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atinylittlepain · 11 months

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Play - A Javi Gutierrez Story

javi g x f!reader

it's not that kind of play, honey.

warnings | 18+ smut and nothing but(t)

a/n | I'm back with another addition to the Peg that Middle Aged Man Campaign! If you don't know what I'm talking about, where the hell have you been? Just kidding, but fr, go check out the work of @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @jksprincess10 and @serenaxpedro they've all got some awesome fics out for this campaign!

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“This play, it is a very strange one, no? Oh! Is it one of those– what is it called– interactive performances?” Is this guy for real? It would be amusing if it wasn’t messing up her flow of clients, having to deal with this bright-eyed man with the softest hair she’s ever seen, who has clearly walked into Pandora’s with no clue of what the club is.

“Hon, I’m not sure where you got that idea. But this isn’t a play.” His brow furrows at that, perfect confusion at what she says.

“But the sign outside? I tell you, I enjoy a good pun. If this isn’t a play, what is it?” It clicks in her mind all at once. Pandora’s: Come in and play a while. She has to let out a laugh when she realizes exactly where the man got the idea from.

“Oh, honey. It’s not that kind of play. This is a BDSM club.”

“Oh, oh.” His whole face goes slack with realization, sun-kissed skin going a pretty shade of pink as he swallows harshly.

“I am so sorry. I am, ah, feeling a bit foolish, I have to admit. But I will get out of your hair now, I– my apologies.” So sweet, so polite, and so flustered, she can’t help herself when she brings a hand to his shoulder to keep him from turning and hurrying out the door.

“You could do that, or I could show you just what kind of play we offer here at Pandora’s.” The man opens and closes his mouth a few times, cheeks tinging from pink to a furious flush, and she knows right then that she’s got him for the night.

“Why don’t you follow me, honey? I’ll show you the ropes, and then you can decide if you’d like to leave. Sound good?” He nods, a quick jerky thing that makes his lovely curls bounce.

“Is there– are there going to be actual ropes?”

“There can be– if you ask nicely, of course.”

…

Tilting her head over his shoulder, she smiles, getting to see his name for the first time, signed on the dotted line of the club’s waiver.

“Hmm, it’s nice to officially meet you, Javi. You can call me Molly, and I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” She takes the paperwork from his hands, making a point of letting her hands brush his, reveling in the way his throat dips and bobs with the contact. So responsive, this is going to be fun. Setting the paperwork down on the chest of drawers, she gets to work collecting the tools she needs for the night, speaking to him over her shoulder as she does.

“Though I’ll be the one in power, you’re the client, honey, which means you have the real control. I’m gonna need you to use your words with me, tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, do you understand?”

“Yes, miss, I understand.” She feels her brow quirk at his choice of words, now standing in front of him with her arms full of goods.

“Miss, I like that, honey. It’s cute. Now, will you get undressed for me, Javi? I’d love to see a bit more of you.” He nods, a lopsided smile on his face as he starts to work through the buttons of his shirt while she lays her toys out on the bed next to him. Quick and eager, he’s left in his briefs in no time flat, a bit breathless under her gaze. He’s pretty, golden skin, strong thighs, and an adorably soft belly that she’d like to sink her teeth into.

“Could I see more of you as well, please?”

“Well since you asked so politely, why don’t you do it for me, darling?” She steps between his thighs, his eyes widening, lips parted as she guides his hands to her hips. Tentatively, he moves one hand up to her cleavage, where the zipper running down her dress lies, slowly tugging it down to reveal her body to him.

“You are– a very beautiful woman.” He says it so solemnly, his eyes raking over her body once she’s slipped her dress entirely off, and she can’t help but laugh at the very serious look on his face, tucking her fingers under his chin to tilt his gaze up to hers.

“That’s sweet of you to say, darling, thank you. Are you ready to lay back for me so we can get started?” He’s very compliant, she’ll give him that, humming an mmhmm as he shifts back onto the sheets, laying out for her as she starts to unravel her set of silk ties.

“Now remember, Javi. I need you speaking to me, telling me what you like and what you don’t. What you say goes, honey.” His eyes are trained on her hands as she holds the tie out between them, giving it a few snaps as she comes to kneel between his thighs on the bed.

“I will do my best to, as you say, tell you what I am liking and what I am not. Though if it is you who is doing it, I imagine I will like most things.” The flush in his cheeks has creeped down to bloom over his chest, a smile that could only be described as bashful crinkling his eyes as he looks at her, a vision that she can’t help but want to corrupt, just a little. She crawls further up the bed, shifting into a straddle at his hips, hovering over the very obvious bulge in his briefs as she leans over him, tie in hands.

“Do you still want this, Javi?” She trails the end of the silk tie over his chest, letting it drag against his nipples, his inhale catching at the sensation.

“Yes, miss, I– I would like what we discussed.” She grins, bringing the tie to settle flat over his eyes, quietly directing him to lift his head up so she can tie it in the back, smoothing her fingers over it once he settles back down, blindfolded and sighing.

“I saw this in a movie once. I thought it to be very intriguing. But I have not had a chance to try it myself until now.” There it is again, that sweet smile of his, and an amusing wag of his eyebrows as she sits back in his lap to take in the sight of him.

“Well in that case, honey, I expect a full report when I’m done with you.” She makes quick work with the other two ties, pressing a kiss to each of his wrists once she’s bound them to the posts of the bed, his pulse jumping against her lips. Moving again to kneel between his spread thighs, she has to pause for a moment, he’s such a vision, his arms framed overhead, black silk blinding his eyes, lips parted in silent puffs of breath. And then, she gets to work.

She starts light, a barely there graze of her fingernails down his chest, over the swell of his belly, grinning at the way his muscles clench and jump at the sensation, before letting her fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs.

“I’m going to take these off, darling. Is that ok?” Back and forth, back and forth, she lets her nails graze along the soft skin hidden beneath his briefs, waiting for his answer.

“Yes, miss– I would, um, like that very much.” She rewards him with a kiss, just below his navel and he responds in kind with a sharp inhale, biting his lip as she finally tugs his briefs down and off his legs.

“Oh, honey, you’re pretty all over, aren’t you?” She likes the laugh that draws out of him, a nervous little thing that fizzles out in his throat when she skates her fingers over the underside of his flushed cock, the muscles in his thighs tensing. She rests her palm over his belly, drawing reassuring circles there as her other hand dips down to cup his balls.

“Just relax, Javi. I’m going to make you feel very, very good.” A broken sound cracks in his chest when she lets her breath fan over his cock, warbling into a groan when she darts her tongue out to lap at his leaking tip. She takes him into the heat of her mouth only once, slipping him down until the head of his cock grazes the back of her throat before promptly popping off of him and pulling away entirely, his wrists tugging petulantly at his restraints in response.

“Patience, darling, the waiting is what makes it so good.” She presses an open mouth kiss to the jut of his hip, lips dragging over his pelvis, just shy of his throbbing length as she lets her teeth nip at the soft pudge of his tummy, enjoying the breathy yelp he lets out when she bites down just a touch harder. He’s getting more impatient as she continues to tease him, her lips pressing everywhere except for where he really wants her, letting out little huffs with each new kiss, each new bite.

“You are a little bit evil, but I think I like it, patrona.” She finds herself smiling against the inside of his thigh where she had just laid another nip, taking in his words with pride.

“Patrona, what does that mean?”

“It is like a boss. That is what you are, no? The boss of this establishment, and of men, I think.”

“Mm, you got that right, honey.” Always a sucker for flattery, she decides that he’s had enough teasing, licking a hot stripe up his cock with little preamble, his thighs going rigid as he lets out a hiss between his teeth.

“Oh, that is– hah– that is very good.” She finds an easy rhythm, bobbing up and down his length, pulling off in between to lick at the head of his cock, one hand cupping and rolling his balls, getting him nice and pliant under her touch. Pleased with the slackened state she’s worked him into, moans rolling through his chest, muscles loose and melting into the sheets, she pulls away to grab her bottle of lube, snickering at the way his head lifts off the pillow like he’s trying to see why she stopped.

“Don’t worry, honey, just gonna start getting you ready for me.” With a smear of lube warmed up in her palms, she gets her hands back on him, slicking down the length of his cock, over his balls, and letting her fingers slip lower as his hips buck up at the new sensation.

“Fuck, I like that– feels so different, so good, patrona.” She spreads him open on her finger, gently pumping in and out as he keens into her touch, a long sigh thrumming in his throat when she adds another finger.

“Look at you, pretty boy, doing so so good for me.” Oh, he likes that, his neck arching with a moan as she continues to fuck him on her fingers, her other hand sliding up and down his cock, thumb passing over his leaking slit each time.

“Aye, patrona, por favor. I– I want more, please.” He tugs limply at his restraints, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging with the movement, his brow furrowed somewhere between pleasure and prayer.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, darling?” She punctuates her question with another flick of her wrist over his cock and a thrust of her fingers, making him let out a whine that she’d like to hear more of.

“Sí, sí, patrona, I want it very badly. I’m ready, I swear.” She shushes his pleas with a kiss to his belly, his hips jolting when she removes both her hands from him, slipping off the bed to put on her strap.

“May I– I would like to see you for this part, patrona.” She has to smile at that, tightening the harness around her hips before crawling back onto the bed, happy to shrug Javi out of his blindfold, a shy smile on his lips when his eyes meet hers. He didn’t ask for it, but she undoes his wrists as well, and he sighs in relief, flexing his hands a few times as she settles between his thighs, coaxing his knees to bend around her.

“Need your hips up just a little bit, honey, there you go. Gonna give it to you nice and gentle.” She does just that, one hand planted in the sheets, the other guiding her strap forward as she presses into him, slow and smooth.

“Fuck, you are wonderful, patrona. I–I feel so good.” She’s been called many things by her clients, but this might be a first for wonderful, the praise coaxing her hips into a faster, deeper rhythm that makes him writhe beneath her. His eyes don’t leave her body, trailing from the arc of her hips to the bounce of her breasts with each thrust, up to her face, surprising her with the delicate way he brings his hand to cup her cheek. It’s just a bit too tender for her taste, and she’s quick to throw him off his game, bringing her hand to stroke his cock as she starts to fuck him harder, rendering him speechless and slack beneath her.

“That’s it, Javi, just let it feel good. Are you gonna come for me, darling? Gonna let me have it?”

“Sí, mami, por favor.” She doesn’t have to ask for a translation to know what that means. A few more fluid strokes of her hips is all it takes to unravel him, his come smearing over her fist as she strokes him through it. When he starts to whimper at the sensation, she finally pulls away, jumping into aftercare mode as she grabs him a towel and a bottle of water in one hand, and her handy credit-card reader in the other.

“Here you go, darling, take your time getting cleaned up.” She coaxes him to sit up, getting a few sips of water out of him as he catches his breath, though there’s a weird look in his eyes that she can’t quite place.

“You are an amazing woman.” Oh boy. She smiles, trying to laugh off the intensity of his compliment, though he does that same move again, cupping her cheek, his eyes painfully earnest when she looks at him.

“I would like to buy you an island.” The laugh she lets out at that is genuine, though it fizzles out when she realizes he is dead serious, eyes wide and seeking, his lips quirked in that little dopey smile of his.

“No islands necessary, hot stuff. Just the flat fee of three hundred for the hour will do.” She holds out the card reader between them to make her point, his eyes glancing at it, though he seems unconvinced.

“After the way you just made me feel, it would be an insult to repay you with mere money. Tell me what you want, patrona, and it is yours, I swear it.” She must have gotten him good and fucked out for him to be talking like this, his pupils still blown out as he speaks, cock softening against his thigh.

“Oh, honey, you’re sweet, really. But it’s all just in a night’s work. I want my clients satisfied and my sessions paid for, that’s all.”

“Can I pay to have you for the rest of the night at least, por favor?” That’s more like it.

“Now that is something we could make work. Cash or credit, darling?”

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jpbpxma · 21 days

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hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

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rocketrhap3000 · 2 years

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off limits ~

part ii.

summary: your run-ins with pedro become more frequent, causing you to set an ultimatum for yourself. you leave to go on vacation with oscar, elvira, the boys, and pedro, too. unfortunately you find it extremely difficult to be around pedro due to the nature of your feelings towards him. that is, until you find yourself in an extremely undesirable situation that he helps you out of, and the two of you have a little heart to heart.

warnings: probably swearing, awkwardness between pedro and reader, reader gets unwanted attention at a grocery store/catcalling, pedro helps her out, establishing an age gap relationship (pedro is his current age, reader is about 25 - if you have a problem with this then DONT READ)

a/n: part two yay! thanks for the love on the first part, i hope y’all enjoy this one 🤍

no beta, all errors are my own!

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The next few weeks pass quickly. You see Oscar and Elvira and the boys nearly every day, meaning you’ve had a few more run ins with Pedro, too.

Just a few days after driving you home, he appeared at your door unannounced with a tiny tube of lip balm in his large hand. Apparently you’d left it in his car - must’ve fallen out of your pocket or something - and he wanted to get it back to you. But making the extra trip just for a lip balm? Yeah, he’s got you good. You smiled, thanked him, then asked him, “how’d you know it was mine?” to which he simply responded, “you’re the only woman besides Elvira that’s been in my car recently, and when she said it wasn’t hers, I knew it had to be yours.”

