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lostdreamr-blog1 · 1 year

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Party Gone Wrong

Summary: You went to a college party, but things started to take a turn. When your brother didn’t pick up, you called the next best person.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, mentions of anxiety, a few swear words.

Word count: 2.4k

Requested: Thank you Anon for this request! I hope this is what you were looking for!

A/N: Thank you all for stopping by and reading! My inbox is always open for requests, questions, or to simply say hello. For those who have sent requests, know that I am working hard on them! - C

Parties were something that was all too common at your university and the one thing you like to fit into your busy schedule when you could. Most of the time it was at some big house that belonged to a sorority or fraternity, but occasionally someone with money would throw one when their parents were gone for the weekend. Either way, it was normally a good time.

This particular night, the party was at some frat house which meant things could easily get out of hand but would most likely be a memorable night.

You enjoyed the carefree atmosphere as you closed your eyes and danced to the beat of the music. People were all around you, having the time of their lives, no one caring who was who and simply wanted to let loose. It was nights like these that reminded you how much you enjoyed coming out. You could put away all the stress of studying and the worries of life in general and get lost in the feeling of pure bliss.

Your body started to feel a bit lighter as you noticed the shots you took earlier were starting to take effect. Making sure you never over did it, you knew to wait a bit before taking another. Getting an earful from your brother about being too drunk in a public place wasn’t something you needed to hear. Bradley was always a bit overbearing.

Music blared through the house, and it was getting crowded to the point where it almost felt more like a club than someone’s home. You looked around for your friend you came with and saw she was tangled with some random guy in a corner. She did warn you before you both left that she was looking to forget her ex. And it seemed like she was exceeding her own expectations.

Your thoughts were interrupted as someone bumped into the back of you, causing you to be thrown forward. Between the shots and darkened room, you nearly crashed into the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of hands catching you.

In any other situation, you would be beyond thankful for whoever it was to stop your embarrassing fall. You had read enough romance novels that your mind naturally went into prince charming mode and wanted nothing more than to fall for the guy who saved you.

But one glance at your savior and all of that was thrown out the window. This guy had a smile that practically screamed “I’m your worst nightmare” and you knew you needed to get away from him fast. He helped you back onto your feet and you gave him the most forced smile you could come up with.

“Thanks for that. Was almost bad.” Maybe keeping your sentences short would get the message across that you weren’t looking to continue the conversation.

“No worries, beautiful. How about you thank me by coming to get a drink with me?” You’ve been around enough cocky guys to know which ones are all talk, and which ones would actually do something. And sadly, this one would no doubt take matters into his own hands if you pissed him off. Which is why you felt yourself starting to panic already.

It wasn’t lost on you that your one friend you came with was occupied and you had zero other people you could look to for help. This guy almost seemed to know this and took a step towards you, causing you to instinctively take one back.

“Thank you for the offer, but I have to get going. I could give you my number though for a rain check?” Your voice came out strong for how nervous you truly were, but it didn’t seem to fool the creep in front of you. He looked ready to pounce if you took another step away from him.

“What’s one drink?” One drink could be the beginning of the end for you. Who knew what this guy had in store, and you needed to leave. But how? Your mind wondered back to your brother and thought if you could hold out another 20 minutes, it would give Bradley enough time to get here.

So, going against every nerve in your body that told you to run, you gave him a flirty smile back. “You’re right. My paper can wait a little while longer. Would you be okay if I freshen up first?”

His smile sent shivers down your spine, but you knew you had your window to call your brother. “Yeah, babe. I’d be more than okay with that.” You sent him a small smile in thanks and made your way to the bathroom. One glance over your shoulder and you knew he was watching you like a hawk.

It took everything in your power to not breakdown as soon as you locked the door. Your anxiety was starting to reach new levels and it was taking a lot to keep a clear mind. Although, you took one look at the soap and almost washed your mouth out with how disgusted you felt talking to him like that.

You fumbled for your phone, hands shaking as you knew you didn’t have much time until he would come knocking. Dialing Bradley’s number gave you a small sliver of hope followed by a wave of frustration when you were met with his voicemail. As much as you wanted to throw your phone, another name popped into your head.

Two rings were all it took before the voice of God answered. “Seresin.”

“Jake.” You breathed his name out in relief, not thinking about how he would react on the other line.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you okay?” You were far from okay but freaking out over the phone wasn’t going to help either of you.

“I don’t have long, but I’m at this party about 20 minutes from base and this guy won’t leave me alone. He hasn’t done anything, but I just have this feeling. Can you come get me? My brother didn’t answer.” A knock on the door made you jump, and you called out that you would be done in a minute.

“Send me your location and I’ll be there as fast as I can. What are you doing right now?” You quickly typed out the address and said, “Hiding in the bathroom like a damn lunatic.”

You shook your head at yourself. What if you went back out there and caused a scene? That would get you out of his grasp and hopefully buy you enough time to get out of there. The only downfall was that your friend drove, and you had a long walk in the dark ahead of you.

He seemed to understand where your mind was going. “Listen to me. Go back out there, lead him over close to the front door, and do not leave that spot until I get there. And promise me you won’t drink anything he gives you.” You heard the start of an engine and knew he was already headed towards you.

“I promise.” You flushed the toilet and turned the sink on to signal to whoever was listening that you were almost done.

“I’ll be there in under 10. Call me if things change, but don’t do anything rash.” His voice was firm, but you heard the slight undertone of worry. Jake was always one to joke around and stay calm in even the most stressful situations. But hearing how he responded made the knot in your stomach worse. If he was worried, then maybe this situation was worse than you thought.

“Got it. Leaving the bathroom now.” And hung up. You took a few deep breaths before you stepped out of the safety of the small room. The perv was all of two steps away and on you in seconds.

“I figured I would save us some time and grab you a drink. I hope vodka is okay?” In any other situation, vodka would be fantastic. But the strong taste of liquor would mask anything that was put in the drink.

“It was almost like you knew what my favorite drink was.” The smile you gave was fake and anyone with two braincells would know that. But this guy seemed to only have one thing on his mind.

“Why don’t we head somewhere quieter and get to know each other more?” You took this as your chance to follow what Jake said and walked towards the front door. The only downside to this location, is that the stairs to the house where nearby and it would take some convincing to not have him force you up them.

His hand grabbed yours while you were walking, and you knew you would be having nightmares about his hands on you for a long while. Everything about him has ruined all desires to ever go to another party.

You stopped near the door, and you felt the tug of your hand as he tried to continue up the stairs. All thoughts of reason went out the door as you went to fight him back, but a hand on your shoulder made you freeze.

“Is there a reason your hand is on my girl?” The southern drawl you had come to love was music to your ears and you had all the faith he would get you out of there.

You felt your hand be released and you instinctively backed into Jake. He wrapped a protective arm around you and gave a small squeeze, letting you know he had you.

You could’ve kissed the ground he was walking on.

“Look man, she came on to me.” Before he could come up with anymore lies, Jake cut him off.

“It looked to me like you were about to drag her up those stairs. Now I need you to do us all a favor and get the fuck out of here before I do it for you.” You didn’t know if it was what he said or how he said it, but the creep in front of you tucked tail and ran.

You were frozen as you watched him leave, mind wondering what would’ve happened if Jake was a few minutes later.

“Sweetheart, let’s get you home.” He led you out the door and into his truck that was still running. You looked over to him in question and he gave a small smirk.

“Wasn’t trying to leave you with him longer than I had to.” You slid into the truck, and he closed the door behind you. It didn’t take long for him to pull away from the god-awful party and put some distance between you.

You leaned your head back on the seat and closed your eyes. Because of this, you missed the look of concern Jake had when he looked over at you. The strong, independent girl he had come to admire wasn’t here and he started to wonder just how bad tonight shook you up.

He nearly jumped when you spoke out. “Thank you for coming to get me.” You wanted to say more but the lump in your throat was getting hard to talk around. The last thing you wanted to do was breakdown in front of Jake, especially when nothing even happened. You would wait until you were in the safety of your own home before breaking those walls down.

His hand lightly grabbed yours and started rubbing circles on the back of it. “You know I would drop everything in a heartbeat for you. Even more so when your safety gets called into question.” You felt the first tear fall and knew it was only a matter of time before more of them followed.

“I just wanted to have a night off from everything. I didn’t mean for it to go this way.” His hand gave you a squeeze.

“How about this, next time you need a night off you let me know. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you get that, and we won’t have to worry about this happening again.” You let out a sigh and looked over to him.

“You don’t have to do that. I know what you all do is a hell of a lot more stressful than my days.” He gave you one of his rare genuine smiles back.

“Sweetheart, my days would be a lot better if I got to see you at the end of them. So, if that means doing whatever you want to do in order to get that, I’d do anything.” You felt your cheeks heat up at his admission and thanked the lord it was dark in his truck. But before you could think too much more on it, the next sentence had your heart stopping.

“Your brother is going to be pissed when he hears what happened tonight.” The flirty Jake was gone as his voice became more serious. It seemed like he was running through the “what ifs” as well.

“We really don’t have to tell him.” It came out more of a plea than you wanted, but it didn’t help either way.

Jake gave you a look as if to say, “are you serious?” and shook his head. “He would not only kill me but you if he found out we kept this from him. Plus, I think he needs to know how badly things could’ve gone.”

You went back to leaning your head on the seat and closed your eyes. Images of your brother yelling at you crossed your mind and you kept trying to think of ways to avoid that.

“You’re the only family he has left. He’s going to want to know that way he can figure out how to not let this happen again.” And there went all arguments you had. You knew he was right, and you knew tonight wasn’t exactly your fault. But it still hurt to know you were going to cause your brother some sort of pain.

“I’ll be there with you if you want. Maybe take some of the heat off you.” You glanced back over to him and asked how he would do that. The answer he gave was simple.

“I’ll tell him it’ll never happen again because I don’t plan to let you out of my sight.” And sent you a wink.

A/N: Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you so so much for reading!!!

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Hey can you make some Jealosy stuff with aegon? I actually have a prompt list of you would like it, I used to write so it helped me alot

Aegon Targaryen*Noticed

Pairing: Aegon x f!reader

Word count: 3125

Warnings: jealousy, slightly drunk aegon

A/N: so sorry this took so long but i think i'll be making another post soon of jealous aegon headcannons so keep an eye out (also i would love to see your prompt list if you wanna tag me in it or send it to me <3)

Masterlist Here

Being a lady in waiting to princess Heleana was one of the biggest honours queen Alicent had bestowed on your family. when the day came just weeks after your thirteenth nameday for you to leave the goodbyes were tearful but filled with promise. you would serve the princess and your family and bring honour to your house. this is what your father told you. this was your job.

you remember the day you met the princess clearly. you approached the queen with shaking knees and a thin layer of sweat down your back with your deepest curtsey. the smile she gave you was rehearsed, even you could tell at your age, but she did not seem as mean as some had described as she ushered you inside the red keep.

soon you were brought to Heleana who sat in the corner of the courtyard, her dress covered in grass stains and dried mud and her hands trailing along the dirt. Alicent cleared her throat and drawing her daughter’s attention who looked up confused before her lips turned into a crooked grin, “You must be my lady!” she beamed.

“I am your grace,” you said, giving your best though shaking curtsey yet again. however, this time Heleana reached a handout, grabbing your wrist gently and bringing you to sit beside her in the dirt. you glanced over your shoulder, but the queen was already halfway across the courtyard, “What are we doing my lady?”

“Call me Heleana,” she said as she picked up her latest friend, “Look at him. isn’t he marvellous?” she grinned as she showed you the caterpillar in her hand.

you were too distracted to hear the sniggering across the courtyard as the prince watched your attempts not to recoil at the bugs his sister pushed into your hands. Aegon lent against one of the archways, arms crossed as his eyes became glued to you. he wasn’t sure why he found your character so interesting but none the less could not look away even as the years went by.

years went by and you grew closer to Heleana and even with her family. all but the king that was. even queen Alicent would make small talk with you at suppers and sent gifts to your chambers on your name days. Aemond was not particularly close with you, but you had a silent understanding. Heleana however was your closest friend which was not shocking given how much time you spent together however what surprised you more was how close you grew to her eldest brother.

it surprised you at first when he suddenly began to take more of an interest in you when you turned sixteen however even before then he had always been kind. he would dance with you at balls and walk with you through the gardens when the night grew tiresome. at suppers he would take interest in your day even though you knew at times your stories were boring. you thought he was kind and sweet but what you didn’t know was that he sparred harder whenever you walked past the training field. or that he would fly his dragon past your chamber windows deliberately, hoping you’d catch a glimpse of him soring the skies. you didn’t even notice how his hands lingered around your waist when he would help you on your horse or how his eyes flickered to your lips too many times for a friend to do.

