices from his mouth, you blushed.  The sight of your flushed face looking at him in awe nearly drove Rhys to the edge.
You pulled at Rhys’s pants, needing them gone. 
“You sure, baby?” Rhys panted, his cock twitching every time he looked at your body.  He knew that it had been your first time the other night, and he didn’t want to rush you or hurt you.
You nodded fervently.  “Please, Rhys.  I want you inside me.”
That was all he needed to spur him into action as he gently pushed himself inside you. 
“Gods, I wish I could be inside you forever,” Rhys growled when he was fully seated inside of you.  You whimpered at the thought, bucking your hips slightly in hopes of getting him to move.
“Eager, sweetheart?”  Rhys said with a laugh, but he was just as desperate.  He pulled out slowly before pushing back in again, the feeling making both of you moan.
When he found his pace, both of you lost in the feeling of each other, it didn’t take him long before he was coming undone inside of you.  As he finished, he stared into your eyes, mesmerized by your beauty.
“Fuck, that was perfect,” Rhys told you as he pulled out, letting his body fall on top of yours.  You laughed slightly, caressing his shoulders and back gently. 
And it had been perfect. Being with Rhys was so easy. His hands on your body seemed to put you at ease and pull you apart at the same time.
When you woke the next morning, you found you were still in Rhys’s bed, your body wrapped around his. It was nice, peaceful.
As you sat up, Rhys opened his eyes and smiled softly at you, clearly not minding that you had stayed the night in his bed.
“Morning, darling,” he greeted, his voice husky from sleep. His violet eyes took it upon themselves to rake over your still naked frame before he winked at you.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh at the male beside you. He was nothing but trouble.
“What are we doing, Rhys?” You sighed after a moment as Rhys started tracing his fingers down your sides.
“What feels right,” he offered with a smirk, and you supposed you couldn’t deny that. It certainly did feel right.
You didn’t say anything for a moment, enjoying the soft morning sunlight before you had to get up and get ready for the day.
Finally, Rhys broke the silence. “I told you I was going to ruin other males for you,” he whispered in your ear, his breath ghosting over your neck. “You didn’t think that just meant a one time thing, did you?”
Something about the way he said it stopped you from rolling your eyes. He was looking at you with open, gentle eyes as though he was begging you to understand what lay under his words.
Rhys leaned down and pressed a gentle, soft kiss to your lips before rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.
And you knew that this wouldn’t be the last time you found your way to his bed.
Rhys’s mother returned that morning, and though Rhys used his magic to mask your scent from her, she gave both you and Rhys knowing looks when you sat down across from her at the dinner table. However, she didn’t necessarily seem mad or disappointed. The look she gave you seemed to say that this was not unexpected.
“How was your trip?” You asked her gently. You knew that her relationship with Rhys’s father was not simple, but he was her mate.
She smiled at you with all the kindness and warmth she always gifted the four of you. She was the only mother figure you had ever known, and her warmth always settled something inside you.
“Oh, it was fine, thank you. I expect I’ll be making more frequent trips to Velaris soon,” she told you, but her eyes found her son’s.
“Anything I need to know about happen while I was gone?” She asked after a moment, and Cassian choked on his stew. You and Rhys purposely avoided his mother’s eyes.
She left it at that, didn’t press for more. But when you made your way upstairs to bed that night, you found a month’s supply of contraceptive tea waiting for you on your bed.
And so it began.
You and Rhys fell into each other’s beds whenever you could find a moment where you were relatively alone. Sometimes it was in the house when Cassian and Azriel were on scouting duty and Rhys’s mother was out. Other times it was the two of you sneaking into the forest and clinging to each other against a tree.
It was easy. It was fun.
Things remained fairly normal when you were around Azriel and Cassian, though you couldn’t help but notice that Rhys always lingered slightly closer than he used too. He seemed to always find some reason to have his hands on you.
If your brother and Azriel noticed, they didn’t say anything about it.
After one particular night when you had ended up in Rhys’s bed, you found yourself clinging to him as you tried to recover your breath.
“Enjoy yourself, darling?”  Rhys asked after a moment, and you could tell by his tone that he assumed he already knew the answer. 
“How does someone get an ego as large as yours?” You questioned with a laugh, adjusting so your wings were in a more comfortable position.
“It takes lots of time and energy to cultivate, darling,” Rhys retorted with a smirk as he brought his hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
“You’re ridiculous,” you told him with a smile, and you meant it wholeheartedly.  He was completely and utterly ridiculous, and no one made you feel the way he did.
“You love me,” Rhys murmured with a wink.  You rolled your eyes, trying desperately to hide the fact that maybe small part of you really did.
You didn’t say anything for a long moment, just let yourself enjoy the feeling of his body against yours. 
“Hey, Rhys?” You finally said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.
“Yes?”  Rhys’s hand had settled on your hip, tracing gentle circles on the soft skin.
“This is fun,” you told him with a small, smile.  It was as much as you were willing to admit to him.  And maybe he knew that.  Maybe he understood exactly what it was you were telling him. 
“Yeah, it is,” he replied, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 
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Why Nothing Sounds Quite Like LyreBird
Fans of RTVS may remember Joshua, beautiful baby boy of wayneradiotv. If you're like me, you might be wondering why Joshua stayed dead after LyreBird shut down. Why couldn't he be brought back with a different TTS? The fact is that LyreBird was a product of a very specific time in AI TTS. In March 2017, Google released a paper on Tacotron [1], one of the first AI TTS's with real success. In April 2017, LyreBird began showing off their TTS buisness [2]. As AI bros are wont to do they took that shit. LyreBird is a version of Tacotron. It incorporates technologies that would be published in the next few Tacotron papers [3] including multi-speaker, prosody encoding, and prosody prediction. And in February 2018, Tacotron 2 came out [4].
Tacotron 2 is better in every way. It's faster, better at imitation, and simpler. This makes it much more economical to run and fine-tune on a specific speaker, so every subsequent AI TTS is based off of Tacotron 2.
If you read the paper, Tacotron 1 has a lot of arbitrary and untested choices. It's clear that they published it in a hurry to prove that it could be done, but they hadn't refined it to cut the unnecessary fluff.
This brings me to why I'm writing this. I hope it's clear that I did a lot of research for this. That's because I did my best to recreate LyreBird, named LyingBard, and I've put it up for you to play with here.
You may notice though that it's not quite right. The main reason is that I had to go with a low quality version (reduction factor 5 for those who read the paper). A high quality version would take too long to train with my current set up and I'm almost certain that's what they used.
If I got about $100 in donations, I'm pretty sure I could get a high quality version trained in about a month. It still wouldn't sound exactly the same. Due to the chaotic nature of training a neural network, anything short of getting the actual files off LyreBird (now Descript's) servers won't make it sound exactly the same.
Regardless, LyingBard is here to stay. It's hosted on a free server so I have no reason to take it down. I'll be posting about updates here on this blog. I'm working towards getting custom voices ready at the moment and I've got some ideas for new features and fun toys for the future.
Thanks for reading!
Here's some sources if you wanna learn more about stuff I mentioned:
[1] https://arxiv.org/abs/1703.10135
[2] https://www.pcmag.com/news/lyrebird-can-listen-and-copy-any-voice-in-one-minute
[3] https://google.github.io/tacotron/
[4] https://arxiv.org/abs/1712.05884
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Smoke, Fire and Ash
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Angst, violence, fear, anxiety, PTSD, mentions of rape.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.
Note: Full speed ahead from here... Buckle the fuck in my babies, let's get this show on the road! I think we all knew that something was coming and here we are... Rapid fire posting from here on out, are you ready? Again, as always, thank you, thank you, thank you all so very much for all your love and continued support! You guys have made writing this so much fun! <3
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Chapter 97: Consequences 
The sun rose slowly that morning, the room being cast in its gentle warm glow.
Shadows danced across the wall, growing larger with every hour that passed, and every crawling step that the sun took to get higher and higher in the sky.
You laid as you were, nestled beneath the sheets, with your hand still reaching for the blade Aemond had gifted you upon his departure. 
Always ready.
Always waiting.
For him.
The maids woke alongside the sun, stretching long arms above their bodies to straighten their spines, vertebrae’s clicking into place and aches settling into their muscles after sleeping on chaises and chairs for many nights straight.
They rose, and helped you rise, dressing you in a deep black and red skirt, with a black leather bustier top. The shoulders were cuffed with metal, with long dripping hoops of chains that pressed cooly against the bare skin of your arms. The neck was high fitting, and splayed outwards like dragon wings. 
As you sat at the table, waiting for the two girls to bring you food to break your fast, Amala entered first, a short bow, and the quietest of apologies on her tongue. The action caused panic to rear its ugly head within you, and so you darted your head backwards towards the bed, seeking out the place you knew the blade to be hidden, with your eyes. 
Movement in your periphery, you turned your head, and met the deep brown eyes of Alicent Hightower, dressed in an even deeper green gown, tight arms and stiff neck, standing in your chambers. 
“Good Morrow, Princess.” She greeted you, hands clasped gently at her front.
Your brows twitched as you looked at her, “Alicent.”
The Dowager Queen walked towards you slowly, “I thought I might join you to break our fasts together.”
You blinked at the Hightower. Her hair was half up, half down, pinned away from her face in a thick braid that Helaena used to wear across the top of her scalp, auburn wisps curling away from her face, escaping the style.
You opened your palm towards Aemond’s empty seat. A silent invitation to join you. A motion for her to sit. An unlikely guest in your chambers whom you had no real power to turn away.
A guest in whom you had to welcome regardless of the desire to slit her throat.
Alicent moved slowly, as though she was floating across the stones. Her feet did not make sounds as she walked, an entirely silent ordeal that made you see Alicent in Aemond in more ways than you had thought before.
Both having to have been seen and not heard. Quiet and dutiful. It was all there, the reflection of a mother in her son. The silent resentment of all those around. The even quieter pain that lingered behind the pairs eyes, pain from duty, pain from having no voice, pain from being trapped to the shadows of men before them.
Pulling out her chair, she seated herself down, eyes flicking about the chambers in inspection.
What she was looking for, you did not know. 
It was not long until Joanna, helped by Amala, brought in the food and plates for the both of you. It was as if the Queen had planned this breakfast, and that it was not at all as spur of the moment as she wished it to seem.
Alicent Hightower was always making calculated moves. 
You wondered what this one was for.
“And how are you?” She asked gently, thanking the girls as they bowed and left the chambers for you to be alone with the older woman.
You cleared your throat, serving yourself a plate of food as you stared at her. You let out a deep sigh through your nose and responded, “I have been better.”
There was no point in lying to her, nor did you wish to soothe any anxieties she, in your opinion, was most likely to have. And though you wished to have nothing to do with the woman seated opposite you, there was no denying the similarities that you both shared. The combined struggle that the both of you would understand, even wordlessly.
You were both women.
Alicent mirrored your actions, serving herself a plate of eggs, toast and cooked tomatoes, “It seems to be something we can all agree on.”
You blinked at her.
“What happened to you,” She began, hands placed delicately in her lap, which you knew to mean she was picking at the skin of her nails, “Was a horrific set of unforeseen circumstances. The Gods-“
“Unforeseen.” You hummed, picking up your goblet of fresh juice taking a sip, “Unforeseen for myself and Aemond, perhaps. But the King and his Council knew that I was to be brought to the Throne Room that day. You knew.”
Alicent cut herself a piece of toast, smearing egg onto its crispy surface, “I had cautioned the King against such an-“
“Alicent, you could not caution an ant if you wished.”  You breathed, cutting into your own toast with far more vigour than needed.
“Aemond was not privy to know-“
“As I am now aware.” You swallowed the bread thickly, “Please be transparent about your coming today.”
Alicent’s doe-y features hardened, and the calculating serpent you had become accustomed to, was revealed to the room, though her eyes still stayed soft, “I came to speak to you about my son.”
“Which one? The rapist, my husband, or the corpse?”
The reminder of Daeron set Alicent’s teeth on edge, jaw clenched as she stared at you, “Aemond.” She grit out.
“My husband then." You gave her a clipped smile, "What did you need to speak to me of, which you could no doubt ask him yourself? Do you not have a better relationship with him than I?”
“I wished to hear it from your own lips.”
“My lips have said many things about your sons, my husband especially. What does the famed Green Queen want to know?” You sighed, munching on some star fruit as the Lady Alicent Hightower struggled to keep her frustrations at bay.
“Do you love him?”
You laughed. 
You didn’t mean to.
But you just did.
Alicent was not impressed, and seemed all together confused. 
“If I did not love him, I would not be here still.”
“You would. It is a marriage-“
“-I would have thrown myself from the window like Helaena if I did not, or ripped his throat out with my teeth..." You paused, "Or yours."
It was blunt. 
Raw.
And hurt the both of you.
You strummed your fingers against the table loudly, looking down as you contemplated your next words.
“I love him. That is the truth of it. A sick and twisted truth if anything, but something I could have never fought. The Gods made us for each other. It is known. But my love for him does not outweigh the hurt he has inflicted upon me. He is still a Kinslayer.”
Alicent tilted her head, leaning back in her chair, chestnut waves falling over her shoulder, “As are you." One singular eyebrow raised, "I think you seem to forget.”