Then, one evening he came over to Oscar and Elvira’s for dinner, just as you were getting ready to leave for the day. However, between the three adults insisting you stay, along with the boys begging you, too, who were you to refuse them? Conversation flowed smoothly, and Pedro made sure to ask plenty of questions to get to know you more. But the more he asked and the more he seemed invested in getting to know you, the deeper you started to fall for him.

A few days later, he stopped by the house again, but this time while Oscar and Elvira were both out. Oscar had left a folder of documents - which you could only assume was for an upcoming project - for Pedro to pick up. The boys were ecstatic to see him, and you were glad, too. You were especially surprised when he offered you a cup of Starbucks, telling you that they’d made his drink wrong and gave him the mess up one, so he thought to give it to you. But he didn’t stay long after that, and left within a few minutes.

And by the time Oscar and Elvira get back home that evening, all you can think about is the beauty and absolute gentleman of a man Pedro Pascal is.

In fact, your thoughts are so consuming that it’s that night, while talking with your roommate about the entire situation, that you decide to start pulling yourself away from Pedro. Your feelings towards him are too strong and you can’t jeopardize your relationship with this family all because you have a little crush on their (mind you, wildly inappropriately older) friend. It wouldn’t be fair to Oscar and Elvira, and certainly wouldn’t be fair to the boys if things were to get out of hand with Pedro, causing you to be unable to work for them.

The next encounter with Pedro was the night before the trip. Oscar and Elvira had offered for the both of you to stay the night so that leaving in the morning would be easier. Luckily, to save from driving any more, you were able to spend the night in one of their guest rooms. Pedro accepted, too, and camped out just down the hall from you.

However, the two of you had to share the guest bathroom. And seeing him walk out from his shower in just a towel hanging loosely around his hips, broad chest damp with condensation, and that mop of salt and pepper curly hair only fueled the fire of your imagination. He apologized profusely upon realizing he was not alone in this part of the house, hoping he hadn’t made you uncomfortable.

And after sneaking into the bathroom to complete your own nightly routine, then heading back to your room, it took you a while to fall asleep with that steamy image of Pedro stuck in your head.

~~~

The next morning, you wander out of your room just as the sun comes up; before Pedro, Oscar, Elvira, or the two boys. You’d set an alarm last night for probably earlier than you needed to, not wanting to take the risk of being the one to oversleep and hold everyone up.

However, Pedro is close behind you in rising, giving you only a few moments in the kitchen to yourself, getting a pot of coffee started for everyone, before his soft voice startles you.

“Morning, (Y/n),” he yawns, sleep still lingering in his baritone voice.

You spin around to face him, heart racing in your chest as your gaze falls on his sleepy appearance. His hair is mussed perfectly, his big, brown eyes are still glazed over, and he’s sporting a pair of loose, grey sweats and a ragged old Fleetwood Mac tee shirt.

“Morning,” you echo, finding it in yourself to turn back around to check on the coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” Pedro asks, sock-clad feet sliding over the pale, hardwood flooring to get to a stool at the counter.

Of course, you can’t say, ‘I stayed up half the night trying not to imagine what was under that towel and what it would feel like to get my hands on your big, strong chest. How’d you sleep?’

So instead, you opt for a simple, “Good. You?”

“Good, thanks,” he returns, giving you a small smile.

“Coffee?” you then offer quietly, seeing that the pot is almost full.

“I’d love some,” he nods, so you grab a mug from the cabinet and fill it with the freshly brewed beverage.

Handing it over to him, he gives you another smile, and you’re either too nervous or simply not awake enough to hear when he thanks you using that term of endearment - Sweetie - that left your knees shaking just a few weeks ago.

So, you stupidly turn around, ignoring his sweet remark as you pour yourself a cup of coffee, then disappear back up to your guest room.

Within the next hour that passes, Oscar, Elvira, and the two boys both wake up, and it’s not long before the six of you are all packed into the car and headed to the airport.

~~~

Thankfully, the plane isn’t too chaotic. The only issue that’s presented is the fact that your seats, despite the tickets being bought all together, end up being sprawled out all over the plane. Luckily, Oscar and Elvira manage to convince some folks to swap with them so that their young sons aren’t seated alone on this big airplane. And however it happened, you end up seated by Pedro.

You’re not complaining, but you sure aren’t celebrating. Seven hours stuck in a flying metal box next to the one man that you find criminally good looking, absolutely intimidating, and irresistible? Yeah, this will be difficult.

“Please enjoy your flight,” is all you hear over the plane’s intercom. It seems you’ve missed the pilot’s entire pre-take off speech, so hopefully Pedro was paying attention to the spiel about the emergency procedures.

“You excited?” his voice breaks you from your thoughts, turning your gaze from out the window over to him.

“Sorry?” you ask, swallowing nervously at the thought that this is where it starts; the downfall of your dignity, losing your mind over this absolute treasure of a man.

“Are you excited? To get to California, I mean,” he repeats himself, but he isn’t rude about it.

“Oh. Yeah,” you shrug and give him a barely-there smile.

“Me, too. I could use some beach time,” he chuckles, hoping to earn a better reaction from you. But when he doesn’t, he huffs quietly in frustration at your lack of response.

However, you’re glad for the minute of silence, and you hope he doesn’t try to talk to you the entire flight; you’d either get way too tongue tied, or get too comfortable and embarrass yourself by talking too much.

But alas, after another moment or two, he speaks up again.

“So when do you start back to school?”

“Uh,” you clear your throat, then continue. “Well, I’ve been taking three courses over this summer, so I technically never stopped,” you answer plainly, with a timid shrug.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckles dryly.

“You’re good. But, I mean, the fall semester starts September sixth,” you finish.

“Cool. And you’ll graduate in the spring then?”

“That’s the plan,” you sigh, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the way your voice shakes when he gives you a smile.

But he mistakes your sigh of nerves for a sigh of annoyance; you unintentionally shut him out.

He nods once more, then grabs his earbuds from his backpack carryon. Next thing you know, he’s popping them in his ears and tuning out the world. And that includes you.

~~~

For the rest of the flight, the two of you barely interact. The only times are when you have your own earbuds in and he grabs your attention to see if you want anything from the flight attendant, when he apologizes for bumping his knee against yours, and when you have to excuse yourself getting past him going to and from the bathroom.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t felt the urge to rest your head on his shoulder while drifting off for a quick nap, but you knew that would be completely inappropriate.

And then, seven hours later, the two of you are reunited with Oscar, Elvira, and the boys; then, picking up the two rental cars. You opt to ride to the house with Oscar and Elvira, offering to help out with the boys right away instead of enduring another half hour of awkwardness with Pedro.

Unfortunately, when you get to the guest part of the house, you only find one room, and your stomach drops. If you have to share a room with Pedro, you don’t know what you’ll do.

But Pedro is quick to sort things out with Oscar; apparently there’s only one guest room, but a separate little house down by the pool, right before the path to the beach.

Pedro kindly offers to stay in the beach house so that you’re in the main house with the boys, and so that you won’t have to walk out alone at night, although you know this neighborhood is wealthy and well-protected.

Before you know it, everyone is settled into the house and rushing out to the beach for some fun.

~~~

“She’s pretty cute,” Pedro admits, watching as you hold the toddler while the older boy hangs off your back, giggles erupting from their little bodies, and from yours, as well as you spin them around in the shallow water.

“Who?” Elvira asks, wondering which lucky lady on the private beach strip has caught their single friend’s attention.

“(Y/n),” Pedro lightly blushes, trying but failing to avert his eyes from the heavenly sight of you, glowing under the late afternoon sun.

“Dude. You can’t hit on our nanny,” Oscar laughs and shakes his head.

“I’m not!” Pedro laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“You literally just said she’s cute,” Oscar deadpans.

“I meant like, cute… sweet. Like, cute with the boys,” Pedro shrugs, trying to make a cover.

“Well, that she is,” Elvira agrees.

“But she’s off limits,” Oscar defends, leaning forward in his beach chair to look over at his friend with a scowl.

“Oscar,” Elvira scolds him. “(Y/n)’s not a little girl, and you are not her father. She can decide for herself who she wants to be around.”

“Yeah, as long as it’s not Pedro,” Oscar growls.

“Oscar,” Elvira warns him again before turning to their friend. “Pedro, I know Oscar is being childish right now, but I do see where he’s coming from. (Y/n) is the best person we could have ever dreamed of having for the kids. And if you two were to get together and then break up badly…”

“We don’t want you to scare her away,” Oscar states bluntly.

“Man, I’m not going to scare her away. I’ve barely even talked to the girl since you forced me to drive her home that night,” Pedro points out, as if he hadn’t enjoyed that little time he got to spend with you.

“You sat by her on the plane, Pedro,” Oscar rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, and we talked, but… didn’t talk. She’s so quiet, I could hardly pull a word from her the entire flight,” Pedro explains.

“Really?” Oscar wonders, clearly surprised at Pedro’s observation.

“Yeah. I think I could count on one hand the number of full sentences she spoke to me. Eventually, I just gave up and let her be,” he shrugs, the disappointment that he felt coming back to him, filling his chest.

“That’s not like her,” Elvira shakes her head.

“It’s not?” Pedro asks.

“No,” Oscar also shakes his head. “I mean, she’s quiet and polite and respectful, but she’s not that quiet. I mean, she’s bubbly and can hold a conversation.”

“Well she clearly didn’t want to hold one with me,” Pedro scoffs.

“She’s a sweet girl, Pedro. Maybe you just caught her on a bad day,” Elvira defends you.

“Or maybe she just doesn’t like you,” Oscar smirks and laughs.

“Cállate, man,” Pedro chuckles, acting as if he’s brushing off the joke that his friend made.

