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Anthony Lockwood - If You’re Going to Break My Heart

Pairing : Anthony Lockwood x (she/her) TouchGifted!Reader Word Count : 5.8k. Warning : Blood. Minor character’s death. Panic attack. Possible OOC as I haven’t read the books. Angst, don’t sue me. Synopsis : The ambition they’ve nurtured for years finally start to create a space between them, straining their relationship that turns what once were friends into colleagues. Notes : Part II of I Love You So. I recommend listening to Inhaler - If You’re Gonna Break My Heart while reading. Thank you for giving the fic so much love and support, please don’t hate me as you reach the end of this fic. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you. @nessa-stark @navznak28 @gwnwrites @archiveoftara @superpositvecloudshipper @cassiopeiia24 @wordsarelife @mellowarcadefun @ajordan2020 @a-candle-maker @obsessed-female @rambles-fanfic-trove @yokolesbianism

↞ I Love You So

“Anthony, I don’t like this.”

Lockwood drops his bag, carefully letting the sack fall off his shoulder. The heavy chain rattled as it came in contact with the ground. Her worried eyes tingles his heart, as if he couldn’t decide if he should be delighted to see how adorable she is right now or to take her worry seriously. She does have the tendency to be apprehensive at times.

She continues to express her worry but her words blur as if he was listening underwater. His brain was working itself hard to comprehend her sentences, to process whatever it is she was trying to tell him, and though he feels it in his heart that he knew what she wants and what she was saying, he still couldn’t compute the words she utters.

“We’ll be fine,” He finds himself says, mouth moving as if it has its own mind “We’ve been through this a hundred times, we’ll be alright. I promise to keep you safe.”

Her brows were still pinched, a small frown of disagreement displayed, but she remained quiet. Slowly yielding to his words and nodding in approval. She takes his hand, interlocking their fingers and guiding him inside the mansion.

Lockwood could see all the glowing traces on the floor as soon as they stepped in. He took out his rapier, ready to fight whatever is to come their direction. His breathing was getting shallow as fear started to crawl on his skin. Lockwood scrunches his nose, muttering to himself, everything will be alright.

But as he takes a step further, the sound of Lucy wailing in pain greets him. He turns to the source of sound, seeing Lucy kneeling and crying as she covers her ears with her hands.

Then another scream was heard. George was fighting ghosts just a few feet in front of him. Lockwood feels as though his feet were melting to the ground, unable to provide aid to any of his best friends, watching in horror as George fights for his life.

“Anthony,”

Now he turns to his right. She was sitting on the floor, leaning on the door frame with blood pooling around her. Her shirt was stained red. Her face is pale, gleaming from the sweat that is lacing her skin. Her right hand moves to his direction as if she was reaching for him. A futile attempt to eliminate their distance.

“No..” Lockwood mutters as panic sinks in “I’m coming. Stay with me, please, I’m coming!”

As he tries to reach her, a swarm of ghosts comes to his direction. He tries to fight them off, swinging his rapier in every direction as they just seem to be coming from everywhere. Lucy’s wail, George’s scream of help, and her trembling calls of his name become louder with each fought ghost. He wasn’t sure if he could save all of them, or any of them in that matter, but he would certainly die trying than to give in.

With the last breath of energy left in him, Lockwood drops to his knees and crawls to her. He reaches for her face, gently rubbing her cheeks to gain her attention but her eyes are vacant. Staring at him without a blink.

“No, no..” He chokes, crying and calling her name “Please, come back. I’m right here, please— I’m— Look at me, please. Hey, it’s me! It’s Anthony!”

Her still warm body was limp inside his embrace. He cries for her, screaming her name in hope that it would wake her somehow. His white shirt is now soaked red, marked by her blood.

Come back.

Please.

Lockwood jolts up from his bed, drenched in his own sweat as he tries to process his surroundings. His bedroom was dark, lit dimly by a candle by the wooden table. He lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his eyes away from his own tears. This would be the third nightmare this week.

He peels off the blanket that was enveloping his body and puts his feet down from the bed. Lockwood stares on his bedside table. A new picture from earlier that day was framed and stood proudly. He was smiling, holding the most unattractive cake that George insists is a masterpiece while standing on his right, Lucy on his left. They were smiling brighter than the sun. They looked happy, whatever that word means these days, and truth be told he felt happy too then, but everyone could see the darker hue under his eyes and how dull his smile is compared to his best mates. This birthday was hollow.

It was his first birthday without her.

Lockwood stood from his bed and walked out of his room, finding himself gravitating to where she used to stay. He turns the door knob gently, as if afraid he would wake up anyone sleeping inside the vacant room, wincing as the door makes a creaking noise. He studies the room and pictures where her belongings used to be. He remembers the scattered jewelleries on the table, the pieces of chocolate wrappings by the bin, and the clothes hung behind the door.

He walks closer to the bed, resting his hand on the mattress and pretending to feel her lingering warmth. The scent of her sweet perfume that is now gone. Their pictures that used to decorate the walls were missing, leaving torn marks on the wall paint.

He let himself lay on the mattress. His eyes glued on the ceiling, thinking and imagining what she might be doing right now. Is she asleep? Is she caught in a book and lost track of time reading? Is she brewing a pot of hot tea to help ease her mind? Is she thinking of him the way he’s thinking of her?

The boy rests an arm over his eyes. He let out a long defeated sigh. There’s no one he could share his burden with now. No one would understand what he’s going through. Even if he tries to talk to someone, he knew that he could never be as transparent to a soul as he was with her. The weight that has been suffocating him gets worse each night and Lockwood wasn’t sure how long he could keep his feigned persona.

Please, come back.

—-

Lockwood knew that the job would have some complications. There was no way that the Prime Minister would only hire their agency for such a gallant event. The Ball was too important to be guarded just by three teenagers. No matter how proficient Lockwood would think his colleagues are, securing such a prestigious function would require more than a handful of elite agents.

“Kipps,” Lockwood greets as they enter the hall “Fancy seeing you here.”

Kipps smiled amusedly, turning to face the younger boy with such glee that it alarms him, “Dare I say that I’m glad to see you here, Lockwood.”

Lockwood shows a thin smile.

This job was a rather different mission than the ones they’ve done before. Instead of cleaning a mansion or securing a relic, the team was tasked to maintain the stability of the government’s event. With the ghost epidemic persisting and countries collapsing, the government is planning to hold an evening party to gather the powerful men and women from different countries to talk about their economic alliances. A couple of days ago, the government officials received intel that a certain group of radicals were planning to crash the Ball by releasing sources. Security has tightened since and there have been no troubles found so far yet one could never be too secure for such a paramount event.

“I heard you’ve been getting back on track, retrieving more sources and regaining attention at the agency.” Lockwood said, pretending to be interested in Kipps “Did you finally take that fencing lesson I told you about? How did it feel learning to properly hold a rapier with 6-7 years olds?”

Kipps smirked. The kind of smirk that says ‘I know something you don’t’ and it edges Lockwood to the bone. He hates not knowing about things that might cause him a disadvantage. Sure that their teams are now playing for the same flag, that they’re mates instead of rivals for the upcoming task, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that this is a competition still.

Lockwood’s mind was abruptly distracted when he thought he heard a familiar voice. He turns to the source, eyes softened when he sees her, talking to some officials. Her hair was styled differently and the stark difference of appearance she has now wearing Fittes uniform was rather nauseating but no matter how peculiar she looks right now, Lockwood couldn’t help but to feel delighted to see her.

“Ah, there she is!” Kipps says, clapping his hand with a big smile as he calls for her “Lockwood, have you met my newest member?”

His grip on the rapier tightened. Kipps is evidently rubbing it on his face now, holding her by her shoulders just like he did when they met at the grocery store months ago. Lockwood forces the corner of his lips to tug into a smile, trying to collect himself and avert his focus to her.

“Anthony,” She greets with a smile “I knew you would be here.”

Lockwood nods, a little bit too stiff that it made her gaze softened as if she was apologising for something he couldn’t tell. His mind was split in two, torn between feeling overjoyed on seeing her and wanting to punch Kipps’ face. He forced a smile at her, trying his best to ignore Kipps’ presence, “How have you been?”

“Great. Where are Lucy and George?”

As if on cue, a piercing squeal was heard behind them. George and Lucy were now running toward her, pulling her into a rib crushing embrace. The trio looked like a group of children returning to their kindergarten class after a spring break.

Lockwood smiles at the sight. This was what normal is for him. To see her with George and Lucy, talking and laughing as if the world was nothing but a background noise. She looks radiant. Her beaming smile etched on her face, cheeks flushed from the giddiness. She looks beautiful.

“So to answer your question,” Kipps says, making Lockwood to glare at his direction “Yes, I did take fencing lessons, and no, it was not with 6-7 years olds. I rather like this fencing partner of mine, actually.”

—-

Trying to keep his focus is evidently impossible with her standing next to Kipps now. Lockwood knew that today’s briefing was important. That the officials are telling them the rundown of the party, vital exit points, and more confidential information about the intel, but what exactly can one do when the person he’s missed the most is standing by his sworn enemy? Besides, Lockwood’s certain that George is noting everything down, they could surely just go over this back home.

“Don’t do it.” Lucy says as she glances at Lockwood.

“Don’t do what?” He questions, not moving his gaze from them.

“Whatever it is you’re planning to do, Lockwood, I’m warning you, don’t.” She says with more firmness “We’re working on the same team now. Kipps isn’t your enemy.”

Lockwood snorts, “Like hell he’s not.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. Arguing with Lockwood while the cause of his fury is still in the room would be pointless. His lips were in a thin line, murderous eyes locked on Kipps who was still talking to her, discussing their plan for the job. For anyone else the two of them would look like nothing but a pair of elite agents who are only doing their job, but for someone blinded with jealousy, a certain way of Kipps’ gaze already set Lockwood’s skin ablaze.

Time feels like it passes by much slower in this hall. Lockwood swears that it’s been forever, that Kipps has been whispering and making her smile forever. He knew that the two are close, hardly half as close as they were, sure, but she’s always been good friends with him. Even back at the academy, Lockwood had always seen Kipps as a rival since day one.

And no, this goes further than just the fencing thing.

But in the end, she would always come for him first. Lockwood would be the first person she would tell her day to, the first she would share the pastries she bought from the new bakery around the corner, the first she would come to practise her rapier skills with. Now it looks like Kipps has dethroned him from such a position.

“You’re going to lose her completely if you let jealousy cloud your mind.” Lucy warns “They’re just doing their job.”