“How can one forget a life one took?" You spoke flatly, disinterested in the actions of the past, "My only consolation was that it was war when I did it. Aemond however, pushed the first piece on the board to start the others that fell. Like mother, like son.”
Alicent ate another piece of her eggs daintily, lifting to her lips with her fork, before swallowing, “The both of you are Kinslayers, acursed in the eyes of the people.”
You gave her a toothy grin, “Then what better way than to have those who are acursed as Kinslayers to be wed to each other. It would surely bring damnation and shame to any other husband or wife and their House, but the Gods made it so that we are together as one. In actions. In sin. In love. A small mercy really.”
Alicent gave an uneven smile, placing her cutlery back onto her plate, “It's strange, I must admit. The predicament we find ourselves in. But if anything, I am glad that it was you. That meek Baratheon girl would not have survived my son, I'm afraid.”
You frowned, and Alicent continued, “I would have no better match for Aemond. You have both always loved each other. You know each other better than anyone else, and at times, though it pains me to admit it, you know my son better than I do. You see him. All of him. The good and the bad. My parts that played in it, and yours. And I believe the Seven helped to bring you together.”
“It was the Old Gods, not the Seven.”
Alicent merely stared at you for a time, picking her napkin up to dab at her lips before placing the napkin back on the table, “With any luck, Aemond should return soon.” She stood, pushing her chair back as she smoothed out her skirts.
“Godspeed.” You prayed, and watched as she bowed and left your chambers. 
You finished your breakfast without the presence of the Dowager Queen, and when you were done, you made your way down to the Library to read.
When you entered the Library it was quiet and still, with one lone servant stoking the flames in the large fireplace, placing three to four large logs inside carefully.
As they heard your entrance, they bowed at the hip, keeping their face to the ground before they scuttled out of the room like a rodent.
You perused the isles of books for some time, fingers tracing over the worn spines, and dusted covers. Leather and embroidered tomes combined. As you came to one isle in particular, you thought back on the way Aemond had taken you against the shelves, face diving between your folds, his tongue lapping at you feverently before spearing you upon his cock.
Your core clenched at the memory.
Picking a tome at random, you pulled the heavy leather bound book from the shelf, making your way to seat yourself before the fire as you opened it up in your lap. The first page was worn, and faded, but the script was slanted beautifully by a careful hand.
‘Maegor the Cruel, The Usurpation of Aegon the Uncrowned, and The Seven Faith Militant. A History.’
You had picked quite the intense read, but began it nonetheless.
‘Maegor the First was the son of King Aegon the First and his eldest sister-wife, Queen Visenya Targaryen. Maegor was born of fire and blood, the prodigy of Aegon the Conqueror, A King who laid waste to all the realms who did not bend the knee on the back of Balerion the Black Dread. Maegor the Cruel had an older half-brother, Aenys the First, who was said to be a fair and just Prince.’
The day floated by as you read the history of Maegor and his violent rise to power.
‘Maegor had six wives, to which the Faith strongly rebuked, polygamy a sin in the eyes of the Seven Faith. Ceryse Hightower, and Alys Harroway - who was later killed by his third wife Tyanna of the Tower. Then, there were the Black Brides; Elinor Costayne, Jayne Westerling, and his niece, Rhaena Targaryen.’
The warmth of the fire settled over you gently, and your eyes excitedly read each page as you got more and more into the violence of the Cruel King. You had read the history once before, but you had been young and under the Septa’s supervision, which made learning about him boring and irksome. 
By now you had gotten half way through the tome.
‘At the death of his father, Aegon the First, his brother Aenys ascended the throne. Maegor was still exiled for his sins in marrying a second wife, and soon after his ascent to the Iron Throne, King Aenys passed. Maegor seized the throne, and crowned himself King. Yet his rule would not be an easy one. Some moons later, Prince Aegon, Maegor’s nephew, laid claim to the Iron Throne, as was his birth right.’
The sound of the library doors echoed in the chambers, but you did not raise your head.
‘Prince Aegon’s claim was supported by several Lords of the Westerlands and Riverlands, and so the Prince marched at the head of an army, fifteen thousand men strong. Queen Tyanna, Maegor’s third wife and the Mistress of Whispers, warned that Maegor's allies would turn on him for his nephews claim if there was show of his prevail. In the Battle Beneath The Gods Eye, Maegor and Aegon’s armies clashed, and fought in a bloody and brutal battle. Men were slain from their horses by archers and swordsman, dragon fire lay waste to hundreds of men, the earth under The Gods Eye was soaked with blood, and many soldiers sank into its red mud. Though it came to an end, Maegor slew his nephew and his dragon Quicksilver, tearing them from the sky on the back of the mighty Black Dread. Maegor the Cruel was thenceforth known for his cruelty and labeled a Kinslayer.’
“Princess, Y/n.” A voice pulled you from your book. Your eyes lifted from the page to meet Ser Criston Cole’s.
You straightened your back, looking to the two guards who flanked him either side, feeling a strange sense of dejavu from the scene before you. 
“Ser Cole.” You greeted him warily, placing the book atop the table in front of you and standing, body ready to take flight.
Ser Criston lifted his head high, “King Aegon has requested for your presence in the Throne Room.”
You blinked, and you stomach did a small flip, fear rising in your throat.
“And I suppose these guards are there to enforce my presence?”
The two men shifted, their armour scratching against each other, eyes aimed at the wall behind you.
Ser Cole breathed, “No, My Lady.”
“Then tell the King I am busy.” You moved to sit back down, but Ser Cole took a step forward towards you. 
It was clear then, that there was no real choice.
Not that you ever had one in the Keep.
It was not a casual invitation that they would like you to believe it was, much like Alicent's breaking her fast with you that morning, but they were not dragging you to the Throne Room, kicking and screaming as they did last time.
It did little to soothe your wrought nerves, but it was at least something.
The small voice in the back of your head screamed that it would be another Maester situation. Your intuition told you to run. Your baser instincts told you to fight.
But what if it was one of the maids?
Panic shot through you, and so you nodded, walking across the room, feeling as though each step further settled your doom. But you could not leave them. If it was one of the maids, if Larys had discovered them, you would not abandon them now in their time of need.
Ser Cole bowed his head to you, holding the door open before he began to lead you to the Iron Throne, the two guards walking closely behind you, ready to snatch you if you so chose to run.
Each step of the men was a shuffle of robes and armour, and you watched the sword on Ser Criston’s side sway heavily with each step, its long blade tapping the side of his thigh.
Each sway reminded you of how Aegon’s hand had swung down, separating the old mans head from his neck. How your Grandsire's blade had tipped at Aegon's side as he descended the steps of the Iron Throne to stand before you.
The blood. 
So much blood.
On you.
On the stones. 
You wondered for a moment, if the stain would still be there, or if they had tasked some poor servants to scrub it out of the porous surface as though their lives depended on it.
You tried to steady your breathing. Counting each step as you saw the large doors to the Iron Throne. Fifty-one. Fifty-Two. Fifty-Three. Fifty-Four.
Kings guards opening the heavy wood doors with steel bracketing along its face to let you in. 
Ser Cole walked ahead of you announcing you to the chambers, as you held your hands behind you, fingers digging sharply into the flesh of your palm. The King Maker voiced boomed as you looked to Aegon, who was seated upon the throne, lazily leaning on one side with his chin in his palm, as though summoning you back to the Throne Room was a chore and a bore. 
The Small Council were about the chambers, dressed in their robes and House colours, watching you with careful and guarded eyes, though nervousness shifted their bodies.
And there, beside the throne, once again, was Aemond. 
His presence did little to settle your nerves.
It was happening again.
Gods, please, help me.
Aemond's gaze had snapped to you as soon as you had entered, and although he stood tall and stiff, hands behind his back and face impassive, your presence had clearly come as a surprise.
Again.
Aemond looked blindsided. 
Completely at a loss as to why you were there, and it showed in his eye. 
The Prince looked as though he had only just arrived back in Kings Landing, dressed still in his riding leathers, hair pulled back and away from his face by braids, and lips pressed into a thin line. His brows had furrowed as he looked at you.
But Aemond hadn’t come straight to you as he usually did. 
Something was amiss.
“Husband,” You called out to him, schooling your voice to hide the rising panic, “I am gladdened to see you hale and hearty and returned home.” You gave him a small smile, and turned to the King, “You requested my presence, Your Grace?”
Aegon did not smile at you. 
He did not even sneer. 
The King merely stared at you with his intense, violet eyes, lips slightly pursing in thought before straightening into a flat line, much like his brother. But beneath those bright eyes you had come to fear, there was something simmering beneath.
Rage.
Swallowing and sensing that you were in danger, you turned to face your husband again, “Did you find the men who were responsible at the Red Fork?”
Aemond was still, shoulders tensed, head turning to look up at his brother who still sat staring at you, crown atop his head. You watched as your husbands lips opened to speak.
Otto Hightower stepped forward, his greying and receding hair shimmering in the light that poured in from the windows. His robes of green were trimmed with fur around his neck and chest, and the pin of the Hand of the King sat against his breast.
“You stand before King Aegon the Second, rightful heir to the Iron Throne.” His voice sent chills down your spine, skin breaking beneath your nails in your palm. It was happening again, “You have been brought before the King and his Council to answer for the crimes you are being charged.”
Your immediate thought was to turn to Aemond, to ask him what was happening, to beg him for help, but you remembered the last time this had happened. You remembered the last time he had stood there and watched.
You remembered as he had done nothing.
You remembered that you were alone.
Again.
Otto straightened, a ringing in your ears beginning to grow louder, “You are accused of treason; For the slaying of the Kings unborn child, aided by the traitor Maester. You are accused of conspiring with Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen against the Crown. You are accused of attempting to recruit Prince Aemond Targaryen to turn cloak and help your mothers cause. How do you plead against these charges?”
“What?” Your voice was so small, and sounded so far away.
This was it.
There was no going back now.
Aegon straightened on the monstrous throne of melted swords, “The Princess was given a gift by the Seven when my seed was put into her womb. She had made a confession to ensuring the death of her pregnancy out of spite when the Maester was charged. She has murdered my son. The Kings son. A highest of treasons.”
Your throat felt dry, “You raped me.”
Aegon’s lip twitched from the smirk he was holding back, “The Princess seduced me with promises of good behaviour for favours and fruit. Star fruit is your favourite, is it not?”
Aegon moaned as he heard you whimper, and let go of your throat, a lungful of air racing through your mouth as you gasped. Aegon fucked himself into you, the sound of his grunts and his flesh slapping against yours filled the chambers with your sobs. 
Aemond bristled beside his brother, eye narrowed on you. His posture was straight, and as your eyes flicked from one brother to the other, you realised there was no hope.
There was no hope for you.
Aemond had made his choice. 
And it was never to be you.
Aegon leant forward on the throne, silver hair shimmering in the light, “The Princess came to me after Prince Aemond left for Harrenhal. She was alone and angry at knowing that my brother was having an affair with the bastard wet-nurse, Alys Rivers. She begged me to warm her bed, and to give her an heir so that my brother would not suspect a thing.”
“You think the Knight would help you?” Aegon sneered, as you thrashed beneath him, pushing at him with all your strength, “Do you think he would listen to you? I could command him to come in here and make him watch, and he would do it. Should I call him for you?” He growled, fingers tightening around your throat, the room beginning to spin. 
You swallowed thickly, the sounds of Aegon’s grunts breaking forth in your memory.
The night he attacked you.
The night he raped you.
The night that changed everything.
“That's a lie.” Your voice cracked, looking up at the King, “You came to my chambers, and held me down, and raped me.” Your eyes flicked across the room, meeting a pair of distressed brown ones, “Alicent, you know this to be the truth. You were there. You helped me.”
Alicent stepped forward, turning to her son, “Is this true, Aegon? Perhaps the Princess had not known the implications. The Maester must have deceived her, or forced her to do as she did under threat.”
Alicent had given you Moon Tea after Aegon. 
She knew.
And she was lying.
"You're lying!" You sneered at the auburn haired woman.
Aegon looked down at his mother in mock pity, “Lord Larys Strong told me that she had been given Moon Tea after she was given my son. She had willingly and enthusiastically drank it, as she knew it was my child inside of her.”
Your stomach twisted in knots, and you felt as though you were going to be sick. But the anger of seeing Alicent play games with her own son, whilst her other watched you, was simply too much for you to bear. 
Damn them all.
“The Queen gave me the Moon Tea.” You declared, voice clipped, "Is that not an act of treason? Try your own blood before the Council for the sins of your flesh.” Your hands came down to your side, clenched into fists. 
You were not going to die in cowardice. 
You would bite, and scratch, and claw until the end.
As you always had done.
“Princess Y/n, might I remind you that you are before the Small Council and King Aegon. You will have time to speak for your innocence when the King has finished his petition.” Otto cautioned you.
Your breathing became laboured, shallow, angry breaths that heaved. 
It was that rage again.
That same rage that you had pushed down and away, that had been there at your finger tips, just beneath the surface of your skin, hiding in the shadows. The rage that you had clipped and preened like a rose bush, to not prick yourself on its thorns. 