Although, deeper down, the thought of you not liking him makes him upset. He likes you. And probably more than he should, considering your status as his best friends’ nanny and the difference in your ages. But he can’t help it. And he’s not sure how to stop it.

~~~

“Boys are both asleep which means we’re off duty,” Elvira laughs quietly, treading lightly down the open staircase of the deck to meet you, Oscar, and Pedro back on the patio.

“It also means that we’ll need some snacks and booze for the trip,” Oscar says, standing in front of the cabinets in the mini kitchen on the patio, glancing at the barren pantry.

“Want me to make a trip to the store?” Pedro offers.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” Oscar shrugs. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem,” he grabs the keys to his rental car and makes for the door. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“I can go, too, Mr. Pascal,” you speak up quietly, much to Pedro’s surprise.

He turns around, seeing you standing behind him all sweet and shy.

“It’s Pedro,” he firmly corrects you, the syllables rolling off his tongue so handsomely. “And, s’alright. I got it,” he forces a smile and denies your offer, much to his own dismay.

Of course he wants you to come with him. But you seemed to have made it extremely clear that you do not want to be around him. So to hear you offer to come with is quite confusing for him.

“Really, I wanna help,” you insist, hoping he’ll let you tag along.

“Alright,” Pedro shrugs indifferently, turning on his heels and continuing out the door.

You bite your lip and frown, wondering why he’s so cold to you all of a sudden. Last time you checked, he was nothing but a chatterbox to you, which is why you felt you had to distance yourself. But nonetheless, you follow him out to the car and gently hop into the front passenger seat.

Not a word is exchanged between the two of you for at least the first five minutes of the drive; only the quiet background music - that Pedro flipped on to make it less awkward - is heard.

Your gaze is cast out the window, watching as the sun sets behind the horizon line, painting the sky a beautiful collage of orange, pink, and purple hues. You had to look out the window because when you realized the sunset was casting a stunning glow over Pedro’s tanned skin and reflecting in his velvet brown eyes, you knew you wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from staring at him.

“So you don’t hate me,” Pedro finally speaks up, and it’s barely loud enough for you to hear. You turn to face him, and the temptation to ogle him is no less present.

“Sorry?” you respond, feeling bad that you zoned out and missed what he’d said.

“Nothin’,” he brushes it off.

“Are you sure?” you wonder worriedly.

“Yeah. Just… Why'd you offer to come with me?” Pedro asks, in hopes of hearing that you don’t hate his guts.

“Well there’s not much for me to do since the boys are asleep and I figured I’d let Oscar and Elvira have some time together,” you shrug.

“Oh,” Pedro’s heart sinks. So it’s not because you wanted to spend time with him.

“And, I… well, it’s kinda dumb,” you shake your head, feeling heat flood your cheeks.

“What?” Pedro responds, looking over at you once stopped at a red light. When you don’t answer, he chuckles, then repeats himself. “What?”

“I dunno!” you shrug and giggle with him bashfully, feeling better that the ice has been accidentally broken between the two of you. “You… seem cool and I guess… I guess I just wanted to get to know you a bit,” you roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, turning your head to avoid his gaze.

“That’s not dumb,” Pedro assures you, and when you turn back to look at him, he’s looking at you with a charmed smile. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you, too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” he smiles, then steps on the gas when the light turns green again.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he pulls into the parking lot of the little store.

“Well, thanks for tagging along,” Pedro finally speaks up again, shooting you a handsome smile. “I’m glad for the company.”

“I’m glad you let me,” you smile back shyly, following him out of the car and to the store doors. “So what are we shopping for?”

“Snacks and wine,” Pedro answers, grabbing a shopping basket from the stack. “Wanna split up?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to be on wine selection duty. I can’t say I’m well versed in that area,” you confess.

“No?” Pedro smiles at your innocent admission.

“No,” you shake your head.

“Well, then you’re on snack duty,” Pedro decides, without questioning you further.

And so the two of you go off in different directions - Pedro to the wine cellar and you to the snack aisles - with the promise to meet back by the check-out area. You spend a few minutes deciding between various chips, crackers, and granola bars, thinking not only of the three other adults on the trip but also the two little boys.

You briefly see Pedro going to scan the next aisle over, probably in search of his own personal favorite snack, but you continue with your task. Eventually, you settle on two boxes of crackers and a pack of fruit gummies for the kids.

But before you can exit the aisle and go to meet Pedro, the sound of footsteps catches your attention. You try to ignore them, but they’re slow and calculated, and they seem to be getting closer to you.

“Hey, pretty thing,” you hear from behind you, and the nasally voice is definitely not Pedro’s.

You turn around in an instant, only to find a man standing about five feet away from you, which feels too close considering there’s a hundred extra feet of space and that he’s a stranger. And he’s not a good looking one, either; his greasy blond hair is slicked back, his clothes have various mysterious stains on them, and his grey eyes aren’t trustworthy whatsoever.

“Got a minute?” he asks, despite your lack of a response.

“No. Excuse me,” you finally speak up after ignoring his initial, gag-worthy greeting, and try to walk past him.

But he’s like a moving brick wall, stepping in front of you to block you in between his body and the shelf with barely three feet of space between the two of you.

“Oh, c’mon, Baby. Just gimme a second,” he smirks, quirking his head to the side. “Just wanna have a little fun.”

“No,” you shake your head, looking him dead in his evil eyes as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

“So hard to get, hm? I bet you’re a real tease,” he takes a step closer, and you feel a burning sensation in your throat, not sure if it’s potential tears, vomit, or both.

“Pedro?” you call out, lucky enough to turn sideways and step backwards away from the predator, but you know your voice isn’t nearly loud enough to reach the man you need, in the next aisle over.

“C’mon, Baby,” he growls, eyes darkening.

“I said no,” you refuse, stepping further away from him, but not turning your back to him. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

You continue backing up, keeping your eyes on the man who, thankfully is staying put, until you back up into someone else’s solid body.

“Got what you need, Sweetie?” comes another voice, familiar and comforting this time, as an arm slings around your shoulders.

Quickly, you turn your head to see Pedro standing beside you with a bottle of wine, a few blocks of cheese, and a pack of Oreos in his basket. Next, he’s wrapping his free arm around you, securing you to his side so that even if the creep tried to go after you, he wouldn’t be able to get to you.

“Pe—Pedro,” you exhale a shaky sigh of relief, wrapping your arm around his back and grabbing onto his other arm with a death grip.

“Let’s go home,” he says loud enough, picking up on the tension and kissing your temple to claim you as his to the other guy, even though it’s the farthest from the truth. But the creep doesn’t need to know that.

And despite the unsettling situation, Pedro’s little display of affection not only brings you comfort, but also an intense swarm of butterflies, and he holds you close to his side as the two of you walk away.

“Thank you,” you whisper shakily, but don’t realize how tight your grip on him is until he unwraps his own arm from your shoulder. “Sorry,” you let go, revealing small marks where your fingers had been.

“(Y/n), what was happening?” he asks as he leads the two of you to a self check-out.

“That guy…” you start, finally regaining a normal breath rate as you hand over the crackers for him to scan. “He… he just tried to get with me,” you shrug and shake your head, trying to downplay what just happened.

“What?” Pedro quietly gasps, dropping the items into the shopping bag and turning to face you head on.

“Yeah, but you came just in time,” you assure him.

“(Y/n), did he touch you?” Pedro asks, defense and anger filling his voice.

“No,” you shake your head confidently. “You showed up before he could get close enough. So, thank you,” you give him a small, still scared smile.

“Well, I heard you call my name,” he nods. “And when I saw how sketchy the fucker looked, I just thought to… protect you… however I could,” he cringes at the wording, not wanting to make it sound like he thought you were helpless and weak. “Sorry about the sudden affection,” he winces, referring to the sweet kiss he gave you to tell the guy off.

“It’s okay. I mean, it worked. He stopped and I felt better,” you tell him.

“That’s good,” Pedro nods again, continuing to pay for the items, then grabbing the bag. “God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I shouldn’t have offered to split up. Should’a stayed with you.”

“Pedro, really, I’m fine. Just a little shook up,” you admit. “I feel safer with you.”

“I’m glad,” he smiles, reaching a hand around you to rub your shoulder, then ushers you to the doors.

“And I’m sorry for pinching you,” you chuckle quietly, softly grabbing his forearm to check, seeing that the marks are already fading.

“It’s really okay,” he shakes his head and silently laughs along with you, keeping you within an arm’s reach to him as the two of you make your way back out to the rental car.

Once the two of you are in, you both let out a sigh.

“Adventures at every corner with you,” he shakes his head and grins. “First the airplane mixup, then the room mixup, and now this.”

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, although you know it’s not your fault the two of you always seem to be getting into unlikely situations.

“No reason to be sorry,” he refutes, starting the car. “I’m just glad you don’t hate me.”

“Hate you?” your stomach drops at his words, pausing your movement to buckle yourself and instead turning to face him. “Pedro, why would you think I hate you?”

“Well…” he scoffs silently, avoiding your gaze. “Starting last night, you’ve just seemed… off. You kinda blew me off this morning in the kitchen, you barely talked to me on the flight over, and you’ve been avoiding me at all costs almost every second of being here,” he frowns bashfully.

“Pedro,” you sigh, and the fear of hurting his feelings starts to outweigh the fear of him finding out about yours. “I don’t hate you.”

“Well, I know that now,” he chuckles.

“Before, I just… I dunno. I wasn’t avoiding you because I hate you,” you begin.

“Then why?” he asks, soft brown eyes clearly displaying confusion and the slightest bit of hurt.

“Pedro, I get insanely nervous around you,” you murmur, scoffing at yourself.

“Nervous? Around me?” he laughs again.

“Yeah, I know. It’s dumb,” you roll your eyes.

“No, it’s not,” he shakes his head. “I didn’t mean it like that, Sweetie. It’s just… I don’t think I’m very scary,” he admits, missing your point.

After another sigh, you give in.

“Pedro, I’m not scared of you. I… oh god…” you groan, already feeling the overwhelming sense of embarrassment from what you’re about to admit.

“You what?” he prompts, clearly eager to hear what you have to say.

“Pedro, I like you!” you finally spit out.

And the silence between you two is almost unbearably deafening, until he speaks up.

“You do?” he asks with way too much excitement in his voice, so he clears his throat in embarrassment, watching as you shrug your shoulders.

“Yeah, I do,” you roll your eyes. “Sorry to make things… weird.”

“You haven’t made things weird,” he assures you, grabbing your hand that’s been frozen on your seat belt since the start of the conversation, and linking his fingers together with yours. “(Y/n), I think you’re beautiful and extremely sweet. Not to mention, you’re way too smart for your own good. Except that you didn’t pick up on the fact that I… like you, too.”

“You do?” you copy his excitement from just moments before.

“Yes,” he laughs in return, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“But, you’re so much older than me,” you state bluntly, not meaning it to come off the way it does.

“Thanks?” he scoffs playfully, letting go of your hand.

“No, no!” you laugh, leaning back into him and placing a hand on his forearm. “I just mean… like, you’re a grown man. I didn’t expect you to take an interest in someone like me.”

“And why not?” he wonders aloud, picking up your hand in his once more.

“I guess… well, you have your entire life figured out and put together. You’re successful, extremely handsome, and probably have countless women lining up for a chance with you.“

“Cariño, is that what you think of me?” he smirks, and you nod timidly in response, a shiver going down your back at the new nickname he’s already given you. “Well, you’re wrong,” he hums, tracing your fingers with his, loving the way your hand looks so dainty in his, then looking back up into your eyes.

“I’m sure I am,” you whisper and nod.

“I don’t have my entire life figured out yet, I’m the farthest thing from being put together, and fooling around with women hasn’t been a priority for me since I was probably your age,” he tells you.

“Really?” you wonder, finding it hard to believe that with all the fame and glory he’s gotten, he hasn’t taken advantage of his status as an international heartthrob.

“Yes, really. What, did you think I go around sleeping with a different woman every night?” he plays, but you know he’s just taunting you.

“Not that extreme,” you assure him. “But, I was sure you would have enjoyed the game a little.”

“I did. In the past. But all that means nothing compared to having a real, true connection with someone you love. Dedicating your life to that person. I’m sure you’ll find that out later in life, Sweetie,” he suggests, and not one word that leaves his mouth is condescending or rude, despite your own rude misconception about him. Pedro speaks with such a lovely tone and with only the passion that a true romantic would have.

“Sorry to be such an asshole to you,” you frown feebly, hoping you haven’t hurt his feelings.

“You’re not an asshole,” he assures you, kissing your palm.

“Still feel bad, though. I’m sorry for pushing you away,” you frown, lazily resting your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry. Feelings make us do funny things, Cariño,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Now looking back, I should have picked up on your nerves. But I guess I was too distracted by my own,” he admits bashfully.

“I’m always nervous around you,” you giggle against his shirt.

“Well, you don’t need to be,” he promises, and you press yourself up off his chest just enough to hold eye contact with him. “When did you start… liking me?” he blushes.

“Honestly?” you ask, and it feels like you’re a schoolgirl talking to her crush at recess.

“Yes, please,” he chuckles.

“When you walked me to my apartment that night,” you admit with a short nod. “Instant butterflies.”

“Oh yeah?” he smiles proudly, to which you nod in response.

“Yeah. No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Then you’ve never been with a real man, Cariño,” he hums, voice gravelly with pride.

“I guess not,” you shrug, gazing deeper into his chocolate eyes. “What about you? When did you… y’know,” you trail off bashfully, still unable to formulate the words that confirm he does, indeed, like you, too.

“Well, you caught my eye the first time I saw you, that’s for sure. But I think I realized I started to have feelings for you that night at Oscar’s for dinner. You were so fun to talk to, which is why it was so surprising… and crushing, when you started ignoring me all of a sudden.”

“I was a nervous wreck that whole night at dinner,” you laugh.

“I could tell,” he teases lightly. “But it’s all water under the bridge now, Cariño. No more to worry about.”

“Well, except for the fact that you’re technically my bosses’ best friend,” you sigh, sitting up straight and parting from him fully.

“Yeah,” he hums. “Yeah, that’s a little bit of a problem.”

“You don’t think they’ll have an issue with it, will they?” you wonder, although you fear you already know the answer.

“I just know that… well, I off-handedly mentioned how cute you were with the boys at the beach this afternoon, and Oscar lectured me about how you’re ‘off limits’ since you’re their nanny,” Pedro rolls his eyes and huffs, using finger quotes at Oscar’s outrageous statement. “And I don’t want either of us to get in trouble with them, but I can’t get you out of my head, (Y/n).”

“I feel the same,” you murmur, nibbling on your bottom lip. “But now I’m scared they’re gonna… fire me or something… if they find out about whatever is going on between us.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he coos, leaning forward to holding your face in his hands, directing your gaze to meet his. “They never said anything about that. Elvira only said that they weren’t too thrilled about the idea of us together because if we were to get together, and then end things poorly… well, they didn’t want you to quit because of me being their friend.”

“I’d never quit,” you shake your head. “I love this family too much.”

“Well there you go,” he coos, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“So what do we do?” you wonder, blinking away the potential tears that seem to be settling in your eyes.

“We do what we want, and maybe just keep it on the down-low for now,” Pedro shrugs, leaning in to kiss your cheek with the utmost gentleness.

“Okay,” you murmur and smile nervously.

“So… you wanna give this thing a go, you and I?” he asks ever so softly. “See where it takes us?”

“Yeah,” you nod and smile more confidently this time, letting your eyes trail over the entirety of his beautiful face up close. “Yeah, I do.”

“Me, too,” he smiles, then drops his eyes to your lips for a moment before whispering even softer: “Can I kiss you, Cariño?”

“Please,” you nod weakly, glad that you’re seated because of the dizzy effect Pedro’s voice gives you.

And before you know it, his lips are on yours for the very first time, sending you into a spiral of feelings you didn’t even know existed. Both of his hands float up to your face, holding it securely in his spacious palms. His lips feel heavenly against yours, and you don’t know how you ever lived without this feeling before.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep away from you in front of them,” you gasp once the two of you break apart for air.

“It’ll work out, (Y/n),” he whispers against your lips, going back in for another round. “I promise.”

And for both of your sakes, you sure hope Pedro is right.

~~~

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Twelve: An Arrival In The Countryside

pairing: victorian au!javi gutiérrez x oc (Florence Bell)/victorian au!frankie morales x Florence

rating: M (lots and lots of pining and angst, one mild steamy moment but nothing explicit, a whole lotta these three breaking my heart)

wc: 3.2k

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“Oh, look, my love!” called Poppy as she stood near the window beside their seats on the ship, her button nose practically pressed up against the glass. “I think that’s the harbor.”

Frankie closed the book in his lap and set it in the seat beside him before standing behind her to look out of the window, the sight of England so close stirring feelings of nostalgia and guilt in his gut.

“You’re quite right,” he said, swallowing down the worry that crept up his throat. Poppy turned to look at him, their bodies so close that one rock of the ship would have them sharing a kiss, and pressed a hand against his chest.

“Are you excited to be home?” she asked in a shaky whisper, her focus clearly on the soft bow of his lips.

“I am,” he answered truthfully. “But I must admit that I am also a bit nervous to see how things have changed, how…how my home has changed.”

“It hasn’t been that long since you’ve gone away, my love,” she smiled, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I am sure everything is just as you left it.”