Aegon however did notice the way your smiled curved when you laughed and what wines got you the giggliest at balls. he noticed how you would style your hair in new ways each week and the new braids you would practise. he noticed how your eyes would widen after a rude lord walked away from you and which books you seemed the enjoy the most. he noticed it all and he remembered every detail.

however, he also began to notice other men noticing you also. Aegon hated seeing his guards lingering eyes on your skin or how you laughed at jokes that clearly were not funny. each time he saw another lord ask you to dance his grip on his goblet tightened till his knuckles were white.

it only got worse when you came of age and began to look for a husband. by now you had been in Kingslanding for so many years it had become home. in that time your once more minor house and blossomed into one with more power than you had ever guessed it would due to lands your family owned becoming essential to the crown. you noticed how the more powerful your family became the more lords stopped to talk to you at feasts.

so, you put on your doe eyes and kind smiles to not offend the lords who pretended to care for you as you dreamed of another. you knew you would never raise to a station high enough to marry a prince but having Aegon so close at all times made it hard not to dream of the idea.

as Aegon’s nameday was soon arriving his mother had decided to throw another one of her balls but this one would be far more important she said. she had invited everyone who was anyone as well as their sons and daughters. this was her opportunity for match making she told her children over supper. Alicent even said she had matches in mind for you as well and you couldn’t help but notice how Aegon’s face grew cold when she said it.

but soon the fabric was ordered and sewing your dresses began. Heleana never cared much for these balls but deep down they delighted you. the dancing, the music, the décor. it was all so beautiful. it also gave you an excuse to be pressed against the chest of the man you dreamed of.

it was the day before the ball, and everyone was extra busy today. the servants walked at double the speed and the cooks were making quadruple the food. all the ladies of the court were finishing off the final touches to their gowns while the men mingled and tried to organise suitable matches for their own children before the ball had even begun. luckily for you however you had finished your dress some days ago so while everyone else was running around you decided to take a stroll through the plainer gardens near the back of the castle.

while not as pretty as the gardens the guests were exploring these gardens gave you far more peace. you were able to stroll through the bushes and trees, stopping to admire the sights with no worry of anyone interrupting your peace. well, you thought that anyway until you looked down to see a prince laying down on a bench, a handkerchief over his eyes to shield them from the hot sun.

you silently laughed as you crept over, snatching the handkerchief away suddenly making Aegon’s face screw up as the sun beat down on it. “Ah! Who do you- “he angrily spouted as he quickly sat up making you step back, a giggle still on your lips, “Oh, it’s you,” Aegon said, his anger melting away to be replaced by a cheesy grin, “To what do I owe the pleasure my lady?”

“I was only out for some sunshine my prince,” you said, passing him the handkerchief back and trying not to flush when his fingers grazed yours, “I did not mean to ruin your relaxation,”

“You’ve not ruined it at all my lady,” Aegon said as he stood up. you took the moment to appreciate his fine features and how his hair shone like diamond strands in the sun, “Would you care to join me?” he offered as he gestured for you to sit down on the bench he had used as a bed.

“Why thank you my prince,” you said as you took a seat, Aegon instantly joining your side, “So are you also hiding from all our visitors?”

“You caught me,” Aegon said, a laugh on his lips as he held his hands up in mock defence, “Too many people for my liking,”

“They’re all here for you,” you said, glancing over at him and trying not to stare, “Everyone here wants even a moment in your ear and you’re hiding in the trees with a random lady,”

Aegon smiled gently, a rare sight in the recent times since tensions grew high as he argued with his mother over his future betrothment, “You’re not just some lady. besides id rather hide in the trees with just you than pretend to care about the strangers in there,”

you couldn’t help flush at his words. no one else would believe you if you told them how sweet Aegon could be. how his words could sound like the came right out a dream. you heard all the rumours about him at court and you wondered how they could get him so wrong. this was the Aegon you knew, “You flatter me my prince,”

“I just wish to speak the truth my lady,” he said as he kept his eyes on yours longer than a friend would. sadly, you both cringed when you heard guards start to yell Aegon’s name across the gardens, “I suppose mother noticed my absence. I have to go my lady,” Aegon said as he stood, you instantly standing as well, already missing his presence despite him being here, “I’ll see you tomorrow my lady,” Aegon said, bowing lightly before turning to leave.

“Goodbye Aegon,” you said making him pause for a moment as his guards waved him to hurry over.

“Save a dance for me?” he asked suddenly, a hopeful smile on those precious lips.

you couldn’t help your grin. “It would be an honour my prince,” you said as Aegon turned to run off to his guards before more trouble could be caused.

you weren’t sure why his question had made you so giddy, but you couldn’t get the prince out your mind the whole evening or even the morning of the ball. Heleana had even commented on your bubbly nature throughout the day. you spent the morning getting ready with the princess, briefly being interrupted by Alicent stopping by to drop off a list of suitable matches for you and Heleana.

when the ball came around your eyes only looked for Aegon, however. usually, you were able to sit closer to the royals but tonight you joined your family at a regular table while those you served sat at the top of the hall, a separate table for Viserys and all his children and grandchildren. it was a rare sight to see Rhaenyra or even her children at court but even you could admit Jacaerys was an easy sight on the eyes.

the girls at your table spent the whole time of the meal discussing the lords in attendance, many times did Jace name be brought up. you had only met the boy once and you never had much chance to speak but still everyone wanted to hear what you had to say. as the feast drew to an end and the music began to speed up you noticed all the sweaty palmed minor lords stand from their tables and make their way to suitable ladies.

those from the greater houses usually took slightly longer to arise from their chairs, scouting out their potential dance partners more carefully. however, the girls at your table fell silent when they noticed the prince stand at the high table however it was not the prince you had hoped would approach your table. you did your best to seem casual, but you could not help your nerves as you noticed that Jace was heading towards your table.

“My lady,” he said, and you felt your eyes widen when you realise, he was speaking to you, “Would you care for a dance?”

“With you?” you said, instantly putting your foot in your mouth as your cousin jabbed you in the ribs with her elbows.

you almost sighed in relief when he began to chuckle lightly, “If it pleases you, my lady,” he said, extending his hand out for you to take.

your eyes glanced towards the high table as you gently took his hand however it was not Alicent’s firm gaze that scared you but rather Aegon’s blank one. surely, he must care you were dancing with his nephew instead of him? your mind was drawn back to your dance partner however as he led you to the ballroom floor.

you noticed how calloused his hands were as they gently held your hand however you could only think about Aegon’s soft ones from your last dance. “You look radiant tonight my lady,”

“Thank you, my prince,” you said but he was not your prince. your prince was glaring daggers into his wine cup right now. your prince did not hold your waist so tightly or step on your toes with an apologetic smile.

you were grateful when the dance ended. you knew it was pig-headed of you, but you did not want to dance another dance unless it was with Aegon. however, you knew you could not reject the lords who approached, and the numbers increased when they had seen the princes interest. with each dance you had you noticed Aegon sink further into his wine, and you noted all the girls he had turned down with a wave of his hand.

the night had grown on long and you were desperate to leave but as another lord whose house you could not even remember approached you felt a rough hand grab your lower arm. “I’m afraid I must borrow my lady,” Aegon said sharply from where he stood behind you to the now stuttering lord, “My lady,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper but telling you everything you had to know as Aegon sharply led you to the corridor.

“What’s wrong my prince?” you asked, your eyes darting back to the ballroom wondering if your absence had been noted by the queen yet.

“What’s wrong?” he said, his eyes wide and his breath smelling of wine, “Why don’t you tell me my lady? tell me did you enjoy the attention?”

“Aegon I- “

“Im sure you must’ve loved it. the future king spinning you around for all to see,” he said as he shook his head, walking away from you further into the corridor.

“That’s not fair,” you said, crossing your arms and refusing to move as Aegon whipped his head around, waiting for you to follow him but you stayed firm, “I could hardly reject him in front of everyone,”

“Please I saw the way you were smiling,” Aegon said, approaching you suddenly. you felt the hairs stand up on your skin, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. “Or are you telling me it was all an act?”

“Of course, it was an act, I hardly know the man,” you said, your arms flying out in frustration. “Its not my fault he asked me first,”

“Please,” Aegon scoffed turning to walk away but this time you stepped forward, grabbing his shoulder roughly and spinning him back around, “Hey!”

“Don’t you hey me!” you said, not caring how loud your voice was, “You do not get to be mad at me. I waited for you to ask, and you didn’t. I waited and waited, and you never came and asked. not once. it’s not my fault other men could be arsed to get up and you couldn’t,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. when Aegon tried to speak you just held your hand up and kept spewing out the words you had been holding back, “the whole night I waited Aegon. even your brother asked me before you did. you ask me to save you a dance? well I did but you never came to claim it not once,”

By now Aegon was hanging his head in what you thought was either shame or guilt or some mix of it all. you paused, waiting for him to speak as your chest heaved as you caught your breath, “Do you know how much it hurts to see you dance with him?” Aegon said but this time it was him that did not let you speak, “Or any other lord? I see the way they look at you. I see how you smile and laugh and twirl around the dance floor. seeing you out there, dancing with him of all people it hurts,” Aegon said, his voice bordering on yelling but luckily the music washed out his words to those in the hall, “You should be dancing with me. you should be sat beside me. not as my sister’s lady but as mine,” Aegon said, his eyes desperate and voice shaky, “I don’t want to dance another dance with anyone, but you so forgive me if I don’t like to see you pressed up against someone else,”

“I was just dancing,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “but each dance I wished it was you holding me,”

“Do you mean it?” Aegon asked as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out as his eyes roamed your face for some kind of cruel trick.

you smiled at Aegon as you stepped closer, your hand reaching for his and holding it softly in your own hand, “I still owe you a dance,” you said softly as you gazed into his lilac eyes, “and you are the only man I wish to dance with tonight,”

Aegon smiled softly, his other hand moving to your waist to pull you in against his chest, “Then we shall dance,” he said as he began to lead you despite the music being so far away now.

“Surely we should go back to the hall,” you said but it came out as a giggle as Aegon began to spin you.

“No,” he said as he effortlessly danced with you in the empty corridor, “I want a moment for just us. we’ll find our own music to dance to,”

“I’d like that,” you said as your steps slowed as Aegon’s head slowly dipped down. your dancing stopped as your lips reached up to slowly capture his. his kiss was soft and tender as his hands moved to hold your waist. you weren’t sure how long it lasted but you wished it was a lifetime as you parted, your forehead resting on his, “We should really go back,” you whispered against his lips.

“Okay,” he whispered back despite knowing being around to here, “But only if you return as my guest and mine alone,”

You smiled against his lips, “I’d love to my prince,”

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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Hello! If it’s not too much to ask Can I request Aemond x fem Lannister reader please like his family is not approved of their relationship but he still wants to marry her . Have a good day :)

you’re the only thing worth taking

aemond targaryen x lannister!reader

synopsis: aemond had to have you

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the minute he set his eye upon her golden face, he knew he had to have her. a lannister sent as a contender for his brother’s hand, aemond didn’t expect himself to fall in love with her. but the gods took a mercy on him, for his mother had rejected her, and aemond knew his chances had just gotten better.

she was sitting across from the one eyed prince. pushing her food around her plate nervously, she was under the scrutiny of alicent hightower. “she’s a lannister. lions who thirst for power, what’s to say she won’t subdue our aegon’s rule?” alicent tried to make it seem like she were whispering, but she could be heard across the table and down to y/n’s ears.

she swallowed thickly and stood up suddenly, “lions don’t fall for dragons in disguise.” she sneered at alicent and aegon, who having just talked with him once, y/n knew he was evil.

y/n picked her skirts up and sauntered out of the room without hearing another word of alicents deception. she was embarrassed, utterly embarrassed and over something she had no decision in?

y/n couldn’t help the tears that threatened to fall as she walked down the hall. footsteps were heard behind her but she continued, not caring for the embarrassment of her sniffles, she had enough for the day to kill anyones spirit.

suddenly she felt a hand on the small of her back. she stopped walking and turned around, seeing aemond looking down at her. “y/n. i-“ aemond couldn’t find the words as he noticed her tears, and the anger set upon him.

how could someone be so cruel to such a beautiful creature? aemond could break under the ache of it, and he held her, wiping her tears away with his hand.

it had been some time now since she and aemond had an established relationship. she met aemond in the dark of the night where he read her stories of the targaryen history, or just vented about his princely duties.

she had extended her stay at kings landing, welcomed by the king as her father was a dear friend, and for some court exposure.

but as much as y/n knew she had failed her house by not securing a marriage to the kings firstborn son, y/n knew she wasn’t just settling for the second.

she kissed aemond passionately as his hands drove into her golden hair. he was devoted to her, he wanted to marry her, have children with her, be one with her.

“i wish to marry y/n lannister.” his voice echoed as he announced to his mother and father, his siblings sitting next to alicent.

“what?” alicents voice echoed, and her confusion clouded her as she shook her head, “no. no, no.”

aemond looked at her and frowned, “i wasn’t really asking. i was letting you know.”

alicent stood up and walked towards her son, “no, aemond. she’s doing exactly what i said she’d do! she couldn’t have aegon so she settled on you, tell him viserys!” she turned to her husband who was looking intently at aemond. he recognized the look in his eye. he had seen it once on himself, when he was with aemma, the look was of pure love. whoever this lannister girl was, she was the love of aemond’s life.

viserys waved a hand, “let him marry her. i give them my blessing.” he looked at his son, whom he was never really close to but aemond had never caused him such a headache as aegon, so he wanted him to be happy.

alicent was enraged, and she looked at aemond, “leave us.” she turned to aegon and halaena, “all of you. now.”

aemond met with you later that night, and as he made love to you, he kissed you, “i promise, you’ll be my bride, my targaryen queen.” he whispered.

#aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon angst #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon fluff #house of the dragon smut #aemond targaryen

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fictionallystable · 2 months

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Rating: Mature

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship: Phillip Graves (Call of Duty)/Reader

Characters: Reader, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Author Has Played Call of Duty, Childhood Friends, Miscommunication, Mutual Pining, slight age gap, Civilian!Reader, Pre-Canon, Jealousy, Angst, Kissing, Time Skips, Slight OOC Graves, Brother's Best Friend.

Words: 1,990 | Chapters: 2/5

Authors: @orphancains & @collinnmckinley

Chapter 2: The Dinner.

Chapter Summary: Your parents invite Phil and his new pretty girlfriend to dinner, and things take a turn but not for the better.

A/N: Here we are, the next chapter. I hope you guys like it :).

the fic can also be found on AO3

tags will be updated!!

Phillip was already out the door after hanging out with Matty at his house all day. Usually, he expected to run into you and even let you watch as he and Matty played video games. Sometimes you would even jump in and play for one of them. But you were locked in your room the whole time he was there. Phillip figured it was just that you were studying like your dad wanted you to. But when he said goodbye to Matty and walked away from near your bedroom door, he noticed that that was when you unlocked your door.

As he started walking toward his car, Phillip noticed that he’d left behind his copy of Madden in Matty’s room. Turning around, he cursed to himself. When he knocked on the door to your house again, this time your mother answered the door.