A rage that was innately yours. 
Aegon straightened himself, the golden chains that sat heavily against his chest swaying with movement. He shifted, pulling himself to be seated in a stiff and upright position, as though one of the swords he was seated upon had slipped up his spine. 
He looked every bit his mother.
And then he thought. 
And the silence of the chambers was almost as deafening as the ringing in your ears. The pounding of your heart in your head, the rushing of the blood in your veins. You felt every bone in your body, the weight of them, the feel of them. Every tooth in your skull felt as though they were not sitting correctly, your tongue heavy and too large for your mouth. 
Aemond shifted again in your periphery, taking two short steps forward towards you.
Coward.
“Swear yourself to me.” The King boomed in the chambers, his voice echoing in the space and decision made. 
Aegon pushed himself to stand, looking down his nose at you.
“Bend the knee, and swear me as your King.”
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see-arcane · 11 months
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Jokes aside Jonathan must have felt so very vulnerable after that night. Getting both scared and horny for the first time in his life aside, now he realized that the Count 1. Has claimed him as his own 2. Has moved from touching/grabbing/pulling him to taking the liberty to undressing him 3. Yet is the least dreadful thing here and the one he can go to seek protection and safety from
Points 1 through 3 have already been picked to death so I won't beat them any further into the ground. But the 'Mark me down as scared and horny!' of it all is something that legit has me going back and forth, so I'll hop on that.
Jonathan does state outright that he finds the Brides attractive, or, specifically, that he wants them to kiss him.
"All three had brilliant white teeth that shone like pearls against the ruby of their voluptuous lips. There was something about them that made me uneasy, some longing and at the same time some deadly fear. I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips."
The most straightforward read on this and his ensuing ~dreadful anticipation~ is that Jonathan is A) Naturally attracted to the hot vampire ladies and/or B) Having natural attraction being enhanced on a supernatural-hypnosis level. I can see either being in play. But I don't think it's the most interesting--or terrifying--read.
The first thing I want to nitpick here is that this almost definitely is not him feeling lustful for the first time in his life (we'll learn more on that point later in the novel ala his relationship with Mina being A Lot 👀). Jonathan knows what attraction is, emotionally and sexually, from being a staunch Minasexual. Which is a not-quite-exaggerated way of saying I personally see Jonathan skewing more towards the demisexual and biromantic side of the scale. In that lens, he has the potential to be attracted to anyone regardless of gender, but first they have to win his interest/heart before he even starts connecting any sexy dots.
Minor spoilers, but through the whole novel, Jonathan does not refer to Mina with any physical descriptors when he gushes about her. It's always a reference to her character, to her actions, to Mina being Mina. Which I think is interesting when put in context with his fixation on describing Dracula and the Brides' appearances, be that in attracted, repulsed, or frightened terms. Because the vampires are the only ones who get that reaction out of him. And I think the former, the automatic physical attraction, is its own unique red flag to him; though he may not have the language for it. It's not just him being ashamed to feel attraction or to write it down when Mina might see it someday.
It's because that attraction is probably not even his.
He doesn't know these women. All beautiful, certainly. But strangers. They haven't spoken with him, haven't endeared themselves to him, haven't done one (1) single thing to provide an excuse for his highly reserved libido to pay attention. And I doubt he's gone his whole life blind to any pretty people in his vicinity. Hot people have happened to him before and he has not cared because for Jonathan, care has to precede lust.
What the Brides have done is introduce a wholly alien sensation to him--an instant arousal that was injected rather than awoken from some natural place in him. It makes me think of Toxoplasma gondii, that fun little parasite that switches off rodents' natural predator response to cats and makes them docile when the pretty kitty creeps up with their mouth open. And while the Brides' and Dracula's trance effect does get the basic job done of Keeping the Victim Still and Compliant, having the side effect of forcing a bodily reaction on that intimate of a level is a violation in itself.
Though it does have a purpose too. Because the very first thought Jonathan has upon seeing them turns out to be the most dangerous one: He wants them to kiss him.
The One Thing that will see him bled to death, then undeath. Which has its own super fun parallel in things like, say, the fucking Cordyceps fungus that turns ants into zombies forced to aid in their own and others' slavery/destruction.
And while Stoker wasn't in on all the scientific lookalikes in the animal kingdom, I doubt that Jonathan's mesmerized fixation on wanting to be kissed first and foremost, running on in a written stupor about lips and teeth and breath, was an accident.
Just like a mouse holding still as the cat scoops it into their maw.
Just like an ant crawling up to the sun so it can burst with spores and share its half-life demise with its fellows.
Hold still, dear. You want to hold still for us, don't you? Of course you do. Good boy. Here. Have a kiss.
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leejungchans · 2 years
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seventeen as streamer boyfriends
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༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !
requested by anon : is streamer au on the table for the 1k event :0 if it is then can i request hcs of svt as ur streamer bf :3 if not then u can just ignore this / change it up , no worries !! thenkuu n congrats on the 1k :D
a/n: thank you so much for the well wishes and for requesting 💗 i hope you like this and i had a lot of fun writing this!!
word count | 1.6k
pairing | seventeen x gn!reader
genre | fluff, streamer au
note | i’m not a gamer by any means so there’s a lot of gaming terminology/games that idk, so most of the games mentioned here i looked up online 💔 also tyty to my lovely nny @joshuas @seungcy for helping me w some of these <3
warning(s) / includes | mild swearing, food mentions
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⋆͛♡⋆͛ seungcheol
definitely a gamer. gets really, really competitive and probably lets a few muttered curses slip when he loses, before realising he’s streaming live and turns to the camera with an innocent smile, like “if you’re a child please pretend you never heard anything ☺️”. no one’s really complaining though because he’s attractive when he’s frustrated, especially whenever his jaw clenches and he rolls up his sleeves before starting over. his viewers always know when you’re around because he always has the most lovesick smile as he looks off-camera and mouths something to you, usually a “hi, baby” or asking if you want to come say hi to everyone. he’s literally soooo boyfie and his viewers always joke about wanting to steal him from you…that is, until you started appearing more in his streams and now they want to steal you, which makes him so pouty.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ jeonghan
mostly games during his streams and yells when he loses or dies unexpectedly, his viewers don’t really mind because his yells sound really cute. sometimes he’ll join public servers and when he comes across snobby, entitled kids he makes it a very personal mission to humble them. “hannie, did you just make another twelve-year-old rage quit?” “mm…maybe…” prefers to keep your identity private, but during some particularly stressful games he’ll ask for cuddles and his viewers can see him wrapping his arms around your torso, squishing his cheek against you with a pout on his face while he whines about how hard the game is. a menace (affectionate), will have asmr streams just so he can suddenly scream and scare the shit out of everyone, no one knows why they still fall for it.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ joshua
the softest, most wholesome streamer. everyone wants him and wants to be him. streams a wide variety of content from baking and cooking to jamming sessions where he plays his guitar and covers different songs. regardless, his streams always look really aesthetically pleasing, especially during his jamming sessions when he changes his colour-changing light to blue or purple for the ~vibes~. everyone loves his voice because it’s so dreamy and melodic, so despite him involving sunday morning in every. single. stream. no one tells him to stop. talks about you all the time and it’s just so painfully obvious how in love he is because everything reminds him of you. “i’m making ___ for dinner because it’s their favourite”, “i saw a really cute cat today and it looked so much like them”, “i wonder when they’ll be home, they’ve been gone for a while”. (it’s only been half an hour…)
⋆͛♡⋆͛ jun
another gamer! usually pretty quiet when he’s gaming except when he lets out loud groans or yells after losing, think jeonghan’s asmr from hell except in jun’s case the sudden sounds are unintentional 😭 when he gets especially heated he starts rambling or swearing in mandarin and it’s so fast that barely anyone can catch what he’s saying. takes a break from gaming by streaming more chill content, like answering his viewers’ questions while inviting you to take the most absurd buzzfeed quizzes with him like “which unpopular pizza topping matches your personality”. makes your stomach hurt from laughing every time because he gets oddly (yet endearingly) defensive about the results since they’re never accurate. (“what the fuck is ‘anchovy’ supposed to mean???”)
⋆͛♡⋆͛ soonyoung
tried to play the more intense games like league of legends, call of duty and five nights at freddy’s before realising they’re not really his thing, so now he streams himself playing animal crossing and it’s soooo wholesome. his house is tiger-themed from the wallpaper to the flooring to the decor, and his viewers are 120% supportive of his mission to collect all the tiger villagers for his island for max horangi power 🐯✊ sometimes you’ll play too and it’ll consist of at least ten minutes of you two chasing and whacking each other with your nets while giggling manically. he also started occasionally streaming him dancing or creating new choreographies and his duality always shocks those who are new to his channel.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ wonwoo
the Ultimate™ gamer bf, you can’t change my mind—he was made for this au. sometimes he’s so focused on the game that he forgets he’s streaming and all you hear is the sound of furious typing, but he makes up for it by looking cute in the cat-ear headphones that you got him. you didn’t expect him to wear them while streaming, but ever since you gifted him those headphones he has never gone back to his previous ones. he later bought you the same cat-ear headphones but in a different colour so you could match <3 gives really good advice when he’s chatting to his viewers in between games and they love how soft-spoken and wise he is.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ jihoon
most of his streams are him pulling all-nighters in his studio working on music, even if he’s not particularly chatty in those times he still really appreciates having his viewers’ company because it can sometimes get lonely being cooped up inside :( but ever since he started dating you, you make frequent appearances on his streams to chat with his viewers while holding his hand as he works <3 if he’s feeling cheeky he’ll tease his soon-to-be-released song (everyone went crazy over “shit, this is red too”). somehow became friends with soonyoung which treated his viewers to interesting autotuned raps about being a tiger……rawr.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ seokmin
has the voice of an angel, so he blesses us mortal folk by streaming his heavenly song covers. brings his friends (cough, joshua, cough) to sing duets with him whenever possible. the sweetest boy on the platform and does his best to respond to every live comment even though they whizz by so quickly </3 it’s impossible to feel sad when you’re watching his streams, every bit of him radiates positive energy. occasionally does more lifestyle-esque streams, usually of you two running errands together. one time you two rated all the dogs you came across on the street from 1-10. (spoiler: every dog got 11)
⋆͛♡⋆͛ mingyu
the malewife of the platform who games occasionally. his viewers think it’s both hilarious and adorable when a beefy, six-foot man curls up into a tiny ball while playing horror games. (playfully) flirts with his viewers and gives the camera seductive glances, but panics when it leads to a sudden influx of tips and begs people to stop giving him money 😭 constantly demands cuddles and kisses when he loses a game. his viewers love watching his cooking streams where he tests out new recipes because it’s really just him doing 90% of the work but still acting like you won masterchef for cutting one (1) onion. never gets annoyed when you sneak bites of food in between preparations, he thinks you’re cute <3
⋆͛♡⋆͛ minghao
think modern bob ross where he invites his viewers to grab a snack and relax as he paints whatever inspires him in the moment. everyone is begging for a closet tour at this point because he’s never worn a bad outfit from the day he started his channel. asmr not from hell: also does streams where he makes paint from scratch because the sounds of him grinding pigments or his palette knife gently scraping against the glass are very soothing. occasionally he’ll invite you to do cute couple challenges with him, like following a bob ross video but with audio only which always ends in a fit of contagious giggles during the moment of truth.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ seungkwan
such a sweet person :( is here to have a good time, so he’s pretty active and loves doing chatty streams where he plays trivia games with his viewers. keeps up with the gossip especially if you’re a long-time viewer, will absolutely ask you for updates on your pet goldfish stacy. did you buy her a bigger tank like you said you would last time? regularly streams with vernon where they play games like quiplash, questions their friendship and his life every time vernon comes up with a cursed answer. his viewers love whenever you join him while he’s watching true crime documentaries, there’s just something so endearing about you two stuffing your faces with snacks while complaining about how incompetent the authorities responsible for those unsolved cases were.
⋆͛♡⋆͛ vernon
unbothered king, here for the vibes. @/seungcy says he’s the type to play valorant and stare into the camera like 😳 when he wins. has really good taste in music and graphic tees, probably has tons of vinyl records lying in the back or hanging on the walls. makes seungkwan heavily question their friendship with his quiplash answers. started weekly movie watches because he’ll take any excuse to rewatch the shrek movies. the two of you are also on a mission to rank the barbie movies though you always get distracted by the songs and end up belting them at the top of your lungs. it’s okay, his viewers forget about your rankings too because you look so cute resting your head on his shoulder with his hand on your knee <3 (island princess has yet to be dethroned)
⋆͛♡⋆͛ chan
kinda sucks at games (affectionate) but he makes up for it with determination and perseverance, and his viewers let it slide because he’s cute. asks for game recommendations and regrets it every time because people won’t stop making him play the spooky ones. is terrified and flinches at the tiniest noises but will vehemently deny it. no one is allowed to bring up the time he screamed when you barged into the room asking him what type of pizza to order. also likes watching romance movies/shows while you’re wearing your matching hoodies and cuddling. if you see him crying at the sad parts just move along and don’t point it out <3 he’s cute ig.