“I don’t think it could ever be,” he said, though she had little idea as to what he really meant.

“Mr. Morales, do you have a moment?” Mr. Bell stepped over with a glass of whiskey in one of his hands. Poppy stepped away from both of them with a polite nod, choosing to sit beside Anna and her betrothed while the men chatted. Frankie resumed his spot at his seat while Mr. Bell sat in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “I wanted to speak with you for a moment before our journey concludes.”

“What would you like to speak about?” Frankie asked, his thumbs anxiously brushing over the expensive material of his trousers, a luxury he could only afford thanks to the employment of the man in front of him.

“Well, as you know, I’ve heard all about the situation at the Bell House, and unlike my brother who has little sympathy in regards to matters of the heart, I am a romantic,” he smiled. “And as a romantic, I feel overwhelmed by the thought of you and my niece reuniting only for her to find that you’ve already promised yourself to another, but it isn’t my feelings on the matter that I wish to discuss. No, I’m much more concerned with your feelings.”

Frankie took in a deep breath and flashed his eyes over to Poppy who sat laughing with her hand over her mouth at a crude drawing of Anna’s, her poise and beauty a stark contrast to everyone around her. He found himself wishing that this radiance she exuded was enough to rid him of all thoughts of Florence, but no matter how hard he willed it, he could not stop his thoughts.

“I suppose I’m feeling overwhelmed as well,” Frankie said. “I…have the ability to comprehend that Poppy is the best thing for me, that this life I’m living in America is the most luxurious I’ve ever lived, but deep inside, I still feel like that orphan boy from the countryside who’s sick in love with a woman I can never have. A woman that I’m not even sure thinks of me. And all I do is think of her, day and night. She…has affected everything. If the air is warm, the clouds are gone, the sky is blue, I can almost feel myself in that garden again. I can almost feel her skin beneath my fingertips. It’s…a sickness I cannot shake or treat.”

“And your solution to rid yourself of this sickness, as you call it, is to promise your life away to a woman? A perfectly fine woman that still has time left to find a man who adores her like you do my niece?” he chuckled. “I thought you were a smarter man than that, Mr. Morales.”

“Florence is moving on with her life,” Frankie shrugged. “It’s only fair that I should move on with my own.”

“Ah, that would be true if my niece was indeed moving on as you say, but I have yet to receive an invitation to any ceremony,” he countered. “How many engagements have you known to go on for nearly half a year in these times? I can’t say I’ve ever met a couple who lasted longer than three months before wedding.”

“I believe that she loves him, and that she will marry him,” Frankie said in a hushed voice, as though he could hardly will himself to say it. “And even so, Lord and Lady Bell would never allow it—“

“Not to a poor man,” Mr. Bell smirked. “You’re no longer a poor man.”

“To Lady Elizabeth, I will always be a poor man,” Frankie argued.

“Perhaps,” Mr. Bell weighed his head to the side. “Perhaps her opinion will change once she sees what you’ve made of yourself.”

“Even so—“

“I’ve never seen a man so in love and so afraid of it being reciprocated,” Mr. Bell noted. “Let us imagine for a moment, shall we? If my dear niece were to show up at this wedding and lay eyes on you, would you run to her or from her?”

“I’d hide before she can see me,” he quipped.

“Be serious, now,” Mr. Bell scolded. “What would instinct have you do?”

“I suppose I’d stand still,” he said. “I’d give her the chance to decide whether or not she wanted to acknowledge me.”

“And then?”

“And then,” Frankie shook his head and let out a chuckle. “And then I’d ruin myself over her. A million times over if that’s what she’d ask of me.”

“And then you’d tell her of your engagement? After you’ve allowed her to ruin you?” he asked.

“If I allowed her to ruin me, there would be no engagement,” he said simply, as though there was no room for any other possibility.

“If all it takes is one look, one moment of her acknowledging your existence to leave Miss Poppy, do you really think this engagement will last the rest of the summer?”

Frankie looked at him for a moment, stunned by his question, before shaking his head in puzzlement.

“I do not know,” he said defeatedly. “I hope.”

“I certainly haven’t missed England,” Javi commented, glancing out of the window of the carriage as he sat in front of Florence, Leo at his side coloring. “At least the weather is favorable.”

Florence sighed, her behind aching from the long and bumpy ride that’s taken them a week so far. The only reprieve the trio had was in the evenings when they’d check into their respective rooms at various countryside inns, the watchful eyes of the old innkeepers forcing Javi and Florence from sneaking into each other’s rooms.

“I will go mad if I stay in this carriage another day,” she declared, laying across the padded bench dramatically. “Please tell me this is our last day of travel?”

An empathetic frown grew on Javi’s face as he turned to look at her in all her agony and boredom.

“The footman thinks it’ll take another day at the very least,” he said. “I apologize, mi vida. I wish I could simply snap a finger and have us there at your family estate.”

“Can’t we stay at your home?” she asked.

“I suppose, but—“

“I don’t care to spend a single evening under the same roof as my entire family,” she continued, sitting up.

“Anna will be distracted with her fiancé,” Leo chimed in, a hopeful lilt to his voice. “Please, Flo, stay with us.”

“Leo, it’s not as simple—“

“Is it Mr. Frankie you’re worried about?” he asked, too young to realize the extent of the valley between Florence and Frankie, not to mention the animosity between him and Javi.

“I have no thoughts or opinions on Mr. Morales,” she said full of pride, her arms crossing over her shoulders. “Besides, I doubt very seriously that mother will let him into the home after everything.”

“Well, I cannot wait to see him. I want to ask him about America, about the ship he took, about the ocean, about—“

Javi cleared his throat as jealousy crept up from his chest, pulling Florence’s gaze to his.

“Perhaps we should stop for the evening,” she suggested, reaching her hand across the space between them to touch his knee. “Where are we?”

“If I had to take a guess, I’d say we’re just south of London, but I’m not certain,” he said, resting his hand over hers and lifting it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ll ring for the footman to stop.”

“Thank you, my sweet love,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

“My darling!” Lord Bell called as Anna stepped out of the carriage with an uncharacteristic smile, her arms thrown over his shoulders as she welcomed him in for a hug. “How was your journey?”

“It was wonderful, father,” she beamed, letting go of him to turn around and meet her fiancé’s eyes. “I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Andrew York.”

“Hello,” Lord Thomas greeted the young man, holding his hand out for him to shake. “I heard you’re an Ivy League man.”

“I am, indeed,” Andrew smiled. “I graduated just last year and have begun working at my father’s firm.”

“Law?”

“Finance,” he clarified. “Mr. Bell introduced us.”

“Ah, yes, where is my dear younger brother?”

Joseph climbed out of the carriage after Frankie, the two of them helping Poppy out before Joseph made his way over.

“Tommy,” Joseph grinned, tugging his brother in for a tight, albeit rough, embrace. “How’s Lizzie?”

“She’s inside with Benjamin and Maribel,” Lord Thomas replied, his eyes trained on Frankie as he remained by the carriage, clearly on edge being back at the estate. “I wasn’t aware you were bringing…guests.”

“Oh, Mr. Morales? He’s proven to be quite a good friend to me,” Joseph said, pulling away from his brother to give him a warning look. “He’s my guest, Thomas. More than that, he was a fine employee to you and your family.”

“Fine is an interesting word to use,” Thomas chided before looking back at Frankie and Poppy, forcing a smile onto his face. “Mr. Morales, what a pleasure to have you back.”

“Thank you, sir,” Frankie nodded politely.

“And who is this?”

“This is my…fiance,” Frankie managed, the word feeling strange on his tongue now that he was back home. “Poppy Greenier.”

“French?” Thomas asked.

“My grandfather was a frenchman, yes,” she smiled, unaware of the tension. “Though by now, I would say we’re all very American.”

“Charming,” Thomas forced a chuckle. “Well, Mr. Morales, I’m afraid we have quite a full house. Would you mind staying in the cottage?”

“Of course not,” he answered quickly, the thought of being back in his home acting as an anchor in this turbulent sea of tension and nostalgia.

“Very good,” he nodded. “Miss Greenier, I’ll have one of our maids show you to your room. Dinner will be served within the hour.”

“Thank you dearly for your hospitality,” she choked. “Your home is the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You can thank my wife for that,” Thomas laughed sincerely, taken by Poppy’s warmth just like everyone else she came in contact with.

Frankie placed a kiss onto Poppy’s hand and bid her goodbye before making his way through the overgrown and under-watered garden, the sight alone stinging his chest like a stab wound to the heart, to his little cottage that rested on the edge of the property. He sighed at the state of the place he used to call home, the ivy leaves he’d take care to manicure now growing wildly over the dusty window. With a gentle shove to open the creaky, wooden door, Frankie let his eyes close as the familiar smell of wood and linen flooded his nostrils, the scent taking him back to the summer previous when he’d spend every single night reading to Florence after carefully taking her apart, only to do it all again.

A lump grew in his throat as he ran his fingers over the mantle of the fireplace, his fingertips turning black with dust and soot, much like how he imagined the state of his heart would be if he could take it out and hold it in his hands.

All the nights spent here, before and after her, it all came back to him in an instant.

This was his home, this was where he longed to be, this was the life he wanted to live.

America had given him plenty, and any normal man would’ve been satisfied with wealth and freedom and a beautiful, gentle woman on their arm, but Frankie had never considered himself a normal man. He was too gentle, to solemn, too introspective to crave anything but the green around him and that complicated and beautiful woman he once knew.

Sighing again, he slouched down onto the beat up sofa, his elbows on his knees and face in his hands as he thought hard about the last year and the choices he’d made. If only he would’ve pressed harder, he would be with her now. Perhaps not here, but somewhere they could call their own. A tiny cottage in the woods where they could stay up all night talking if they wanted, a garden that they could share without fear of being caught, perhaps even a family of their own that could be raised away from all of the classism and societal pressures that drove Florence away in the first place.

Needing a moment to himself before having to put on a brave face, Frankie got up and crawled into his old bed, the sheets and blanket a little less than clean, but he didn’t mind. If he pressed his nose into the pillow he swore he could smell her rose scented perfume, and when he hugged his blanket to his body, it almost felt like he was holding her. For now, this would have to do. A fantasy would have to get him by, because what else could? Certainly not the people inside the manor an acre away, not even the person he impulsively chose to spend the rest of his life with.

Florence, Leo, and Javi had all gotten settled at their inn for the night in Swanley, their stomachs filled with a potato soup cooked by the wife of the innkeeper. Florence and Leo shared a room while Javi slept by himself, tossing and turning with the thought of Florence and Frankie’s reunion.

Florence couldn’t sleep either, her little brother’s snoring and the large oak tree outside of the inn scraping against the window keeping her from finding any real rest. Turning to her brother in the next bed, she waited a moment before whispering his name to make sure he was fast asleep, and when she was met with no response, she carefully and quietly peeled her blanket back and stood up, creeping towards the door and opening it. With a watchful eye, she looked down the hallway and staircase for any sign of the innkeeper, but it seemed both he and his wife were fast asleep. Tiptoeing across the hall to Javi’s room, she slowly turned the knob and peeked her head in, finding him wide awake, sitting at his desk sketching.

“Javi,” she whispered, watching as his head snapped over in her direction, his eyes widening as she let herself in and walked to where he sat.

“My love,” he whispered back. “What if the innkeeper—“

“No one’s awake,” she assured, lifting her nightgown to sit around her thighs as she threw one leg over his lap, straddling his thighs. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Javi’s hands rested on her hips, pulling her closer as she leaned in and kissed his neck.

“I want you,” she whispered, kissing her way up to his lips, her hips rocking against his. “No…I need you, Javi.”

Javi wanted to reciprocate, but his worries kept him from enjoying the moment, and when she reached down between their bodies, she found him soft. Pulling back, she studied his eyes with a furrow in her brow.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hardly audible. “I want to, but—“

“No,” she nodded and climbed off of him, her eyes fixing on the hardwood beneath her feet as she nervously combed her curls behind her ear. “It was wrong of me to assume—“

“Florence,” Javi said, standing and settling his hands on either side of her face. “Believe me, I would love nothing more than to touch you, but…I have too much on my mind.”

“Such as?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet his round, chocolate orbs. Javi shook his head and pursed his lips, unable to voice his fears to her.

“I don’t wish to burden you as well,” he said.

“If I’m to be your wife, aren’t I meant to share the burden?” she asked, her brows lacing together in mild irritation at his constant need to shield her. “Javi, I am a grown woman, I can handle the realities of the world we’re in. Is it your art? Your finances? Your father? I can take some of this weight off you if you let me—“

“It’s not yours to bear,” he said, pulling away from her and walking to the bed to settle into it. “You can stay with me if you’d like, but—“

“If I’d like?” she laughed incredulously, shaking her head at him. “I think I’d rather sleep alone.”

“As you wish,” he managed, though his heart ached with hurt caused by his own internal war.

He watched her as she rolled her eyes and walked out of his room, gently shutting the door behind her. He almost would’ve preferred if she’d slammed it, her gentle resignation stabbing him in the chest. Standing back up, he walked over to the desk, opening his sketchbook to stare at his drawing—Florence’s face sketched in charcoal. He wondered how many pages of his notebook were filled with her likeness, how many hours he’d spent drawing and imagining her. Sometimes he worried that he knew those images better than he knew her as a person, but it was easier to fall in love with a two-dimensional imagining than it was proving to be with the real thing. Those drawings would never leave him, never betray or lie to him, but Florence could. One look at Frankie and she might be lost forever.