Lockwood turns to Lucy, looking offended, “Mind you, I am not jealous.”

“Like hell you’re not.” She says, repeating his own words.

“Shut up, Luce.” He retorts “Listen to the officials.”

“Lockwood, I’m serious.” Lucy says, this time pulling his arm with firm warning “Your jealousy is bleeding right out and if you’re not careful, you’ll only push her further and remove herself entirely from your life.”

He remains quiet, looking at Lucy with unsure eyes.

Lucy sighs, letting go of his arm, “Don’t overthink it. They’re just friends.”

His lips were itching to spit more arguments but Lockwood gave in and nodded instead. He tries to avert his mind by asking George to give him a recap, telling him pointers of the crucial information he missed from trying to murder Kipps with his stare.

The job was simple. Come to the Ball, make sure no ghosts were released from the supposed source attack, fight whatever party that might be in their opposition, then go home with a check big enough to feed them for the whole year. A big fish for a rather simple task, Lockwood notes.

Lockwood could already see the list of activities his friends would do once they finished the job. Perhaps a week off for everyone to go enjoy their well deserving reward is due. Lucy has been wanting to visit her friend Norrie and it’s been a while since George went to see his Grandmother in Sidcup. And him? What would he do to fill in a full seven days of no work?

It would’ve been much easier to make notes of all the brilliant activities to do if she was still in the team. He could go and visit her family, it’s been some time since he met her parents. Or maybe they could go somewhere new, jump on the train and visit cities, perhaps countries. Or even just staying at home and listening to her favourite records echoing through the walls of 35 Portland Row. All things would be pleasant so long as he gets to do it with her.

He wondered what she would do with her share. Maybe she would use it to get herself a new rapier. A fancy one where she could have her initials engraved on it. Or maybe she would use it to buy new paint and canvas, she does have a talent in such art. Or maybe she would go and visit all the museums and libraries in town. She loves going to such institutions. Lockwood remembers the first time they went to the National Gallery, how fascinated she was with all the pieces though he would argue that none of the works displayed is half as magnificent as she is.

But now that he thinks about it, Lockwood couldn’t help but to have her words echoed in his head. When was the last time she painted? When was the last time they went to the museum? When was the last time they went to a library just to lend some overrated novel?

I don’t know anything about you outside of work anymore.

Lockwood slowly looks up, painfully looking back at her and Kipps who are now scribbling some notes on the clipping board he was holding for her. That used to be their thing. Even with George in the team, he would often brainstorm ideas with her first, him holding the notebook and her holding two pens with different colours— black for him and blue for her. Seeing her do it with Kipps now torments him to say the least.

What I want you cannot give, Anthony.

—-

Lockwood’s shoulders stiffened as he watched her approaching. Her gentle smile was present but for the first time in his life, instead of feeling comforted, Lockwood feels intimidated. The sight of her and Kipps still burns in the back of his head and his realisation of how much he’s lost her is something that he’s still trying to process.

“Hi,” She greets “Where’s George and Lucy?”

“Having a stroll around. George wanted to get a better idea of the building and you know Lucy had to make sure he didn’t wander too far away.”

She nods, “Why didn’t you come with them?”

Because I wanted to talk to you, he thought, but instead Lockwood only shrugs, “Just needed some peace for myself.”

“Oh, I’ll leave you—.”

“No,” He says fast, taking her wrist before she could leave “Please, stay.”

She looks down to his grip, taking a shaky breath before slowly peeling his fingers off of her. Lockwood swears that the day just keeps on getting worse and worse for him. But she stayed by his side, not leaving. Standing still as she looks everywhere but him. God knows what she’s thinking now.

Lockwood blinks to try and process the unfamiliar situation. His heart was crushed, worse than the state he’s been in and he thought he was already broken. It’s as if he could finally feel the distance she’s been talking about. The invisible space between them that he didn’t realise was present until it’s too late to close it. The wall that’s separating them is too high to be climbed now.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” She breaks the silence, reaching into her back pocket and still not meeting his eyes “I got you this. It’s nothing much, just a postcard I got when I went out of town. I should’ve sent it but I didn’t have the time, sorry.”

He took it gratefully, a genuine smile blooming on his face, ”You went to Liverpool?”

“Yeah, with Quill. We had a mission there for a couple days.”

“I see.”

Lockwood’s lips are on a tight line now. Just how blessed he is today, indeed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call for your birthday.” She says again “I wanted to, but I thought it would wiser for me not to.”

“Why not?”

“People don’t call their ex-employer and tell them happy birthday, Anthony.”

Ex-employer. Anthony thought he knew heartbreak until he heard the word come out of her lips. All these years of friendship, affection and tenderness shared with each other, reduced to such improper status. Whatever chance he thought he had to fix their relationship, Lockwood knew that it’s all gone into mere specks of dust now.

She finally looks up to him, realising the hurtful words she’s just uttered. It didn’t feel as horrible in her head but having to hear it herself she couldn’t help but wanting to slap herself. Since when has their relationship turned into who could hurt the other most?

“Anthony—,”

“No, I get it.” He cuts, nodding and feigning a smile “I’m glad you found an agency that could better appreciate your talents.”

Her expression softened, feeling guilt to weigh more on her shoulders.

“I know this would be wrong of me as your ex-employer to ask,” Lockwood says, his voice trembling as he tries to bottle his emotions “But can I please hug you?”

She winces at his use of words, how unsure he was with his question when they used to pull each other for warm embraces with bright smiles on their faces. She runs to him with open arms, pulling him close as if she needed the hug herself.

Lockwood could feel his body practically melting into her touch, the way his aching muscles finally relaxed as the familiar embrace was finally engulfing him once more, but his heart was heavier than before. If he thought he lost her the night she gave him her resignation letter, he was certainly proven wrong. This hug feels like the bitter slap of reality. That he was the only one crumbling, that he was the only one breaking, that he was the only one suffering from their separation.

And farewell tastes even bitter now.

—-

A couple of weeks have passed since the Ball meeting. A couple of weeks have passed since he last saw her. A couple of weeks have passed since Lockwood’s started to live his life as half a dead man. He’s been busy with other missions, trying to satisfy as many clients as possible and it’s looking pretty neat to say the least. Just don’t look too closely at him. You’d notice how he’s slowly slipping out of his mind if you do.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood chants in his head every time he’s working on the field. Holding onto the warnings George gives and all the ever so friendly scolds from Lucy. But even with as much reminder and support the two could give, it would never be enough to fill in the void in his heart.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood repeats to himself. Turning those three words into a prayer somehow as he’s slowly losing his grip. The only time he would brush the thought of her under the rug would be when his rapier is out, trying to fight for his life, trusting his instinct to swing the weapon against whatever trouble he’s come across, be it in the flesh or ectoplasm.

Just reckless enough, Lockwood muttered quietly as he tried to keep his focus. His shoulders were heavier by a thousand folds. The sight of that innocent man caught in the crossfire between him and some relic thugs tonight haunts him. How that poor man fell to the ground as Lockwood tries to flee from the scene, unintentionally using the man’s body as a shield from the bullets shot in his direction.

Now his feet were wobbly, trying their best to support him as he followed George and Lucy from behind, walking to 35 Portland Row with a heavy heart. No words were exchanged on the drive home and no matter how worried Lucy’s eyes stare into him, he knew that she’s seething inside.

“You two go first,” Lockwood says, making the two stop their pace and stare at him with confused eyes “I have somewhere to be.”

George could hear the exasperated sigh Lucy let out and with one unsure smile, he took the source from Lucy’s hands and entered their home. Better to secure the relic from the upcoming war between the two, he thought.

“Lockwood,” Lucy starts “Not tonight.”

HIs lips pursed. Cursing that if Lucy’s talents were listening and touch, why is it that it’s so easy for her to read him like an open book?

“You need to rest.” She says again “ You can visit her tomorrow morning.”

“I need to see her tonight.” Lockwood whispers, his tone begging “I think I’m losing my mind, Luce.”

Lucy remains quiet, her expression softened as she stares into his vulnerable state.

“I killed him.” He says, voice breaking and eyes brimming with tears “I don’t know why I couldn’t just stop and think straight lately. All I could think about is finishing as many jobs, retrieving as many sources as possible, all in an effort to bury her, to have a minute of peace without her ghost haunting my mind.”

Lockwood’s last words came out barely as a whisper. His whole body shudders, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see that pitiful look on Lucy’s face. He didn’t hear her approaching but he could certainly feel her arms embracing him, trying to calm him down in the middle of the road. It was soothing, the kind of warmth that would keep you sane for the time being, but no matter how tight Lucy holds him tonight, she knew that her friendly gesture wouldn’t piece his sanity back together.

I need to see her.

—-

The tapping of raindrops to her window pane was soothing. A cup of freshly brewed tea, her favourite cardigan hanging loose on her shoulders, and a half read book in her hand. The night was peaceful for her. After a long week of complicated tasks, working with Kipps’ elite squad, such serenity is surely what she needs.

But her comfort was abruptly interrupted at the ringing of her doorbell. Whoever the guest was, they're surely impatient enough to not wait for another second to press on the bell whilst banging on her door at the same time.

She clicks her tongue, frowning at the disturbance. She places her book down, “Coming!”

Perhaps her guest has trouble hearing because even though the trip from her kitchen to the front door didn’t even reach a minute, the person was still banging on her door loudly. At this point she was sure the rain hardly dampened the loud noise they were making.

“Good Lord, I said I’m coming!” She says angrily as she opens the door.

She certainly didn’t expect her guest to be him. He was standing by the door, drenched so wet from the rain that you can see his shirt clung tight to his skin. His eyes were reflecting the emotional and physical fatigue he’s in. His shoulders defeated, chin hung low as if he’s a second away from passing out.

“Anthony—,”

The boy gave into her and pulled her for a tight embrace, melting into her like butter on a pan. He hugs her close, burying his face to the crook of her neck. Her body warmth was so comforting. After all these painful months, Lockwood finally feels like he’s home.

The boy hasn’t spoken a word but she knew that something had happened. Something so bad that it shook the façade he held so strongly to the ground. It was one of those moments when you just knew. Like a silent secret connection you share with someone special. Because otherwise, there would be no chance in hell that Anthony John Lockwood would go all the way to her flat in the middle of the night when it is raining cats and dogs.

“Please tell me you’re here.” He whispers.

“I’m here.”

And just like that all hell broke loose for Lockwood. His breathing is now shallow, chest tight as if he was being drowned in a lake. His embrace on her loosen. His feet weakened, making him fall to his knees. His demons have finally caught him.