He gave her a stiff smile. “Hi, I just forgot one of my games in Matty’s room,” he said.

“Oh, I hadn’t even realized you’d left already, Phillip.” She glanced down at her watch. “It’s almost time for dinner. How come you’re not staying over? We’ve always got a spot for you at the table, as you know.”

Phil staying for dinner wasn’t unheard of. Usually his home was empty, and he’d end up ordering takeout on his dad’s credit card. But he was still testing the waters with a new girl he met, Marisa. And after his date with her the other day where they kissed after swimming, he thought maybe he could start taking things more seriously with her beyond a short summer fling.

He grimaced at your mother’s question. “Actually, I was going to have dinner with a friend of mine. Well, actually, she’s a girl I’m interested in.” He dug his nail into the palm of his hand when he realized what he’d said. Why couldn’t he just call Marisa his girlfriend?

Your mom leaned against the door frame, eyes widened slightly as she understood what he said. “Oh, I see now. I can see why you’d—”

“Even better!” your dad emerged from behind your mother. He was a tall, looming man, always dressed in a suit from work and his skin taut always taut from grinning. “Maybe you having a girl over will finally convince Matthew to start looking for another girlfriend. And someone better than that other girl. Never liked her.”

Your mother scoffed at her husband.

Your dad continued, “Phil, by all means, bring the girl over. You don’t even have to stay long if you don’t want to.”

Phil swallowed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah sure I’ll—I’ll let her know she can come over.”

Your dad clapped his hands together proudly, while your mom retreated back into the house upon hearing this. “Fantastic!” he boomed.

You sat across from the dinner table from Phil and his new girlfriend. You tried not to stare, but peaked her a few seconds at a time to get a good look at her. She had long dark red, wavy hair that she wore in a messy, loose ponytail. Her eyes were green, her bands dusting her face just above them. Dark freckles littered across her otherwise pale nose and cheeks that she had painted with a noticeable blush. She could’ve been 16 to 18 years old, but you couldn’t tell. You’d never seen her before, aside from the brief moment at Phil’s pool. But she had to have gotten to know Phil from somewhere.

They talked and chattered for the first ten minutes of dinner, your dad refusing to let any moment go by in silence. You’d learned she was planning to go to college to become a travel nurse to see the world. The two had met when she was walking. You wanted to roll your eyes at this, but instead silently listened and idly stabbed your steak with your fork.

You hoped and prayed that she would just ignore you, so that you could ignore her. But she had to start asking you questions.

“Phillip told me you draw,” she started with a small smile. “I tried drawing when I was really into cartoons when I was a little kid , but I stopped.” It didn’t escape you that she emphasized the word ‘kid’ as she spoke, you never liked it when people treated you as such so to say that you didn’t like the way she said it would be an understatement.

Without thinking, you narrowed your eyes into a glare but said nothing back. Phil furrowed his brow in confusion at seeing you turn so taciturn. He’d hoped you and Marisa would get along great, especially since she had little sisters of her own.

Right next to you, Matty noticed how tense you’d become. When he spoke to you alone before dinner, you were calm and otherwise happy. Yet, as soon as you took your seat across Phil and Marisa, you grew deadly quiet. “Yeah, actually, she’s an amazing artist,” he spoke up. “She doesn’t just draw either, right? She also is pretty good at painting.”

Marisa didn’t say anything in return. The silence grew thicker and more suffocating, but Matty kept on nervously rambling in hopes that someone else would speak.

“In fact! One of her artworks recently won an award. In this magazine—I think it’s called MUSE , right?” He looked over at you for an answer and you reluctantly nodded. He still beamed as he bragged about you.” She’s even going to get some scholarship money for it.” But at this you only pursed your lips and wished you could disappear from being in the dinner table’s spotlight.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your dad shifting uncomfortably. You’d purposefully avoided telling him about your art winning a prize. He thought you were totally devoted to your other school studies this summer. But Phil instead folded his arms on the table, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “That’s great! Congrats, Y/N.”

When you didn’t reply to him, Phil continued. “Maybe you can show the drawing to Marisa and I to have a look at it?”

Marisa hummed. “I never heard of that magazine. Did a lot of other people also submit their work, or was it just kids?”

Without uttering anything, you stood up from your seat, the legs of the chair groaning loudly as you did. You wiped your hands with your napkin before tossing it onto your plate. Until now, you didn’t realize your hands were trembling from your ire. You’d barely touched the food on your plate, but you could not stand to sit there any more. You refused to look back at Philip, or Marisa, or even Matty for that matter.

You could hear your mom, stunned at your behavior, calling for you as you stormed away. Matty rubbed his hand across his face in frustration, he understood your anger. It wasn’t just a drawing. It was an oil painting, something that you’ve been working hard to perfect, and he knew that Phillip flipping the conversation of your painting to one about Marisa and him would annoy you. And Marisa’s question felt like a bomb had gone off in the middle of the dinner table. In the corner of your eyes as you walked off, you could see your mom burying her face in her hands, and your dad’s face was hard as stone with rage. You knew you’d get an earful tomorrow.

But at that moment, you didn’t care. Seeing how Marisa and the others saw you as nothing more than a child who drew dumb doodles, and hearing how Phil reacted to the news of your prize sent a bitter feeling rising up your throat to your mouth. In your room, you once again locked your door. This time you did not cry out in sobs like you had days before, but a few angry, rapid tears streamed down your face before you buried yourself under your bed sheets.

Phil let out a sharp breath when he entered his car. He heard Marisa shut her door beside him as she entered too. He hadn’t imagined that dinner could go disastrous. Yet, here he was afterward with Marisa who also had permanent red blush across her cheeks from how riled up she’d gotten.

Before getting in the car, Marisa stayed inside the house talking to your mom about what sororities are worth looking into for college, while Matty and him lingered out in the front yard. Matty had never looked so serious to Phil, even though he’d known him since they were little kids.

Phil drove silently, Marisa looking out the window of his car with hard eyes while she clutched tightly onto her purse from her nerves.

“God, that was something,” she breathed out, taking her red hair out of its ponytail and running her hand through it. “Not exactly what I imagined this night would go.”

Phil opened his mouth to speak, but Marisa continued. “Honestly, your friend Matty’s sister is such a little shit.”

Still driving, Phil felt the muscles in his shoulders constrict and his jaw clench.

“Like, I tried being nice by talking to her about her drawings or whatever, but she was such a brat. I know she’s going through puberty and all, but— hello ? We all have to go through puberty. It’s not an excuse to be such a bi—”

Without letting her finish Phil turned quickly, slamming his foot on the brakes and stopping his car on the side of the road. He stayed still in his seat for a second before starting speaking to her with gritted teeth and voice so low she feared the worst. “Marisa, I swear to fucking god,” he took a deep breath before continuing “if you don’t stop talking about her like that, I’m going to veer us both off the damn road before you get home.”

Eyes wide and mouth ajar, Marisa clasped onto the window beside her in shock. When Phil turned to look at her, his eyes were hard and filled with what she could only describe as hatred in that moment. He breathed deeply again, pursing his lips and put his car slowly back into drive. The drive back was mainly quiet, aside from the sound of the car’s engine and the muffled music coming from passing cars. Phil couldn’t comprehend why he was feeling so angry, but then the words began to spill from his mouth without him realizing.

“She’s Matty’s sister,” Phil spoke with anger still lingering in his voice. “But I’ve known her for years, long enough that I know if she’s sad even if she doesn’t show it. That if she’s ever felt lonely, it becomes my responsibility to make her feel otherwise. We’re not related by blood, obviously, but what we have is beyond being related by blood. She’s my little sister. And I told you that before we even got in the car, but you clearly didn’t understand what I meant.”

Phil finally pulled up to her home, pulling in her driveway and parking the car. He thought the drive back would clear his mind, remind him that he still wanted to date her. But instead, he couldn’t look at Marisa without resentment and disgust clouding his vision.

“I think it’s best that we stop seeing each other,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear.

Marisa stiffened before finally nodding quickly, still shaken by his reaction. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she noticed Phil continued to avoid looking at her.

Once she shut the door to his car, he breathed out before cursing to himself. He realized how tight his hands were around the steering wheel and attempted to loosen and move his fingers.

As he drove back home, he couldn’t help but feel more regret for tonight flooding him. He wanted to find a way to make it up to you.

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littlelonelyone · 1 year

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All Along (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, Fluff, Pining, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (F), Happy Ending.

Description: Reader has been crushing on George since Year 3 and never tells him about her feelings for him. She notices everything about the boy, even how to tell him apart from his twin. After a certain conversation with her friends one night, Reader finally has the courage to talk to George.

HELLO this doesn’t follow the books! Also this might be the longest fic I ever wrote to date so please forgive me. Hehe enjoy. Check out my other stories as well, thanks! :) <3

I was in love with George Weasley.

I mean who wouldn’t be after all of his crazy antics and all that he’s done for me. I first noticed him in Year 1 while I was waiting to be sorted into a house. I looked around out of curiosity at all the students who had gone through and watched this exact ceremony during their first year. I scanned the room thoroughly, finding some friendly faces who seemed excited about the new students that year and were smiling down at us and then coming across other faces who looked like they just wanted this to be over and done with.

That’s when my eyes found him. Tousled untamed red hair and a huge smile. He was chattering away with the group of people who surrounded him and someone beside him who I now realized was his twin. I watched as he threw his head back in laughter and I suddenly felt the warmest feeling in my chest. I wondered if he felt me staring as he looked in my direction and we made eye contact for a brief moment. Staring back at one another and I watched as his lips slowly curled into a smile. I was the first to break contact due to hearing my name being called.

“(Y/N L/N)” my ears perked up at the sound of my name and I turned around to look at Professor McGonagall who was already looking back at me. I moved through the small crowd of newcomers and confidently headed up the steps towards the stool so I could sit down. Almost immediately after I sat, the sorting hat announced that I would excel in Gryffindor and that was that. The table to my left cheered loudly when they heard the name of their house being called once again. Gryffindor was having a good day, almost the majority of new students had been sorted into their house. My gaze returned to the orange haired boy that I noticed earlier. He was already gazing back at me and cheering. We held eye contact as I made my way over to the Gryffindor table and upon my arrival, he extended his hand out to shake mine and introduced himself. “Hello I’m George Weasley, pleasure to have you here.”

From that very first interaction, George and I had become fast friends. I got to know him better that year and learned that he and Fred, who was his twin brother, just made it onto the Quidditch team. George was a year older than I so for him it was his 2nd Year. Despite our short age difference I had always been welcomed into Georges friend group and also became best friends with Katie Bell, who was the teams chaser.

Although George and I had been friends first, it wasn’t until my 3rd Year when I realized I liked my tall friend. I was sitting down by the black lake thinking of home when suddenly George appeared by my side and asked me what was wrong, in which I didn’t want to burden him with my feelings and simply told him I was fine. He insisted and told me he would listen to me talk about whatever it was that was bothering me. So eventually I caved and told him how I felt kind of lonely since being at Hogwarts was my first time living so far away from my parents and that I really struggled during my first year. I thought he was amazing for staying and listening to me as I vented and I realized that he was a good person. George told me my feelings were valid and basically had this entire speech about being brave and said that if I ever felt lonely, I could always go looking for him and he wouldn’t turn me away. I was touched and told him how I really appreciated him. It wasn’t until he pulled me into a hug and started curling my hair around his finger out of comfort that I had become conscious of him. No one else knew this but my mom used to do that same thing with my hair whenever I was having a rough day and she could always soothe me. My tense body immediately relaxed and George noticed right away. This moment was what started it all and I began thinking, “Maybe I like George more than a friend.”

At first I was in denial but was shut down immediately when I noticed I couldn’t look at Fred in the same way that I viewed his twin brother. Even though they were identical, I always knew which twin was which. After I came to the conclusion that I had feelings for George, I decided it would be best for me to ignore them. I continued to make excuses for myself and tried to stay at a distance but George kept pushing to be in my life and started being even nicer to me. The younger twin didn’t want his friend to feel lonely like she did in her 3rd year so after that he always kept an eye on her. He didn’t even realize (Y/N) was hopelessly crushing on him.

It was now Year 6, it was the twins 7th year. George was one of my good friends. Both of us were apart of the same friend group so we usually spent a lot of time with them as a collective. Currently I was lounging on the couch in the common room waiting for nothing in particular when George descended from the stairs and made his way over the minute his eyes fell upon me, “Hi.” He sat down and leaned his head onto my shoulder. “Hi Fred…” I joked. One of the many things that never failed to amuse me was when they didn’t believe I could tell them apart so I would purposely call the brothers by the wrong name. George scoffed dramatically, “You say you can tell us apart but hear you are calling out the name of my brother, this is blasphemy!” I clicked my teeth with my tongue and scolded him for his theatrics. “You know damn well I know who you are George Weasley.” I reassured him and looked away to stare into the crackling fire. “I could identify you even if my eyes were closed and I heard the sound of your voice.” I admitted. I didn’t know George was currently staring at me with raised eyebrows and was about to speak when we heard the rest of our friends enter the portrait hole and come join us around the fire.

After that little moment with (Y/N) in the common room, George couldn’t help but wonder throughout the rest of the week why his younger friend was able to identify him and his twin without failure. Did they really spend that much time together where she had the opportunity to observe them both and make out what skin blemishes one twin had and the other one didn’t? He really didn’t have the answer to that question since nobody in their 17 years of life was ever able to successfully tell them apart, until now. Even their own mother had difficulties telling the twins apart. The thought of his younger friend taking the time to decipher which twin was which made George smile. No one had ever taken the time to figure out anything about him and his brother. People decided to lump them in as Fred&George, as if they were conjoined twins. The fact (Y/N) could see the twins as their own individual person filled his heart with joy. George was pulled from his thoughts when he was approached by Alicia Spinnet, one of his old friends.