Only time could tell.

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heartidylla · 1 year

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started : 03/25/23

last uploaded : 05/01/23

VISION BOARD — OPEN TO REQUESTS

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▹ smut ➪ ✿

▹ fluff ➪ ♡

▹ platonic // kid ➪ ☆

♡javier peña ;

oneshots

▹ i forgot you existed , javier peña x f!reader — feeling as if the entire office is watching your every move, javier peña comes into your life to try and ease it. | ♡ , 1.4k |

▹ high infidelity , javier peña x f!reader — javier peña informs you a little too late about his future wedding, which forces you to walk away from the love of your life. years later he continues to flirt up a storm with you, and one day you have to walk out of his life for his best interest. | ♡ , 3.2k |

▹ how you get the girl , javier peña x f!reader — javier peña screws up with you big time and had six months of pure torture to fully digest the severity of what he had put you though. one day he arrives at your doorstep asking for a second chance. | ♡ , 2.3k |

▹ cruel summer , javier peña x f!reader — one summer night you were invited to a anniversary party of one of your friends, and you begin to realize the suffocating feelings you experience around your childhood best friend, javier peña. | ♡ , 3.3k |

▹ don’t think, just feel , javier peña x f!reader — you have a rocky relationship with your dad and even more so men. your childhood person, javier peña, wants nothing more than to show you your true worth. | ✿ , 9.1k |

stories

▹ secretly his

↳ chapter one , javier x f!reader — first appearance of you and javier peña. being a famous music artist that is on tour, you find yourself attending an awards show which leads you into meeting the man himself, javier peña. | ✿ , 6.7k |

↳ chapter two , javier x f!reader — your ex comes unexpectedly to your house and causes a scene in which javier is there to assist you at the right moment where you desperately need assistance. | ♡ , 2.7k |

⟡din djarin ;

oneshots

▹ you are in love , din djarin x f!reader — you meet the mandalorian within a small towns bar and one thing leads to another and you find yourself on a journey with him and developing feelings faster than space travel itself. | ♡ , 3.5k |

▹ the story of us , din djarin x f!reader — you and the mandalorian had a spark once before; however, it ended on horrible terms. two years later, you awkwardly cross paths once again. will you two be able to rekindle the love that still lingers? | ♡ , 2.4k |

stories

▹ the bitterness behind goodbyes , din djarin x platonic!teen!reader | 1/3 | — you and your little brother, grogu, come into contact with a mandalorian. soon after he earned your trust, you allow yourself to let him into your heart. though, as you continue on your path you eventually find what you’ve been looking for, a jedi. | ☆ , 3.9k |

↳ part two , din djarin x platonic!teen!reader | 2/3 | — memories that were spent between you, grogu, and mando have been taunting you within your sleep. | ☆ , 3.0k |

❀javi gutierrez ;

oneshots

▹ state of grace , javi gutierrez x f!reader — you accidentally bump into javi within a busy street which caused his shirt to become ruined. you’re kindness sticks like honey within his mind, and soon enough you find him once more. | ♡ , 2.8k |

✃joel miller ;

oneshots

▹ evermore , joel miller x f!reader — after his first love, he never thought that he'd ever find another chance. the older he got, the more hope died out. when he first met you, you were a simple librarian who took on a motherly role to sarah who loved to listen while you read to her. she honestly just loved being in your warm presence that seemed to affect joel in some way as well. even though you may seem as if you have everything together, you're just as much of a mess as joel is and you don't exactly know how to express that to him. | , | [ coming soon ]

✑oberyn martell ;

oneshots

▹ the idylla princess , oberyn martell x innocent!f!reader — meeting in a rose bush garden, oberyn preys on you from afar before slowly inching closer to your alluring self. | ✿ , 7.8k |

⌖frankie morales ;

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☻ pedro pascal ;

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skelitinonmyback · 8 months

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skelies weekly fic recs pt 3

i have a big backlog of saved fics to once a week i'll start sharing seven at a time, one for each day

ain't no sunshine by @sunflowersteves

too late by @alloftheimagines

look like an angel by @ourautumn86

drunk in love by @ellieswrldd

win a date with javi g by @wardenparker

be good by @hier--soir

i know it when i see it by @bageldaddy

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller angst #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie smut #javi gutierrez #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez fanfiction

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secretly-dum · 1 year

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can you guys pretty please give me pedro pascal characters requests I want to write more !!

(check tags for the characters I write for)

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal angst #joel miller #francis morales #oberyn martell #marcus moreno #marcus pike #maxwell lord #max phillips #dio nypd blue #agent whiskey #din djarin #dieter bravo #javier pena #javi gutierrez

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heyhilana · 2 years

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New Stories

Hi lovelies! I have two new stories coming out today and Sunday and I can't wait for you guys to read them :) The first one is a continuation of a one-shot I wrote for Javier Peña a while ago that I never got around to finishing. I just finished the mini series a few weeks ago so now it's all ready for me to work on. In short, it's about Javi and the reader falling for each other, hooking up yet they both have their issues which makes the reader run back to the U.S. But, she returns after a year to see that Javi is now the head of the Cali Cartel bust. It is pretty angsty for the most part but I promise it ends well <3

The next part is the newest chapter of my Javi G series. This is one is just where the reader is done with work for the day but she sees that Javi is in the pool. She does go out to say goodnight to him but he offers to help her learn how to swim. It's v flirty and is a nice build up to the next chapter I have in store.

I hope you enjoy both of them and remember, drink some water today <3

#lana things #lana talks #pedro pascal #pedropascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #javierpeña #javierpena #javier peña x reader #javier peña #javier peña x female #javier peña angst #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez #javier pena x reader #javier pena #javi gutierrez x you

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prolix-yuy · 6 months

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A Gift of Light and Joy

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader "Conejita" (Plus Sized Reader)

Summary: Javi wants to spoil you, but his good intentions put you in a difficult position.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), cumming on someone, minor cum play, negative body image, toxic shopping culture, some angst, Javi is clueless about women's clothes shopping but he makes up for it.

Notes: Happiest of happy birthdays to my darling, my sweet friend, the indescribable @ezrasbirdie! I was planning to post this around November but I couldn't pass up a chance to give you a fun little Javi present. I am so lucky to know you and get to yell about stories together!

While in the two previous stories Conejita wasn't described as plus sized, I always headcanoned that she was from the start. There are a couple references to the previous stories, but you can also dive in right here! Like most stories this is me working through a few bad experiences of my own, and while Javi may be a little thick in the beginning he will get to make up for it.

Cross-posted on AO3

Continued from On the Right Flight and A Bearable Weight

“I have a surprise for today.”

Javi’s gleeful face ramps up your own excitement as he ushers you into his car.

“I thought we were going to have a picnic?” you ask as he flops into the drivers seat, curls bouncing almost as much as he is.

“That was my distraction,” he says, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it. Your heart still flutters, even months after that first one at the stroke of midnight.

Dating Javi had, of course, been just as much of a step off the deep end as you thought. Even being close by now that you’re back in LA for work and he’s hobnobbing with the Hollywood elites, some days getting dinner feels like making a doctor’s appointment. Matching schedules down to the half hour, groaning when something comes up. But it’s all worth it when the stars align and he’s on your doorstep with all-encompassing hugs and breathless kisses.

At first Javi’s dates were low-key and low-stress - a day at the beach, movie nights of course - but as you got closer and closer he started to take you places that had dress codes and extravagant names. He always beamed like you were the only one in the room, but you’d been in enough spaces you didn’t belong to feel eyes and judgements skitter across your back.

You could be poised, and knowledgeable, conversational and charming, but nothing changed how you looked. Javi was always dripping in Armani, Burberry, Brioni. Your paltry wardrobe didn’t stand a chance. Every new art show or movie premiere sent you running to a department store to find a new dress (pretty girls on their rich boyfriend’s arm didn’t reuse eveningwear) and inevitably you’d be pinched or poked or squeezed into something not made for you. Long minutes spent in the bathroom wondering if Javi would notice the bra strap divot in your shoulder, or the dark lines of seams pressed along your skin. Pretending you enjoyed slipping into a silk robe every time you spent the night was more palatable than the embarrassment of wriggling out of shapewear in front of him, or refusing to let him undress you in case a zipper pulled too tightly.

Unfortunately, you didn’t hide your discomfort as well as you imagined. Sometimes you caught Javi’s concerned look when the built-in corset made you squirm in your seat, or when you winced at the chafe of your heels.

So when he parks his car on Rodeo Drive he’s the picture of pride and sunshine. You, on the other hand, leave your stomach on the sidewalk behind you.

“I wanted to do something special,” he’s saying, muffled words bubbling up as your feet trudge to a gleaming glass door. There’s security inside, sales people scattered around holding hangers up to discerning buyers. “And before you say anything about money, I don’t want you to look at a single price tag.” Javi turns your face to him with a gentle nudge, breaking your doom stare through the glass. “I want to spoil you a little. You never let me spoil you.” His pout brings a little smile to your face, dipping in to kiss him.

“We can do anything Javi. I don’t need things,” you try to deflect, hoping you can convince him away from the inevitable rejection you’ll receive inside.

“Just one time?” he asks again, soft brown eyes imploring you. How could you say no?

“Okay,” you breathe out, steeling yourself for the worst as Javi beams back at you.

“I thought this place would match what you like,” he says as two suited doormen guide you inside. It flutters your heart. He’s right, you’ve always liked this designer’s silhouettes and styles. It’s exactly what you’d choose…if you were several sizes smaller.

“Hi, do you have an appointment?” a small-framed woman with black plastic glasses and a bouncy ponytail asks. She’s dressed head to toe in the designer’s current collection, sleek black throughout with stylish red earrings that dangle down her neck. Her smile isn’t as cold as you might expect. You’d heard horror stories of snide sales people practically insulting clients to get them to spend more.

“Yes, Gutierrez,” Javi offers smoothly, placing a grounding hand on your lower back. “For my girlfriend.” You shoot him a lopsided smile. He doesn’t get the chance to say it often, but when he does you love the way girlfriend rolls off his supple lips.

“Ah, yes, miss…” the sales woman begins, letting you offer your name. You catch a fleeting look of concern cross her face. Her cheek sucks in like she’s chewing on it, smile still bright but eyes more cautious.

“My name is Melanie, if you’d like to follow me to your consultation space,” she says, leading you and Javi to a curtained-off partition with several chairs, a changing room and a pedestal that makes your stomach flip.

“So what are you here to find today?” Melanie asks. Javi settles in a chair, spreading his knees and leaning back so sexily you can almost forgive him for the anxiety pumping through your veins.

“Whatever my Conejita desires,” he says, and you’re torn between smacking or straddling him. Melanie turns her attention to you and you wrack your brain.

“I guess…a dress would be nice?” you say. Javi reaches out to squeeze your hand reassuringly, adoration so clear in his eyes. He truly has no idea it’s the most likely to have ease in the sizing. You might make it out with one and blame it on not wanting to overspend. Javi would get his wish, and you would make it out with most of your ego unscathed. Win-win.

Melanie leads you out of the space and into the clothing racks. The choices are sparse, a few items hung per rack in an exclusivity motif. As soon as you’re out of earshot she starts chatting.

“Your boyfriend is very sweet to be treating you today.”

You hum and nod, chewing the inside of your lip. Some of the pieces are very pretty, flattering cuts and classic shapes, but none of the silhouettes look large enough for you.

“Does he…do this often?” Melanie asks carefully, and when you look at her you see an understanding that soothes you ever so slightly.

“First time.”

“A surprise.”

“Yeah, pretty big one.”

Melanie smiles at that, arms wrapped around an iPad. Her nails are very pretty tapping against the device.

“Let’s take a look back here,” she says, leading you off the main floor and further into the store. The racks are fuller back here, but not nearly enough to make you think success is within reach. Your chest tightens, but you put on a cheery smile when Melanie turns back to you.

“Men are just…so thick sometimes,” she sighs, and the sharp change makes you bleat out a laugh. “I’m sure Mr. Gutierrez has the best intentions in mind…”

You nod and finish her sentence.

“...but you don’t have anything here for me.” Her hands clutch at the tablet again, going white around the knuckles.

“We might have a few things, but they’ll be simpler. Not like the current collection.”

“Simple is fine,” you rush to say, her smile making your own come to the surface.

“Okay, let me go digging. I think we can make it work. I’m…” She pauses to clear her throat, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry this isn’t fun. I hate it. I just want everyone to feel happy in their clothes, not…left out.”

You turn your comfort to her, squeezing her shoulder.

“I appreciate you trying to help.”

Melanie scurries off to the backroom, leaving you on the bustling floor with ten other women who could slip into anything off the rack no problem. Weaving aimlessly, you peruse the dresses. Each one holds promise, which only makes it more disappointing when the tag numbers run too small. But you’re keeping positive, searching for Melanie’s bouncing ponytail returning with anything. You’d gush over a mumu.

“Excuse me,” comes over your shoulder, and you turn to another sales woman hovering expectantly behind you. Her brow is lifted high, barely waiting for you to shift before tugging a garment off the rack. She turns quickly, but in the split second before you see it. That stomach-dropping look that screams good luck slathered in sarcasm. Your throat clenches, hands coming to your middle and you wish you could just collapse into yourself like a dying star.

“Fuck this,” you whisper, tears shining in your eyes as you hurry back to the consultation space. You’ll tell Javi you have a headache, that you’re too hungry to shop right now, anything to convince him to get the hell out of here.