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ezrasbirdie · 4 months
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here [catalyst 'verse, joel miller x f!reader x frankie morales]
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summary: It's hard feeling like a third wheel. rating/warnings: E [reader girl returns, angst and boy do I mean angst, very bad communication, extremely jealous reader, Joel and Frankie are kind of huge (unintentional) assholes, everyone is kind of an idiot, lots of feelings, soft Frankie, soft Joel, bossy Joel, sub!Frankie, dom!Joel, dom!reader, smut, the tiniest bit of alcohol use, MMF dynamics, M/M dynamics, POV switches, unprotected PIV, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected anal (M receiving), excessive pulling of Frankie's hair, i think that's it] wc: ~6.2k a/n: please go to @ezrasbirdie-updates to be notified of updates! the boys are BACK! I've been working on this one for a while. This is one is an outlier--I just had to address the growing pains they'd have in a relationship with this kind of dynamic. i hurt my own feelings writing the first half of this, if that tells you anything. after this i have plenty of adorable shit planned for them, so no worries please. @haylzcyon really came through for me on this one, including figuring out the name so I didn't delay posting this for another 75 hours. so thank u hayley ilysm<3 dividers by @saradika-graphics!
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Frankie really likes Joel. 
When they go on dates, Joel holds the door open for him. When Frankie complains that he’s bored, Joel shows up with a fishing pole and a cooler full of sandwiches and beer. Joel listens when he tells him those deep, dark secrets he’s already shared with you, and he doesn’t judge him at all for it. 
And he doesn’t even need to tell you this because Frankie’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him. But he does tell you, all the time, about how happy he is, how happy you make him, how happy Joel makes him. 
What they had for dinner last night. 
The movie they saw last week. 
And every time he tells you something, you kiss him on the forehead and tell him how happy you are for him—this was your idea, after all. You encouraged this. Every time he mentions Joel now, you swallow that pinprick of jealousy, ignoring the way it carves its way down your throat and lodges itself in your gut. 
Does he ever talk about you like that to Joel? Do they even talk about you at all? Does Joel just give him things you can’t; does he like them more?
God, you knew this would be messy at first, but you didn’t realize it would hurt, too. Part of it is no one’s fault—work’s been busy, and from what Joel’s told you, he’s been busy, too. 
Not that he tells you much.  
He hasn’t opened up easily, regardless of how friendly he’d been the night you met. Maybe he’s just been tired, maybe he’s not as interested in getting to know you as Frankie had implied—you don’t know. 
That doesn’t mean you don’t like him. He’s solid and comforting, and when the three of you are together he’s attentive and sweet and just as interested in you as you are in him. 
It isn’t as though you haven’t tried get him on his own—you certainly have. But he’s always busy, or too tired, and eventually, you stop pushing so hard for it. If he wants to see you outside of Frankie, he’ll let you know. 
Frankie does his best to split his time, to give you both equal parts of himself, but you know that isn’t realistic. Frankie has a daughter and a job and NA meetings, and Joel lives right next door, and unless you move, you’ll always see Frankie less. That’s just logistics, and you don’t want to nag. The last thing you want is to give Frankie a reason to go back to Joel and complain. 
If you’re honest—honest in a way that makes your throat close up because if you’re that honest you might lose Frankie and some of Frankie is better than none of Frankie—you just want to know why Joel changed his mind about you. Or where you got the idea it would be more of the three of you, and less of Frankie telling you about the fun things they did without you. It’s not malicious; he’s trying to involve you, but it still stings.
The healthy part of you that listens to her therapist and believes she deserves good things knows that you should talk to him about this. You should tell him that his actions are hurtful and that you think you misunderstood what both of them wanted. The other part of you is scared he’ll just confirm your fears, and that will be the end of it. No more Frankie, no more Joel, just you and your little pottery wheel at the community center dodging your ex-boyfriend after his meetings let out. 
Ex-best friend. 
That one hurts more, you think. 
It doesn’t help that Frankie leaves his things at your place all the time. At first, it was a really cute habit, like he’d always have a reason to see you again, but now it just means driving out of your way to drop off whatever he'd forgotten—keys, wallet, jackets. 
You knock on the door out of politeness—his truck’s in the driveway, and you could probably walk right in, but it’s a habit. You’d texted him that you’d be by, and he responded with “k” and you didn’t know what the fuck to make of that, so you, of course, stewed all the way there. 
The door’s unlocked, but no one’s in the living room as you let yourself in. 
“Frankie?” You call softly, setting your purse down.
There’s no answer, but you can hear movement in the bedroom. You’re a little nervous, wandering into his house alone, but you’re his girlfriend. 
Joel probably does this all the time. 
Jesus, you really hate being jealous of Joel.
The door is slightly ajar, and your presence goes completely unnoticed as you push it open. Your mouth drops at what’s happening in front of you, goosebumps erupting as you squeeze your thighs together. 
This must be what Frankie felt when he caught Joel’s hand up your skirt, but a million times more. 
Joel’s draped over Frankie’s prone form, not an inch of room between their writhing bodies. Frankie’s in another world, eyes rolled into the back of his head as Joel fucks and fucks and fucks into him, groaning as Frankie makes inhuman noises. They’re both glistening and beautiful and you should leave, you should not be here, they did not invite you to this—
But Joel looks up before you can back out and leave the jacket on the back of the couch. He bares his teeth when he sees you, and it hits you—this man loves being watched. 
And despite your jealousy, he is magnificent to watch.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he breathes, pistoning faster into Frankie until his hips stutter as he comes. “Look, baby.” Frankie lets out a soft whine when he spots you in the door, spasming and clenching underneath Joel, his hips digging hard into the mattress. His mouth falls open as he breathes through his orgasm.
God, he's pretty.
Your keys dig into your hand, Frankie’s jacket clutched in your fist. “I—I brought your jacket,” you sputter. “Sorry.”
Frankie’s so out of it that he can barely speak. Joel extricates himself slowly, murmuring something that makes Frankie relax, and it’s so tender you look down at your feet. 
He’s beautiful like this, all lost in himself. You should go to him, curl yourself around him, but you can’t make yourself cross the threshold. You don’t belong here right now.
They look so much better together.
Joel's still breathing heavily as he slips on his boxers and meets you at the bedroom door, and you hand him the jacket on autopilot. “Here,” you murmur, looking away from him. “I gotta get to work. Sorry again.”
It’s not a lie—you do need to get to work, but Joel won’t let you go that easy. 
“Why're you apologizin', darlin’?” He asks all soft and concerned, like he hadn’t fucked the life out of your boyfriend thirty seconds ago. He’s shining with sweat, panting with exertion as he squeezes your arms. Your eyes flit to his boxers, his softening cock still infuriatingly impressive underneath them. 
“‘I gotta go. Gonna be late,” you say, avoiding the question as you slip from his grasp.
“Sweetheart,” he says, but you turn away, striding down the hall and out of the front door. He doesn't come after you.
Jealousy snakes through your chest and into your stomach, cracking every rib on its way down as you glare at the cozy little house in the gloomy weather. Why should you be mad about something you encouraged? Something you said you wanted for him?
How could you possibly be upset when this was all your fault? Weren’t you the one who pressed their faces together like life-sized Ken dolls? 
You have no right to be hurt.
But you are. 
You’re supposed to be a part of it, dammit. It isn’t fair. You wanted Frankie first, you loved him first, you waited for him to be ready. It felt like they'd used your body as a bridge to get to each other, and now they could tear it down and never look back. 
But Frankie wouldn’t do that to you, would he? Frankie loves you. He loves you, he said so; he told you he’d been in love with you for a long time. 
Maybe he just thought he was. 
It’s late when you get off work and find half a dozen missed texts from Frankie.
Are you okay? 
What happened?
Why did you leave :(
What’s wrong? 
Please answer me when you can
We really need to talk
There's even a missed call from Joel.
Your insides curdle at that last text, but Frankie calls before you can think of an answer.
“Hey—”
“Can you come over?” He interrupts. You look at the clock and sigh. 
Why can’t you just live closer?
Austin housing prices, that’s why. 
“Yeah,” you say. “I need to get gas. Be there in a few.”
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Frankie’s never been this worked up in front of Joel. After you left—fled, really—he’d been upset all day. Hell, your hasty departure surprised Joel so much he thought about going down to where you worked to see if you were okay, but Frankie managed to talk him out of that.
“I just don’t know why she’d leave like that—like she was disgusted. It’s not like she hasn’t seen us together. And she knows—she said she was okay with everything. Was it—is she—” 
But Joel isn’t so sure that she has seen them together, not like that, now that he thinks about it. “She wasn’t disgusted, baby. I just don’t think she’s seen us quite like that before. You ever get like that with just her?” 
“What do you mean?” Frankie asks, running his hat through his hands. 
“All…you know, like that. Babbling and out of your mind like that. You ever gotten like that with her?”
Frankie’s mouth drops open like he hadn’t even considered it. He shakes his head. “It’s not something I ever thought of before you,” he says. “Letting myself go like that. You think she’s…what, jealous? She’s the one that’s been encouraging me to explore!”
Joel huffs a laugh at the idea of Frankie being the one exploring. The amount of things Joel’s learned about himself in the last few months could fill a library.
“I know she has. We ain't like that with her, usually, you know? Could be she didn't realize you would be...different when we're alone.”
Frankie stops his pacing and stares at him. “We—she likes when I—fuck, I thought—”
“C’mere,” Joel interrupts. Frankie doesn’t even question it—he just climbs into Joel’s lap and lets the older man stroke his hair. “This is still new for her, too. You ever wanted to let her boss you around?”
“Yeah,” Frankie sighs. “But I…I dunno, I asked a woman for that once and she told me to man up. So I just never asked again. It's not like I don't like being in charge.” 
“She don't know that. And she ain’t your ex. She’s fuckin’ two men who’re fuckin’ each other.” Joel says, trying to lighten the mood. It works a little, if Frankie’s chuckle is anything to go by. Joel’s lips find Frankie’s, as they so often do these days. There’s no heat in their kiss; it’s all comfort and delicate reassurance, and Frankie relaxes for the first time in hours. 
“You don’t think she hates me or…or thinks I’m weird?” He asks.
“No, honey. Nothin’ like that.”
You might hate Joel right now, though, because the more he thinks about it, the more sure he is that this is all his fault. He hasn’t exactly made much of an effort to get to know you outside of Frankie, and the last month or two have been the busiest he’s been with his consulting business in a long while. Every time you’ve asked him if he wants to do something, just you and him, he’d been too exhausted or otherwise occupied. He kept telling himself next time, next time. 
He scrubs a hand down his face as he thinks back to this morning, and it makes him a little sick, the way you’d looked like you’d walked in on something you weren’t supposed to see; the way it must have felt, like Joel was claiming his territory and you were meant to know that. 
They’d completely forgotten you were coming by, and that, he realizes, makes them both colossal fucking assholes. 
It takes you too long to get there—long enough that Joel calls you again, but you don't answer. Finally, you arrive at ten shivering in rain-soaked clothes and your eyes are puffy and bloodshot. Frankie shoots past Joel and gathers you into his arms.  
“What happened? You're soaked,” Joel says, moving slowly toward the two of you. You stiffen at Frankie’s touch, freezing as Joel gets closer. 
“Just…nothing happened, the weather's bad and I got into a fender bender and I’m tired. That's it.”
“On the way here?” Frankie demands. “Why didn’t you call?”
“I didn't want to interrupt that much of your evening,” you snap. “I got here, didn’t I? It’s not a big deal.”
Frankie stares at you, incredulous and hurt. “What’s going on with you?” He asks. “Why are you—”
“What the fuck do you care?” You snarl, wriggling out of Frankie's grip. “You’ve got company, what do you need me for?” 
The room stills and Frankie's shoulders tense, hands dropping to his sides as he flexes them open and closed. Joel only knows stories—that Frankie’s temper is something to behold. He’s never seen him angry, but he suspects if Frankie says anything right now, it will come out as sharp as the bite of a wounded animal. 
Joel lays his hand on Frankie’s shoulder, gently pulling him back before the tension in the air bends and snaps and makes this unsalvageable. 
“Stop,” he says before either of you have time to bare your fangs again. “Stop it.”
You make to head back out into the rain, muttering something under your breath, but Joel moves past Frankie and puts an arm around you. Your body tenses, but you relax as he draws you close to him. You don't look at Frankie as he shepherds you to the living room and pulls off your coat. Your eyes, now brimming with tears, flick up to Frankie as you drop to the couch.
“Sorry, Frankie,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”
Frankie softens—it never takes much for him to fold—and kneels in front of you as Joel pours out a finger of whiskey and hands it to you. “Please tell me what's wrong,” he begs.
You chew your lip, looking back and forth at both of them before taking a sip. “I don’t really know what I’m doing here,” you say. Joel sits next to you, throwing his arm around you and brushing his fingers over your neck. You melt just like Frankie does. 
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” Joel asks softly. 
“I mean…what do you need me here for? Y’all are happy here, and I’m all the way across town, and Frankie has to make time to see me and it makes me…I don’t know, it makes me feel guilty. Like I’m an obligation he has to see to before he can come back and be where he really wants to be. It feels like y’all just needed me to find each other, and now my part’s over.”