“Anthony, breath.” She says gently, kneeling to level with him “Breath with me, okay? Follow my counts.”

“I killed a man.” He chokes “I didn’t mean to— He sacrificed himself— I should’ve gone to Barnes— I can’t breathe.”

She tries to peel herself from him, to try and assess his condition better, but the moment she tries to pull away, Lockwood only tightens his hold of her.

“Anthony, you need to let me go.” She whispers gently “Let me help you breathe, please, Love.”

Reluctantly, Lockwood loosens his embrace and lets her pull away. His hands are now busy pulling his tie and opening the first few buttons of his drenched shirt. His mind was frantic. Never has he ever had such an episode before.

She begins to count, helping him steady his breathing. Five seconds in, five seconds out. Then four seconds in, seven seconds hold, eight seconds out with a whoosh. Once his breathing starts to get better, she asks him light questions. Five things he could see, four things he could touch, three things he could hear, two things he could smell, and one thing he could taste.

“I can smell tea.” He says between his pants “Are you making tea?”

She let out a small chuckle, relieved, “I did make tea. Would you like some?”

Lockwood nods.

“Let’s fix you a cup then.”

—-

Lockwood could feel his brain waking up, his senses coming alive as he smelled her sweet scent and felt the pressure of her body on his arms. He smiles. Sure they've cuddled more than one could possibly count, but never have they felt as intimate as now. Their bodies were pressed to each other, her head tucked close to his chest, and her arms securely encircling his waist. It was as if he could feel her radiating the kind of love he's been desperate about.

“Good morning.” She greets, he could tell that she’s smiling sweetly without opening his eyes “I know you’re awake.”

“I most certainly am not.”

“Then how can we converse now if you’re still asleep?”

Lockwood pulls her closer, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Alright, you’re breaking my ribs now.” She says with a chuckle “I have to run to the bakery and get us some food. You didn’t eat anything last night, you must be starving.”

“I’m fine.”

She clicked her tongue in disapproval, “Come on, Anthony, wake up.”

“Can’t I sleep for a few more minutes?” He asks, finally opening his eyes to see that her face was mere inches from him.

Lockwood gulps. She was staring at him tenderly. As if she missed him as much as he missed her. The corner of her lips were curved upward, making her look ever so beautiful. Even in the morning, perhaps especially in the morning, she looks the most stunning with her tangled hair and lazy sleepy eyes. A sight he would never get enough of.

“I’m gonna do something,” He whispers to her “If you don’t like it you can deck me later but please do it gently.”

Her brows knitted, smiling at his half spoken words.

With a loud beating of his heart, Lockwood leans closer to her, sealing their lips for a few seconds in a chaste kiss. It was an innocent one. The kind you give to your lover when you want them to know just how much you appreciate them and that is all he wanted to do. To tell her that he appreciates her, with a gesture that he hopes would explain better than words could ever do. All he wants to do now is just to let her know that.

Lockwood opens his eyes nervously, scared to see her negative reaction but to his luck, he could only see her smiling back at him. Like she accepted his message and is returning the feelings for him.

“Alright, you deserve a few more minutes of sleep for that.”

He chuckles, pulling her back for another tight embrace.

“Anthony, I really need to get us some food.” She protests “You need to let me go.”

“Stop wiggling.”

“Then let me go.”

Lockwood groans but let go of her anyway. His brows furrowed in disapproval, lips pursed in an annoyed frown, and despite his growing disappointment that she won’t be joining his quick extra nap, he knew that she has a tight schedule for the day and keeping her late for her breakfast wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do.

She lets out a satisfied sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before looking back at his sleepy self, “Promise me you’ll still be here when I’m back.”

Lockwood nods and hums in agreement. His hand searches for hers, still with his eyes closed, and plants a kiss on the back of her hand. He caresses it with his thumb before letting go gently, “I won’t go anywhere.”

If only Lockwood would open his eyes for a minute, he would’ve seen the bright smile on her face. How her cheeks were flushed and the lovestruck eyes she has for him. But he was busy trying to recompose himself. What he did just now has certainly burned all their bridges to the ground. He has never been this bold, never that fearless and taking the leap of faith for their relationship, and yet he did. He needs to process this before he could see her again.

How the universe seemed to have aligned their stars together now.

Lockwood heard the soft click of the front door closing when she left. He finds it hard to fall back to sleep now from all the adrenaline rush. His lips were still curved in a satisfied smile. He feels giddy. Like his body was supercharged and he could conquer the world now. Funny how she could turn his world upside down just with a snap of her fingers.

He now finds himself getting up from the bed and looking around her flat. He could see the pictures that were glued to the walls of her room in 35 Portland Row now decorating the sitting room. Even when she doesn’t live with him anymore, it soothes him to know that she brought a piece of their home wherever she goes.

He heard the front door knob twisting, turning to see it with a happy smile, “That was fast.”

But the happy face was soon slapped off of his face as he stared at the man standing. Kipps were mirroring his confused look, staring at each other with the silent question: what are you doing here?

And then it dawned in him. Lockwood looks down to the shirt he’s wearing, the one she let him borrow to get out of his soaked clothings. The plain white shirt that fits him right but is certainly oversized for her. Why would she have a men’s shirt?

“Kipps,” Lockwood greets with a lump growing on his throat “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“The same could be said for you.” Kipps said, his tone unsure but his usual smirk was decorating his face “Is she here?”

“She went to the bakery.”

Kipps nods, giving him an ‘ah’.

Lockwood bites the inside of his cheek so hard that he could feel the foul taste of blood from it. He should’ve known better. Why didn’t he think about it before? Why didn’t he see it? How could he forget that she was no longer his? Hell, she was never his to begin with.

“I, uh, I just remembered I have some things to sort out.” Lockwood says as he shuffles to gather his belongings.

“You’re going?” Kipps asks “Aren’t you going to wait for her first?”

“No,” He says, shaking his head “It’s something about work. Rather urgent, actually. She’ll understand.”

Kipps frowns, knowing that she would certainly not understand but nods anyway, “Right.”

With a forced smile, Lockwood pats on Kipps’ shoulder and finds himself out of her flat. He could feel his heart getting heavier with each step further from her. Like his heart was left there, on her bed, the moment he promised to wait for her to return. But what exactly could he do? He knew his place, even when he'd forgotten about it last night. He forgot and he was made to remember. She was no longer his.

She was Kipps’.

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suashii · 1 year

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a liddol something short and sweet for nagi’s birthday ♡

a notification banner slides down from the top of nagi’s screen, obscuring his view from the game he’s playing. he almost sighs and swipes it away before he sees the name he entered as your contact. without another thought, nagi abandons his game and presses the green button to accept your video call.

a sound that alerts him that the call is connected emits from the speaker before an image pops up on the screen. he was expecting to be met with your face but, instead, he sees the familiar sight of a portion of the kitchen of your shared apartment. his lips pull down in a frown as he speaks up. "hello?"

his voice prompts your arrival. all of a sudden, you appear in the frame wearing a pointy party hat and holding one of those blowout noise makers. "happy birthday!" you shout before blowing a lengthy puff of air into the party favor.

nagi's dark eyes flit up to the time displayed in the upper left-hand corner of his phone. sure enough, it's midnight, marking the beginning of may 6th. he's sure he would have fallen asleep without realizing it if you hadn't called.

"thank you," he utters into the fabric of his hoodie that has bunched up at his neck. as grateful as he is for your birthday wish, he would have preferred to hear it from you in person rather than over the phone. he wouldn't have cared if he was traveling for work on his birthday in the past but now that he's with you, having to be so far away from home is a pain.

you can easily pick up on his dampened spirits even when you aren't beside him. it's far from ideal that the two of you have to be apart today of all days but even though the circumstances didn't work in your favor, you're still determined to make nagi's birthday meaningful—even if that means running the risk of getting a noise complaint from your neighbors.

"i got you something," you tell the snowy-haired man, excitedly clapping your hands together.

that much piques nagi's curiosity. "hm? what?"

"gimme just one second," you drawl, stepping out of the frame once more. nagi sits up a little straighter, eyes glued to his screen as he awaits your return. it's not long before you're back in front of the camera. in your hands is a cupcake with a single candle stuck in the center. there's a smile on your face as you hold the dessert in front of you. "surprise! make a wish, baby."

nagi's lips part before he breathes out a quiet laugh. only you would put so much effort into a virtual birthday party. it seems silly, but he lets his eyes drift shut as he thinks up a wish—that he gets to spend his next birthday with you. he wants you to be able to wrap him in a tight hug and pepper kisses all over his face this time next year.

"all done?" you ask after the brief silence.

"mhm." he nods.

"okay." you hold the cupcake even closer to your phone. "blow out your candle."

despite knowing that his breath of air won't actually be enough to blow out the small flame, he puffs out his cheeks and pushes a stream of air past his lips as though it is. you wave your hand off-screen to put out the candle and cheer when the orange flame fades away.

you set the cupcake aside with your antics and lean down so that nagi can really see you. you smile at his sleepy eyes and messy bedhead, wanting nothing more than to reach through your phone so that you can cup his cheeks in your palms and plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. you can't, so you settle for the phrase, "i love you."

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fakesimp · 11 months

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The doll maker, With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Mentions of Dolls ; First Meeting

A/n !

I am baaaackk, for now (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠) I just hope I didn't get any, writing block..

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The voice of wood clacking echoed throughout the house of the doll maker, the raven walked through the path of, body parts of the dolls that, either broken or have yet to be attached.

His eyes scanned through the doll parts that is scattered around the floor, the wood clacking is getting louder the further deep he walked. Until he reached a closed sliding door, behind it there's a dim light from a candle. That's probably almost died, Shu was about reached to out his hand and—

. . .

The raven opens his eyes to see his room's ceiling, he rise up from the bed, burying his face in his palm, he sighed, "Again.." he whispered to himself. He stared at the paper scrolls that is scattered on his desk, he frowned. It was the information he gathered from his dreams, trying to figure out what does these repeated dream he got means.

Writing down any changes in the dream, but it always lead to nowhere. He couldn't find the reason why, he got that dream. Repeatedly, every night. It's always the same hallway, the scattered doll parts. And the sliding door that is closed tight all the way at the end of the hall, just when he want to open it, he wakes up.

"I, still don't understand why." He whispered and frowned once more for a while before he then cleaned up his futon and walked out from his room, it was night time. The moon shines bright, Shu stared up at the moon, and then one of his shikigamis float towards him. "Master! There's, something— or someone, outside the gates! They.. seemed.." the shikigami paused for a moment, making the raven raise a brow, "...broken, like a doll"

Shu blinked owlishly at the shikigami, "Just now?" He asked as he rush to the gates of his household, "I think they've been sitting outside for a while" he nod his head in acknowledgement as he slowly pull the gates open, and looked over at the side, and there it is.