“Cone…” he says as you burst in, snatching up your purse and steeling your voice. The sunshiney excitement trades quickly for concern. “What is wrong? I promise the cost…”

“Actually, I don’t really…I don’t…” You try to get out your white lies with an even tone but when Javi cups your face in his large hands your composure crumples. A fat tear breaks rank and rolls down your face, Javi’s eyes widening with shock.

“Conejita, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” His eyes darken a fraction. “Did someone say something to you?”

Your heart skips a beat, which you blearily file for later introspection. Resting your head on his shoulder, he envelops you in his arms. Orange peel and musk surrounds you, Javi’s soothing hands traveling up and down your spine. When your breaths stop warbling you pull back, wiping your face.

“I’m sorry…” you start to say, but Javi moves you to sit. He drops to a kneel, clasping your hands in your lap.

“No, Conejita, you are not apologizing for one second. What has upset you? Was it someone out there?” When you shake your head, his eyes soften. “Was it me?”

“Oh Javi,” you sign, squeezing his hands. Your lashes are still wet with tears, but you can see his dread so clearly. “I really appreciate this, all of it. I’m sure it’s flattered lots of people before. But I’m…me.” You release a big breath, the pain of keeping all your anxieties in finally easing. “I can’t shop at places like this, Javi, I don’t…they don’t make clothes like this for people my size.”

Javi’s concern smashes into confusion.

“But they must have seamstresses in the back. They take your measurements, no? Find an acceptable piece and tailor it?”

The laugh you bark out is watery but it does raise the corners of your lips.

“Men have it so easy,” you bemoan. “I think the closest size I saw was still in the single digits. And even then, the numbers rarely mean anything.” Javi’s confusion only deepens.

“But how do you know what to buy? Surely the measurements are the same. Inseam, waist, sleeve length, how can it be so different?”

“Javi, I’m rarely the same size at the same store.”

Javi sputters. “That’s madness. How does anyone put up with that?”

You giggle lightly, the tears finally receding. “I just go to the department stores. More variety, more sizes. No pushy sales people. Though Melanie is really nice.”

“But you are still uncomfortable,” he says, stroking his thick thumbs along the back of your hands. “I did not want to say anything, but I noticed. You do not seem to feel good in the nice things you wear.”

You shrug. “It’s not perfect, it’s just…easier.”

His eyes implore up at you. “I wanted you to feel good with me.” Your heart patters, Javi’s face falling. “But I have made it worse. Please forgive me, Conejita, I truly did not know this would be so painful.”

You pat Javi’s cheek and give him a quick kiss. “I know, Javi. I know you didn’t mean for it to be.” A tap on his nose makes him smile. “But next time, when the lady doth protest too much, maybe listen?” Javi’s cheeks pink as he nods.

“Shakespeare has always been wiser than me,” he jokes as he helps you back to your feet. He leads you back to the front of the store with one hand on your back, and for a few seconds you do feel like the most beautiful person in the room. Women looking at you in awe, Javi’s fingers pressing in a way that’s subtly possessive. You could be lady Godiva riding a Shetland pony and not feel a lick of shame when he looks at you like that.

“Mr Gutierrez!” Melanie calls as she hurries up to the front to intercept. Her hands are empty, which is a relief.

“Thank you for your help, I just don’t think there’s anything for me here,” you say in a practiced tone that makes Javi pull you closer and Melanie’s eyebrows knit in the middle. She nods, extending a folded piece of paper to Javi.

“I’m sorry they didn’t have something for you today,” she says, and Javi takes the proffered paper. He leads you out of the store and into the fresh sunlight of the street. Unfolding it, he raises an eyebrow then secrets it away in his jacket pocket.

“What was that about?” you ask, tucking your arm into his elbow. He shakes his head.

“Nothing important. What is important is going to get some lunch, then we are going driving with the top down and dinner at my place after.”

“Javi…” you say with a little warning, but he tuts at you as his long stride pulls you down Rodeo drive.

“I know, I know what you will say, but bear with me because I am learning how to love you the right way. Today was not so good, but I would like to try and make it better.” He slows down when he catches your wide eyes and dazed smile. “What? What have I said now?”

“That you love…” the last words disappear on the wind as Javi’s smile crinkles his eyes.

“Of course, Conejita. Dios mio, of course I love…I love you,” he rushes out, barely able to finish before crashing his lips into yours. Wide palm cupping your head, you couldn’t care less that you’re making pedestrians part around you. Javi loves you, even if he’s a little clumsy about it. But when someone wants to learn to love you the right way…how can you not love every atom of them back?

The following weekend finds you in one of the lesser-used rooms in Javi’s house, sitting on a chair by the window. He deposited you there with a cappuccino and a promise to wait, so now you’re doing just that. Javi does love surprises, but you never expected Melanie to walk in the door.

“Oh my god, hi,” you manage to get out, standing up to shake her hand but are treated to a tight hug instead. She looks brighter, lighter than the last time you saw her, black ensemble traded for a pale blue button-up and floral patterned pants.

“Javi told me it was a surprise, and I want it on the record that after this one he’s not allowed any more!” You sit across the little cafe table from her with visible confusion.

“I am a bit…lost…as to the surprise,” you giggle out nervously, which has Melanie opening a smart black bag and taking out folios and fabric swatches.

“I’ve been trying to get my stylist business off the ground and…” She pauses for a moment before making genuine eye contact. “And if there’s anything I was meant to do, it’s find people clothes that make them happy. So I offered him my services and he’s…well, he’s been very generous.”

Pride swells in your chest. So Javi.

“So what we’re going to do today is figure out what you like, don’t like, colors, styles, and then I’ll start building your wardrobe. Sound good?” Melanie’s smile is contagious.

“Sounds amazing.”

You don’t quite understand every step of the process. At one point she drapes color swatches on your chest like a bib and you can’t help but giggle. But it’s fun, maybe for the first time you can remember. She writes down that you hate side-seam zippers and skirts cut above the knee. That you love color but not too garish. And when you catch Javi pacing outside the glass door to the patio, peeking in anxiously every five minutes, your smile softens. She probably doesn’t write that part down. That’s written on your face.

You can’t stop twirling in the mirror, inspecting from every angle. You try to scrutinize, but you can’t find a single thing wrong.

It’s perfect.

After the wardrobe cleanout, the basics overhaul, and the lengthy plan Melanie made, she asked a thrilling question.

“What’s the first piece you’d like me to find?”

“I’ve always wanted a little black dress,” you replied, and her smile almost eclipsed her face.

“I have the perfect one in mind.”

She wasn’t kidding. It’s full and flouncy, smoothing in all the places you normally criticize and accentuates your figure in the best ways. The fabric is sumptuous under your fingers, just the right weight without dreaded sheerness. You can imagine yourself with hair done up, your favorite lipstick, Javi’s hand on your lower back, that possessive glint in his eyes. All of the excitement makes you spin three more times, the room tilting briefly before you catch Javi standing in the doorway.

“Hey!” you call out breathlessly, smoothing the skirt again. “It’s the first thing Melanie’s sent over. I…oh my god, I love it so much.” You turn to look in the mirror again, and in the reflection you see Javi’s mouth parted, eyes dragging over you. His fingers are rubbing together at his sides and…is he clenching them?

“She took everything I said and just found the most perfect dress.” Your thumb catches in the fabric and you spin back around to gasp, “And it has pockets!”

You’ve barely taken your hands out of them when Javi is on you, all greedy mouth and firm hand on the back of your head. His tongue demands on your lips, slipping inside when you gasp for him. Arm banding around your back, he steadily walks you backwards towards the bed.

“Conejita, mi amor, eres tan hermosa,” he pants, his wandering hand settling on your ass and squeezing. It crackles between your thighs, white-hot arousal at how he holds you. Javi has always been generous in bed, and highly competent, but this is a side of him you haven’t seen. Maybe briefly when he asked you if someone bothered you at that awful boutique store.

Before you can rationalize anything further he guides your hips down to the bed, teetering on the edge. He quickly drops to his knees and dives his hands under the skirt, sliding one knuckle along the seam of your pussy.

“Javi…” you squeak out, but his touch leaves to curl around your underwear and yank them down your legs. The rip of a seam makes arousal gush between your legs, spreading them instinctually. He licks his lips before fisting your skirt above your waist and ducking down to taste you for too brief a moment. Your hips buck, teeth nipping at your inner thigh before he lifts up to kneel between your legs.

“Javi, the dress,” you caution, and with a sweeter smile he shifts his knees to make sure the fabric isn’t trapped between. When his eyes meet yours again he plants a hand by your head and laps between your lips, slow and sensual. The clink of his buckle coming undone aches deep in your core, fisting his button-up across his shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Conejita, I just…cannot control myself when you look so beautiful,” he confesses as his fingers tease at your entrance. A choked whimper ekes out as he opens you up on two, pumping mercilessly into your clenching heat. He swears in Spanish into your neck, and your quiet whines grow to moans when his thick cock begins thrusting into the crease of your hip. His panted breaths start to take on a rumble, then a growl as his fingers match his shallow thrusts. Overwhelmed, you grasp at what words will make him give in.

“Javi, please, oh my god, please fuck me,” you finally manage, rocking your hips with his frantic pace.

“You’re ready for me?” he husks, your vociferous affirmations drawing his fingers out to leave you achingly empty. He slicks his cock with you, lining up and pressing just the head in before he plants his hands by your head and just…looks at you.

“Dios mio, eres una diosa,” he breathes, all of the sweet man you love. Grabbing around his wrists, you roll your hips down to sink more of him inside. He stretches you so deliciously, filling your cunt and lungs.

“Take it, Javi,” you rasp, head tossed back. “Show me I’m yours.”

Javi bites his lower lip and looks at you with a depth you crave. Infatuation and devotion and a desire so hungry you want to sate him for hours. In a dizzying flick of his wrists he now presses yours into the bed.

“Mine,” he purrs, and the snap of his hips as he buries himself flush draws a lusty cry from your lips. “My beautiful Conejita,” he grits out, grinding his hips deep to press punishingly into your g-spot. You writhe under him, legs clamped around his waist as he slides out just enough to punch back in. “You are mine, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Javi, yes, I’m yours,” you beg, and it’s exactly what he needs to begin fucking you earnestly, scooping his hips to drive deeper and deeper. The friction of his grind strums your clit just right to tremble around him. Pinning you with a rumble, he fucks you into the mattress until his wandering hands can’t stop from palming your breast, rolling your nipple through the fabric. The spike of pleasure urges you to meet him stroke for stroke, riding him just as hard back. He grabs your chin just firmly enough to coax more slick to coat his cock, guiding you back to his demanding mouth. He steals your breath, sucking your lower lip between his teeth and groaning when you shudder around him.

“Not going to last, mi amor,” he whispers, lacing your fingers together as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“Cum on my pussy,” you plead, and with a strung-out moan he pulls out just quick enough to cover your mound with his hot spend. It drips lewdly, sliding to gather in the crease of your thighs. His eyes are fixated on it, the brand of his lust sticky on you. Your orgasm tips over as he slides his thumb through his cum to press firmly on your clit. His name is all you can manage as pleasure laps over your skin, his touch grounding as he praises you over and over.

In the afterglow, Javi folds the length of your skirt well above the mess he made.

“I will be sure to send this to drycleaning before you want to wear it,” he says, pulling a juddery giggle from your chest. He stands oh shaky legs and you glimpse his wet cock in the vee of his open pants, realizing you just fucked like college kids so horny for each other they couldn’t even undress properly. It makes you giddy as he brings over tissues to clean up, careful not to leave any of his spend where it could stain. When he’s finally satisfied he drops down on the bed, opening his arms for you to snuggle into. Once fitted together, eyes heavy, he murmurs in your ear.

“It wasn’t the dress.”

You hum sleepily, sitting up to look into his sated face.

“You are most beautiful when you are happy,” he says, the earnestness earning him another sweet kiss.

“I am very, very happy Javi.”

He doesn’t need to tell you that he is. It’s written on his face, and in his heart.

END

#javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x f!reader #javi gutierrez x female reader #javi gutierrez fanfiction #tuwomt fanfiction #tuwomt fanfic #the unbearable weight of massive talent fanfiction #prolix fics

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multimuseficreblogs · 11 months

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lionlena · 11 months

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☆MASTERLIST☆

Pedro Pascal

One Shot:

♡A kitchen disaster

♡Just let it go…

♡New job, new problems...