The room goes silent and heavy in the wake of your confession, and Frankie’s shoulders slump, heartbreak written all over his face. If there’s one thing Joel knows, it’s that Frankie loves you. 
You must see it, too.
“Not that you’re—look, I know it’s hard. You’re doing your best, and I told you to do this, and it’s all me. I know I signed up for this. I know it isn’t fair for me to feel like that.” It all spills out in a rush, and Joel swallows harshly at the way you bat away your feelings. 
“I guess I’m just a little confused,” you add, looking down at your glass, fingers tapping against the sides. 
“Confused about what?” Frankie asks, tucking himself into the other side of you. You take a deep breath and turn to Joel.
“I think, Joel--I thought you wanted to try to get to know me outside of Frankie. And it’s fine that you don’t—”
But he doesn’t let you finish. He should, he knows that, but he can’t let you think that even a second more.
“Stop right there, sweetheart. Let’s straighten that out. I do want that. I like you a lot. Work got real busy and I guess it was…easier to just see you with Frankie. And I apologize for that. You made a lotta effort and I didn’t meet you there.”
“I should’ve made more of an effort, too,” Frankie says, pressing his finger over your lips when you open your mouth to protest. “I wish…shit, I wish you would’ve told me. I know should’ve known. I feel so fucking bad, baby, please believe me. This isn’t what I wanted. I don’t want you thinking you’re just an obligation.”
“I should’ve said something earlier,” you admit. “I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“Not going anywhere,” Frankie says, and he kisses you long and soft like he wants to live between your lips. 
Frankie sighs as you break apart, and you pause, rubbing your palms up and down your thighs.
“Look, there’s things Joel can give you that I can't, or you don't want from me, I understand that. I didn't run out because of that. I just...”
You trail off, losing your nerve mid-sentence.
Joel seizes the opportunity. 
He's no good with words. Frankie isn't much better. They'll have to learn for you, but it'll take more than one conversation. But this is something you can be a part of now. They can prove a little bit of themselves now, if you'll let them.
Joel squeezes your thigh before Frankie can say anything. “That what got you so upset this morning, honey?”
“Wasn’t upset,” you balk. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. 
He raises his eyebrow as the air in the room grows thick with a very different sort of tension. “No?” You cross your arms and jut your chin out, pulling it out of his grasp. He likes that. He wants to see more of it.
“No. He’s never…”
Frankie presses his lips to your neck and squeezes your other thigh, and Joel chuckles at the little mmph you let out. “Ain’t never whined like that for you, huh, girl?” Joel teases. “He's big and strong for you, huh? Thought you liked that, honey, bein’ pushed around.”
“I do,” you protest. “I just—”
“You want me to show you how?” He purrs, licking the shell of your ear, his hand traveling between your legs, cupping you as you lift your hips and push against his palm. 
Joel makes eye contact with Frankie and they nod at each other. This can be a start. They can let you into something you felt excluded from; prove that this can work and start fixing it. 
“C’mon,” he says. 
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Frankie watches Joel peel your damp clothes off your body from the doorway, just like he had that first night. 
He’d taken you for granted, talking so happily about everything he and Joel did, taking your encouragement and support and throwing it in your face—look how happy I am with someone else.
He wishes you’d said something. Why hadn’t you said anything? What had he done to make you think you couldn’t?
And he’d assumed you and Joel were getting to know each other. He assumed you were talking on the side. 
Why had he assumed?
This feels so different from the other times the three of you had been together. You’re less timid, more willing to touch Joel, to tease and push his buttons. He hadn’t realized there was this side to you—you’re just as bossy as Joel, just as willing to tell them both what to do. 
He watches you lean back against the headboard, your body spread out like a decadent meal. His cock is already leaking at the sight of you, but he hasn’t moved. He’s waiting for instructions. 
“Take off your clothes, Frankie,” Joel rumbles. “Then get on your knees.” 
“Yes,” he breathes, undressing as quickly as he can and dropping down to the floor. Joel unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock, giving himself a few hard tugs. Frankie’s hands twitch by his sides, and he glances toward you. You lick your lips, your eyes darkening at the sight. 
“Suck on it,” Joel orders, drawing his attention away from you, and Frankie wastes no time wrapping his lips around Joel’s cock. He hears you giggle and he throbs, moaning as his mouth opens wider. Joel grips his curls and tugs, pushing his length all the way to the back of Frankie’s throat, a low growl emanating from his chest. “Take it.”
And he does—sloppy and desperate, just the way Joel likes it, drool spilling over the side of his mouth. Frankie’s rock hard, but he knows better than to touch. He belongs to both of you tonight. It’s exciting, doing this with you. 
He’s a good soldier, and he likes to serve. He likes to be told what to do, likes to be called a good boy, likes to let go. It feels silly now, never doing this with you. 
Of course you’d want to see him let go.
Joel pulls him off, slightly rougher than necessary but Frankie likes that, too. 
“Go get on the bed,” he says, helping Frankie to his feet. “Between her legs.”
Frankie just nods, dazed, and flops onto his stomach between your thighs, his nose inches from your slick, waiting cunt. He knows he shouldn’t do anything else until someone tells him, but he can’t help it. Your pussy’s right there, and he needs to taste you.
Joel looks up from unbuttoning his shirt at the moan you let out as Frankie drags his tongue up your slit. He’s already intoxicated by your scent, eyes crossing as he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. Joel, now as bare as the both of you, strides across the room and snatches Frankie back by his hair. 
“I tell you you could do that?” He asks. 
“No,” Frankie gasps. “I’m sorry—“
“She tell you you could do that?”
“No,” he whines, arousal licking up his spine, his cock twitching as he squirms into the mattress. 
He waits for his punishment, but it never comes. 
Instead, you look down at him with a soft smile and spread your legs wider, rubbing your clit right in front of him. Fuck, he wishes that was his tongue.
“Mm,” you say, pulling your hand from your cunt. “Look.” You pull two fingers apart, a ribbon of slick strung between them. A deep, rumbling groan comes from his chest as you smear it over his lips. 
Joel tugs his hair again and you giggle at Frankie’s whimpers. 
That fucking sound. 
He squirms again and you cup his jaw with your wet fingers.
“You like it when I laugh at you?” You ask softly.
“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering to examine why. “Fuck, yes.”
“That’s new, baby,” Joel says to you, and you beam a little—you’ve found something he likes all by yourself.
“But he did somethin’ without permission,” Joel explains. “So now he’s gotta watch. No touchin’, nothin’ at all. Just watch. You got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Frankie says, his mouth watering again as Joel’s fingers slip down your belly and over your mound, easily finding your clit and rubbing quick circles.
“She’s so fuckin’ wet, kid,” he groans. “Look at that.” Joel presses a finger inside of you and Frankie snarls, fisting the sheets as he tries to stop himself from humping the mattress.
“Joel,” you whine. He looks down at you, nuzzling your nose. A whole new kind of warmth settles in Frankie’s ribs.
“What is it, pretty girl?” Joel murmurs. “You want his tongue? Even if he touched without permission?”
You glare up at him, and Frankie chuckles to himself. “I want someone’s tongue on my pussy, Joel, and he’s already down there.” Joel raises his eyebrows in warning, intent on reminding you who’s in charge. “Please. I need it so bad,” you pout, batting your eyelashes, your bottom lip sticking out just enough to look natural. 
Joel kisses you, nipping that pouty lip as you pull away, and Frankie sighs at the way he chases you, as if he can’t get enough. In charge or not, he’s wrapping himself around your finger. 
You might know him better than you think you do.
“All right,” Joel says, turning his attention to Frankie. “Make her come, or you don’t get to.”
Frankie smirks. He’s not worried about that at all. He’s learned you so well he could make you come in no time. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to take his time because that’s what you deserve. 
Before he dives back, you stroke your thumb over his cheekbone. 
“I love you,” you murmur. 
“I love you, too,” he says, eyes flicking to Joel’s unreadable face for a split second before you push his head down back to your waiting cunt. 
He always loved oral—the slick fluids, the noises he could pull from his partners, the need to bring so much pleasure that he’d put his mouth fucking anywhere to make it happen. And he means anywhere, but he’s not sure you’re ready for that from him just yet.
Right now he’s focused on the way your scent and taste mix into one heady, wild sensation as he laps at you, teasing you and pushing his tongue as far inside as he can reach. He slurps and whimpers, his nose nudging your clit as he swirls his tongue in a long, slow circle inside of you. He can hear Joel murmuring something to you in that gravelly voice of his and you moan so low and sweet he has to fuck down into the bed before he bursts. 
He’s leaking onto the sheets for the second time today, and he can’t find it in him to care. A large, warm hand slides into his hair and pulls him up to look at you. He knows he must look deranged, all glassy eyed and soaking wet, but he can’t bring himself to care about that, either. 
Joel smirks at him and whispers something into your ear. That giggle—that fucking giggle—goes straight to his cock and he presses his hips down harder. He doesn’t know what Joel said; all he knows is that you're laughing at him, and it’s making him insane. 
Joel catches his movements this time, though.
“You’re bein’ awful fuckin’ bad tonight, aren’t you? You showin’ off for our girl? Hm?” Joel’s hand comes down so hard against his ass it stings, and then again on the other cheek. Frankie keeps his hips still this time, ignoring the throb in his cock. If he moves too much now, he might actually come.
“I’m sorry,” he whines. “I’m sorry—I won’t do it again.”
“Ruttin’ around like a damn dog,” Joel growls. He leans down to kiss Frankie and whispers, “Y’okay?”
“M’okay,” Frankie murmurs, and Joel kisses him again. You watch them curiously, Joel’s hand still tugging against Frankie’s curls.
“Just checkin’ in, darlin’,” Joel says, and you nod. You understand—Frankie checks in with you all the time. He wonders what this looks like to you, if you like this vulnerable, raw version of him at the mercy of two people he cares about so much. 
“More,” you demand. 
“I think he needs to clean up this mess,” Joel grunts, pushing Frankie’s face into your cunt. Frankie does exactly as he’s told—not that he needed telling. 
You’re close, he can tell, but he draws it out a little longer just to keep his face there between your legs, right up against your dripping pussy. He’s so intoxicated by you and your sounds and your scent, he thinks he could crawl inside of you and stay there.
He doesn’t say that—he would never say that—but that’s how close he wants to be to you. And you thought he didn’t want you; that he didn’t need you anymore; that you were a means to an end. 
He’ll show you.
Above him you moan, and he feels Joel’s hands wandering over both of your bodies, one settling on his ass. He feels Joel spread his cheeks and warm saliva drip over his asshole, still fucked out from earlier in the day. A finger runs over his rim and Frankie pushes back unconsciously, needy for some kind of stimulation. 
“Hold still,” Joel scolds as he presses a finger inside of Frankie, brushing gently against Frankie’s prostate. If he keeps doing that, Frankie’s not gonna last much longer.
Oh, that fucker. 
Frankie has no choice now—he needs to make you come fast and hard. And so he gets to work, shaking his head back and forth, the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit. He slips two fingers into your pussy, honing in on something ridged and spongy. He wants to feel you so badly. 
“Go on,” Joel orders. “Give it to her. Make her fuckin’ come. Come on, don’t keep her waiting, boy.”
Your cunt tightens around his fingers, clenching as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers with his while you fall apart like you need something to tether you to the earth. 
“Good fucking boy,” Joel groans, fingers fucking more insistently into Frankie. “Did so fuckin’ good, baby, made our girl come so fuckin’ hard.”
Frankie can’t take it anymore—not with the praise and the way you’re whimpering his name and all the slick still gushing from you. 
He lays his head on your thigh as he comes against the damn sheets again, moaning your name and looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes as you cradle his head. 
“You did so good, Frankie,” you breathe, still caught in your own high.
He can barely speak, his eyelids are so heavy and everything is so hazy and all he wants is to sink into whatever this feeling is that makes his head feel like it’s soaking in cherry liqueur. 
“You think you can take me?” Joel asks him as he lifts him and lays him against your chest. Frankie’s arms wrap around you as he nods vigorously. Yes, he wants that very much.
“Please fuck me, Joel,” he begs. “Please, please, please.”
He’s vaguely aware of his own cock, still hard and wanting, sliding against your slippery cunt.
Frankie looks up at you as Joel slides into him.
“Can I?”
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You’ve never, ever seen him like this. 
This isn't the first time you've played this role, but it's the first time anyone's been so enthusiastic about it. 
He’s never been so needy, so ready to do whatever you want, and it warms you beyond words he trusts you with it. 
And then there's the thrill of it, of course. The power feels good. After feeling so helpless, so out of control the last few weeks, the head rush of making him beg is delicious.
“Can you what? Words, Frankie,” you say. 
“Can I fuck you while he fucks me?” He asks. “Please?”
“Greedy little thing,” you giggle. 
“Please?”
He pays no mind to your tease—he clearly agrees with you. 
“Of course, baby. Thank you for asking so nicely.” 
Frankie’s ears go red and he mumbles something you don’t catch. You lock eyes with Joel, who just grins at you. Frankie groans as he pushes into you and stops, just holding himself there.