Somewhere in the school, (Y/N) was mindlessly strolling into parts of the castle that she had never been to before but she was too zoned out to come back to reality and correct herself so she continued walking until she heard giggling coming from a nearby classroom and it pulled her out of her thoughts. It was a girl and a boy. Normally she would have kept walking but the sound of the boys laugh caught her attention. She heard that same laugh way too many times for her to misidentify him. (Y/N) gravitated towards the sound of the laugh like a cartoon character who had just smelled a fresh pie in the window. Sure enough, inside the room sat Alicia Spinnet with George and she was flirting with him. I bit the inside of my cheek then did a U turn on my heel and got the heck out of there. I did not want to see that. I ran back in the direction of my dorm.

“And yeah I just wanted to see if you would like to go for a butter beer with me this weekend?” Alicia giggled and asked George on a date after their conversation about being partnered up in Transfiguration and how she had such a fun time. George was about to agree when the image of (Y/N) popped up in his head and he stopped in his tracks. He decided to take that as a sign not to go and instead declined the invitation and apologized. After they parted ways he began looking for the girl that was now on his mind. Why did he have this odd feeling. George sighed and pushed the thought out of his head. He began looking for (Y/N).

(Y/N) had grumpily made her way back to the dorms where her best friend Katie Bell was hanging out and doing homework with their mutual friend Angelina.

Upon my arrival to said dorm, I plopped onto my bed and buried my head in a pillow. Katie noticed immediately and excused herself to come over to my bed. She sat down next to me and began running her fingers through my thick locks and asked what was bothering me. I shook my head and grumbled, “Nothing just tired.” But she knew better than that. Katie knew me like the back of her hand. She began taking individual locks of hair and curling it around her finger knowing this action was my weakness and I would soon cave and tell her what was on my mind.

I sighed and turned my head to look at her. “That’s not fair! You know I can’t be upset when you do that.” I let my eyes close as Katie continued curling my hair around her finger. “I feel like you already know what I’m about to say..” I whispered and started to chew on my bottom lip. Katie chuckled and nodded, “Unfortunately, I know you more than you know yourself.” “At this point I’m pretty sure everyone does.” I said whilst sitting up and started staring at my hands. “It’s just.. it’s not like I want to be in love with one of my best friends but I can’t help what I feel! He’s always there with his nice face and kind words making sure I’m alright and he’s always hugging me or leaning on me, what am I supposed to do or how am I supposed to react!?” I exclaimed. Angelina looked over at her friends. She felt bad for her friend who couldn’t admit to her feelings in fear of ruining the dynamic that she and George had with each other. Angelina made her way over to her friends and knelt down next to Katie. “You know (Y/N), you could always just tell him how you feel about him. George cares about you so much and I know he would never hurt you. But right now you’re hurting yourself and it’s time to accept these feelings or move on.” With that being said, Angelina tucked a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear and exited their shared dorm. The dark haired girl had always been the blunt one out of the trio and always said what others didn’t want to hear.

My eyes drifted to my best friend and I gasped dramatically at the way she was looking at me. Like as if she agreed with what Angelina was saying. “Come on K not you too!” I whined and pushed her hand away from my head. She began to slowly nod as if she was hesitant to disagree with her best friend in fear she would be upset with her. I rolled my eyes. We sat in silence for a while just thinking before I obnoxiously sighed, knowing there was no other way around this and my friends were right. It was time for me to let go of these feelings. Either he felt the same way and would reciprocate my feelings or I was about to make a huge mistake but I deserved to think with a clear head. “Okay!” I finally agreed. “Okay?” Katie looked kind of shocked. “Okay. Im going to tell him how I feel!” Katie tackled me out of joy knowing how big of a step I was taking and told me how proud of me she was. After this conversation we discussed when I should ask George to talk. I was nervous yet kind of excited. I just hoped he felt something for me as well.

George had finally reached the common room just as (Y/N) was coming back down the stairs. They immediately made eye contact and George beckoned her over with the nod of his head. She bid her goodbyes to Katie and made her way over to him. “Hi Georgie.” She said then leaned over to hook their arms and face him towards the direction he just came from. “Care to join me for a walk around the castle?” She peered up at him through her long eyelashes and he couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked tonight. All of a sudden he thought about Alicia and felt glad he didn’t agree to the date. He showed off his nice white teeth and smiled that gorgeous smile (Y/N) adored so much and he nodded, letting the younger girl drag him along. They were walking in comfortable silence for about 10 minutes until (Y/N) finally broke the ice and spoke. “George? You would never hurt me right?” She asked, making them both stop walking. He gulped. Why was she suddenly asking this? Did she know about Alicia? Was she jealous? Why would she be jealous anyways and why was he wishing she was? “I mean I know you would never hurt me. I don’t know why I asked that..” (Y/N) blushed and looked away letting out a laugh due to her being a little embarrassed. (Y/N) actually knew why she was asking this question. She was trying to prepare herself for the big confession her and Katie planned.

Without another word, George shook his head and in a flash, pulled her right against his chest. Was she feeling lonely again? Feeling confident, he kissed the top of her head and began to speak, “I would never dream of hurting you love, are you okay? What’s with the sudden question?” He pulled away a little and forced her to look at him. She couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on her face. “Uh nothing just a random thought, I promise I’m okay!” She removed her face from his grasp and buried it back in his chest. “I don’t think I could ever handle losing you to be honest.” (Y/N) admitted out of the blue and inhaled his scent in doing so. This unexpected confession made Georges heart flutter and he squeezed her a little closer.

One thing he always admired about (Y/N) was her confidence and her ability to always say what she was currently thinking. In a way, he found her rather intimidating but also found himself drawn to the younger girl. They relaxed in each others embrace and (Y/N) found herself pushing him to the nearest wall. This was it. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time. Whatever she was doing, George liked it and the feeling of her guiding him, had him wrapped around her finger in a swift second. She slowly moved her head upwards and stood up on her tiptoes, about to place a kiss against the spot between his shoulder and neck, when the sound of people running and yelling had startled the pair and George had grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby classroom.

Inside the classroom, he leaned against a desk and looked down in disappointment, feeling like he just missed something important. (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this little interruption ruin what she was about to do a moment ago and she rushed over to George, ducking to where he hung his head and pressed her lips against his, lifting his head in the process. Her hand going to his cheek to hold. George was stunned, he didn’t even have time to react and kiss back before (Y/N) pulled away. “Godric forgive me!” She exclaimed and stepped back a little before she began to pace back and forth. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go!” She ranted to him and he stayed quiet, feeling rather confused in that moment, trying to process what just happened. “I should’ve asked if I was allowed to kiss you, I’m sorry George.” (Y/N) bit her lip and looked down momentarily, before bringing her attention back to him. “I asked you to come for a walk because I had something to tell you but I kind of got swept up in the moment so I apologize..” She started and George just nodded his head, waiting for her explanation. “I actually wanted to talk about us… You’re probably wondering why I kissed you and the answer to that question is..” (Y/N) stopped herself and gulped. “The answer to that q-question is that I-I really like you George.” She finally managed to spit out. “I like you so much and not being able to tell you such a huge secret has been eating me alive and I really needed you to know that.” (Y/N) whispered the last few words, looking at the ground as she slowly lost her confidence and slowly backed away. She did not want to see the look on Georges face right now.

Just as she turned to run away, George reached out for her and pulled her against him. Her back was now pressed to his chest and he rested his head on top of hers as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand reached out for a strand of her long hair, curling it around his finger. Neither of them spoke during this little moment that they were having. (Y/N)s eyes slowly shut and she exhaled, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding in. George continued playing with her hair and slowly started to rub circles over her tummy. Trying to calm her down. Even with the position they were in, he could still feel how fast her heart was beating and noticed how she quivered a little. He had never seen her in a state like this before. Always seeing her when she was confident and at her best, only letting herself be sad in front of him when he really pushed for it. All in the span of 10 minutes, she had been acting so out of place and frantic and it wasn’t a side that George ever saw. It now hit him, her letting him see how vulnerable she was in that moment was really difficult for his normally confident friend and she truly meant what she said. (Y/N) really did have feelings for him and he wouldn’t have asked for anything better if he was given the chance.

His chin moved from the top of her head to her left shoulder so he could try get a look at her face. When he was successful, his heart skipped a beat at the expression that was displayed across the beautiful girls face. (Y/N)s eyes were closed and she wasn’t smiling nor frowning, instead she looked very content being wrapped in his embrace and she had a faint pink blush that appeared and rested across her nose. She was breathing steadily again, the action of George playing with her hair making her feel completely calm and her heartbeat became steady as well.

George now realized why there always seemed to be more than what he claimed when he always watched over (Y/N) and protected her from everything. Why he had declined the invitation from Alicia all because the image of her popped into his mind. He always loved her. From the moment they first saw each other in her first year when she was about to be sorted. The way they couldn’t stop gazing at one another as if they knew one day, they would become that very person for each other, the person they couldn’t stand to be apart from.

Without another word, George removed his hand from the girls waist and all the way to her chin, then in an instant he had moved her face so she could look back at him. Her eyes opened and she realized how close they were to one another. George leaned a little closer before asking her for permission to kiss her. She could only nod, scared of what her voice might sound like and that was it. Their lips molded with each others and George pulled her closer against him. His hand was now slightly around her neck and his fingers held her jaw in place so they could reach each other and kiss.

I couldn’t believe this was happening right now. George pretty much accepted my confession and we were now kissing. My hand wrapped around his wrist, the one he had around my neck and I slowly removed it, pushing it downwards and guided it to rest overtop my right boob. His eyes opened once he felt her. George could never bring himself to do this with another girl, always stopping the minute he thought of (Y/N) and disliked how the guilt would become too unbearable. But this was different. This was who he wanted all along and she was letting him touch her in intimate places, these little movements letting him know that she trusted him and she wanted him to do this to her.

Once her hand dropped from his, it was like her silent way of letting him know he could take over and he begin squeezing and rotating her breast, observing her to see if this was making her feel something. (Y/N) stopped kissing George for a moment to let out a breathy moan and this encouraged him to carry on. She reconnected their lips and their kisses got sloppier as his hand dragged over her stomach and slowly lifted up her top so he could get his hand under it. His hand moved back up towards her boob and he began squeezing it again, now feeling the thin material of her bra and he found himself getting turned on. As George continued feeling her up, he had switched out his left hand and instead, started to touch her breast with his right. His left hand was now moving down her stomach and stopped just above her waistband. (Y/N) knew what he was silently asking permission for and she whispered into the kiss, “Fucking touch me already George.”

With this demand, Georges hand quickly unbuttoned her jeans and now hovered over her clothed vagina, hesitating as if they hadn’t already crossed a line they couldn’t return from. Just as (Y/N) pushed her tongue into Georges mouth, he began to rub her pussy over her panties and she moaned into his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure she so desperately needed and she began to spread her legs. He soon realized how difficult this position was and in one swift movement, he quickly switched so (Y/N) was now sitting on the desk he once leaned on. George removed her pants completely then grabbed her thighs and dragged her to the edge. He peered into her eyes as they shined back up at him and he knew she had him once again. (Y/N) had the boy wrapped around her finger and could make him do anything she desired. She knew it too.

I grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to me so we could make out again. I was obsessed with the way our lips moved perfectly together and I knew I wouldn’t be able to kiss anybody else after him. George Weasley had me under this spell and I didn’t care to be saved anytime soon. I wanted to be swallowed by this love. I wanted to feel the parts of him I never felt before. My hands moved to his pants and I fought with the buckle, this action letting George know what I wanted and he caught my attention as he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth. I bit my lip at the show he was so obviously putting on for me and spread my legs once I realized what it was for. As if I wasn’t already wet enough for him to stick his fingers inside me, George being the kind of person he was to me, wanted to make sure I was 100% comfortable and didn’t feel too much stretching when he began to prepare me for what was to come next.

I leaned in to place a soft kiss to the side of (Y/N)s mouth before I moved her panties to the side and spread her lips. My thumb immediately went to her clit and I began rubbing hard circles against it, causing her to buck her hips and moan. I bit my lip, fuck she sounded sexy. Finally, my finger hovered over her hole and I slowly pushed it into her, feeling her stretching and pulsating around my finger and I continued to push it all the way inside her. “Fuck you’re tight.” I told her and placed a sloppy kiss to her thigh to let her know it was a good thing. A dark red blush was now showing on her face and her breathing was becoming shallow. I slowly fingered her and watched closely as her pussy seemed to swallow my digit over and over. When she started feeling more wet, I added another finger and continued expertly fucking her with my fingers at the same time that I rubbed her clit. (Y/N) was now moaning and moving her hips so Georges fingers could hit perfectly. “I-I’m going to-“ before she could even finish her sentence, George had stopped fingering her and replaced them with his tongue. He knew he could drive her over the edge with how sensitive he had made her by stopping and he flicked his tongue out to lick her reddened clit.

“G-George please-“ She cried and tried grinding down onto his face only for him to slightly pull back, attempting to tease her. “FUCK! George please just do something I-I!” (Y/N) was starting to feel the effects of her denied orgasm and she couldn’t speak a coherent sentence. George chuckled only wanting to tease her a little before he finally ate her up. With one last agonizingly slow lick to her clit, he shoved his fingers back inside her and began performing the best oral sex she had ever experienced. Sucking hard on her clit and curling his fingers deep inside her. (Y/N) clawed at his hands and pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer. She was beginning to feel overstimulated but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. With one last guttural moan leaving her mouth, she arched her back so high off the desks she laid across and he continued to lap at her sensitive pussy as she rode out her orgasm. With one final sigh, he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her up so he could kiss her again. She didn’t even care that she could taste herself on his tongue, it made the kiss so much hotter.