♡Just breathe

Series:

♡His Curls - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (completed)

♡Hate run, love speed - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (in progress)

♡We don’t love each other - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 - Final (completed)

Request:

♡A perfect day for a perfect girl (It's your birthday and Pedro makes you feel loved and special all day)

Headcanon:

♡What sleeping position do they most like when you are with them? (Pedro Pascal characters)💤

♡How will they react to your makeup? (Pedro Pascal and his characters) 👁️👄💅

♡Headcanon: How do they behave when you have a migraine? (Pedro Pascal characters)🩹😴 (+ Dave and Marcus)

♡Headcanon: How will they react if you tell them about CDD? (Pedro Pascal characters) 👰💔😱🤕

♡Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

♡Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

Joel Miller

One Shot:

♡This is just a nightmare… (The Last of Us ff/ Joel/Ellie)

♡Strong for both of us

♡Trouble with ex

♡Dyeing your hair…

Series:

♡Unforgivable mistake, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 (in progress)

♡I can't be everywhere (No outbreak!) Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4... (in progress)

Request:

♡You need a better place (Joel loving a girl with epilepsy)

♡Blue dress (Joel Miller x plus size!reader)

Headcanon:

♡When Joel goes limp… (JoelMillerxf!reader)🤷🍆🩹

Javier Peña

One Shot:

♡I’ll protect you… (bc you’re mine)

♡I’ll hurt you… ( bc you’re mine )

♡I’ll leave you (bc youre not mine)

♡I'll stay with you... ( bc I love you)

♡You’re hot…

♡A girl from the street

Series:

♡Dancing With Your Ghost - Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Epilogue (completed)

♡Too many shadows behind you - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (in progress)

Headcanon:

♡Nicotine (JavierPeña and You)

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels)

Series:

♡Dynasty - Part 1, Part 2, (in progress)

One Shot:

♡Mean (JackDanielsxf!reader)

Javi Gutierrez

One Shot:

♡Too hot

Frankie Morales

One Shot:

♡Lost cat

Marcus Pike

One Shot:

♡"7.44 am"

Oberyn Martell

Series:

♡Red Viper and Fox - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (in progress, soon english version)

One Shot:

♡♕Queen's Milk

♡I Hold You

♡Remember me… (ANGST!)

The Old Guard (movie)

One Shot:

♡ Amira

♡ It hurts like hell

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A Baker's Dozen - The Poll...

So, all twelve Pedro boys have visited the bakery and I'm so awestruck by the love you all have given these fluffy little stories (and the recipes!). Thank you all!

But, as some of you have pointed out, a baker's dozen is thirteen so obviously I would never leave it at twelve!

So here's the deal, vote for your favourite Pedro boy's visit and who you'd like to see return to the bakery. I'll leave this poll up for a week and then I'll take a week (or two) and write a follow up for whichever visitor wins the poll.

Here's the series master list if you want to refresh your memory.

#joel miller #dieter bravo #din djarin #ezra prospect #oberyn martell #marcus pike #jack daniels #pero tovar #javi gutierrez #dave york #frankie morales #javier peña #a baker’s dozen

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years

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Pedro Pascal & more,

X reader fics.

Javi Gutierrez

Golden Javi’s been gone from you for business. When he comes home, he makes it up to you the only way he knows how. 5k. Smut.

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I Could Never Leave You Behind - Pedro Pascal x Reader

ANGST & FLUFF

MASTERLIST - CHECK OUT MY PAGE FOR MORE!

I'm just messing around with some random prompts, trying to improve my writing and step outside of my comfort zone! Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings/Content: Mature, Angst, Fluff, A little bit of spice, Alcohol

Summary: Your thoughts get the best of you, leaving you feeling confused... when all of a sudden Pedro arrives home earlier than planned.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Feel free to send me requests! I am writing for Pedro, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, and Bill Hader hehe

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The warm, evening wind tickled your skin as you sat comfortably nuzzled in the corner of the loveseat that was placed on your balcony, facing the warm and mellow sunset as the day said goodbye. You were treating yourself to a glass of chilled pinot noir; your favourite. As you brought the delicate, crystal clear glass to your hungry lips you fiddled with the soft, plush blanket that wrapped around you - wishing the blanket would be replaced with your partner’s loving embrace.

As you continued to watch the sun die out behind the horizon you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. It had been a couple of months since you last saw Pedro - he was finishing up the filming for The Last Of Us, far away from you in Canada.

You knew what you were in for when you began seeing Pedro; he was constantly looking for new ways to branch out in his career, whether it was a new movie or an ongoing series he was already a part of. As much as you tried to understand, you couldn’t fully grasp the life of an actor. You were normal, for lack of a better word. You worked as an assistant for a local magazine in New York City. Sure, you lived what one could say was a “bustling NYC lifestyle”, but you weren’t a celebrity. You worked a regular schedule, and always had time for your personal life outside of your career. That was the big difference between the two of you.

You were longing for the touch of Pedro’s large hands on your body, caressing your soft skin while his lustful eyes soaked in your presence. The touch of his lips on yours… then your neck, lingering to your collarbone, trailing downwards…

Suddenly you were snapped out of your daze when your phone vibrated in your lap - indicating you were receiving a text. You sighed, using your free hand to gently toss over your phone so that you were facing the bright screen contrasting with the dusk of the night that had fallen over you.

Pedro: Mi Amor, I will be coming home in a few days. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face. I love you

You: Sounds good baby, I love you too.

Your eyes were locked with the words placed across your phone’s screen. You loved Pedro so much, but you were reaching a point of uncertainty. Constantly being away from each other for long periods of time was beginning to take a toll on your mental health. You knew you had the strength within you to overcome these feelings, but at this moment in time you couldn’t seem to find it. You were aching for him to be home, long enough for the two of you to enjoy what you thought would be a regular, domestic life.

You downed the remainder of your ruby red wine, quickly reaching for the sleek bottle to fill your glass again. The sun had completely set at this point, and you were accompanied by small, glowing lights you had placed on the railing of the balcony. You tried to clear your mind by scrolling on social media - catching up on celebrity gossip and trending tik-toks. Eventually the evening air chilled and you figured it would be time to make your way inside.

“9:05” read the clock on your phone screen. “Time for bed I guess,” you mumbled to yourself.

You gathered the lush blanket, tossing it over your shoulder, then grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle that sat in front of you. As you made your way inside you realised the effects of the liquids you had consumed seemed to have not hit you until you stood. You rubbed your temple, and then placed the blanket on the couch. You proceeded to the kitchen to grab yourself some water and a few Advil - hoping this would cure the hangover you were bound to have in the morning. As you were pouring the cold and transparent liquid into your tumbler cup you heard the door for your apartment open. “What the fuck?” you thought to yourself, until you were met with the voice of Pedro, “Mi amor!”. You set down the glass and hurried to see Pedro placing his luggage against the wall, tossing his shoes to the side.

“What are you doing here? We were just texting, you said you weren’t going to be home for a few days?” you said, looking at pedro with a confused look. The amount of wine you had drenched your system did not make this moment any more believable, “Am I really that drunk?” you thought to yourself.

“I wanted to surprise you baby,” he exclaimed as he approached you with open arms, eager to feel your body in his arms. But to Pedro’s surprise you broke down in tears.

An overwhelming feeling washed over you, leaving you to lose all control of your emotions. Your vision became blurred as tears took over your eyes, your heart rate rose to an extreme level indicating you were experiencing a panic attack. Your body froze, and you were unable to move leaving you locked in the moment.

Pedro rushed to you, encapsulating you within his large arms. “Woah, baby, what’s going on?” he said as he caressed your head, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. You melted into him, not being able to put together a sentence. He let you unleash your feelings until you were able to control yourself, pulling away from him when you were capable.

You grabbed Pedro’s hand, leading him to the couch. The man felt an immense amount of confusion, unable to connect any dots. His mind began racing at a speed that matched the racing thoughts controlling your mind at the moment; the both of you feeling overwhelmed.

“I don’t know if I can do this P,” you began, seeing his face instantly drop.

“What do you mean you can’t do this? Do you mean you and I?” His voice was trembling, and he began to feel heat gathering in his chest. He had no clue where this came from.

“Not seeing you for months is so painful. I crave your presence. Texts and calls aren’t enough. I feel like you don’t have time for me, but I don’t want to stop you from the successful career you have built for yourself,” you said between gasps, slowly gathering yourself more and more.

Pedro grabbed both of your hands, and locked eyes with you. You could see the fear plastered on his face - this was not what he was expecting to come home to. “Mi amor, I don’t know where this is coming from. We have been living like this for over a year now… have you felt this way the entire time?”

You shrugged, leaving Pedro in a puddle of turmoil. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason why you suddenly felt these feelings - and you hated the state you were putting Pedro in.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have even brought this up. This was stupid. The last few months have been tough here at home and I am just overthinking things. I feel like I don’t deserve to be with someone who lives the lifestyle you live,” you mumbled, looking down and shaking your head in hopes of your thoughts disappearing.

Pedro took one of his hands and placed it on your cheek, before he spoke he kept his eye contact with you - giving you a gentle, yet sad smile, “Baby, you deserve everything you want. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. You are so understanding and supportive… I can’t imagine living without you, mi corazon.”

His pet names for you always sent shivers down your spine, leaving you in a pile of mush. Just hearing his reassurance allowed the tension in your body to be released, and although you still felt a sliver of those negative feelings, you wanted to do everything and anything for that man.

You reached forward to lock your lips with Pedro’s. The warmth of your alcohol ridden cheeks radiating on to him, causing him to feel weak. Wrapping your arms around his neck you closed in the space between the two of you; this was the first time you had touched in what felt like a thousand trips around the sun. You soaked in his scent, and the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. The kiss quickly became heated; Pablo slowly led you to lay on the coach as laid overtop of you.

Pedro released his lips from yours, gently placing his forehead on yours, “I promise you are worth everything to me, princesa. My life would be incomplete without you… as well as quiet,” he chuckled, “And why would I want that?” he finished with a cheeky smile. You giggled, and pulled him back towards your lips.

Relationships are a tough thing to navigate, but the passion that burned between the two of you was irreversible at this point. You would rather manoeuvre the ups and downs of life with Pedro at your side, even if that didn’t mean he was always physically there.

Tags: @purplerain85

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fan fic #daddy pedro

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Ivy & Stone, Chapter Nine: Lady Maribel’s Wedding

pairing: victorian au!javi gutierrez x f!oc (Florence Bell)

rating: E (18+ ONLY, love triangle angst, javi being bad for once, noncon-exhibitionism, unprotected piv, florence being a young fool in love)

wc: 3.7k

an: y’all aren’t ready for the dramaaaaaa in this one. don’t kill me pls i had to give javi a flaw 😭

series masterlist

Two months had passed since the night of Benjamin and Maribel’s engagement dinner, the bleak January rain and frost turning into a soft March drizzle, the flowers blooming in the countryside as Florence and Javi’s carriage trotted along the dirt road.

Javier sat in front of her, his eyes focused on his sketchbook as he busied himself with a portrait for the bride and bridegroom. Florence watched him rather closely, intent on taking him in while she was free of the distractions she knew waited for her at home.

To say things had gone back to their previous state would’ve been a lie. Javi struggled with loving his bride-to-be, or more accurately, with trusting her. It broke her to see him fight such a war internally, all because she chose to follow her body’s urges and allow herself to give in to her heart’s deepest desire.

She wished she could say she’d forgotten about Frankie, that she didn’t still yearn for him, but it wasn’t true. In fact, not a day passed without his image crossing her mind. She wondered how he was faring, how all of this weighed on his soul. At least she had a partner to bear it with, a person to love her in the spaces in between. Frankie was all alone, with nothing and no one to confide in besides his journal and the garden he tended to. She longed to apologize to him, to ask his forgiveness for treating him as nothing more than an affair when he couldn’t have been further from it. But she knew him far too well to think that he would accept that apology as anything more than an insult to their love. Besides, Javi had laid his terms out clearly and plainly—she wasn’t to see or speak to Frankie, unless of course she was choosing him.

She wasn’t sure she was ready for such a commitment. To lose Javi would not only mean losing a fiancé, it would mean losing her dearest friend and closest confidant. She couldn’t bear such a thought.

“How is it coming, my love?” Florence asked, pulling Javi’s eyes away from his work. He gave her that bright, boyish smile that soothed every ache in her chest and moved to sit beside her, showing her the half-completed sketch. “Oh, it’s lovely, Javi! Mari is going to adore it.”

“Thank you,” he replied, blushing as he tucked the sketchbook away. He grabbed both of her gloved hands and ran his fingers over her knuckles, his eyes locked on hers and lips parted to speak. “I…wanted to ask how you’re feeling…being back here.”

Florence sucked in a sharp breath and dropped her eyes to her lap where their hands remained clasped together. “I’m feeling…okay.”

“That wasn’t very believable,” he chuckled. “Please, I want your honesty.”

“Well,” she began with a sigh. “Honestly…I’m nervous. Very nervous. Not only because of…” She couldn’t manage the courage to say Frankie’s name but Javi understood her regardless. “But also to see my mother after everything. I worry she’s going to fawn over you every second, and I hate that. You’re not some prize for her to parade about to all her friends at court. You’re going to be my husband—you’re my prize.”

“Mi amor—” He grinned, reaching to tuck one of her chocolate ringlets behind her ear. “I assure you, I will be glued to your side the entirety of the week. Your mother will have to pry me from you to parade me about.”

Florence chuckled and nodded, attempting to calm her worries.

“And then,” he continued. “We will be off to Majorca to be wed. Then we’ll spend the next year traveling the world together, just me and you.”

“The whole world?” she chuckled, her finger tracing the curve of his bottom lip. Javi grabbed the hand that was lifted to his face and pressed a kiss onto her wrist.

“Anywhere you want to go, Florecita,” he hummed, his eyes batting shut as he breathed in her perfume. “I want to see everything in the world with you, my muse. I want to do everything in the world with you.”

“Let’s go to Paris after we’re married,” she grinned, now filled with excitement from the romantic scenes her lover had painted for her. “I want to see where you lived, what you did, what inspired you.”

“The countryside only,” he said, his face turning grave. “That’s the only part I want to revisit. Everything else—I don’t want it near you.”

“Can’t I decide that for myself?” Florence asked, her brows lacing together, that sickly sweet excitement simmering into something closer to irritation. “You got the chance to decide for yourself what you got to see and do. Why can’t I?”