The doll.

Human sized doll,

A puppet, perhaps?

Shu took the doll in, very, very carefully. Since some of the body parts seems fragile, the raven took the human sized doll into his room and frowned upon what to do with it, he never fixed dolls. He could do healing magic, but it's for humans, he have yet, to try it on a nonliving thing.

The shikigami who reported about the doll floats next to him, "I think, I've seen this puppet somewhere before master" the shikigami informed. "Where?" He asked as he scanned over the broken doll Infront of him, "There is a doll maker in the town, but they're isolated from other townsfolk" the shikigami floats towards the doll and slightly move their clothes a bit to reveal a mark.

Shu's eyes widen, the mark. Is the same mark he sees on the doll parts in his dream, "Lead me to where the doll maker's house" he requested and with that the shikigami led him towards the doll maker's household.

. . .

The raven stood still, watching the doll maker's house. The gate of the house is closed, "This... I, can't just barge in right" he said as he gave himself a pitiful laugh. He knocked, and he waited.

No one came to the door, he looked over at his shikigami who accompanied him. "...I guess, I'll just have to come back some other time" he said, but as he turned away from the gate, he heard wood clanking behind the gate.

Shu look over and saw the gate slowly opens, and then it revealed a person, or a doll to be exact, almost the same one like he saved at his house.

"It is been awhile for our maker to have a guest.." the doll said as they opened the gate and slightly bow at Shu, "Does one have an appointment with the maker?" The doll asked in a very formal way. Making the raven a bit taken a back for it, "No.. not exactly, but does your, 'Maker' have a time to spare? If not I can come another time" the doll shook it's head, "The maker is currently taking a break, but due to the weak health condition, the maker couldn't come to welcome the unexpected guests." The doll explained as they moved away from the gate letting the Sorcerer enter.

As Shu entered, he looked around at the place, it is well kept, and he noticed there's so many—

Dolls. Everywhere dolls.

Walking around, cleaning up the place, watering the plants, hanging clothes. Shu look over at the doll who opened the gate for him, "I believe, one have met my twin?" The doll said surprising the Sorcerer, "Ah, Yes... They're still at my house, do you want me to take them back?" The doll shook it's head, "Do not worry, We will send some dolls to come to your living quarters to pick my twin up" the doll then lead Shu to the maker's room, or to be exact it's,

Your room.

"The guest have arrived" the doll said, "Ah, Yes, let them in" you said as you look over at the sliding door that' slowly slide open, revealing the doll assistant you created by your own hands.

The doll entered your room, and then you see him. Standing right outside your door, "I'm sorry for the sudden visit, but one of your creation ended up right outside my gate.. So, I.. thought of, informing you, the maker, about it." the raven apologized sheepishly as he slightly bowed down at you, you shook your hand, "Oh please, It's okay! It must've got lost and ended up right in front of your gate, I am sorry for your trouble.." you apologized and you let him enter your room. You prepared a tea for him to drink, "I deeply apologize if it's a bit messy here, I didn't have the time to clean up due to me not expecting any guest coming" "Oh, no no, it's okay it was my fault for coming here unannounced"

Both of you took a good time of chattering with each other, also of course not forgetting to introduce yourselves to each other. Soon after both of you are talking about the town, you were fascinated, but due to your weak health condition, you couldn't go outside freely like others.

"Maybe, just maybe, I can help you?" Shu offered, making you look over at him, slightly tilting your head, ".. How exactly are you going to help?" You asked, staring at him expectantly, you see him put his finger under his chin, he closed his eyes for a moment before opening it again and stared at you, "Well, I am a Sorcerer, though I barely appear in the town haha, but seeing you so eager to go out to see the town, maybe I can help you with it" he then extended his hand towards you, "And, ..maybe we can do it now if you want?"

You stared at his hand before hesitantly reaching out to his and placed yours on top of his, "Alright then, let's go, shall we?"

. . .

You're holding onto him so tightly when he took a step out, when you thought you're going out for a walk, he decided to make you lost your ground, you look down for a moment to realize that you're flying. "Hold on tight, it's going to be quite a ride" he said and you closed your eyes tight, after a moment, you feel the ground again, or to be exact the roof.

You opened your eyes to see a beautiful sight of the bustling town, sound of people talking, laughing, also some merchants trying to get some customers' attention to buy their products, the town is so lively, the yellow lights that shines brightly amongst the streets. People walking pass each other, visiting one place to another.

It is quite a busy street, you were in awe as you watch the village from your spot, while still holding on to the Sorcerer, "What.. a beautiful sight.." you said in a whisper, earning a chuckle from the raven, "Yeah? I often come by at night, only to do a few errands before going back home again. But it is quite a sight.." he said gently holding you so that you didn't fall, you look over at him, and smiled.

"Thank you, so much, Shu.. for letting me see, this beautiful sight of the town.."

"It is all I can do"

You're both lower yourself, as you watch the bustling town under the moonlight, both of your faces are filled with happiness and curiosity of what about to come in the future.

Tonight, might not be much, but maybe, it could be a new path for both you and him to start a journey together..

Just maybe..

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There's a possibility of this getting a next part, but.. eh, we'll see (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino

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reticulating-splines · 5 months

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Chez Cromwell: Redux - Pt. 1

Magical Victorian Cat Mansion. Redone.

Part I: Exteriors | Part II

So after the long-awaited addition of Infants and Ceilings to the game, I realized I should probably update my one furnished build (so far) for these features. Unfortunately I got carried away again and just ended up revamping the whole build from the exterior, to each individual room + some new ones! This version has also been more extensively play-tested over time with all age groups and pets, with some extra fire hazard and accessibility issues addressed.

It still has all the original Lot Features:

Victorian era historical build, fully playtested

Off-the-grid compatible

9 Bed / 6 bath

Library Greenhouse

Spellcaster's room

Outdoor smokehouse

Pleasure + kitchen gardens

Portal to the magic realm

Hidden cat room, litterroom, + catway system for Familiars

Staff/Servant's lounge w/ private stairs

Bedrooms for Butler, Nanny/Governess, and Maids

Lot size 30x40, fully landscaped

Cat Hangout, Peace and Quiet

Spooky lot challenge

As well as an extensive Changelog and list of New Features:

Revamped exteriors + interiors, roofs, and gardens

Ceilings for all rooms

Added even more windows somehow

Skylights for 3rd floor and wraparound verandah

Rooftop meditation-garden-yoga-summoning-circle

Portals! Small library located off the spell-room has been converted into the Portal Room with 3 portals leading throughout the house: one to the tower on the roof, one to the greenhouse in the back, and one to the third floor hall.

Moved Magic Realm Portal to rooftop garden

Put more cat doors everywhere, they enjoy using the catdoors and portals for zoomies

Sprinklers, alarms, and fire resistant flooring have been added around fireplaces.

Fireplace in the tower was removed for it's propensity to set the roof on fire and become unreachable and inextinguishable

Tower room has been converted into a Collections display room instead, a la sims 3

Portal in the tower/Collections room also makes potential burglaries more threatening, but if you’re an occult you’re expected to employ practical DADA techniques to avert this

Updated Nursery and Playroom for Infants

Redid terrain paint. Twice. Why tf does it just vanish randomly sometimes

NEW Magic Bean Hunt! Stump is located where the magic realm portal used to be and beans are strategically hidden around the lot. I'd love to see how long it takes for you to catch them all!

Washbasins for rooms without bathrooms now look like washbasins and are actually useable, both on and off grid

Added privacy hedges and lattices to backyard and fenced in chicken run

Potions Crafting Table added to Spell-room

Crafters Supply Cabinet added to Kitchen

Pocketed pocket doors

Secret Cat Room color scheme updated and cat-approved artwork added

Another Cat room added to 3rd floor

Magic Well has been shrunk

Rooftop area outside 3rd floor Study converted into rooftop Pavilion with chessboard and painting easel

Jack-and-Jill bathroom added for two of the third floor bedrooms

Toilet room removed and bath added for staff washrooms, for an equal 2-toilet/2-bath arrangement, which means the build now has a total of 7 full baths, and 8 toilets.

More crafting tables (fizz machine and candle maker) added to Staff Lounge

Yoga/Meditation Balcony for staff above greenhouse

Small telescope added to rooftop outside tower room’s new 2nd door

Garden lights around yard configured for power + off grid lighting

‘Bike racks’ added by front gate

New Library shelves seem to allow sims to retrieve books but not put them back. However this is actually a feature, not a bug, since now you can put the books back yourself on on the right shelves and keep things organized 🙃

Should now be consistently able to feed and be eaten by the Cowplant

Homey trait replaced by Gnome lot trait since there is a proliferation of gnomes

Requirements

Lot: 40x30, $752,005, 9 bed 8 bath, Cat Hangout, Gnome, Peace and Quiet, Spooky Lot Challenge

Packs - packs in bold are essential:

EPs - Cottage Living, University, Island Living, Get Together, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats&Dogs, Eco Living, City Living, Get to Work

GPs - Realm Of Magic, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires. Strangerville, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat

SPs - Paranormal, Laundry Day, Romantic Garden. Nifty Knitting, Vintage Glamour

Kits - Blooming Rooms, Desert Luxe

Patreon Download

Public: Available Dec 15th!

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migueloharasonlylove · 9 months

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Still into you

Part 1 : Familiarity

Part 2 : A rekindled candle

Part 3 : Is he? Isn't he?

It's been two years since you've last seen Miguel after your separation as lovers with him due to him being unable to provide you with affection and attention due to "classified" reasons that he couldn't tell you, and it made you curious on what he was hiding. Perhaps another lover? Fell out of love? Before you could even inquire for more details, he just left you alone on the floor of the living room.. and he has never shown his face to you since.

Every night, it would be that same nightmare of the past when Miguel still loved you. The only reason why you called it a 'nightmare' was because of how tears would well up in your eyes whenever you woke up.

You knew that things can’t just go back to the way it was but for some reason, your heart keeps clinging onto him. Those faint but bright memories of Miguel replaying in your mind, his voice echoing throughout your head;

"I'm sorry, but it's for your sake."

"I can't tell you.. just yet."