Joel's so gentle when he starts to move it makes your heart flutter. Frankie whimpers against your chest as Joel soothes him—”Good boy, good boy, that’s my good fuckin’ boy”--and find yourself wanting that, too. You want to be good for Joel, too. You can feel Joel’s movements as Frankie rocks inside of you, brushing against your g-spot.
You let out a soft, breathy moan, and Joel’s head snaps up. 
You meant to keep it quiet, trying not to intrude on their moment—you’d already taken up so much of Joel tonight. 
You wonder if you'll ever be fully comfortable with it. 
But Joel just has to notice. 
“He feel good inside you?” He grunts out, moving his hips faster. “Tell me."
“Yeah,” you sigh, because goddammit, he does. “I—”
Joel drapes himself over Frankie’s back and cradles your neck, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around. Frankie's lips find your other nipple, and the stimulation from both of them pulls a long, loud moan from you. That's when you get what you were hoping for. 
“Good girl,” Joel moans. “That’s my girl. Take it, fuck—”
My girl.
It’s all messy and complicated but Joel called you his girl and it’s working right now and maybe it can work in the future and Frankie’s moving moving moving inside of you, his hand’s creeping down to your clit and pinching and stroking and oh, fuck—
“I—I—”
“You gonna come again, girl?” Joel asks, a greedy glint in his eye, as you shatter at the same time Frankie does—again—and it seems like it goes on forever, running through your whole body, star showers falling behind your eyes. 
Joel fucks and fucks into Frankie, stuttering to a halt and groaning so loudly that it’s lucky the house next door is his. They both collapse onto you, and Joel hisses as he pulls out. Frankie, however, doesn’t budge. He's too busy kissing your neck and burrowing his nose into your collarbone while Joel retrieves a warm towel. By the time Joel's finished cleaning you up, Frankie’s dozed off with a sweet little smile on his face, leaving you and Joel effectively alone.
Before you can get too far into your head, Joel settles beside you, propping himself up on his elbow and watching you as curiously as Frankie tends to. 
“What is it?” You ask, brushing Frankie's hair off of his forehead. He groans and rolls over, planting his face into the pillow. 
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Joel says. Whatever you’d expected him to say, it wasn’t that. 
“Why are you—”
“You know why. You been thinkin’ you don’t mean anything to either of us and that’s my fault. I was selfish. Didn't even think about how it'd make you feel.”
Squirming under his gaze, you shake your head, trying to wave it off. “I know it wasn’t like that,” you say. And it’s true—you understand. 
“Don’t mean I can’t be sorry for it. Frankie loves you. And if Frankie cares about you, I care about you. Just…”
“Just what?” You ask, bracing yourself. He cups your jaw, swiping his thumb over your cheek and smiling. 
“Ain’t dated anyone in years. And now I got two beautiful, much younger people wantin' my attention. It’s hard to wrap my head around it.”
Your eyes widen—you never really think of his age at all. He’s just Joel to you. “What’s my age got to do with anything?” You ask. 
“Well,” he says, clearing his throat. “You know I got a kid your age.”
“Shut the fuck up, no you don’t! Really? Sarah’s my age?” You laugh. That can’t be true. 
“I’m serious! And sometimes y’all talk about stuff and I got no clue what you’re sayin’. I feel a little left out, too, you know. Ain’t no one’s fault, but…just, if we were talkin’ about our feelings and all.”
He clears his throat and shrugs, looking unsure. 
“Thank you for telling me that,” you say. He lays his hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer. He likes touching you, and you like letting him. 
“So goddamn pretty,” he murmurs. “How’d I get so lucky, hm?”
He brushes his fingertips over your breasts, featherlight until your nipples perk up with interest. As if he can’t help himself, he pinches one, chuckling at the whine you let out. One messy, heated kiss later and he’s nudging your legs open, cupping you with one big hand as you rock into him. You should be too tired, you think, but this feels important. 
Joel takes his time making you feel good. Where to press, how to squeeze, when to sink his teeth into your skin. He's gotten to know your body so well. When he gets you to the edge—your third of the evening—your skin is shimmering with sweat and all you can do is chant his name. 
“That’s right, that’s my girl,” he says, and when you come it’s soft and you shudder against him, tears leaking from your eyes as he holds you. “You’re all right, baby. We’re all right.”
And for the first time in months, you really think you are.
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wambsgansshoelaces · 2 months
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heyy love, i love your fics so muchhh!! if ur requests are open, i was wondering if you could write this fun lil oneshot i thought of<3
(didn't really think much of the details but i imagined something like the episode with the pierce family, or u could change to what feels nice to u)
reader is like super hot/crazy attractive and the siblings are instantly interested. kendall and roman, being their idiot selves, start competing for her attention and trying to get her to accept going out etc. turns out, at the end of the day, shiv gets the girl, as she was the one reader wanted all along (gagged them)
Girls Get Girls
Siobhan Roy x fem!Reader
not gonna lie anon I feel like I didn’t do this too well so I’m so so sorry :( I still hope you enjoy even though I don’t really deliver x
btw I literally love you anon keep requesting
im so gay
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Mergers, acquisitions, stock, trade, liquidation. You couldn’t give a shit about any of it.
You’re not in the financial field at all, much to your parents’ disappointment. It’d brought you out of favor with them, brought your siblings closer to each other.
You usually don’t come to these things, but tonight it talk of selling the entire company. Leaving it all behind, cashing in the lotto, and fucking off. Your family had convinced you to come- despite your clear dislike for everything finance and business, you still hold stock and stake in the company. You were also going to get a pretty penny from your inheritance, so it would be wise to judge your potential buyer alongside your family.
You’re getting ready in your childhood bedroom, pacing the carpet as you put the finishing touches on your outfit. Your father had made it very clear: your job was to root out intention, then act accordingly. Regardless of whether you thought the Roys were worthy of the company or not is irrelevant at this moment. You need to be intimidating.
Intimidating, but also hot. Just for yourself.
A soft knock sounds at your door. “It’s me,” your cousin calls from the hall.
“Come in,” you call back.
She waltzes in, her blouse billowing behind her as she deposits herself on your bed. “Dad’s going to have an aneurysm.”
Even though you already know the answer, you ask, “Why?” You lean against your desk, facing her.
She snorts, knowing you’re trying to push her buttons. “He wants the company, dipshit. I still think all if this is to get on our nerves.”
“A chimp would do better as CEO than any of you,” you say, scoffing. What had started out as what you thought was joking was turning into something else.
“So why won’t you do it, then?” she asks, bitterly. “I don’t see why it has to be either you or someone out of the family entirely.”
“I’m not doing it because I don’t want to. My siblings also just… have no interest. We’re all off to bigger, better things.”
The two of you stare at each other until your father’s yelling draws you both from your trance.
“Up and at ’em,” he’s saying, pretty much to himself, once you’re downstairs. You brush imaginary dust from your sleeves as you make the awkward walk to the helipad. You and your brother share an exasperated look. Despite the fact that you’d been wedged apart over the years, you and your siblings share a lot of the same views and opinions.
“All this peacocking is fucking insane,” he mutters to you once you’re stopped a safe distance away from the pad.
“Just wait until you see them,” you mutter back.
Even though you weren’t involved in the business side of the company, you’d still been involved. You’d gone to dinners, conferences, galas. You were a bit of an outside source, as you held no real position in the company, but you knew you were vital.
At almost every event where someone with your last name was required to attend, there was also a Roy. You’d only ever seen them, never spoken to them
You hear the helicopter before you see it. Sunglasses perched on your nose, you look up. As it descends, your hair and jacket are blown vigorously back, and your hand goes to your scalp. The generated wind is aggressive, slicing over your skin, your clothing. The sound is now deafening, and you notice your sister clamping her hands over her ears. Your father gives her a look, something along the lines of don’t look weak, and your sister rolls her eyes in response, mouthing fuck you.
You have to suppress your smile. The helicopter’s landed, and people are starting to pile out.
“Logan, old friend,” your dad bellows jovially. While the two families had never met, never been close, you know your father and Logan Roy were actually the best of friends. You don’t know how they met. Your father spoke of Logan from as far back as undergrad university.
Your father steps forward, meeting Logan halfway as he leads the rest of his family towards yours. They envelope each other in a hug, and your brother snorts. He’s the only one who’s ever interacted with the Roys.
“It’s like he has a multiple personality disorder,” he’d told you the other day, talking about the enigma that was the head of the other family. “One second he’s laughing, then the minute Dad’s out the room, the guy’s raging over his kids or the people not doing enough work or whatever the fuck else is wrong with that stupid fucking company.”
He turns from your father to your mother, murmuring a warm greeting, then to the row of you, your sister, and your brother.
“Oh, look at the three of you! All grown and radiant,” he says heartily. So far, he doesn’t seem like the demon your younger brother had described him to be. But you know well enough that looks can be deceiving. He opens his arms out to you first, since you’re the eldest of the three. You give him an awkward hug, his hand clapping over your back in a friendly manner. “If only any of my children had the sense to get with you,” he mutters conspiratorially, earning a chuckle from you. He pats your shoulder, before moving on to your brother.
Logan’s wife is next. “Marcia,” she murmurs softly to you, taking you by the shoulders and air-kissing both your cheeks. You return the gesture as she does it, making sure to stay smiling. It’s all a flurry of names you’re sure you’re going to forget the second you need them. Connor, Gerri, Willa, Frank, Rhea. It’s really all just a bunch of letters bouncing around in your head.
Who you’re sure you will remember, though, are the siblings. The younger three. The important ones, your dad liked to call them.
As all of the ‘adults’ convened to chat amongst themselves, like they did when you were children, you and your sister are having a quiet conversation about your work. She’s in the middle of asking you to come out to her office to help you with something when you feel a hand settle on your shoulder. You turn, coming eye to eye with Kendall Roy.
“Hi,” he says carefully, small smile playing on his lips. “I don’t think we’ve met?”
“No, we haven’t,” you say back. “Y/N.” You offer him your hand to shake, like your father expects you to do with everyone.
“Kendall.”
“Yeah, I know,” you say awkwardly. He manages a laugh, withdrawing his hand, his eyes flitting over your face.
“I’m sorry it’s taken me this long, then, to, uh, put your name to your face.”
You’re not really sure what he means, but you don’t think you care that much.
“Move over, Kendall, you’re boring the shit out of her.” His brother comes over, bumping him with his hip. You have to stifle a laugh. “Roman.” You shake hands, offering him a polite smile. “He’s right, though. You’re a bit of a mystery to everyone.”
“Am I?” you ask, laughter seeping into your voice.
“Not to me.” Her voice is firm, clear. “I’m Shiv. I was at the conference you gave the Ethics presentation to. I know your work. My brothers are just stupid.”
You laugh for real this time. “Nice to meet you, Shiv. I’m familiar with your work, too. I’m just not so deep into the political sphere like you are.”
“I can help with that, you know,” she says, expression surprisingly soft. “I’ve been looking for someone that shares my opinions and… moral compass to work with. You need your rock, you know?”
The conglomerate of people slowly transitions inside. Roman and Kendall get roped into other conversations, your sister disappearing off to who knows where. You mill about in the dimly lit sitting room, watching everyone interact. Shiv’s still by your side.
“No offense, but I hate these things,” she says quietly, coming closer to you so you can hear.
You laugh lightly. “None taken.” You glance over at her to find that her eyes are already glued to you. You feel your face heat, her gaze flickering down your body before coming back up to your face. She has a sly smile on, but it’s quickly melting into one of real, soft emotion. You open your mouth to offer her something you’ll probably regret later, but are interrupted by your father clapping his hands together and waving everyone into the dining room. Instead, you give her an exasperated smile and follow the crowd.
Your father eyes you and your siblings as you all slip into your strategically chosen seats, making it so you’d all be surrounded by Roys. Your brother makes a face at you from the other side of the table. You ignore him, instead looking up at Shiv, who hovers by the chair at your left hand.
Almost shyly, she asks, “May I?”
“Please.”
A giddy smile spreads across her face as she sits, and you can’t help but mirror her expression. You look down into your plate, catching your sister’s gaze on you. Kendall takes the seat on your other side, Logan sitting directly across from you, right by your dad.
Roman and your brother are laughing over something as you get served the appetizer, your sister staring off into space while Connor talks at her rather than to her. Your mother speaks quietly with Marcia, and of course, your father and Logan are the loudest at the table, laughing and gesturing around.
Your cousin is on Kendall’s other side, overly-focused on her food. The conversation suddenly involves the entire table, Logan leaving forward. “What is it you do again, Y/N?”
You shrug lightly. “I work in media and risk analysis. Dabble a bit in economics.”
“So like Shiv?”
“Not really,” you and her say at the same time. You gesture with your fork, letting her continue.
“Our work certainly overlaps, and I’m glad it does,” she says, “but I’m more… political, she’s more… corporate.”
“If you dabbled in economics,” your cousin manages through gritted teeth, “we wouldn’t be here.”
“Neither would we if you did,” you retort calmly.
She scoffs. “I still don’t see why all of this is happening,” she says back, barely loud enough for everyone to hear. You look to your father, praying he’ll deal with it himself before she goes on some tirade, scaring off the buyer, but he makes no move. He simply glances at you, his gaze loaded.