“Because you’re my bride and I want better for you—“

“Because I’m your bride?” she scoffed and pulled her hand from his. “I am supposed to be your lover. Your confidant. Your equal.”

“You are—“

“No,” she shook her head and gestured at him. “We’re not even wed yet and you’re determining what parts of the world you’ll allow me to see!”

“There’s nothing for you in those parts of the world, Florecita. All I am trying to do is keep you safe—“

“Javi, you got to live a full life simply because you have a cock,” she said, turning to him with a stern, unimpressed look. “I want a full life. I want a full life beside you. But I do not want a life sheltered from the storms you decide I cannot weather. Do you understand me on this?”

“I do,” he sighed, reaching for your chin. “I love when you’re stern with me.”

“Do you?” she smirked.

“I love when you’re anyway with me,” he smiled. “But there’s something about you telling me off that sparks something inside me.”

“That’s good to know,” she grinned and kissed him.

“Frankie!” Leo called, running across the slowly thawing garden with a wide grin on his face. “Frankie, Florence is on her way!”

Frankie sighed to himself as he raked up all the soggy dead leaves from the winter season.

“Yes, I know,” he replied, dejected.

“You aren’t happy?” the child asked, tilting his head at his friend.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that, Leo,” he said, pausing his work to look at the boy. “Of course I’m happy, but—”

“Lord Javier,” he interjected, earning a nod. “I do not mind Javier. Of course, I’d prefer it if you were marrying Flo, but my mother has told me that’s not possible. Why isn’t it possible?”

“I’m just not as wealthy as they’d like,” he replied, shrugging. “And truth be told, I do not mind Javier either. He seems to be a good man.”

“But he’s not you.”

“Perhaps that’s a good thing.” Picking up his work again, he moved further down the shrub he was manicuring and began taking a new pile. “The last time they were here together they seemed happy. She seemed…happy.”

His mind flipped back to the night in his cabin, the night she’d given herself back to him while her intended was back in London. He hadn’t gotten the image of her asleep in his arms out of his mind since then—a cruel, but welcome torment.

“I overheard my father talking about your departure,” Leo started again, watching as Frankie raked the leaves.

“Yes,” he nodded.

“How long will you be gone? And why does it have to be so far away?”

Frankie sighed again, trying to tame his frustration over the subject as he looked to the little boy.

“I will be gone as long as I’m told,” he said. “And the further away I am, the less chance your sister will have of seeing me.”

“Why can’t the two of you be allowed to see each other? Surely she’s allowed to have a friend, even in marriage.”

Frankie chuckled and shook his head.

“There is no universe, no reality that exists in which your sister and I can ever be friends. Your parents know this well.”

Leo frowned and looked down at the grass. “My parents must not see the bond between the two of you. I don’t know how they could be so cruel.”

“They’re not,” Frankie assured, reaching to pat Leo on the shoulder. “They’re only looking out for Florence’s best interest. I do not fault them for that.”

“Leo!” Lady Elizabeth called from the house. “Come inside for your bath!”

“Yes, mum!” he called back before turning to Frankie. “For what it’s worth, you will always be family to me, Mr. Frankie.”

Frankie couldn’t help but smile at that, watching the young boy as he ran off to his mother who was shooting daggers towards her gardener. Frankie looked away quickly, knowing his delicate position in this family well.

He wouldn’t have said yes to Lord Thomas’s proposition for him to move to America if Florence was still here, ready to run away with him and start a new life, away from all of this high society nonsense. But she wasn’t. She was still promised to someone else, and last he overheard, a date had been officially set. So, with nothing left to lose, he agreed to the terms. He’d leave England and Florence and move to New York to have a new life, one better than most who come from a similar background. He’d have his own home, his own land, and a job working for Florence’s uncle, James.

He had to remind himself every hour that this was a good deal, but he couldn’t help but still feel like he lost.

“Mari!” Florence chirped as she stepped out of the carriage with Javi’s hand steadying her, the sight of her soon-to-be sister in law distracting her from the looming thought of Frankie just a few miles away.

“Flo,” Maribel hummed as she hugged Florence close. “How was the ride?”

“It was lovely,” she replied, turning to look at Javi as he stood beside her. “I had good company.”

“She had great company,” he corrected with a smirk and a teasing bump of his shoulder against hers.

“Where’s Benjamin?” Florence asked.

“He’s at your family’s home,” she replied. “They should be arriving anytime. Your entire staff is already here working on the dinner.”

“The entire staff?” Florence asks, anxiety thick in her voice at the thought of coming face to face with Frankie after everything.

“I think so.”

Florence doesn’t fail to notice the way Javi’s smile is wiped away when she looks at him, his eyes locked on his shoes, his jaw clenched.

“Well,” Florence exhales and forces a smile on her face as she looks back to Maribel. “Shall we head inside?”

“Yes, you both must be so tired after riding all afternoon. Let me show you to your rooms—“ She smiled as she led the two of them up the steps to the palace, turning back to give them a smirk. “Tio insisted on separate bedrooms, primo.”

“Por supuesto,” Javi sighed, heavily ladened with the thought of interacting with his father again. Florence sensed the worry and slid her hand into his, only for him to pull his hand away and tuck it into his pocket.

Florence could feel her concern growing into irritation at the way he closed himself off from her, especially when she had yet to do anything wrong. All it took was the potential of her even thinking of Frankie for him to give her the cold shoulder. She wondered if it would be like this forever, Javi’s insecurity leaving her unable to have even the simple luxury of her own thoughts.

She hoped not.

“Aren’t you coming?” Anna asked Frankie as he stood at the carriage, helping the family as they headed out for the evening ceremony and reception.

“No,” he said simply. “I was told to remain here to look over the estate.”

“Nonsense,” Anna said, an appalled look on her face as she looked to her mother and father. “Allow Frankie to come.”

“No,” Lady Elizabeth replied, shocked at her daughter’s order.

“Well, I am not going, then,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Anna, get in the carriage,” Lord Thomas ordered, his voice demanding obedience in a way that his wife’s couldn’t. Anna sighed, knowing she had no choice but to follow the order. She turned to Frankie and frowned.

“I will bring you back some dessert,” she promised, delighting at the faint smile that grew on his face. “Perhaps they’ll have lemon tarts. I know they’re your favorite.”

“How did you know that?” he asked, but Lady Elizabeth’s bark for her daughter to get in the carriage left the question unanswered. With another smile, the seventeen year old climbed inside the carriage, Frankie closing the door behind her.

He watched as the family rode off, leaving him alone on the property for the first time in his life. There were no servants to keep him company, no tasks to complete. He was ordered into solitude, and he couldn’t have hated it more.

The ceremony was a lovely, candlelit scene. It was clear that Benjamin and Maribel were as in love as it got, but the row between Javi and Florence dampened the romance of it all for the couple who hadn’t spoken since they arrived.

Once the ceremony had concluded, Javi turned to Florence, admiring the way she sparkled in her gown and makeup, and felt unable to continue this silent treatment he’d been giving her since he saw her eyes light up with hope over the thought of Frankie being here, even when he knew fully well that the Bell men had purposely arranged for Frankie to remain at the estate.

“To the garden, then?” Florence asked in an exhale, her eyes meeting his for the first time all afternoon. He smiled and shook his head, the desire to get her all alone and claim her as his for the first time outweighing the desire to stay at the party. “No?”

“No,” he smirked as he combed a stray ringlet out of her face. “Do you trust me, Florecita?”

She tilted her head at him and let out a chuckle. “What are you planning? An apology?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching to hold her hands. “I was jealous. And insecure. But, I know you love me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me again. I know that.”

“Good, because it’s the truth.” She lifted her hand to rest on his cheek, loving the way he leaned into it.

“I‘ve been thinking about the fact that you and I have yet to…give ourselves completely to one another,” he said, nerves causing his voice to waver. “I wanted to wait—to do it right, but…I can’t wait any longer. I want you, my love. I want you right now.”

“There’s too many people here,” she blushed.

“I know a place where we can be alone,” he smirked.

“My family home?” she asked, giggling at the mischief of it all. “Are you sure we won’t be caught?”

Javi knew he was crossing a moral line by lying to her and assuring her that no one was there to find them, knowing fully well that Frankie would be on the grounds, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted Frankie to walk in. He wanted him to see that she was no longer his. He wanted to claim her in front of the only person that mattered.

“No,” he said. “There’s no one there.”

Florence bit her lip, thrilled by the plan, and nodded. “Then let’s hurry.”

The estate was quiet as Frankie sat in the greenhouse tinkering with a broken rake that was in desperate need of fixing. It wasn’t until he heard the crunch of wheels on gravel that he lifted his head up from his work, his brows furrowed in confusion. Lord Thomas made it clear that the family would be staying over at the Gutierrez palace tonight, so who could possibly be arriving?

Setting his tools down, he wiped his hands on a spare cloth before walking through the dark garden to the front of the home to get a glimpse of the carriage, noticing that it wasn’t one that belonged to the family as far as he could recall. His eyes caught a glimpse of candlelight in the window as the mysterious guest ascended the staircase to the second story, causing his heart to race as he sought out a weapon he could use to defend himself if someone was attempting a burglary. Running into his tool shed, he found an ax that he desperately hoped would only have to serve as a means for intimidation and carried it with him as he entered through the back door.

Florence and Javi were all giggles and hands as they clumsily made their way to her bedroom, Javi nearly dropping the candlestick he was carrying a few times when Florence got too handsy.

“My love,” she hummed as they stood in the middle of her childhood room, grabbing the candlestick from his hands and setting it on her nightstand before returning her hands to his face. “I want you so badly.”

“You can have me, Florecita,” he whispered, pulling her into his body to kiss her harder than he’d ever kissed her before. She moaned into his mouth at the promise and reached to unbutton his vest and dress shirt while he skillfully undid her corset without ever breaking the kiss. Florence grinned as she moved away from him to let her dress and skirts fall to the floor, leaving her in only her undergarments. Javi nearly broke at the sight, his pants tenting with the evidence of her arousal as he watched her step out of her thin slip, exposing herself to him completely now.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, reaching a hand up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking over the stiffened peak before he was hurrying to take his pants off. “I promise, mi amor, I will eat you like you’re my last meal after we’re done, but I need you now.”

“I need you too,” she replied as she watched his pants drop to unveil his cock to her for the first time ever. “You’re so big,” she hummed.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with hunger as he watched her obey. When she positioned herself on all fours for him, he smirked. “That’s how you want it, mi vida?”

“Mmhm,” she nodded, looking back at him with a smile that made him feel weak in the knees and dizzy in the head. Javi could barely contain his excitement as he lined himself up behind her, pumping his cock as he swiped it up and down her wetness until she was begging for him. “Javi, please.”

“Louder,” he ordered, hoping that if his plan was succeeding, there would already be someone right outside the door.

“Javi, please! I need you,” she was whining now, desperate for a taste of the forbidden fruit she adored so much.

“Tell me you love me,” he said, clenching his jaw. “Tell me I’m the only one.”

“You’re the only one. I love you more than anything,” she cried, wiggling her ass at him. Javi smiled and bit his lip as he pressed inside of her slick heat, the couple moaning in unison at the tight fit. “You feel so good!”

A loud clank in the doorway made Florence gasp and freeze, the sight of Frankie standing there watching them, listening to the words only Javi was meant to hear making her heart break. Frankie held a tear in his eye as he looked at her only once before turning and rushing down the hall.

Javi was surprised to feel Florence pushing him off of her before scrambling to find her slip dress and shoes to chase after Frankie rather than stay here with him.

“Florence—“

“No!” she shouted, pointing a finger at him. “You knew. You knew he’d be here, you knew he’d come looking. You knew.”

“I just wanted to—“

“To what? To claim me? Javi,” she sighed and shook her head. “I may love you but I do not like you at all sometimes.”

“Florecita—“ His heart was breaking all because of his own jealousy and he hated himself for it. “Please…don’t chase him. Don’t…choose him.”

Florence stood there, looking more confused than she’d ever been before as she battled a war of her heart and mind. She desperately wanted to chase after Frankie, to hold him, to apologize to him, to…run away with him. But would he even let her? Could he even look at her?

“It is going to take a very long time for me to forgive you for this, you do know that?” she asked, seemingly deciding against chasing after her former lover. Javier nodded. “You ruined our first night together over jealousy. Every time we’re together like this, I am going to think of this moment. Of how you betrayed me and exposed me. Do you know that?”

“I’m so…so sorry,” he said, climbing out of bed to kneel at her feet. “I told you I wasn’t always good. Not the good that you see in me, at least. This was just another thing that I regret, achingly. I beg you for your forgiveness, but I know it will take much more than a few pitiful words to earn it. Please…let me earn it.”

Florence stared down at the man she considered a best friend, seeing the truth of his regret in his eyes. Though she still felt sick with fury and resentment, she found herself nodding, unable to stop herself from loving him like her mind told her she should.

“But we will not be getting married next month,” she said simply. “I need time to forgive you before I commit my life to you.”

“Yes, my love. Anything you ask,” he said.

“And we will go to Paris. We will visit every place you’ve been, we will meet every friend you have. And then, perhaps I’ll get to meet the real you. The hidden you I’ve met tonight.”

Javier seemed to panic at the thought of his worlds colliding, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to marry a man she didn’t know completely and entirely.

“Okay,” he finally managed.

“Okay.” And however messy and complicated, they decided to carry on, with neither of them changing a single bit.

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