As they began to make out again, her hand moved down to his still hard dick and pumped it a few times, making him bite her lip as he attempted to suppress his moans. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her finger over the head, noticing a bit of pre cum leaking out and she started to spread her legs once again. “Fuck me.” She said in the most sexiest voice George had ever heard and he roughly grabbed her thighs and shoved himself inside her, his head fell back and he let out a loud moan at how warm and tight she felt and once again, he began to move in and out of her. As he fucked her even faster, both of their feelings began to build up and they couldn’t hold it anymore. “Fuuuuuck I love you!” George moaned out and continued to fuck her hard. “I love you!” He repeated and she couldn’t help as her tears welled up in her eyes and she felt overwhelmed. This was actually happening and to top it off, she didn’t even say I love you yet. It was all George.

His thrusts had started becoming sloppier and sloppier as he neared his release and she sat up whilst he was still inside her, helping him to reach an even deeper angle and she tossed her arms around his neck, biting down on it hard as George hit something over and over and she knew she was going to cum again. With one last thrust of his hips and her grinding down to meet with him, they both came at the same time and blurted out how much they loved each other. George pressed his lips back onto hers. Emptying himself inside her before he finally pulled out. Her legs were so shaky and his knees felt wobbly. He quickly flicked his wand and said a spell that sort of cleaned them up. George helped (Y/N) dress then gently helped her down from the desk.

“You okay?” George asked me and I smiled at his now concerned yet red face. He really decided to act flustered now after all we just did. I giggled then leaned on my tip toes so I could reach up and kiss him. “Do you want to go have a bath?” I suggested after we separated and he nodded, scooping me up in his arms and insisting that I was going to be sore later.

Ignoring her pleas to be put down, he walked in the direction of the bathroom so he and his new love could get cleaned up and go finish off their night cuddling in bed.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader fic #harry potter #my fic #smut #x reader #teasing

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I STILL LOVE YOU

AN: Hey guys, how is everyone? This is something I whipped up and if you enjoyed it then send me a like or a request.

Any mistakes are my own. I'm still learning french so forgive me if it's wrong.

Warnings: My feeble attempt at smut so pls be gentle.

Yn DuPont always wondered how she had become friends with the Leclerc siblings. Yes, her mother and Pascale had been friends and co-owners of the salon before she had passed away a few years ago but Yn just didn’t get how Arthur could be friends with her. She was smart but that was all she had going for her. No one besides Arthur ever spent time talking to her when they were at school. She had even heard once how some of his guy friends had been asking him how she and him could be friends. He had stood up for her making her smile but that was who he was. Her protector. A few weeks ago, though Dante Gabriel one of her fellow classmates asked her to be his date for some dance. At first, she had said no but over the course of the next few days he had worn her down until she agreed. Arthur was happy for her. It was time she let herself have some fun instead of just studying all the time. The day of the dance arrived, and Pascale had done her makeup and hair. As she smoothed down the black knee length dress she had chosen, for the first time in her life she felt pretty. She was excited and could feel the butterflies. She went downstairs and sat down on the sofa in the empty house as her father was away on business and waited for her date. And waited she did. 45 minutes passed before she realised, he wasn’t coming. She got up, grabbing keys as she passed the hallway table and slammed the front door closed behind her.

Charles Leclerc was the dreamboat of Monaco. He was a popular Formula 1 driver, and the girls loved him. Boy did he know it. But as fun as it was spending time with his friends and having the fan girls throwing themselves at him, sometimes he enjoyed just being by himself. Currently he was sitting on the deck of his yacht in the marina, enjoying the night sky and the quiet. It wasn’t always that he had time like this, but he was between races and need some much tlc. It was while he was sitting there enjoying the view when something else caught his eye. A young girl who looked oddly familiar was walking across the dock towards one of the other boats. He shook his head though, because it couldn’t be her. She never dressed up and if he remembered correctly, they were all at some dance. He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes only for a few minutes before his phone started to ring. He picked it up and saw his little brother’s name.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” he teased his brother.

“Charles, I need your help.”

Charles sat forward, alert. “What’s wrong?”

“It's Yn.”

“Is she ok?”

“I don’t know. She’s not here and she’s not picking up her phone. That dickhead of a date dropped her.”

“What do you mean?”

Charles heard his brother sigh. “Dante asked her to the dance, but he is here with another girl. When I asked him where she was, he said she cancelled. But his date said he lied. It had been some sort of prank.”

“Merde.” Charles realised that it had been her he had seen.

“Charles, I need to find her. We’re leaving the dance now. Can you help?”

“Art, stay. She would want you to have a good time.”

“How can I?”

“I have an idea where she might be. I’ll take care of her. She’ll be pissed if you left because of her. I promise I’ll call you if I can’t find her, ok?”

“I don’t know. “

“I got her.”

After much convincing Arthur agreed and Charles made his way over to a yacht near the end of the jetty. He saw her sitting there. “Permission to come aboard?” he asked loud enough for her to hear.

She turned her head in his direction. “You’re going to whether I say yes or no,” she shrugged.

He could hear that she had been crying and he felt anger surge. She was his friend too and he cared about her. Anyone who could hurt her didn’t deserve to know her. He climbed aboard and made his way up to her. He could see she was wearing a dress and had pulled her hair into a messy bun. But it was her face that hurt him. She had gotten all made up and now her face was stained with tears and smudge makeup, and she was shivering. He took off his hoodie and held it out to her. She tried to smile as she took it before pulling it over her dress. He sat down next to her. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t know why I’m surprised really.”

“What do you mean?”

She tugged her legs up under her and wiped her tears before leaning on her elbows. “I’m not good enough.”

He twisted so that he was looking at her and his was pissed. “What? How can you even think something like that?”

“Because it’s true,” she shrugged.

“Look at me. Hey,” he reached out and lifted her chin, so she was looking at him. “You are so much more than you think.”

“So then why does nobody care about me? No body want me? Even my own father would rather be travelling the world than spend time with me.”

“Cherie, there are people that love you. My mother loves you, my brothers, me.”

“I just.... feel like I’m not enough.”

He pulled her against him and allowed her to cry into his shirt.

Hours had passed in which both of them had fallen asleep. It was only the sound of his phone ringing that woke him up. “Hello?”

“Did you find her?” Arthur’s panicked voice sounded through his phone.

Charles looked down at the still sleeping girl in his arms. “I got her. She’s sleeping at the moment.”

Arthur sighed in relief. “So, she’s, okay?”

“She is. But that guy won’t be if I see him.”

“We took care of that.”

“Art, what did you do?”

“Nothing illegal or that will get us into trouble. Don’t worry. Where did you find her?”

“Pop’s boat.”

“Of course. I’m an idiot.”

Charles chuckled. “I’m gonna let her sleep a bit more. Will bring her home later. Don’t think she should be alone.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Ok. Hey Art, bring some supplies.”

“You got it.”

Several hours later Y/n, Charles and Arthur were all stretch out on her large sofa watching horror movies. Arthur had come through with all her favourite snacks and after the day she had Y/n was feeling loads better. She was conscious of the fact that Charles was sitting rather close to her while Arthur was on the other side of them, in actual fact the younger Leclerc boy had fallen asleep a little while ago. Something jumped out in the movie startling Y/n, and she grabbed hold of Charles’ hand. He chuckled as she realised what she had done and quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but he held tighter. “It's ok Cherie.” He whispered. He took their joined hands and placed it down on her thigh making her feel something she hadn’t felt before.

Arthur shifted making her quickly pull away from Charles letting his hand fall on her thigh, when she tried to shift away from him, he increased the pressure making her stop. She gulped. She felt her face begin to heat up as his hand slowly began rubbing circles up and down her leg. Her breath got caught in her throat as she felt his hand slide higher and higher. He turned to her a look in his eyes, “Can I?” She licked her lips hesitantly before nodding. He leaned closer to her till she felt his breath against her skin leaving goose bumps. “Tell me when to stop.” She nodded not sure her brain could form sentences. Her head fall back against the sofa as his hand reached the top of her leg and continued till, he touched her most intimate spot. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she was ok before moving his hand to the top of her shorts. “Open,” he gently instructed. She moved slightly so that her legs were more apart and moaned softly as he slipped his hand down her underwear and touched her bare clit. His hand was warm, but she still shivered as he moved his fingers up and down. She bit down on her own hand as he slipped a finger inside of her. He pressed his lips against her neck before whispering, “Do you like that, Belle?”

“Yes.” She whimpered in pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please.”

He increased the speed and inserted another finger, stretching her out causing her to moan a little louder. “Shhh Belle. Don’t want to wake Arthur.” She closed her eyes and bit down on her lips, but Charles quickly reacted. “Take your lip out your mouth.” She complied. He could feel her reaching her climax and just before she could make a noise as she reached her high, he kissed her swallowing her moan. She was so high in that moment that she didn’t even think about the kiss or what any of this meant. As soon as her breathing had returned to normal, Charles withdrew his fingers and popped them in his mouth all the while watching her. He liked how flushed she looked. He pecked her lips one more time before getting up and headed for the bathroom.

A few days later Charles was due to leave for Maranello but every time she was alone with him, he had touched her in some way. She was a little confused by it because whenever someone else was around it was like she didn’t exist. She was currently at home studying, alone yet again when there was a knock at the door. At the door stood Charles with a single red orchid in his hand. “Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey Cherie. Can I come in?”

“Of course.” She stepped aside to let him in. “Who’s that for?” she asked indicating to the flower.

“You.”

She took it from him and smelled it. “I love orchids.”

“I know,” he chuckled.

She walked to the kitchen and quickly found a small vase to put the flower in. As she was pouring water in, she felt his hands on her waist. He had followed her into the kitchen. She felt his lips against her neck as he gently began to pepper kisses on her skin as his hands roamed over her body. She couldn’t help but lean back into him.

He turned her around to face him pulling her into a deep kiss that left her breathless. Shifting them slightly he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on to the counter causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. He pushed her legs apart and stood between them hands on either leg. Almost on instinct she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to kiss her once more. After a while he wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa. He laid her down, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember to tell me to stop if you want.”

“Ok.”

He went back to kissing her neck as she felt his hands slide under her top fingers brushing against her nipples. As one of his hands took a nipple between his fingers the other slowly trailer down her body to the band of her skirt, leaving her skin burning at the contact. He detached his lips from her neck where he had left a dark mark and looked into her eyes. “I’m gonna take them off.” She nodded. He sat up and grabbed the band of her skirt with both hands as she lifted her legs slightly allowing him to pull down her skirt. “I think red would suit you better Cherie.” He remarked seeing the black panties she had on. She squirmed slightly as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh just inches away from where she was beginning to ache. “Charlie?”

“Yes Cherie?” he felt his cock twitch when she called him Charlie.

“Can you......”

“What?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Touch me here.” She pointed to her clothed pussy.

“How? Like this?” he asked rubbing his finger against the garment. “Or how about like this?” he leaned down and placed a kiss against her sex. Both actions had made the ache even more but something about the kiss had her begging for more.

“Like that Charlie.”

“Then I think we should get rid of these,” he pulled on her panties. He felt himself twitch again at the sight of her bare pussy underneath him. “Si belle ma Cherie.”

He couldn’t wait any long before lowering his face and taking a long swipe of his tongue along her pussy. He had to taste, and it was better than anything he had ever tasted. It was like he was starving, and he hadn’t realized it until now. The faster he licked and longer he sucked, the wetter she got, and the louder her moans. He sure as hell wasn’t going to silence her, the sounds coming out of her mouth was driving him crazy. But his turn would come. He was going to drive her off the edge and then do it again.

“Faster, please Charlie,” she begged as she thread her fingers through his hair. She was close.

He added a finger into her pussy causing her to buck her hips, but he pushed them down with his free hand and held them there as he slid another finger inside her. Her breath quickened and her grip on his hair tightened but he barely felt it as all he could think about was how good she tasted.

“I’m cumming,” she gasped seconds before she felt her release. He kept going till she begged him to stop because of how sensitive she was. He pressed one last kiss on her sensitive nub before moving closer and kissing her lips, letting her taste herself.

“Think you have one more for me? I want to be inside you.”

She reached down and rubbed her hand against his cock, feeling how hard he was. “I want you.” She reached up and undid his belt almost impatient to release him. He stood up making it easier for her to get his pants off. She needed a minute to appreciate the view before she pulled him closer. “I’ve never done this before.”

“We can stop.”

“No, I don’t want to. Just maybe be patient and tell me what you like.”

“Ok.”

She started placing little kitten kisses along the length of his cock on either side but when she placed her mouth around it holding onto him with a hand, that was when he groaned. She wanted to pull away thinking she was doing it wrong, but he held her head exactly where it was. “Don’t stop Cherie. Feels so good.”

She slowly moved her head up and down. His groans were now doing things to her down there. She began moving her hand as well making him groan louder when suddenly he pulled away. “Cha....”

“Need to be inside you right now,” he said before making her lay back. He positioned himself above her entrance before asking her one more time, “Do you want to stop?” As soon as she shook her head no, he was pushing himself inside. Man did it feel amazing how her walls gripped his cock. He tried to go as slow and gentle as possible to allow her time to adjust but she had other things on her mind. She wanted, no she needed him to go faster, harder. She was close to the edge again and so was he, so he picked up the pace. Faster he moved, groaning as he began to feel that pressure increase.

“Right there, I feel it cumming,” she cried.

Right at that moment she climaxed once more, and he pulled out just as he released all over her stomach. Once their breathing was back to normal, Charles got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a warm wet face cloth and sat down beside her, before gently cleaning her up.

“What is happening Charles?” she asked.

“I thought that was obvious Cherie?”

“You know what I mean?”

He sat back and pulled her legs onto his lap. “I like you Y/n.”

“But?”

“I have really amazing fans, but also some pretty toxic ones as well. And I’m in the spotlight.... a lot. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or lose you. I’ve seen it happen before. I don’t have a normal life.”

She moved her legs away and stood up,” Okay, I get it.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Charles sighed watching her close the bathroom door behind her. He sat there for a few minutes hearing the shower running before standing up, “Fuck it.” He pulled his shirt over his head and went in after her.