Do it yourself.
You wait for a few moments, letting the tension strain the room. Maybe she’ll back off.
She doesn’t.
“The company is leaving family hands because of you, Y/N. It’s going to crash and burn because you refuse to fucking see what’s sitting in front of you.”
Logan’s lips press together into a thin line, and you know you have to recover. “I don’t want the company. Neither of my siblings want it. Don’t you think it’s a little telling you’re the only one lusting after it so loudly?”
“I don’t see what that has to say about me.”
“You want it, and you’re not getting it,” you say firmly. “You’re incompetent. The Roy name is not.”
Dinner is only silent for so much longer. Your brother, at his breaking point, asks loudly, “Why are you even here? You blew the Pierce deal. Fuck off.” Your father hisses something into your brother’s ear. He scoffs in response. “I’m sick of it, Dad. The three of us bust our asses to get this to go well for you and she gets to waltz in, do whatever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she wants.” He quickly pushes back his chair from the table and makes his way out of the dining room.
Clearly, this is deeper than one stupid comment made at the dinner table. You throw a questioning glance at your sister. She gives a minute shake of her head. She doesn’t know.
Dramatically, your cousin follows your brother out. Roman is trying not to laugh, and all of a sudden, your father and Logan aren’t in the mood they were before.
You turn to Shiv, exasperated. She’s also stuffing a laugh down, and it’s contagious. “Is my juvenile family drama amusing to you?” you murmur to her questioningly, the soft clink of silverware and terse chatter filling the room.
“Yeah,” she says, nearly choking on a laugh. “This is so fucking stupid. How do you deal with it?”
“I never stay home.” You down the rest of the water in your glass.
“Hey, uh, Y/N,” Kendall begins, leaning towards you as you turn to face him. “I just wanted to say, I get how it feels.” He gestures vaguely around. “So if you want to, um, get some air after, I’d love to join you.”
You thank him sincerely, giving him a soft smile. Dessert finally comes out. You’re almost there. You turn back to Shiv, but she’s conversing with whoever’s on her other side, to your disappointment. You eat your cheesecake in silence, Roman catching your eye and giving you a wink. You didn’t know people actually did that, but he pulled it off nicely, you think.
When your father finally gets up, ushering everyone into the sitting room for drinks and chatter, you heave a sigh of relief. You trail behind the crowd, hoping to be able to slip away on your own.
You succeed. You sigh up at the high vaulted ceiling, padding towards the grand staircase up to your room.
“Hey, where’re you going?” comes a soft voice. You turn, Shiv, hurrying after you.
“Escaping,” you say jokingly, pausing on the stairs, letting her catch up to you.
“Can I come?”
“Yeah. You can.”
The sight of her sitting cross-legged on your bed does something to you. It sucks all the air from your body. But maybe that was just the sight of her.
"Your brother okay?" she asks, looking up at you.
"He'll be fine. Everyone's just a bit tense."
"Just so you know, your cousin's temper tantrum doesn't change anything."
"I'd hope it didn't."
"What would change things though," she tells you, "is whether you want to come on once we buy the company."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. I was serious when I was talking about how I need someone in my corner."
"What do you mean?"
"It's me. The company gets handed to me."
"Congratulations, Shiv. But really, I want nothing to do with it."
"I'd be running things. You'd just be my right hand woman. The very attractive right hand woman that I see every day."
You laugh, unable to suppress the grin splitting your face.
“My cousin’ll murder me,” you manage to say.
“So? Let her try. Not like you’ll go down or anything.” She smiles up at you. “I think that’s hot. You’re hot.”
Silence stretches between the two of you, both of you grinning at each other.
“You’re really pretty,” you breathe, believing she followed you for a reason.
“I’m glad you think so.” Her hands come to cup your jaw in the few instances it takes you to cross the room, slide onto your bed, and kiss her. “God, you’re so… so fucking gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” you ask against her lips, peppering gentle kisses onto them. “Stay the night.”
“I told everyone I went home,” she says, giggling.
Your hand flits to her hip, rubbing soothingly. Your kisses are slow, tender. You’re both enjoying yourselves. It feels so real. It feels like something more.
You slide off of her, off the bed, eliciting a whine from her pretty mouth. “Just locking the door, baby.”
You wake up, head buried in her chest. She’d borrowed some pajamas of yours, the shirt a soft cotton. Her breathing is light and airy, and it’s music to your ears. Her fingers are threaded in the hair at your scalp, her arm thrown over your back.
You drift in and out of consciousness until she wakes up, pressing kisses along your forehead. Shiv sits up, letting you stay settled in her lap. You press a hot kiss to her bare thigh, shorts hiked up her legs.
“You know,” she says, after a short while of silence, “Ken and Roman were drooling over you all night.”
You snort. “Were they?”
“I know them. They were. And here I am,” she says, satisfied with herself.
You let out an airy laugh. “Here you are.”
“I was drooling, too,” she admits.
“Can we stop talking about saliva?”
She pinches your ass, to which you don’t dignify with a reaction, instead smiling into her thigh. “I wanna keep seeing you.”
“I have to fly out to Italy for some work. Maybe I want you to come with me.”
“God, I love women.” Her hand cards through your hair. “Mind if I take a picture? I want to send it to my brothers.”
“Perv,” you mutter, but nod anyway. You smile at the camera from her thigh, pressing a searing kiss to the place where her leg meets her hip the moment she hits the button.
It captures her beautiful face in an ecstatic smile, yours in soft affection as you look up at her, not the camera.
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littledollll · 1 year
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Could I please get a Larissa weems X teacher reader?
R is the English teacher at nevermore and Larissa discovers that r writes poetry by finding one of their poems which they dropped after a meeting or something and the content is clearly about Larissa and of explicit nature?
This leads to r being called into Larissa's office to discuss what is appropriate to write about your boss but any sense of an appropriate discussion about work place boundaries goes out the window and they end up having some fun instead.
A writers muse
Larissa weems x fem!teacher!reader
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A/n: this took me like 3 days to start but once I started writing there was no stopping.
Warnings: cunnulings, fingering, office sex, dom Larissa, sub reader
You were freaking out. One of your poems was missing and the last you remember seeing it was during a staff meeting, which was literally your worse nightmare, not only because one of the teachers could find it, it was very explicit and very clearly about a certain Principal who lead those staff meetings.
Oh fuck what if SHE found it- you were already panicking when you got a text from Larissa saying to meet her in her office in 5 minutes. Shit. You couldn’t say no, she’s your boss, you texted her a confirmation. Taking a deep breath you made your way to her office.
You were honestly debating turning around and facing the consequences of ignoring her some other day but you forced yourself to knock, a soft “Come in” welcoming you from inside.
With a shaky hand you twisted the doorknob and quietly made your way in, looking at your feet, as if she wouldn’t notice you after inviting you in, right.
“Thank you for coming darling, why don’t you take a seat?” At least she didn’t sound angry, now you were curious why she called you in, you met her eyes as you tried to read her expression.
“I believe you’ve misplaced something of yours.. I have a few things to say about this so I need you to sit pretty and listen, I’ll tell you when to speak.” Your eyes widened at the mention of something being misplaced.
Yet you just nodded, anxiously playing with your thumbs. She could tell you to set the school on fire and you would, if listening to her was going to soften your punishment then that’s what you’ll do. Though you’d probably follow her every command regardless.
“So obedient..” Larissa muttered under her breath as she rounded her desk to stand in front of you, just slightly leaning back on it, still towering over you. She was just quiet enough for you to hear making you turn red and look away.
“Let’s start then. First I’d like to say you are not in trouble, so calm your worries. Moving on to the issue at hand, I found.. a poem, rather explicit one at that.” You wanted to scramble to apologize, make up some random excuse, but the stern look she gave you was enough to make you reconsider.
“I have no problem with you writing, the poem.. it’s rather flattering if my guess is correct, the only issue would be you misplacing it, dear. You are lucky I out of all people found this, it would be another story if perhaps a staff member did, and it would certainly be an issue if a student did, do you understand?”
You could only nod as you eyes darted anywhere but at her. She was completely right, what if a student found it? you wanted to hit yourself over the head realizing how stupid you’d been. Her hand came to you chin, making you look up at her. “Do you understand?” She repeated, and you swore you could get lost in those beautiful blue eyes forever.
“Yes ma’am..” you’d guess she was pleased with your response by the look on her face. She had moved to lean against the armrests of your chair, effectively caging you in.
“I quite like that, such a well mannered girl.” Suddenly she pulled back and you resisted the urge to follow, letting out a shaky breath.
“Tell me, who’s the muse behind your writing?” She knew. Of course she knew, there’s no way she would’ve gotten so close otherwise. The smile on her face was telling, your struggle to get a word out was telling.
“You already know.” you said, slightly irritated she pulled away, that she was essentially forcing you to confess. “Don’t catch an attitude with me now, you were being such a good girl.. yes, I do know. But I want you to tell me, so you will.”
She didn’t leave room for argument, so you gave in. “you are.” Voice barely above a whisper, yet she was satisfied with your answer and willingness.
“If you continue to behave you and I will have so much fun. Everyone knows how I feel about brats. So, will you be a good girl for me, darling?” The way her thumb over your lip, how she seemed to be getting closer so her lips barely brushed over yours when she spoke.
“I’ll be good” You breathed out, she was so close, so obviously teasing you. Every time you moved an inch forward she’d pull back but just barely. “please- Larissa please..”
“you sound so pretty already begging for me, I wonder what other sounds I can pull from those pouty lips.” A quick peck turned into a heated kiss when your hand desperately pulled her back to you.
A moan escaped you as her tongue ran past your lips, asking for permission in, which you gladly granted. There was no need to fight for dominance, the roles had been chosen the second you walked into her office.
“On my desk.” Larissa demanded through pants as she reluctantly broke away from you. Her hands never left your body as you stood and followed her command. The second you were seated again her mouth was on you, laying wet kisses from your jaw and down your neck.
Her hands smoothed down your sides and to your thighs, making you shift closer to the edge of the desk, Larissa smiled against you skin at your neediness.
Pushing your legs open Larissa lowered onto her knees in front of you. What a fucking sight. “You’re so stunning it hurts.” Your hand cupped her face and you leaned down to kiss her once again.
She undid the buttons of your shirt and the zipper of your skirt with a hum, taking both items off you tantalizingly slow, letting them drop to the floor and continuing her series of kisses down your sternum and stomach. “issa please.. it hurts”
“Mhm? Where does it hurt darling? I remember reading something about..” fuck the way her hand trailed from you knee and between your thighs, fingers teasingly circling the wet patch in your underwear. “here. was it?” you moaned the second she made the slightest contact with your aching clit.
“Please, Riss..” Her smile and tone were so condescending. “What is it love? Tell me what you need. You were so good writing it down.”
As she rubbed you through your ruined underwear, the uncomfortable yet delicious friction was driving you insane. “I need-“ you cut yourself off with a whine. “please Riss I need you.”
She hummed in disapproval. “I’m right here, be a good girl and use your words. What do you need?”
“your mouth- please I need you to touch me..” satisfied with your answer she hooked her thumbs over the waistline of your panties, wasting no time pulling them down.
She trailed love bites into your inner thighs, marking you red and purple, as you withered beneath her, your whimpers and pleas turning into moans as she swirled her tongue against your clit making your hips buck against her face.
Her hand came down on your thigh with a harsh slap, making you whimper as she wrapped her arms around your thighs, forcing you to stay still. Her eyes never left your half lidded ones as she started fucking into you with her tongue.
Your hands made their way into her hair, pushing her against you frantically. Your movements were limited by her hold on you but that didn’t stop you from trying to seek more.
“mh- more” her moved her arms away from your quivering thighs, one hand coming up and cupping your breast making you groan and arch your back closer to her. The other moved between your thighs, replacing her tongue with two fingers and she went back to sucking on your puffy clit.
Now unrestricted you pushed your hips against her, she moaned against your center finally allowing you to grind against her.
Your thighs were shaking and threatening to close around her head, she knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off any longer when a thread of pleas started leaving your mouth, whiny and stuttering.
“Riss- please-!” She briefly parted from you, thumb rubbing circles on your clit to continue working you towards your orgasm. “Cum for me, pretty.”
It felt like electricity shooting through your body. You cried out her name, the grip you had on her hair loosened as you brought your hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.
She kissed up your thighs, slowly making her way up your body, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, her lips met your chest and continued up until you were face to face, she pulled your hand from your mouth, replacing it with her lips.
You hips shifted away from her hand as you kissed and she took it as a sign to pull away. You were completely lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, heavy lidded eyes and a lazy smile on your face when she parted to look at you. “I knew you’d be a good girl for me. What’s got your smiling, pretty?”
You giggled, tilting your head at her. Fucking adorable. “Well I just caught my muse.”
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wheredafandomat · 8 months
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Valentines drabbles! Eeeee❤️❤️❤️
3. “Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?"