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You've taken on a dangerous job as a spider person, along with another called Spiderman 2099. His identity was a mystery as you've only seen him once every 2 months as a coincidence during hero duties and barely spoke to each other, you'll be surprised if he even said "hi" to you or atleast waved at you. But that's what makes him so intriguing to you, every time you see him, you feel this certain tingle.. but it wasn’t your spidersense, more like your instincts itself.

"Ugh fuck" you groaned in pain as you hit your head on a metal bar as you sat on the floor fighting a literal lizard, but in a larger size that was 5 times bigger than you. Your head was spinning as you hit your head, everything was muffled but your own heartbeat. The laughter of the lizard echoed throughout your head making you even more pissed.

"Shut up, you're a pain in the ass." A forceful laugh emitted from your lips as you forced your own body to stand up and exceed your limits to buy time for all the civilians to exit from the scene.

You shot your remaining webs at the lizard to restrain it, just enough for all civilians to flee away from the scene. You knew it wasn't enough but it was all you could do, especially at the state you were in right now.

The lizard eventually got out of your webs as you just sat on the ground unable to move not one muscle. You didn't even have enough webs to make a run for it and call for backup, the villain was too strong for you to handle by yourself. Memories were replaying in your head. The cheerful, sorrowful, regretful memories.. and most of them were about Miguel.

"Is this how I meet my end?" You scoffed and laughed at pathetic you probably looked if someone were to see you, brushing it off as you just accepted your death, your blood ran cold upon feeling the lizard loom over you, casting a shadow.. Just when you thought all hope was lost, a portal opened revealing Spiderman 2099 and a woman on a motorcycle.

The lizard's attention went from you to them, it looked confused just as you are. You just looked at them unable to move a single centimeter, the woman on the bike went to your aid.

"Hey are you alright?" The woman hopped off her bike as she kneeled down in front of you taking a look at your injuries and wounds. You just nodded slightly, feeling light-headed at every second that went by.

"I guess so, I mean I'm not dead yet." You said in a joking manner despite feeling you'll be meeting your maker soon. Your attention averting to the woman taking a look at your injuries as Spiderman 2099 kept fighting the lizard in the background.

"Who are you by the way..?" You uttered out questioning who she was as you never saw her around at least once. The woman's gaze was on your face, though your mask was on.

"Jessica Drew, just call me Jess." She said with a friendly tone, both sides of her lips were forming a smile. Her smile was reassuring despite the intense fight going on in the background.

"Hey! A little hand here!?" Spiderman2099 shouted in the background making you snap back into reality. That was probably the most you've heard him talk, and it intrigues you. He sounded slightly familiar but you can't put your finger on it.

"Oh right, right!" Jess said in a slight panic tone as she stood up getting on her bike again. "Hey, hang in there." She added looking directly at you with a reassuring look before going back into the battlefield.

Their attacks and movements were so in sync, it was clear they've worked together countless times before. The way they just glance at each other and immediately connect during battle. You just watched in utter amazement as you were still sitting on the floor, you knew you'd only be a distraction to them if you were to join due to your injuries that would slow you down in the battlefield.

Shortly after, the lizard that they called an 'anomaly' was captured in this yellow transparent cage. You stood up after taking a long break trying to get back to your senses as you held onto a nearby metal bar. The moonlight seemed to be gleaming upon you and you caught Spiderman 2099's attention for a moment. Your gazes locked in with each other for the first time, however his expression lies underneath his mask.. then suddenly a yellow woman in his watch appeared making him avert his gaze away from you;

"Lyla, scan this mess." Spiderman 2099 uttered out, he didn't give you a single glance. It was like you weren't there, you just scoffed at how he was giving you a cold shoulder, though you were used to it.

"No further anomalies, canon remains intact." The AI called Lyla said in response to him. Jess then seemed to be whispering to Spiderman 2099, you could only catch a glimpse of what they were whispering about.

Spiderman 2099 sighed as he stood up from the ground, finally looking at you. He looked like he was judging you from the way he tilted his head up and down slowly. His hand went up tossing an object to you, it was the watch you saw on their wrists. "Welcome to the club." He declared with hesitancy in his tone.

A sigh got out of your lips as you noticed Spiderman 2099's hesitancy, he doesn't seem very open or fond of you. But you still found comfort in his voice, you were drawn to him. Something about him was so alluring and you couldn't figure out why. You shook your head discarding the thoughts. There were so many questions circling throughout your mind, what was this 'club' he was talking about anyways?

"Wait wait, what does this watch do? And what am I signing up for?" You looked at Jess and Miguel with a confused look, there were so many questions you wanted to ask but you were gonna stick to the important stuff.

"That is much better than a watch" Spiderman 2099 replied to you with a slight aggression and hurt in his voice, it was like you hit a sensitive spot mentioning how it was a watch.

"You'll see once we enter this portal." He added with his stern tone once again before a portal appeared before the three of you.

Spiderman 2099 threw the lizard in the portal with ease despite how big the lizard was. Jess entered the portal as well leaving you and Spiderman 2099 behind.

"Well? Are you gonna enter or just keep standing there?" He spoke to you with a frustrated tone standing by the portal waiting for you to enter. This man had some serious anger issues and it made you scoff at how arrogant he was.

"Okay okay, just chill out." You complained before walking to the portal. A sigh just left your lips by the way he was so cold all the time, but you didn't let it affect you in any way. It's not like you really care about what he thought of you, but you felt your stomach sinking a little by how cold he was. You weren't sure if he was always like that or if he actually doesn't like you.

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THANKS TO @/onlymiguelohara on tiktok for this long fanfic idea, I wasnt really sure if I should post this before but for the gang I will 🧎🏻‍♀️

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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all's blood runs dry but yours

jacaerys velaryon x vampire!reader

summary; The targaryen prince gets himself lost in a forest in winterfell, and finds himself lured into the house of the lady of night.

(strongly inspired by Angela Carter's short story Lady of the House of Love)

warnings; NSFW, blood, smut (minors dni!!)

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You have many names given by the folk people. Winter's witch, night killer, bloodsucker.

What you are, really, is a moroi, a vampyr.

A murderer. Though that is a call you never answer to. Every blood shed was for survival, never pleasure, it's not your fault those two things seem to go hand in hand everytime.

The stories people spread of you though, are almost always never true, most of them mistake you for the first lady of the night and of the house, your maker, the monstress you owed your life and pain to. Your mother.

From her womb you came from, her bite you were made of, and now her dress you wore.

It's the only dress you have, in your defense.

Years come and go like rain drops for you, as all the clothes wither and fade like the state of your house, only your mother's wedding dress survived somehow.

The blood stained ball gown with ripped sleeves eaten by rats (you ate them back so it's fine) worn every night as you lay out your tarot cards on the dusty wooden table.

A hobby did you well to survive these lonely last years, having less and less lost villagers to devour and too lazy to wonder out of the comfort of your hiding, you settle for rats and stray dogs by midnight after your little fun of cards, then by day you strip yourself bare to your last nightgown and rest in your coffin until dark comes again.

That was the repeated routine of the scary bloodsucker of Winterfell. No one could ever imagine the bore of settling for bitter blood of rotten animals and getting the same fucking card of 2 and 8 of Swords whenever you lay them by yourself to pick.

This night though, the wind feels colder and the trees shake harder, and the card you flip over is The Lovers. What ever could that mean?

Surely you're mistaken, what a confusing card to get in your state. You wipe your rat stained lips smudging the blood even worse and frowned as you put the cards back in it's stack and lean over the grand cow-webbed filled chair.

I'll need to clean the chandelier one of these day, such a shame for a beauty like that to be covered by spiders. You tell yourself as you stare up at it.

Your thoughts were fast interrupted as you feel the wind outside shake through the forest faster.

A dragon. haven't had one of those in years.

You wonder, who you assume would be a Targaryen, might have business doing in Winterfell.

And even more, you wonder if pure valyrian blood tastes any different than any others.

You heard the crash of the dragon's landing a few walks away from your dark mansion.

Whoever it was would come to your home. it was fated. For a second, the memory of your card appear your mind, might this be another sign? A smile carved itself on your stiff face, how exciting.

You heard him then. His knock, his yelling asking if there's anyone inside.

You stay seated on your chair as you hear the doors slam open from his push and the strong wind. His footsteps entices you as you fight the urge to lunge for his neck from where your placed at.

He appears in front of the dining room, clothes wet and hair damp. You wonder if he fell in the snow. It was fine though, You've always preferred your meals cold.

He notices you too slow, seated at the edge of the dining table, one lighted candle in the middle as the only source of light for the whole house.

He takes you in as you took him. Entranced by such unexpected peculiar sight in front of him. A ghostly girl in a white dress too big for her, red stained and patches all over, contrasting the paleness of herself.

"I apologize for the lack of welcome. Haven't had a visitor in years I have to say." Your voice broke the magic he was caged in. He snapped out of the trance he was in and stuttered as he realizes he's been standing there staring at your for a full minute.

"I- my lady- I hope I'm not intruding-" He starts, still falling over his words.

"Intruding? No, never, though visitors were unexpected, doesn't mean they're unwelcomed. You and your dragon both shall stay the night to shelter yourselves from such weather." You demanded easily.

He agrees as easily too.

He walks closer and sits by the opposite of the table as you invite him so and asks him to introduce himself.

"I'm prince Jacaerys Velaryon, my lady, son of the queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. It seems my dragon has found himself in a bit of a confusion, he lost his balance of a sort in the wind and crashed." He explained himself as you nod understandingly.

"Jacaerys. what a pretty name for a pretty boy". His pale cheeks blushed at your words. You offer a rare smile and watch as his eyes beamed at the sight of it.

"I figure you'd want to know my name now. I've many names and titles as well, you know. But I'll spare us both the boasting of my reputation. You may call me [name]."

Your own name felt odd in your tongue, You haven't had the pleasure of speaking or hearing it out loud since your mother died.

And as you hear him repeat the name you were born into, you wish to lick the syllables off his tongue and bite the lips that says them until they bleed into yours.

But for now you offer a bigger smile to show your contentment.

You rise abruptly from your seat and walk over him offering your hand. He hesitates before standing with you and wrapping his fingers with yours as you pull him up the stairs to a suitable chamber for the night.

You saw him stare in confusion at the sight of your coffin in the middle of the hall upstairs by the corner of your eyes, but he says nothing as he follows your lead still.

As the door of the room creaked open, the dim shine of the moon by the window shone through the dark walls of the chambers.

You heard him gasp as he saw the walls painted in blood stains and broken lamps static on the floor.

This is it. You tell yourself, Either I kill him here and now or I kill him as he tries to leave, doesn't matter.