That night as she lay in her bed, she thought about the conversation they had after he had made her come again in the shower. They both cared a lot about each other and wanted to keep doing what they were doing so he had suggested that they kept it a secret from everyone even their families, at least for the time being. And she had agreed.

And that’s how it started. Every chance they got to sneak away together they took. Y/n would travel to certain races under the pretence that she was going to support Arthur at his races, or she would suggest to her friends to go on mini trips to get a break from school. Charles would constantly send her little gifts of her favourite things to remind her how much he missed her. Weekends away just the two of them. It had been hard keeping the secret from Arthur and the family, but they made it work and even when y/n started getting acceptance letters to medical schools across the globe, Charles had promised things wouldn’t change no matter where in the world they were. And everything was great for over a year......until she showed up.

Charlotte Tilbury was a beautiful, smart leggy blonde who had joined the Ferrari team for the new season. She was their media liaison and the longer they spent together the closer she and Charles became. Night-time calls became shorter and quick weekends away became less but when they were together, Charles reminded y/n how much he loved her. But the weekend of the Italian grand Prix things changed. Charles was spotted out with Charlotte and speculation was rife amongst the media of the new “couple” in the paddock. When she and Arthur had met her for the first time , Arthur had commented on how beautiful and smart Charlotte seemed which was exactly Charles’ type. The media and fans alike couldn’t get enough of the driver and his media liaison.

Y/n stopped answering his calls and responding to his messages. When the time came for Formula 1to hit Monaco he was standing at her door with an explanation. It was a PR stunt that management was forcing him to do. Ferrari were controlling his life and if he wanted to renew his contract, he had to go with it. Apparently, the fans had seen a connection between the driver and his media officer and had run with it. But he was adamant that he loved only her. He asked her to trust him and let it run its course and like a fool she had believed him. She endured the family get together which she had been politely ordered to attend and she had never been one to deny Pascale of anything. Charlotte had joined them and slowly she had to watch as the man she loved was photographed with the other woman. She didn’t attend many races anymore, but she answered his calls and messages pretending she was ok. It wasn’t till he was home for two weeks between races that she reached her braking point. One day he had been helping her study concerned that she was over doing it. But she assured him that she was okay. He had left an hour or so before everyone was due to head over to Pascale’s house for dinner. Y/n finished up her paper before quickly hopping in the shower.

She had been catching up with Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend ever since she had gotten to the house unaware that Charles was even there. It was only when she excused herself to use the rest room did she find out. He was sitting in his old bedroom sitting on the sofa phone in his hand. He was talking to someone who she recognised as Charlotte. She wasn’t one to listen in to other conversations but when she heard her name she stopped.

“Charlotte she’s my friend that’s all.”

“Come on Charlie.” y/n felt her heart crack. As far as she knew she was the only one he let call him that. “It’s painfully obvious that she has a thing for you.”

“She can feel what she wants but she’s not my type.”

“Which is why I’m perfect to fit the role. I’m exactly your type.”

“I guess.”

“I can tell you want more Charles. Maybe when we spend the summer together in Corsica, we can explore our relationship more.”

Summer together? Y/n was confused, he had made plans to go with her and Arthur to Los Angeles for her birthday. Guess that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“Ok. I can’t promise anything, but you are beautiful and smart, so maybe we can see what happens.” Charles replied. “I need to go. Family dinner and all.”

“Would have been nice to be there.”

“Yep. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night, Charlie, Boy.”

Y/n knew it was over. Charles wanted a woman like Charlotte not her. Suddenly everything just made perfect sense and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t seen it before now. She quickly rushed downstairs and collided with her best friend.

“Hey Petal, where’s the fire?”

“Art, can you tell your mom I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel really sick. Think I ate something bad at lunch. I need to go.”

“Go where?” Charles had joined them.

“y/n isn’t feeling good. Thinks it was something she ate.”

“y/n?” Charles was concerned. He knew she hadn’t eaten anything all day so it couldn’t be that. “Maybe you need to sit down, Art, can you get some water?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n come sit,” he took her arm, but she quickly withdrew it. “Cherie, what’s wrong?”

“I just need to go home. I really don’t feel good.”

“You haven’t eaten today. That’s probably why you feel ill. Eat something then I’ll take you home.”

She mustered up a small smile before looking at him. “I’ll be ok. Just need to go lay down a bit.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Ok, let me get my keys.”

“I can walk. Fresh air might do me some good.”

“No way in hell I’m letting you walk home. Wait here.”

Arthur returned with a glass of water which she quickly drank down. “Woo slow down there.”

Charles quickly returned, keys in hand. “I’m gonna take her home. Tell Maman not to wait.”

The car ride was quiet as she rested her head against the window, her mind going over her whole relationship with Charles. Had anything been real at all? She had thought he was different, that he actually loved her, but she had been deluding herself all this time. She quickly opened the door as soon as he pulled to a stop and raced inside. He followed after her calling her name, but she didn’t stop till she had locked herself in the bathroom. If she was using that excuse, she may as well make it believable. She heard him call her name from the other side of the door, but she just sank against it. After a couple breaths she called out, “Go to dinner Charles. I’m just gonna clean up and go to bed.”

“I’m worried about you Cherie.”

She forced down a sob slowly breathing in and out before she responded. “I just feel so nauseous. But I’ll be ok. Your mom is waiting for you.”

“Ok Cherie. If that’s what you want.”

She waited till she heard the front door close before getting up and slowly made her way to her room.

She woke up around 3am and felt a strong pair of arms around her. She shifted slightly to see Charles laying next to her asleep. She gently removed his arm so she could get up and tip toed to the kitchen before putting on the kettle. She sat down at the table pulling a bunch of papers closer.

“Bébé?” Charles walked into the kitchen topless and hair a mess. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Got thirsty. Making some tea, you want?” she had decided last night that she wasn’t going to cry over anything anymore. She was tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. She was going to start over and knowing the man in front of her, he would try to stop her, she had to do what was best for her. He could have Charlotte; she would not make him chose. Besides what’s that saying? “If there’s a choice between two women, pick the second. Cause if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have found something in the second.”

He pulled out the chair next to her. Sitting down he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against her skin. “I want to know what’s wrong.”

“You were right. I was pushing myself too hard and it just hit me.”

“You need to take better care of yourself Cherie. I need my bubbly girl.” The kettle began to whistle, she began to stand but he made her sit. He got up and made the two of them some chai tea with honey. After placing the cups down, he got a container out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. “You still haven’t eaten, have you?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t really had an appetite.”

“I brought some food.”

“Thanks. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“You were sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you.” The microwave dinged and he pulled out the food which y/n had to admit smelled amazing. Pascale was an amazing cook. He placed the steaming bowl on front of her with some hot sauce, knowing how much she loved it. He grabbed a fork out the draw. “Eat, please?”

She smiled softly before placing some food in her mouth. It tasted so good, and she heard her stomach grumble. Causing Charles to chuckle. She grabbed another fork full and held it out to him. He shook his head. “Please?”

He leaned forward and she popped the fork in his mouth. He looked at her the whole time and it made her stomach flip, not from hunger. He loved holding eye contact with her especially when they were having sex, and it always made her excited and loved. But now that she knew the truth it felt different. She looked back down at the food. He knew something was off, but he knew he couldn’t pressure her. He turned to the papers. “Have you thought about where you want to go?”

She shrugged, “There’s John Hopkins and Oxford. Harvard has offered as well. All three have amazing med programs.”

“Oxford is closer though. You wouldn’t be so far from me.”

“I still have to figure somethings out before I make a decision.”

“We can talk about it, if you want.”

“It’s late. Maybe later.”

“Ok just promise me that you won’t make one without talking to me first.”

“I won’t.” But that would turn out to be the biggest lie she would ever tell him.

7 Years Later

“Dr DuPont? Dr Adams needs you in treatment 4 please.” y/n looked up from the chart in front of her towards the nurse.

“Did he say what he needed Sarah?”

“He had a little boy on there and you know how he is with children.”

“Yep, okay I got it. Can you make sure Mrs Leire gets to x-ray please. I think she has a fractured fibula.”

“Will do Doc. Hopefully it stays like this today.”

“As long as no one says the word,” she pressed her finger to her lip with a small chuckle.

As a resident at North-western Memorial Hospital y/n was used to how chaotic the ER could get so it was kind of nice that it wasn’t as busy as it usually is. She had managed to help Dr Damian Adams with his “small” problem before she was drawn back into the ER by the nurses. She was handed an iPad and made her way into the next treatment room to find a young woman sitting on the bed holding her left arm tightly to her chest. Y/n looked over the chart. “Hi Alexandra, I’m Dr DuPont. How are you doing this evening aside from the obvious?”

The brunette woman smiled softly at her clearly in a significant amount of pain. “I’ve felt better.”

Y/n noticed her accent and mentioned as much. “Is that a French accent I detect?”

“It is. I’m from France.”

“Enchante.” (Nice to meet you.)

“Tu parle français?” (You speak French?)

Y/n nodded. “I grew up in Monaco.”

“Oh, wow that’s great. My boyfriend is actually from there.” She grimaced as her arm shifted. “He’s on his way.”

“Let’s have a look.” She began gently taking Alexandra’s arm and trying not to cause any more pain she proceeded to examine it. “What exactly happened?”

“Some of us went ice skating and I’m not really good at it. Took a tumble and landed on my arm.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“No, just my arm.”

“I’m going to send you for an x-ray but I think at the very least you have a fracture and the worst a broken arm.”

“I hope it’s not broken.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to x-ray and have you sorted out in no time. Everything else seems great.” She got up and stuck her head out of the room, “Nikki?” she called to one of the nurses at the charge desk.

“Dr DuPont?”

“Can you please take Miss Marlowe up to x-ray please?”

“No problem.” the young girl got up and came over. “Miss Marlowe, you ready?”

Alexandra nodded and got up off the bed. “Thank you, Dr DuPont.”

“We’ll see you in a little bit.”

Y/n was helping another patient when Alexandra’s boyfriend and another friend walked into the hospital. Alexandra was still currently getting her x-ray, but Sarah allowed the two men to wait in the consultation room for her. Y/n had just handed over care of her other patient for admission when she headed over to the nurses' station to find them huddled together whispering among themselves. “Ladies, is everything okay?”

“Oh, that girl with the broken arm?” Nikki asked.

“What about her?” Y/n asked.

“Well, her boyfriend just arrived and all I can say is Wow.”

“Has her x-ray come through yet?”

“Yep,” Sarah handed her the iPad.

“Great, now can you act like the professionals you are and get back to work?” she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Sorry Dr.” they mumbled half-heartedly together.

“You can see for yourself Y/n,” Sarah said to her softly as she passed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Have Andy come down to put a cast on her, I’ll speak to the boyfriend and write up a prescription for meds,” she said before heading into the consultation room.

She felt her heart stop for a second when she saw the two men standing in there. He looked even better then when she had last seen him all those years ago. He was just staring back at her in shock.

“Y/n?” Joris, Charles’ best friend was the first to break the silence. “Wow.” He walked over and pulled her into a hug which she returned still looking at Charles.

“Hi.”

“Alexandra is your girlfriend?” she asked them both unsure.

“She’s his girlfriend,” Joris pointed at his friend who had evidently last his ability to talk. Joris looked between the two noticing how awkward it was. “I’m gonna go.... somewhere not here.” Neither of them seemed to take note.

After what felt like an eternity Charles stepped closer to her and pulled her close, placing his face in the crook of her neck, “Cherie.”

She didn’t want to, but her body reacted of its own accord, and she returned the hug. An announcement sounded outside and broke the spell causing her to pull away. “Its good to see you Charles.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He tried taking her hand but she moved away from him. “You look good.”

“Thanks. Alexandra has broken her arm and will have to wear a cast for about 6 weeks. She can go to her local doctor to have it removed after that. I have a prescription for some pain medication which will help. She’s getting the cast now but as soon as she’s done I’ll discharge her but she might be a bit drowsy from the medicine.”

“Thank you. I miss you.” He again tried to move closer to her but just as he did Alexandra returned.

“Hey Babe, I see you met my doctor.”

“Yeah we’ve met.”

Joris choose that moment to return. “You okay Alex?”

“Yep. They gave me the good stuff.”

“Yeah about that, no driving or anything too strenuous at least for a few days. Need to let that bone heal. Doctors orders.”

“Thank you Dr DuPont.” She smiled.

“Hey, y/n you coming to the wedding?”

Everyone turned to Joris, Alexandra surprised. “Art will kill me if I don’t. Besides Carla asked me to be maid of honour.”

Alexandra looked at them before asking, “Am I missing something? You all know each other?”

Y/n smiled lightly at the girl, “Monaco is a small country. I’ll go get your discharge papers ready.” She left the group in the room and found Sarah.

“Are you okay Doc?” the older nurse asked her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Been a long night. Can you please get everything sort for Alexandra? She’s good to go.”

“Sure no problem.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go get some air. I’ll be back in a few.”

Sarah was busy finishing up the paperwork when Charles came out of the room looking for someone. She smiled at him as he approached her. “Hi there. I’m looking for Dr DuPont?”

“She stepped out for a minute. Maybe I can help?”

“Thank you, but I really need to talk to her.”

Sarah nodded knowingly. “Coffee truck outside. But you didn’t hear from me.”

He smiled in thanks before making his way outside. He saw her standing talking to a man inside a small caravan. He made his way over.

The older man looked away from the young doctor and smiled. “Hi there, what can I get you?”

“Actually, I’m here for her,” Charles replied looking at y/n. “Pouvons-nous parler?” (Can we talk?)

“Je dois retourner au travail.” (I have to get back to work.)

“Please?” he looked at her, eyes pleading.

“Ok.” She walked over to a bench in front of the hospital and sat down. He joined her.

“I’m proud of you Cherie.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

She sighed, “I had to make a choice.”

“I thought we were going to make it together. You promised you wouldn’t decide without talking to me.”