Because I can already feel it will be iconic.xx
This has been sittinggggg in my ask box. It must be broken because how did I miss this. I blame you, you should have kicked me when I didn’t answer because HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME TO WRITE THIS SO I COULD EXPERIENCE IT IN MY MIND PALACE 🤣🤣🤣🤣 anyways, it’s here now, that’s all that matters 🙂 regardless how late it is 🙂🙃
Loki was tired of you, sick and tired of you. You had been teasing him all night with your flirtatious glances, the sultry bite of your lip, your lingering touches whenever he was near and worst of all, your ability to completely ignore him whenever he’d return the gesture. At one point, you even warned him against touching you considering you both had guests over but did that stop you, no, only he wasn’t allowed his fun but that was going to change. Soon you’d be at his mercy.
Once he finally had you alone, he started slowly of course, taking his time to touch and caress every inch of your body. He loved watching you crumble from his perch between your legs. He adored the feeling of your thighs quivering, shaking as he delivered that final bolt of pleasure. There was just something so gratifying about feeling your thighs holding him in place as you hit your peak. After that though, it was his turn to play.
Loki didn’t know many things about midgardian women which made him feel like even more of a midgardian man but he did know that as soon as you had recovered from your orgasm, you’d want to be on top of him. This was something he allowed you to do, he allowed himself to submit to you. That’s how it felt, lying beneath you as you took your pleasure. He waited, your thighs clenching, holding him in place as he circled your clit with his tongue. You thrashed against the bed, imploring him to stop as he made you climax again before you were limp, coming down from your high. He licked his lips, making his way back up the bed where he laid down, covering his lower half with a thin sheet, feigning ignorance as you straddled him.
“Loki come on” you giggled, grabbing his chin and turning his head to face you “don’t you want to feel good too?” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his chest “I know he does.” You giggled, moving your pussy against his hard covered length.
Biting his lip, Loki tried to stifle his elation at the feeling of your warm, moist centre rubbing against his desperate cock. Despite a layer separating you both, he could feel you, your arousal soaking through and coating his length. He wanted you.
“What’s the matter?” You asked, still grounding your hips against his. “Lokiii?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged, eyes almost rolling backwards as you added more pressure to your movements. It was his turn to play hard to get.
“Tell me” you insisted “what do you want? Do you want me to get on all fours?”
Loki fought away his smile at your words.
“I mean it’s up to you, I’m not forcing you.” He dismissed.
“It’s no big deal” you laughed off as you got off of him “you should have just said.”
“Are you sure?” Loki questioned, his insides bubbling with excitement.
“Of course.” You grinned, unaware of Loki’s intentions as you got on all fours on the bed.
Coming up behind you, Loki gripped his cock with one hand as he traced down your back with the other. He ran his length through your slick folds, almost hissing as he reached your eager entrance. Inhaling, he pushed inside slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him. He pulled out before thrusting in again, this time less slower, more purposefully. When he entered you again, you were moaning his name, the i high pitch whenever his balls hit your clit. He continued, grasping one of your shoulders as he fucked you. He flicked his hair out of his face, baring his teeth as he moved in and out of you with haste.
“Fuckk Lokiii.” You hollered, burying your face in the pillow below you. You were already so close, your sensitive walls clenching around him but you wanted to hold on, you suggested this, you wanted to cum with him. “Just like that, harderr.” You encouraged before hiding your face again as Loki obliged, pounding you. You didn’t know what you had set yourself up for as your legs grew weak below you. Loki was merciless as he fucked you with fervour. It felt too good. You were fluttering around him as he continued his movements.
“You’re so good to me, so perfect” Loki praised, slapping your ass. “Do you want my cum? Hmm?” He cooed.
“Yess.” You almost choked.
Slapping your ass again, Loki groaned as he hit his peak, movements still fast as he came, ejaculating into you as you fell against the bed, exhausted.
“Aw, you’re out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?” Loki asked, speaking in your ear as he leant against your worn out frame.
“N—no-it’s fine—honestl—” you began, clearly out of breath as Loki wrapped his arm around your torso, lifting you so that your back was against his chest as he sat up. “Fuckkk!” You yelped as he entered you again.
“Don’t ever” he grunted, thrusting up into you “tease me” he continued, placing a kiss below your ear “like that” he paused, lips moving to the nape of your neck “ever again.”
It’s not slower, it’s less fast 🤣🤣 I hope you enjoyed it despite its lateness and now rushed it now is 🤣 (it’s my fault but I’m not taking the blame)
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Why do you care? Part 2
A Chris Sturniolo fanfic ✮⋆˙
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A/N: Omg im having trouble with this because I’ve never done a series before but I hope yall like it. I think after I get a couple chapters written it’ll be easier to write. Also every thing mentioned in this chapter is essential to the plot I promise it’s not for no reason. <3 -love Evangeline
Summary: You come back from summer break nervous to start your senior year because of running into the boy who has bullied you since freshman year. Chris Sturniolo. But this year you’ve changed. You worked on yourself and you’re now more beautiful than ever. But will that change anything? How will he react?
Warnings: cursing, argument with mom, and anger
Now as I sit in the library I feel confused. He actually tried to talk to me? Why did he? What possessed him to talk to the girl he has always made fun of? Well regardless of the reason I didn’t care. I still don’t like him. Nor will I ever. He’s a total jerk and only cares about himself. And that won’t ever change.
Suddenly I hear the bell ring. Time for first period. I look at my schedule and then head to the class. I had English which is a great way to start off my day because I love reading so much. It wasn’t too far from the library so it didn’t take me long to get there. I walked in and my teacher told me where my assigned seat was. I was assigned towards the back of the classroom. Which I was thankful for because I didn’t like talking to anyone.
I sit down and after a few minutes class starts. After about ten minutes of the teacher boringly discussing what we will be learning this year when suddenly someone bursts through the door. Chris Sturniolo. Of course I had him in the first class of the day. And English my favorite subject. Just great. I roll my eyes as he walks up to the teacher and the teacher tells him where to sit.
I try to ignore his presence but then I see him getting closer and closer to my desk. And then before I know it he sits right next to me. Of course he was assigned to sit next to me. How could this day get any worse and it’s only first period? Then the teacher continues speaking but I feel Chris’s eyes on me. I refuse to look over at him afraid of what I’ll find so I just at least try to pay attention to the teacher, even though my mind is elsewhere. I mean why was he even looking at me? Was it all in my head?
I didn’t wanna find out.
As the teacher is talking he starts talking about where things are located in the classroom. And as he’s telling us where things are he points around the classroom. He points to the right of the classroom and then the left…
I see Chris and his eyes are glued to mine until I look back facing forward looking at the teacher again. Then I start to feel my face burn up. He needs to stop. He is too attractive to be looking at me like that without me turning red. I try to pay attention I really do. But it’s hard when you feel Chris Sturniolo’s eyes on you burning into the side of your head.
Was he my bully for the past three years? Yes. Was he extremely rude to me and made me feel worthless? Yes. Was I trying to ignore him as much as possible? Yes. Was he also the hottest guy at our school? Yes.
I tried to turn my mind elsewhere. I tried to think about what I need to do tomorrow, what I have planned for the weekend, what chores I need to do when I get home. But everything I tried to think of couldn’t take my mind off of him.
I was just confused. Why? Is my main question. Why was he looking at me? Why did he try to talk to me? Why was he so cute? Why were his eyes so blue? Why did his cologne smell so good?
God I need to stop I just need to pay attention to class. And before I knew it the bell rang for third period. Thank god. I need to get outta here.
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Now it’s time for lunch so I leave sixth period and head towards the library instead of the cafeteria, like I usually do. Again I really didn’t talk to anybody and I’d rather read so that’s where I’ve always gone for lunch and I will continue to do so. I became good acquaintances with the librarian because of this. So I would go to the library say hi to the librarian and go sit down to read. It was like a routine that I knew wouldn’t change. Or atleast I thought.
I walk into the library and almost freeze. Chris Sturniolo. Why was he in here? I walk towards the front desk to say hi like I usually do keeping Chris in my peripheral vision. “Hi Mrs.L/n” I say to the librarian. “Oh hi sweetie how was your summer? Oh my you’ve grown so much” she says and it warms my heart she’s always so sweet. And again did I really change that much?
“Oh my summer was great I stayed in Hawaii with my grandma and I had so much fun” I smile at her after telling her about my summer. “Oh my, Hawaii, that sounds like fun, well I’m glad you had fun you deserve it”. Again she is just the sweetest little old lady I’ve ever met. “Thank you Mrs.L/n, okay well I’m gonna go read now bye bye” I say. “Okay bye sweetie” she says.
I walk past Chris sitting at a table by himself. Weird. He’s always with his friends that I hate. The popular snobby rich kids. They encouraged him when he would make fun of me. Fucking jerks.
I then head towards the back of the library and sit at my usual table by myself. I sit in the back of library shielded by many bookshelves. I sat back here because it was quiet and no one bothered me back here. Finally I get my book out of my backpack and start to read it. After a few minutes of reading I see someone walk up to me from the corner of my eye. I look up. Chris Sturniolo. Just great.
“Hey is this seat taken?” I hear him say. “No” I say slightly above a whisper. Why did he wanna sit with me? He pulls back the chair next to me and sits down. He doesn’t have a book just his phone in hand. He’s silent for a few seconds before speaking up. “Hey what are you reading” he says softly. I look over at him with my brows furrowed confusion all over my face. “Why do you wanna know?” I ask. “What I can’t ask what you’re reading?” He says defensively. “I just don’t understand why you even care or why you’re even talking to me?” I say annoyed. “Okay forget I asked then” he says before looking back down at his phone going silent.
I thought he would move but he doesn’t he stays seated next to me but now just silent. There’s a slight tension in the air but I choose to ignore it. I go back to reading my book and read a few pages before I feel eyes on me. I look over at Chris and he’s staring at me. “Yes may I help you? I ask sarcastically. “I just want to know what you’re reading” he says to me while he raises his eyebrows up at me silently asking me to tell him.
I sigh “I’m reading safe haven”. He nods before looking back at his phone as I look back at my phone extremely confused. Why did he wanna know so bad anyways?
I go back to reading my book pushing all my questions aside for a moment. I read another page before I hear his voice again. “Why did you go to Hawaii all summer? He asks me. Did he hear me talking to the librarian earlier? I didn’t think he was paying attention. “Because I needed a break” I say keeping my eyes on my book. “A break from what?” He asks me while his eyes burn into the side of my head. “From people like you that always make me feel like shit” I say as I turn my head and make eye contact with him.
We hold eye contact for a few moments before he looks back down at his phone. What I said was true. I needed a chance to clear my head from everyone around me. Especially Chris after what he said to me on the last day of school last year before summer. I just needed a new perspective and Hawaii was exactly what I needed.
“Why do you all of a sudden want to talk to me? I ask him before I speak up again. “You’ve never gave a shit about me so why do you care now?” I ask again wanting an answer. I was confused and I wanted to know why he was acting nice now and why he couldn’t have done it sooner.
He just gets up from his chair without a word and walks away out of the library. Well now I’m upset. He wants to try to talk to me all day and expects me not to have questions? He’s just a jerk like he always has been and that hasn’t changed.
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The school day is finally over and I’m headed out the schools doors. I walk through the parking lot and approach my car getting my keys and unlocking it. I get in my car and drive. I’m on my way home when I get a text message from my mom. ‘Get home right now I need to talk to you’. Great I was already in an awful mood because of Chris now I have to go home and get scolded by my mom.
I finally arrive home pulling into my driveway. I get out of my car and walk up to my front door unlocking it hesitating slightly before I walk inside. I close the door behind me and I look forward to see my mom standing in the entryway glaring at me. I sigh and then she begins to talk. “How was your first day of school?” She asks.
“It was fine” I say back looking down at my feet knowing there was more she had to say. “Oh yeah well thats good” she says pausing before speaking again. “Well my work day was good…until it was interrupted” “I got a call from your school saying that you switched out of AP Math, would you like to explain to me why that is?” She asks her voice full of anger.
She’s right I did switch out of AP math today. I walked into that class and was immediately overwhelmed by the requirements of the class and the teachers expectations and I didn’t see why I needed to bombard myself with extra work when senior year is already stressful enough. But I should’ve known my mom would have a problem with it because she wants me to go to Princeton like her and my father did. I mean I don’t really care what college I go to as long as I get the education I need but my mom has a whole other plan for my future that is out of my control.
“I was overwhelmed” I say keeping my head down knowing that no matter what I wasn’t going to win this argument. “Well Princeton won’t care if you’re overwhelmed or not, Princeton wants determined and smart kids, so what you’re going to do is walk into school tomorrow and switch back into AP math” she says sternly.
“Why should I? Thats what you want for me, I don’t care what college I go to” I say standing up for myself with a slightly shaky voice. I hate arguing, I hate disappointing my parents, but this was just the icing on the cake today. I already had a stressful and irritating day and she was just adding onto it.
“I am your mother and you are under my roof” she says through gritted teeth “you will do as I say or you can find sowewhere else to live, do you understand” she says and I swear her heads about to explode. “Yes….ma’am” I say through gritted teeth. She then walks away and goes to her room. I then walk to my room hoping to just forget about today and go to sleep early.
Tomorrow is a new day. Thats what I keep telling myself anyway. 
A/N: I also don’t have a Tag list but if anyone wants to join it just comment and let me know. -Love Evangeline
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