You are hesitant still and just when you thought things couldn't get any interesting, he does what you least expect him to.

He sits on the bed.

At the edge of it he stayed as his eyes rake over you, eyes still in shock but the fear seemingly to slowly die down as he asks you what you never thought he would.

"When was the last time you showered?"

The randomness of his words pushed a suprised laugh out of you as your eyes widen.

"Do I stink so badly, princeling?" You tease as you stalk towards him like a predator eyeing it's prey. "I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing my lady." He responds cheekier than you'd expect.

It was then you notice the look in his eyes, the way he's watching you. He knew what you were, and was not scared. He viewed you not as a predator, but more as a kitten playing ambush with a rat. Not a monster, but a damsel to be saved from the curse of her own self.

As you stand in between his legs, your fingers cup his chin making him look directly in your eyes. "Did the gods sent you to me my princeling? Are you my knight in shining armor?" You wondered out loud.

"Realistically, a dragon sent me here." He jested nervously, confidence of minutes ago faltering as you stand inches away from him.

"hm" you responded softly, a smile etched on your lips as you took in his adorable he looked up close.

"You can't save one from the dangers of herself, i'm afraid. But I could save you from myself " you whisper to him as your lips came closer to his. His breath quickens and his eyes blinked before you closed the gao between the two of you.

His hands were fast to wrap them around your waist, as yours move to the back of his head, pulling on his hair as his tongue slips in your mouth earnings a moan from your side.

A feast of a man was what you wanted today, but a kiss is as equally as pleasurable, you learned.

You patience thinning, you push him to lay on the bed as you climbed on top of him, both legs by the side of his hip, you can feel how hard he was for you making you giggle through the kiss. You feel him unable to stop his own smile as he pushes you deeper in the embrace of his lips.

That smile ceased to exist as you start to grind on his clothes cock making him groan in your kiss.

You bite his bottom lip, giving in to temptation and you continue rutting into him fast with his hands moving from your waist to your ass, gripping it hard, pushing and moving you deeper to grind on him.

Your hands paw at his chest to feel him and he immediately rips his buttons off with one hand, showing you his bare upper body as you pull off the rest of the top.

You were humping him at this point, trying to chase a high your inexperienced self isn't sure how to exactly. It seems he shared your frustrations as he snaps and pushes you off to fall on your back on the messy bed.

Pushing your clit into his hard on deeper as you start sucking and kissing his neck, hands roaming his chest and squeezing his nipples, exploring his body thoroughly as he fights moans and groans of his own, letting you do what you want with him.

He rips of the extravagant skirt of the dress easily, impressing you.

His hands move to spread your thighs apart and he growls as he stares into you wet slicked cunt clenching on nothing.

You were gripping the sheets above your head, a moaning submissive mess laid upon him, begging to be fucked.

And he complies as he fits his head between your thighs, folding then over his shoulder and gripping them apart to savour your pussy.

His tongue moves in and out of your sopping hole making you scream in pleasure as you almost rip off the sheets. His name a a curse, a prayer, you screamed out repeatedly.

Eyes fluttering close you arch your back so had you fear you'd break your spine.

What a funny way for an immortal to die, you thought.

His fingers make an appearance as he slips two of them inside your cunt, moving them in and out your tight wet hole, making wet slapping sound of skin, adding intensity to the pleasure using his mouth to suck on your clit hard.

You move your grip from the sheets to his hair, pulling it hard as you squeeze his face between your legs, riding it.

Your suffocating pussy seems to entertain him as he groans againts your cunt, the vibration making you whine as you push yourself deeper in his tongue and mouth.

He kitten licks your folds and add a third finger. As he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves again, you scream in intense high and clench againts his fingers as they continue to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your heavy breathing dies down as does his movements as his fingers leave you. Your eyes remain on eachothers as he pushes his cum filled finger in his mouth and sucked it clean before moving on top of you, spreading your legs back open.

He closes his lips againts yours In a passionate lustful kiss and you wrap your hands around his neck, reciprocating the kiss.

And as he breaks the kiss to whisper over you, you swore he'd be the death of you instead of it's supposed reversed role.

"My turn."

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Audio Master (smut)

A/N: This is inspired by a comment from this fanfic. Thank you so much for the recommendation, @aestheticpisces ! Ikind of changed it from a professor-student relationship to a neigbor type because… yes.

Basics: Listening to an audio maker that sounds alike with your hot neighbor. That must be a coincidence, right?

Warnings: s*xually explicit, minors DNI, minor writing errors, creampie, erotic audio, praise kink etc…

Word count: 3.4 k

MINORS DNI

You only had a few things in your life that you could look forward to, 5 in the afternoon, sushi takeout and your little secret: Erotic audios.

Now normally, people would prefer the visual stuff. Seeing people grinding on each other, going ham in different places. But not you. No, you prefer the auditory sensation.

Feeling the vibration, moans, and especially the words directly into your ears. So you could imagine and indulge yourself into the moment. The given prompt. Dear God it was so hypnotic.

Now you’ve recently encountered a new erotic audio content creator who had a very similar voice to your long time fantasies. Your crush. Your dearest friend and neighbor. Steven Grant.

He’s been a friend of yours for over a year now. And boy he’s such a wildfire. Sure, he’s soft and cautious but you’ve seen how calloused his hands are from time to time. How his shirt would outline his apparent muscles. Those damn arms that you admired so much.

Let’s be real here, you’ve been touching yourself at the thought of him, several times over now. Thinking about choking on his length, him eating you out. Getting railed while bent over, on a bed, by the kitchen, during a movie, in public- I mean, we can go on and on about your sexual desire for this man.

So discovering this lustful voice that sounded so much like Steven made your intimate solo moments, so much pleasurable.

It was 8 PM now, on a Saturday night and you had just cleaned up for the day. You didn’t have the time during the week to touch yourself, so this seemed to be a great moment to do so. No ones coming over, you’re not going out, and hey, it's been a hectic week— it’d be nice to let it all out.

After a nice warm bath and a change to a big comfortable shirt, you opted to wear nothing underneath. You know, easier access.

So you prepared your bed and arranged everything. Your laptop, your earphones, dimmed lights, a lit scented candle and a sensual playlist to play during the ‘pleasurable’ time you were about to endure.

Happily, you plop down onto your bed, fixing the comforter and pillows to your liking. Of course, one can’t forget the main attraction. Your beautiful toy. It wasn’t big, nor was it small. It was one of the silicone egg-shaped vibrators, and it did you wonders.

It’s pretty pink was far from unnoticeable. You grab your laptop, plopping it by your bedside, placing the earphones on. The browser was waiting for you to look his name up. And there he was.

NightTimeDaddy

He uploaded a new audio yesterday but you never got the chance to listen to it the whole day because of work. So the excitement in you was wildin’.

You picked the new audio:

[M4F] Dom boyfriend reminds you who you belong to

“Come here. Now.”

The voice was so similar to Steven’s, you couldn’t help but spread your legs and place your toy by your slit.

“Why did you think it’d be okay to flirt with that guy?”

“I don’t want to hear dumb excuses, love. Come here and bend over my lap.”

“You heard me. Now.”

You turned the device on and felt its buzz on your clit. These types of audios were allowing you to just immerse yourself, thinking about whoever you want to think about. Steven.

“That’s it. My good little doll… bent over looking so fucking pretty for me.”

You couldn’t help but verbally respond, pushing the toy into you. “Fuck Steven” an airy release coming from your lips. Of course you were thinking about him, you always thought about him.

“You take my fingers so well. So wet for me aren’t you?”

“Tell me who you belong to. Fucking tell me.”

You increased the vibration of your toy, moving it in and out of your now soaked cunt. You found your other hand fondling with your breasts, lifting your shirt up till your chest.

Just as you were getting lost in your bliss, the vibrator in you, you other fingers teasing your clit, you hear a knock from the door, followed by two quick doorbells. “Y/n?”

Shit. Why was Steven here at this time? It was so annoying because why’d it have to happen when you were getting yourself into a wet puddle of your own filth.

You couldn’t help but feel nasty at the situation. You were getting off to an audio of a man who sounds like Steven, and Steven was knocking at your door right now. You couldn’t help but feel like you were getting karma.

Quickly, you hid your toy under you pillow, slightly closing the laptop as you pause the audio. Ensuring that any and all evidence of something was not there.

The apartments had an open layout so Steven would notice your bed. So you hop out of bed, blowing the candle out as you turn on the lights.

You pull your shirt down, it reached just above your knees so it didn’t expose the fact that you were not wearing underwear. You curse at your pussy for clenching. Thinking about Steven as you were about to open your door.

“Y/N! Sorry but I need to chat.” He blares out again, knocking thrice.

You open the door carefully and look up at a disheveled Steven. His brows were furrowed and his lips were downturned. He looked very sad, like a puppy dog. “Sure… come on in.” You open the door wider to let him in.

He thanks you kindly, moving to your couch as he jitters with his hands. An awkward walk from your door to the couch was what you ended up doing. Not truly your fault, you were very sensitive because this was not the agenda of the night. But Steven looks to be in need of friendship. So this’ll have to do.

“Let me get you a cup of tea.” You walk to your kitchen, reboiling the water heater as you grabbed the cup Steven usually uses.

“Thanks, love.” His endearing names towards you were typical of him. It probably didn’t mean anything at all so you don’t read into it.

You plop down a tea bag of chamomile tea, the water finally reheated and you poured it over. Afterwards you walked over to Steven, placing the cup near him by the coffee table. You sit next to him and squeeze your legs together, worried that you would leave some sort of wet mark on your couch.

“What’s wrong, Steven?” You eyed him as he took a small sip from his cup. He sighs out, running his hand through his hair as his eyes look up at you.

“I honestly- I feel like I am losing my mind, Y/n.” He shakes his head, placing the drink back down. “I like my job, I do. But I can only keep up with so much bullshit.” You barely heard Steven swear, and usually when he does, he is pissed.

“Tell me about it. Maybe you’ll feel better.” You squeezed his shoulder and felt him tense up under your touch. His hard muscles made it so hard to not think about what else is under there. You push it down though.

“Donna is a- a god- d-damn bitch!” He blurts out, almost a bit guilty by the way he said that with so much vulgarity. He was so angry and you wanted him to let it all out, your arms wrapping around him, patting his back.

“What did she do, Steven?” You kept your voice calm and collected. Making Steven feel at home and relaxed. He could always count on you. Your gentle caresses on his back almost made him forget he was fuming in the first place.

Steven has had a big crush on you ever since you first became neighbors. Even more so when you became friends. He couldn’t make a move, at least he never saw an opportunity, so he just left it at this. A friendship.