“What would it have matter?”

“I loved you Cherie.”

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Why? Last I remember, you loved when I called you Cherie, or Mon Amour. But especially Belle when I was inside you.”

She stood up. “I need to get back.”

He got up and grabbed her hand stopping her. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not love me?”

She pulled her hand from him. “Are you kidding me? You had my heart Charles. I would have done anything for you. But I was just your little secret.”

“What are you talking about?”

Y/n felt her pager go off and quickly grabbed it. “I have to go.”

“Y/n?”

“I’m sorry,” she threw her cup on the trash and raced inside.

Several weeks later.

Being back home in Monaco after all these years felt like nothing she could describe. The familiar sights and smells made her realise just how home sick she was. And that didn’t even include seeing her friends and family again. Sure she had met up with a few over the years here and there but to be sitting across the table from her second mom Pascale was beat by nothing. She had only arrived at the airport a few days ago and they had been waiting for her. Pascale, Carla and Charlotte, Lorenzo’s girlfriend. The three women had engulfed her and she knew she needed to come back more often. But it was when she saw Arthur and Lorenzo that she really felt back. She hadn’t seen Charles yet but she wasn’t surprised. They hadn’t spoken again since Alexandra had been discharged but she had noticed that he had followed her on Instagram. They were busy discussing some wedding plans when Charles and Alexandra arrived. The feel of his lips against her skin when he had kissed her cheeks lightly burned. How was it possible that after all these years he still made her feel things. After everyone had settled and enjoyed lunch, y/n had excused herself under the pretence of seeing some other old friends. She had just reached Pascale’s car which she was borrowing when Charles stopped her. “My car.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m driving.”

“Okay, well have fun,” she said opening the door. But he pushed it closed making her realise how close he was.

“Cherie, don’t argue with me please. Get in my car.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk. I’m not above dragging you,” he smirked.

“Sure, but what would your people think?”

“Our people, and I don’t care.” She bit her lip thinking about it. He reached out and pulled her lip out. “Don’t do that. Am I dragging you?”

She shook her head. “Fine.”

He went around the side and opened the door for her waiting for her to get in before closing it. He walked over to the drivers side and climbed in. “Where to?”

“You tell me, seeing as how I’m here against my will.”

“And I thought you wanted to go somewhere?”

“I wanted air.”

He nodded in understanding. “Ok I know where to go.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

They drove around for a while before he pulled into the marina. He got out and was by her side before she had a chance to unbuckle her seat belt. “The marina?”

“Yep, I know how much you love the open water.”

“Last I checked,” she waved an arm around, “this is the marina not open water.”

“Technicalities Mon Amour. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her along the jetty towards his boat. “After you.”

She climbed aboard the boat and made herself comfortable while Charles got them out into open water. He watched her as he drove, she was more beautiful then ever and he had missed her when she left. Hell he still missed her everyday. “Cherie?”

She looked towards him. “Why do you still call me those nicknames?”

“Because they are yours.”

“What about Alex?” she asked looking back over the water.

“What about her?”

“I’m sure she can’t be happy that you out here with me. Besides don’t you call her those things?”

“No. And we are free to do what we want.” He stopped the boat and went to sit down beside her. “What did you mean? Back in Chicago.”

“Charles I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“You owe me an explanation.” She looked at him. “You left. You basically cut me out of your life, no goodbye, no reason. You ignored my calls, my messages. Why?”

“Charlotte.”

“What does this have to do with my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend Charlotte. She was your type, beautiful and smart.”

He sat back, “I know I have a type. What I don’t understand is your point.”

“She’s not my type.”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you talking to her, the night of your mom’s dinner. You told her I wasn’t your type.”

“Yn I said what I had to say to keep the powers that be happy. You’re more my type then any other girl. You’re the smartest person I’ve every met. And why do you think I call you Belle?” he took her hand and pulled her close. “Every inch of you is perfect and beautiful.”

He ran his fingers down across her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch and bit down on her lip. He groaned. “What?”

“The only one who gets to bit those lips is me.” He took hold of her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.

She knew it was wrong and she felt like she couldn’t trust him but her body reacted of its own accord and she responded. It was only when he pulled her into his lap that she came to her senses. She pushed off him and began to pace. “No. You can’t do that.”

“Cherie.”

“Charles no. You treated us like a secret. For over a year, we had to sneak around and when others were around it was like I was invisible.”

“We agreed that it was for the best. You know how the media and the fans can be.”

“No you decided that and I went along with it because I love you. Yet Charlotte and Alexandra get hate. I’ve seen it and you don’t bat an eye.”

“I thought I was protecting you. I knew how hard it was for you, how you felt like you weren’t enough. But Bebe you have always been enough for me. More than.”

“What about our families?”

“I admit that was for my own selfish gain.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked having you all to myself. Just us and no one else. Arthur already has you as his best friend. Maman sees you as her daughter. I just wanted you for me.”

“Charles,”

“No, I was a selfish bastard.” He got up and walked over to her needing to touch her. “It was so hard watching other guys talk to you especially the drivers. But knowing you were mine made it easier.” He pulled her flush against him. “Cherie, I’m sorry for all of it. If I can go back and change things I would. I just wish you would have talked to me.”

“Would it have changed anything? I was always going to go to med school.”

“I know, but I would have been by your side. Supporting you just like you did for me.”

She tried to pull away from him, knowing that if she didn’t she was going to give in to need for him. “Charles please let me go.”

“If you can tell me you don’t still love me.”

“What?” she choked.

“You said you went along with me because you love me. Present tense. So Cherie look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t and I’ll let you go.”

“I.....”

“Why are you crying Cherie?” he asked brushing her tears.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

‘Say I don’t love you.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss but before things got out of hand, she pulled away. “I’m getting married Charles.”

He stepped back in surprise. “You’re getting married?”

“Yes.”

Sitting back down he patter the seat next to him. She sat down. “Who is he?”

“His name is Ryan and he is a detective back in Chicago.”

“Why isn’t he here and where is your ring?”

“He is testifying on a case but he’ll be here for the wedding. As for the ring, it was too big so it’s getting resized.”

Charles couldn’t believe it. He had thought it would the two of them together forever but now she was telling him that some other guy was going to get to make her his wife. “When?”

“When?”

“Are you getting married?”

“We haven’t got a date yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just been busy and we just got engaged a month ago.”

“Ok.”

“Okay?”

“I have time.” Charles got up and went to start the boat

“Time for what?”

He just winked at her and turned the boat back towards the marina.

As soon as he had dropped her at his mom’s house, Charles made his way to his brother’s place. “Arthur, I need you to help me get Yn back.”

“Back?”

“You have beer? We need to talk.”

Over the next few days Y/n found herself been teamed up with Charles at almost every event. Not to mention she received a lot of little gifts here and there, she knew it was Charles. Ryan arrived just five days before the wedding and Yn was happy to see him but she didn’t miss the way Charles would watch them or the fact that Alexandra wasn’t around. The night of the rehearsal dinner Arthur dropped the bomb that y/n and Charles would be walking down the aisle together and as party of the wedding party they would be sharing a dance. She pulled Arthur away just before dessert. “What are you doing?”

“No idea what you mean?”

“I’m supposed to be walking with Enzo.”

“Change of plans, Carla wanted Charlotte and Lorenzo and you and Charles.”

“Why are you both pushing me and Charles together?”

He shrugged, “We’re not. It’s just how it’s worked out. Come on y/n it’s one day. Look I know things with you and Charles is complicated...”

“You have no idea,” she mumbles.

“Actually, I do.”

“What?”

Arthur looked towards the door, making sure they were alone. “Charles told me.”

“How much?”

“All of it. I wished you would have told me. I kinda sensed that something was different, the fact that he was always worried about you and how he’d get irritated when some guy was talking to you. I should have seen it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. You’re my best friend.”

“It’s okay. He explained it all. Even the part of Charlotte. She never made him happy. Now I know why.”

She walked over to a little bench and sat down. “It doesn’t matter now anyway. He’s with Alex and I’m with Ryan.”

Arthur joined her, “They broke up “

“Who?”

“Charles and Alex. That day when you two disappeared, that night after he told me everything he broke up with her.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s in love with you.”

“Arthur...”

“Y/n hear me out.” She nodded for him to continue. “Do you know he went after you?”

“He did?”

He nodded. “It was a few months after you left for America. He had to wait for summer as he had back to back races but I remembered he would pester me with information about where you were. Apparently you blocked him. But he found a picture of you with some of your class mates and he was able to track you down to Baltimore but by the time he got there you had gone on summer vacation with some of your friends.”

“He never told me.”

“He never told me why he was going there. He just said he was taking a trip to the US. He knows he screwed up big time and I know that he is in love with you. The question is how do you feel?”

“He knows how I feel but I love Ryan. We’re getting married. I can’t just throw the last 4 years of my life away. Besides I live in Chicago my home, my job it’s there.”

He took her hand, “Petal you are my best friend and you know I love you and want only the best for you. Whether that’s Charles or Ryan, only you can decide. But I want you to promise me that you well think about things before you actually marry Ryan. Before you commit yourself to anything.”

She nodded. He pulled her close and kissed her upon her head. Before getting up and re-joining the party. She sat there for a few more minutes before Ryan came out looking for her. She got up took his hand and kissed him before they too re-joined the party.

The day of the wedding arrived and even though Carla was supposed to be the show stopper, Charles could not take his eyes off of y/n. The dark purple dress that Carla had picked for her bridesmaids looked amazing on her. It flowed down her body in soft silk, hair up exposing her beautiful cream neck. That neck that he loved to suck on, leaving his mark on her. He had sent her little gifts, everything she loved. But he knew his time was running out of he was going to get her back, He hated seeing her with Ryan, he just hoped that his plan would work.

“You look gorgeous Mon Amour.” Charles finally had the opportunity to talk to her and have her on his arms as the bridal party took to the dance floor. Arthur had made sure to pick a good song which allowed him to hold her close to his body without suspicion.

“You can’t call me that anymore Charles. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop call you that, or Cherie or Belle. Because that’s who you are. I don’t care about Ryan.”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“For now.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“You haven’t set a date.”

“So?”

“So are you sure you want to marry him?”

She tried to pull away but he held her tighter, tight enough to make her gulp. “Charles,”

“Song is still playing. Might raise some questions Cherie.”

“Well maybe I don’t care.”

“Oh you care because your fiancé is watching and if you rush away now, he’ll have questions. How are you gonna explain to him that you have feelings for someone else?”

“Don’t do this Charles.”

“I love you and you love me.”

“It’s not that simple. You know that.”

With that the song ended and she was finally able to move away from him. He did not get the chance to be alone with her again that night.

Two days after the wedding Ryan had to return home and Yn was staying behind a few more days. She and Pascale were spending some time together when she got a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Good Afternoon is this Dr Yn DuPont?”

“That is correct. Who may I ask is this?”

“My name is Giovanni Merlenti I worked for the FIA. We’re the....”

“I know who the FIA is, I grow up around Formula 1.”

“That’s right, I read that in your resume.”

“My resume? I apologise for being blunt but why are you calling me?”

“Its about the job. We would very much like for you to join our team. Your resume speaks for its self and added to that the recommendations we’re received, well you’re perfect for the position.”

“What position?”

“Head of our medical staff. You’ll be travelling the world with the formula one teams making sure that everyone, especially the drivers are healthy and should the need arise make sure they are taken care of should anything happen.”

“I’m sorry Mr Merlenti but I didn’t send in my resume. I wasn’t even aware of the position.”

“Of course, we received it from a team principal, you come highly recommended.”

“Which team principal?” she asked bit having the feeling she already knew the answer.

“It doesn’t matter Dr DuPont. I can sense that this has come as a surprise but I would really like you to think about it. You will of course be well paid and get to see the world. I have your email address, so I will send you a contract to go through and give you a few days to think about it. You can respond to that email. Have a good day further.”

“Thank you. Good bye.” She put down the phone, fuming. Just what the hell was Charles doing?

Charles had just sat down to watch a movie when someone started banging on his door. He put down his cup of coffee. “I’m coming, just relax.” When he opened the door he came face to face with a very pissed of Yn. “Hey Cherie.”

“Don’t ‘Hey Cherie;’ me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she slammed her purse on the kitchen counter. He walked over to her and reached out his hand which she slapped away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down Yn and tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? You applied for a position with the FIA for me?”

“Oh that.”

She hit him in the arm, quite hard. “That’s all you have to say? Why would you do that? I have a job.”

“Yeah, in Chicago.”

“It’s my home.”

“No, you’re home is here in Monaco. Actually technically it’s with me.”

She sighed, “I’m not having this discussion with you again. I’m getting married Charles. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t,” he said moving closer and trapping her between his body and the counter. He placed his hands on either side of her.

“Move.”

He shook his head, “Why haven’t you set a date yet?”

“I told you, we’ve been busy. We both have hectic jobs.”

“The truth Yn. Are you in love with him?”

“Stop.”

“Answer the question first.”

“I love him ok?”

He shook his head and lifted a hand to run his thumb across her lips. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Please.”

“Does his touch make you ache like mine does?” he ran his finger down her neck towards her chest. “Does he make you wet just thinking about his fingers, like I do? Does he touch you in just the right places? Does he even know the right places?” She felt her eyes close as his hand continued to travel down her body to the hem of her dress. While he leaned in and started trailing little kisses on her neck. She instinctual moved her head to the side to give him better access. She let out a moan as she felt his hand slip under the dress and into her panties. “Your already dripping Belle. Can he make you do that?”

“Charlie,” she gasped as he easily slid a finger into her wet pussy.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he looked her in the eye finger still inside her but not moving. “Tell me now.”

Without a word she crashed her lips onto his. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her making her jump into his arms. He wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room never detaching his lips from hers.

He made her stand as he removed her dress and underwear before pushing her onto the bed. He made quick work of his own clothes and joined her on the bed, his lips leaving searing kisses along her body. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he gently slipped his cock inside her warm, wet walls.