But by golly, you sure knew how to make him feel better without saying more than what you needed to.

“Steven?”

“Huh, yeah- So Donna.” He snaps back to reality, still feeling your hands massage his back. Nearly sending him into overdrive. “She made me do so many things that are not even part of my job description. I mean ‘cleaning the toilets’? That isn’t my job, mate.”

“What an evil woman.” You shook your head at the audacity that woman had. She always mistreated Steven but from the looks of it, this has gotten out of hand. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you stood up to get something from your bed, your stuffed toy of Taweret that he gave you a few months back.

He missed your touch but allowed you to leave. What you didn’t expect was you to accidentally pull your headphones out as you accidentally pressed the space bar of your laptop.

“Does that feel good, darling-“ you panic at the voice and flop around to stop it.“Yeah, you like that.”

“MAKE IT STOP!” You finally shut your laptop down, ending the embarrassment you already gave yourself.

Steven’s ears perked up as he turned his head to your direction. “What was that?” He stands up, walking towards you on the bed as if he was a predator stalking prey.

“It was- pffft- I honestly don’t know. A weird advert of some sort?” You awkwardly chuckle as Steven didn’t stop moving to the side of your bed, grabbing the laptop from you.

“Advert, huh?” He opens the laptop, sadly you didn’t shut it down so he didn’t need a password to access it. Once he opens it, the audio resumes.

You felt your face burn bright red as Steven slowly sat by the edge of your bed, listening to the audio.

“Do my fingers feel nice? Hm? Your warm and tight cunt wrapped around my fingers. So fucking dirty.” The audio made Steven smile, his distraught face changing to a more curious one.

You observed his features and pulled on your sleeves. “Listen, this isn’t-“

Steven had to be very honest. He was a very horny person. It had to be said. He had stressful days, confusing and tiresome nights. All that energy had to go somewhere. So he made erotic audios everytime he could. Having these fantasies of his verbalized and out for consumption for anyone who feels the need to.

He’ll also admit, he always thought of you. That was his main reason for starting these audios anyway. He couldn’t make a move, it seemed too dangerous. But oy vey, here you were listening to a naughty audio. Scratch that, his naughty audio.

“I did like the script of this one.” He slowly states, closing the laptop, placing it to the far edge of the bed. Steven saw an opportunity. A big bright lightbulb boomed.

What did he mean, script? He listens to this stuff too? Or…

“What do you mean-“

He inches closer to you, “I enjoyed recording it.” You could feel his breath by your cheek. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“I- what?” You swallowed hard and clenched down on your cunt, it was raging being this close to Steven. It was hard to wrap your head around the fact that this Steven-like voice actor was… Steven? Shit.

“Oh you didn’t know?” He pulls your hip, “That makes this more fun actually.” He bites your ear playfully, the light stubble of his beard makes contact on your cheek.

Finding it hard to understand the whole ass situation right now. You shudder and bite your lip. “You mean- that’s you?” You point at the audio that was paused on your laptop.

He nods by your neck, “Honestly, this would be a fun way to get my stress out.” His hand continuously massages your waist and hip. Up and down.

“What would be a- a- a fun way to get your stress out?” It was sad the way you were stuttering so much. Who can blame you? You were literally in the middle of a fun, self-focused moment.

“You know… helping you out… giving you the real thing.” Your faces were looking at one another now. A sultry smirk forms on his face and you were literally quaking in between your thighs.

“This,” he points at the audio, “This crummy audio? Why settle for this? I’m right here.” His hand makes its way to your thigh. You shiver underneath his touch. He felt confident right now. Maybe it was his testosterone or maybe it's the fact that he’s wanted to feel you for so long and finally has a chance.

He spots the way you bit your lip and takes it an inch further between your thighs. Feeling the heat coming from your aching center.

“Steven- I didn’t know it was you.” Your hand held the forearm that was near your heat, his muscles and veins tensing underneath your touch.

“Did you imagine it to be me?” The hand moved further up, at this point he was cupping your cunt. He was already rock hard. The fact that you weren’t wearing anything made him smile. “Dear me, no panties?” He leans into your neck, kissing it softly.

“Did I interrupt something? Hm?” His hand was squeezing you like you were a stress toy. You very much well be, after the day he’s had. “God, you are soaking. Should I take that as a yes?”

“God.” You swallow, looking up to your ceiling. You squeezed his forearm further, encouraging him to slide a few fingers through your slit.

He feels his length pulsate at the way your folds felt. Like they were the most moist and softest place he’ll ever feel. “You feel amazing.” He pulls his hand out and wraps his lips around his fingers. Tasting your wet juices.

“Damn it baby, you taste amazing.” His eyes changed the way they stared back at you. Primal and desperate. “Lay down. I cannot take this anymore.”

“Wh-what do you mean.” You ask innocently, watching him kneel up in front of you, unbuckling his belt before pulling his pants down. Exposing the bulge in his boxers.

“Darling, you are such a beautiful thing. I have always wanted you. In every way. But, I am not going to lie…” He pulls his boxers down abruptly, his prick swinging up. “…But I need to fuck you.” You widen your eyes at the immaculate size and girth Steven was packing. It was perfect.

Maybe it was Steven’s shit day or his pure admiration for you— or both? Yeah both. But he really wanted to fuck the ever living crap out of you.

So you obliged. Laying down, before taking off your oversized tee. Your beautiful breasts perfectly settling atop of your body, Your beloved neighbor, did not expect you to just willingly take it off like that. So he thanks you by taking his off as well.

You knew Steven was chiseled from a few nights together, his shirts would outline those delightful muscles. But, seeing him on top of you with your lights sculpting his body, it made his entire physique god-like.

You pull him down by the neck, needy to have his lips on yours. The kiss was fast but far from rough. It was soft, he could not help but feel warm from the sensation you two were experiencing.

“You are amazing.” He breathes in between your kisses.

You pull away slightly, “So are you, you have no idea.”

Your eyes stared into his, were his eyelashes always so long? He smiles down at you, it was so hypnotizing that you didn’t notice his tip slowly hovering between your clit and slit.

“Stevennn.” You whimper, tightening your grip around his neck. This makes him smile wider, looking down at his aching cock.

“I’m gonna put it inside of you now. Is that alright?” He pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. Looking up at him, you nod softly. God, you looked so innocent even though he knew damn well you were not.

Maintaining eye contact, he slams into you. Earning a loud yelp to escape your lips. You felt so full as he remained in you, not moving an inch just so you would get accustomed to his length.

“You alright, lovely?” His hand squeezes your breasts as he stares at you with a smile. With a deep sigh, you try to say ‘yes’ but it comes out more like a “yemhm”.

Steven laughs at your dick dumbness right now and coos you with his other hand. Cupping your face slightly. “I’m going to move now, alright, baby?” He struggles not to groan as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of you.

The sensation of him made you squeeze down onto him. He hisses at the feeling. “Steven… You feel so good, baby.” You pull him down to you by his neck. Placing love bites all over him.

He does the same, placing love bites all over your neck, collarbones and chest. “Yeah? Do you want me to go faster?” He speaks as he hovers over one of your nipples.

“Fuck yes.” You cradle his head between your tits. Slowly, you felt his hands go to your hips, straightening his back so he could properly slam into you.

Before you knew it, he was fucking you. Primal, fast, hungry fucking. He tightened his grip on your hips, this would surely leave bruises but, who cares? This felt amazing.

Steven was in a blissful zone of himself, so satisfied with the sight and feeling of you under him. Gone are the nights where he has to use his imagination, now he can see you perfectly clear.

His cock was making you moan, it was making you tighten around him. You pulled him down again, scratching his back in the process. It felt so good that you had to mark Steven, too.

“You’re doing so well, love. Taking all of my cock, all of your pussy. Fuck you are amazing.” His praises were ecstatic, you wish it would never end.

In your best attempt to speak, you responded. “So are you, baby.” Feeling his length dive in and out of you, hitting your g-spot so deliciously.

He quickens and deepens his pace, making your moans more audible. The musk in air filling up with sex and both of your sweat. Steven’s beads of sweat began glistening all over his chest. His curls were wet and his face was in pleasure. He looked so good.

You were riding out your high, feeling the tightness in your stomach come to its culmination. “Darling I’m going to- Fuck…” You squeezed down onto his length, he could feel the warmness of your pussy get even hotter. Sensing your cum all over his cock.

He scoops you into his arms, still pounding into you. “Oh god, beautiful, that’s it. All over my cock. Cum all over my cock.” He smiles as you feel lifeless in his arms, lost in your own high.

He pulls you to his lips for a kiss, his pace slowing down but still keeping its depth. “My turn.” He slams into you again, faster, deepening the kiss between the two of you. Your moans vibrate into his mouth, he curses at the feeling. His dick was too far gone.

Sooner rather than later, he felt his load spread into you with one quick pulse, both your juices mixing with one another. He looks down to see the mess, practically pulling his cock out carefully to see the pretty cum drip out of your glistening pussy.

He scoops it up and brings it to your lips, willingly, you take it into you mouth. “Taste us, darling. Taste our nasty filthy pleasure.” After he sees you lick his fingers clean, he kisses you deeply, tasting it as well in the process.

It was sweet and salty, your hands caressed Steven’s back as he massaged your sides.

You pull him away from your face, as if you wanted some proof that this was real, that this wasn’t just a very lucid dream.

Apparently, Steven felt the same. He wanted to see your pretty eyes looking up at him. He could not help but smile back at you as you flashed that satisfactory smile.

“So how was the real thing? Do you wanna do this again?” He plops down to your side, making you willingly wrap your leg around him. It was nerve wracking for Steven, what if he didn’t satisfy you enough?

But with a soft kiss to his jaw, you reassure him with a nod, “Definitely, much better than the audios…”

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kierarutherford · 3 months

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It's quiet. Too quiet as you slip into his quarters. There is candle light illuminating his shape, bent over his desk clearly invested in some information. He hasn't heard you enter or at least he appears absorbed by his study. You quickly tiptoe across the span between you. Before you get too close he bristles and abruptly stands upright. "I said never enter my quarters without knocking. Make yourself known. Immediately."

Silence is to be heard in response. Your tongue is dry as your throat quivers. "Commander." It's barely a whisper as you fiddle with your hands unsure how to react. That's when you see it. The lyrium kit. "Maker." This time is louder and he snaps and spins at your words. "Inquisitor!"

"I didn't mean to startle you," you try to play it off like you didn't see what you saw. Like he wasn't just contemplating death. Or at least your envisioned eventual death.

"What did you come for then?" He's taut and clearly in a foul mood. There is a thin line of sweat above his brow. Uncommon for how cool the room is. "I have troop maneuvers through the Emprise to plan. Is there something I can be of use?"

He's curt and it levels the air out of you. "I was just passing through and thought you could use some company. That's all." His face breaks and for a moment you swear he's relieved. "I can go if I'm a bother."

"No!" He says it too quickly and reacts even quicker. " I have somethings we could go over. If you have the time."

"Alright," you smile at the thought of spending time with him. Its not much but since you joined the Inquisition it's clear you have wanted more time with this man. And any little excuse was good enough. You ignore the lyrium kit. Hopefully when he's ready he'll talk about it. For now you feign interest as he begins a long drawn out explanation about his soldiers. You smile politely and continue to watch his every move. In time, just more time. His voice is animated as he goes on. You reply in turn and bless the Maker for making such an exquisite man. Every feature is its own splendor as you continue to focus on him. He's thorough and with each approach his eyes seem to light up. There is a wounded man behind those eyes. He's been melancholy since Haven. Almost inconsolable. But as he speaks now he seems alive. You allow yourself to believe it's your presence, your time bringing him back to life. Maybe it is. You smile wide as he makes a cheap joke. He's funny in his own way.

Time seems to stand still for some time but the cold night air is a bitter reminder time is progressing towards the dawn. You need sleep. He needs sleep. "Commander perhaps we can continue tomorrow? I fear I am falling asleep on my feet."

His eyes fall, "of course Inquisitor. At your leisure."

"I'll come find you or send word. Please get some rest. We should fix your ceiling at some point."

"No! I mean there is no need." He wriggles under your gaze. "I... I like the openess."

"Alright. Then I shall see you in the morrow. Good... Good night Cullen." It's soft and quick. Rip the bandage off fast to cut the pain. But he seems to melt upon the use of his given name. Like there is some soothing power behind your voice. "Good night Inquisitor." But he remains stoic. And slowly you turn towards the door. It wasn't long enough and it never is. But there is a promise of tomorrow and you look forward to it until your dreams melt with it. Tomorrow.

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A Time to Love and to Fight

Part 29

Summary: New developments for Enjolras and his girl.

Notes/Warning: 18 & Over! Male receiving consensual handjob. The death of some rats. Mentions of violence.

My sweet angel - mon doux ange, Angel - Ange

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You inhaled deeply, the fresh flowers brought a sweetness to the air that reminded you of walking or sitting in the park. It made you miss such days. You sat up against the plush pillows and gave Enjolras a look, eyebrow raises.

“This is a lovely room, truly it is.”

The shades of pink and cream were like something out of a dream. Enjolras, wanted you to have that. The bed gave as he came to sit beside you. “It really came together.”

It had been hard for him to acquire so many things. He had never been one to enjoy excessive spending. Though he knew it was expected of him to appear a man of means. However, making a home with you, and knowing you were with child; it grew easier. You missed being with him and picking out treasures.

“But, but I miss coming out with you. I miss doing things.”

He placed a hand over yours. “But look what has been happening.”

“I only fainted once.”

“Once is too many.”

You could see his jaw tighten.

“And now you are carrying our child.”

“I’ll be careful.”

He glanced around. He spoke just above a whisper. You knew he didn’t necessarily trust the staff.

“England doesn’t sit well with me, my love.”

“I’ll be with you. We, we could go to a market or perhaps a dress maker.” Your gave him a soft look. “They can’t be dangerous.”

“I’ll think about.”

He reached over to the nightstand, he grabbed the book you both loved. He handed it to you.

“Read and travel among the stars with this.”

He paused, a smile appeared on his lips.

“I have secured more candles. You do not have to only read by the light of the sun.”

You didn’t care you, you hugged him then. He shifted in your embrace to put the book down beside the two of you. His arms wrapped around you. You sighed laying your head on his shoulder.

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He drank a little more and played cards with a riskier flair.

Before arriving at the pub that night, he finally sent off a letter to his mother. He had pressed the envelop to his lips and then heart before bidding it a safe journey to his mother’s hands. With a twirl of the feather he wrote reams of how the house was coming along and how she was to be a grandmother in the coming months. He did not dare telling her of your lightheadedness or even the fainting spell. No darkness would be out on paper, only happiness and joy.

Now that you were tucked away in the house, in that beautiful room. He felt like he could relax. Now, you be comfortable and grow into your role as mother.

Coins jangled on the wooden table, paper notes of value were shuffled about and ale on occasion spilled along the side of the tankards. Some tightened while others loosened their hold on the cards would deliver a victory or a loss.

Once the moon was high enough in the sky, and his head was filled with the pleasant fuzzy warmth his ale gave him, he returned home. He’d shed his boots and coat and pull you close. He’d be lying if he didn’t miss your quick with or a peal of your laughter while sitting in that pub. The few moments, he had shared you with the company of Courfeyrac or Grantaire he missed it.

Pressing his lips together, he made it back rather easily to where he now resided with you. Not sure if he should be pleased or not, he was able to remain in cloaked darkness of the shadows and managed to make it very easily back up to the lovely bedroom, he made for the two of you.

The door creaked ever so as he opened it, it made him wince and he slipped in and soon moved fast so he could close it as soon as he opened it. Not going far, he soon let his heavy coat fall from him. He loosened some of the buttons on his shirt before leaning against the wall and gritting his teeth he pulled one and the other boot free of his person.

A soft sound floated over to him, where the candles burned low. Glancing in its direction he could just make out as he saw you moving.

“Love? You’ve returned.”

He smiled, making quick strides over to you. “It is I my ange, I have arrived.”

You rubbed in eye and smiled, pulled the blanket aside. “Then I welcome you home my love. I have missed you.”

His heart picked up speed, he knew the curves and beauty that was barely cover by the chemise you wore. Easily, he crawled in, then sitting up and he urged you to curl up to his side.

You looked up at him, your nose gently wrinkled. “Oh? I can smell the ale.”

“In my excitement of winning some hands, I did spill some.” He rose his eyebrows. “Do you forgive me?”

You smiled. “I do.”

His lips curled into a broad smile as he felt your lips just barley grazing a spot on his face where he tamed the growth there.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb caressed you. “You are so lovely.” He whispered. His heart warmed a she could actually feel as you flushed.

“I am glad you still think so.”

He paused, the fuzzy warmth still there but your words stuck him. “I always will.”

“Even when my belly grows with our child?”

“Yes, especially.”

He pulled you closer and finding your mouth, he kissed you then. It had felt like a lifetime. At first, you were hesitant but then he felt as your responded. He held you closer. Your warmth and softness was exactly what he had needed.

As he held you closer, and your hand drifted over him as you moved closer, a groan of deep rooted pleasure bubbled from him breaking the kiss. His stomach had tightened. His pleasure of having you so close had quickened his heartbeat.

“Oh? My love are you well? I have not injured you. Have I ?”

“No.” He chewed on his cheek. “But I have not eyed, your chemise as closely. It has quickened my heart for you.”

“Oh? Is that so bad? I am your wife. I miss being one with you.”

The dip in your voice stung.

“Angel, don’t despair.” He bent his head, pressing some soft kisses where you allowed. “Since you are with child we have to be careful.”

You sighed. Your breath warm and soft, distantly he smiled. It was obvious you had some tarts while he was out. Its sweetness lingered on you. “You would be.”

“I could only hope. But what if I hurt you or them, I would never forgive myself. “ He paused, in the muted light he relished the sight of your beauty. “Though I have an idea. And we can still be intimate.” He assured you.

“Oh tell me.”

“Nestle, closer my love.” He urged you. He had remembered how you had enjoyed touching him that one day. “Do you remember, the day you touched me?”

“Yes.”

“I would like you to do that again.”

“Oh can I?”

“Yes, mon doux ange you can. I will help you.”

Shuffling, he managed to open the buttons of his trousers and then move his shirt. He glanced down at you. “Love, I will take myself out and I will let you touch me. I can guide you.”

“Please. You will have to, I will not want to hurt you.”

He smiled, relief filling him as he heard how breathless you had become. He knew this was making your heart beat harder just like his own heart. Easing himself out of his trousers, he sighed and soft moan broke his lips.

“Oh, you are still magnificent.” You whispered.

Your words making his heart squeeze.

“Thank you, love. May I take your hand now?“

“Yes.”

Gently, he took your hand. He help you wrap your fingers around him. His entire being tightened. It felt unbelievable.

“Are you ok?” Your hand twisting on him as you looked back at him.

He coughed. “Yes. That, your hand feels amazing.”

“Oh, good.”

The gently he began guiding your hand. It almost made him come undone right then there.

“Your hand feels so good.” He whispered.

Trembles coursed through him and he bit the inside of his cheek. He would no let go just yet. This was entirely new way of you making him feeling so good.

“Just like that angel.” He encouraged.

He wrapped his hand around yours once again. We will do this a little firmer. He felt like this was a pleasurable torture. Also however in the shadows, watching your hand as it up and down. Was almost too much. His sweet angel.

“Oh, my angel that feels so good.”

He was so close to coming undone. His stomach continued to twist into pleasurable knots. He shook.

“I’m…I’m….oooh angel!” He called out. And soon, he expelled his seed.

“Ooh!” You rubbed a little harder, and he reached out and stopped you.

“That’s it my love. You have made me undone.”

He panted and melted back into the pillows. He licked his lips.

You hand held him gently. “Did I help you to feel good?”

He blinked. “Yes, love that was amazing.”

That’s when it dawned on him, he reached into his pocket and took out a cloth. “I wasn’t thinking. I am sorry.” He gently took your hand and cleaned off his essence.

Gently, he tucked himself away. “Angel, thank you for making me feel so good.” He was still breathless. He ran his fingers along your cheek. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

“Can you?”

His stomach once again tightened with pleasure.

“Yes, I can.”

*******

He crouched in the shadows. He longed for a real meal. Once in London, he would. There he grab some salted and dry meats for the journey to the new world.

He was tired of the sorry excuse for the stew the cook had been making the last few days. He ignored the burning or the cramping of staying there in the shadows, waiting on another rat. He had already managed to catch four of the seven that came into the corridor.

******

He banged on the kitchen door. The chef looked him up and down. “What?”

He held up six dead rats. “Add their meat to the stew.”

The man grumbled. “If you grow ill, it is your fault.”

The man shrugged and walked away. This would hunt more tomorrow. Now he’d have strength again. He had to keep it up, he was going to find the man who killed his son.

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