“Charlie,” she moaned as he filled her up, reaching the deepest parts.

“Tell me what you want, what you need Cherie.”

“You.”

He began moving faster and harder, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing and moans that were like music to his ears. He let go of her hands so that he could touch her clit while he moved his cock in and out.

“Please go faster,” she cried as she grabbed onto the bed sheets, the pleasure building inside her. She didn’t know if she could last much longer.

He knew it, he knew her body, just how to make her squirm and thrive. “You look so beautiful. You were made for me Mon Amour. And I was made for you. Cum for me,”

“I’m close. Don’t stop, please.”

He felt her tightening around him, and he could feel his own ache coming, “Let go Amour.” He felt her body begin to shake as she reached ecstasy crying out the name he loved to hear caused him to explode inside her , coating he walls with his cum. He flopped down next to her pull her with him so that he was still inside her. Just the fucked out look on her face made his cock twitch again. He kissed her, before pulling her into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Alex broke up?”

“I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“But you broke up with her because of me?”

“I broke up with her because I didn’t love her. It would have ended soon anyway. No one lasts because their not you.”

“Charles.”

He kissed her again to silence her. “ No, lets just enjoy this. Tomorrows problems are tomorrows. Right now all I want to do is hear you scream my name again.” He pulled out of her causing her to whine. “Oh Cherie, just you wait. I’m not done with you.” Sliding down the bed he grabbed her legs and pulled her down placing each leg on either side of his head he dipped down ready to taste.

The sunshine work him up and he turned with a smile which quickly fell away as he saw the empty bed beside him except for a piece of paper with two simple words, “Goodbye Charlie.”

It had been several weeks since she left and Charles had not heard from her at all. He had thought about calling her but he had realised that this was her answer. He missed her, it was almost eating him up in side and he knew it was effecting his driving. He was struggling out there and today’s qualifying was the tip of the ice berg. He had just barely made it through to Q2 of the English Grand Prix when he lost control of his car and ended up in the barrier. It wasn’t a bad crash but he had some how managed to cut his arm while getting out the car and was currently waiting in the med bay to see the doctor. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear someone come in until they spoke.

“You miss me that much?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice, “Cherie?”

“Hey Charlie. I’m sorry I left. I had to go back and sort some things out. I mean if I’m going to be travelling the world with f1 I had to pack up in Chicago.”

“You took the job?” he replied getting up.

She nodded.

“What about Ryan?”

“I ended it. You were right, I never picked a date because even though I loved him, I wasn’t on love with him.”

“Really?” he smirked.

“Yeah, turns out there’s the Monegasque guy who kinda stole my heart along time ago. And I can’t seem to find anyone who makes me feel the way he does.”

“Do you want someone else to do that?”

“No, I want him. But I’m not sure he is available.”

“Oh I know for a fact his available.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Careful, we need to fix that arm.”

“It can wait. I need my girl more.”

“Charlie,”

“Don’t call me that here Cherie.”

“Why?”

“While I don’t think you’ll want me to take you right here do you?”

“I love you but nope.”

“I love you too Cherie. And as soon as I get this arm fixed up and do my media duties I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really? Where we going?”

“Somewhere extremely public. I want the world to know who is the love of my life and who is going to be my future wife and mother of my children.”

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

“I lost you once Cherie. I have no intention of ever making that mistake again. You stuck with me for life.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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A Loving Wife

Tommy Shelby x Natasha Shelby (OC)

Summary: When Tommy finds the perfect woman his family encourages him to marry her and bring her into the family business, but what do they really know about his loving wife?

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely @l1-14. I’ve changed canon timeline to suit my whims. Michael’s storyline has been delayed.

Warnings: drinking, language, manipulation, drugging, threat with a gun, murder, mention of blood

“I like this one, Tommy,” Ada said with a look of approval in her eye. It wasn’t a feeling she expected to have after so many bad decisions her brother had made over the years, but she had a good feeling about his new relationship.

“Could that be because you picked her for me?” Tommy asked, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth before bringing an unlit cigarette to his lips.

Ada rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s not how it happened. I merely suggested—”

“You insisted I take her for dinner if I recall correctly,” Tommy said with a chuckle, recalling the excitement in his sister’s voice the day she’d called to tell him about the young woman with the dazzling smile and heart of gold he had to meet.

“Well, however it happened, I’m happy for you,” Ada said, touching his arm lightly for emphasis as he reached for his lighter. He could hear the sincerity in her voice and it touched him. He didn’t need his younger sister’s blessing to marry the woman of his dreams, but it would make her entry into the family much smoother if she did. Now if Polly felt the same he knew he’d found a rare creature.

He spied them talking across the room and held his breath momentarily. He could easily tell from this distance whether or not Polly liked her. Her body language would give her away. To his great astonishment, the animated way she spoke, gesturing with her hands so openly and carefree told him what he wanted to know.

Approaching them slowly, he listened as Natasha answered, “I’ll take you there sometime. My treat, Aunt Pol.”

“I see you two are getting on like a house on fire,” Tommy said with a grin. Looking at Polly he asked, “Aunt Pol?” with a quirked eyebrow.

“Tommy if you don’t put a ring on this girl’s finger and make her a part of this family, I’ll shoot you myself,” she said, pulling him in for a hug. He accepted, holding his cigarette out so as not to burn her.

Turning to look at Natasha, he gave a wink over Polly’s shoulder asking, “Has she spoiled the surprise?”

“Not a bit. I was thinking now is the perfect time actually,” she said, pulling a diamond from her pocket and placing it on her finger. Polly clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a scream. She hit Tommy squarely on the shoulder as she shouted, “You bastard!”

Turning to Natasha she grabbed for her hand, examining the ring. “When?” Was all she managed to say as she looked between them in complete shock.

“Last week when I went to London,” Tommy replied. Seeing his chance to make an announcement, Tommy motioned for the maids to bring out the champagne and made it official, telling everyone assembled his intention to marry Natasha.

Arthur was the only person who didn’t immediately congratulate the couple, sitting alone on the sofa, nursing a glass of whisky. Tommy thought it might be because he was preoccupied with thoughts of his own crumbling marriage. However, it was something more. Natasha was smart, beautiful and charming, but there was an odd way about her that didn’t sit well with Arthur. Her fingertips on Tommy’s shoulder, shifting his position slightly, and the way she removed the whisky glass from his hand without him noticing. Before he laughed at a joke, he looked to her. However, the more Arthur drank, the further he was from a conclusion and reconciled himself to the fact that Tommy knew best.

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“Last item of business,” Tommy said, rushing through his agenda for the day, eager to get home to his new bride. “The advertisement for the new accountant,” he said, extending his hand out to Lizzie for the typed notice that would run in the paper.

Polly cocked her head and held up her hand before he could pass it to her. “Tommy, this is ridiculous. Natasha is perfectly qualified with her education. Why aren’t we using family?”

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. He didn’t want another lecture from his aunt about women in the modern work place, but he could tell she was going to insist on Natasha for the job. He knew it was partly because she wanted someone to gossip with now that Ada was working in Boston, but she also admired Natasha’s sharp mind.

Tommy bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to admit how much of the company business he kept from his wife, thus inciting another lecture about trust. In his defense, Natasha was clear when they married she desired nothing more than a role as wife and stepmother to Charlie. Tommy couldn’t argue with that position as Arrow House was his sanctuary and he didn’t want that peace disturbed.

“Natasha has other things on her mind, Pol,” Tommy said vaguely as he tried to push the paper before his aunt.

She accepted, but didn’t read it, looking over the parchment to arch an eyebrow. “A child?” she said with barely contained enthusiasm.

Tommy’s mouth quirked at one end in a half hearted smile. He wanted children with Natasha, but it hadn’t happened yet. He hated giving his aunt false hope so he shook his head.

“Then give her something to occupy her in the meantime,” Polly said. “All in favor of offering the position to our Natasha?” Polly asked, quickly usurping Tommy’s authority. Tommy stood, mouth agape as the motion passed unanimously.

Regaining control of the meeting, he swiftly brought proceedings to a close and everyone filed out except for Polly who lingered by Tommy’s desk hesitantly. She had one more item of business, but had trouble voicing it as she wasn’t accustomed to keeping secrets from her nephew. Clearing her throat she began, “Tommy, there's something I'd like to discuss.”

Tommy flicked his eyes to her, irritation evident in his brisk movements, arranging and shuffling papers to take with him. “I told you I’d speak with her, Pol. Now let me get home,” he said briskly, tucking the documents away in his brief case.

“No, it’s not about the job,” she said with a wave of her hand. She paused before continuing on haltingly as she attempted to gauge Tommy’s reaction. “Natasha’s told me about the good deed you’ve done. The search for my son and daughter.” She took a deep breath to steady herself, feeling tears welling in her eyes as she said, “She says you might have found Micheal.”

Tommy froze in place, uncertain if he should say anymore than what Polly already knew. He had wanted to keep it quiet until it was certain because he knew she couldn’t bear any more disappointments. However, Natasha said she received confirmation of the young man's whereabouts two days ago and he realized it was time to tell her.

Tommy looked into his aunts watery eyes and gave a small nod. “Yeah, it’s true. He’s alive.” Polly collapsed into the chair opposite him, a tear slipping down her cheek as she asked, “I still don’t understand how…” she trailed off, wiping the tear away gently.

Tommy came to sit beside her, offering a handkerchief. “Natasha’s connections in the council, people who keep the parish records. That’s all I know.”

Polly nodded quickly. “When can I see him?”

“We’ll know something soon,” Tommy promised with a reassuring nod.

Taking Tommy's hand in hers, Polly searched Tommy's face as she said, "We got lucky with this one, Tommy. She's an angel, you know."

"She really is," Tommy agreed.

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“Tommy!” Natasha called excitedly when she heard him arrive. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him before he had a chance to remove his overcoat. He chuckled at her eagerness for him even after a year of marriage. Humming with satisfaction, he held her away from him to look at her beaming smile.

“I have the most wonderful news about the plans for the children’s home! Just this afternoon I met with Father Hughes and we reviewed the offices and drawings of the grounds with a beautiful area for the children to play. Oh, and we’ve received permission to remove the three rotten floorboards upstairs. We’ll be granted a license within a month,” she added with a little squeal of delight. Stopping to take a breath she looked at Tommy ruefully. “I’m sorry, darling, should I ask you how your day was like a good wife?” she asked, biting her lip.

Tommy shook his head as he took her face in his hands gently. “You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmured before rubbing his nose against hers and kissing her tenderly.

Later that evening as he sat with one arm around Natasha in front of a roaring fire, he asked, “Darling, do you ever feel restless here during the day?”

Natasha laced her fingers through his and rubbed her cheek along his shoulder. He felt her smirk against him as she replied, “Is this a way of asking if I miss you?”

Tommy chuckled. “Perhaps….or if you’d ever think of joining Shelby Company Limited,” he said, spilling the news quickly before he had a chance to overthink it.

Natasha pulled away to study his face, trying to determine if her were actually serious about the offer. “Me? What would I do?” she inquired.

“You’d be our new accountant,” Tommy said matter-of-factly, wondering if she would consider it.

“I see. And what about my charity work? I couldn’t forget about that,” she reminded her husband.

“Of course not. I’d be sure you had plenty of time for that. No long hours for you,” he promised, tilting her chin to look up at him.

“Well I do know the boss so that would earn some special privileges, would it not?” she teased.

“I can think of a few,” Tommy said, dipping his head to capture her lips. She giggled into his mouth and he deepened the kiss, taking her enthusiasm as a yes.

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“But why, Tom?” Arthur asked, running to catch up to his brother. “You know I’d look after the lad if you’d only asked.”

Tommy looked back at his brother incredulously. “Arthur, you can barely look after yourself. Linda is God knows where with Billy and you want to look after my son?” he scoffed.

“It’d be better than shipping him off to strangers,” Arthur argued.

“It’s a boarding school, Arthur, not an orphanage,” Tommy countered, shaking his head.

“Raised by a bunch of bloody toffs who’ll teach him to hate ya,” Arthur spat. He disliked the notion and he was sure Tommy did as well. The idea of his nephew leaving the family at such a young age was unthinkable, especially when Tommy had always been against it.

“Natasha and I are doing what’s best for our son and if you don’t like it, you can fuck off,” Tommy said dismissively, picking up his pace.

“So that’s it. This came from Natasha,” Arthur said accusingly, finally understanding the logic behind Tommy’s decision to send away his only child. “Like everything else that’s rotten around here,” he added, quietly.

Hearing his brother’s remark, Tommy stopped mid-stride. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, eh?”

Arthur stepped toward him with a smug look asking, “You’re the smart one, ain’t ya? Well ask yourself something, brother. Why would a charming, educated woman want a Birmingham gangster?”

Tommy sucked his teeth, “Someone like me?” He raised his eyebrows in question to Arthur, his anger reaching a boiling point.

“Yeah, a pawn she can use. But you still trust her more than you trust any of us, don’t ya?” he asked jamming a finger into Tommy’s chest, the hurt evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I do,” Tommy said, pushing his brother away harshly. “And why shouldn’t I? She’s certainly got more brains than you have.”

“She’s been here less than two years. You barely know her Tommy!” he shouted.

“She’s my fucking wife, Arthur! And you’re nothing but a bloody foot soldier,” Tommy yelled, turning to leave. Smoothing over his hair, he regained his composure and after a deep breath, he added icily, “Don’t speak about Natasha again or I will cut you from this family. Understood?”

“Yes, sir, sergeant major,” Arthur answered through gritted teeth, bitterness seeping from his tongue as he stalked away.

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A sharp knock on the glass of Polly’s office door had her straightening in her chair and reaching for her top drawer where she kept her gun. As her hand hovered over the weapon, the door swung open to reveal an exhausted looking Natasha, a stack of files in her arm.

“What are you doing here so late, love?” Polly asked, shutting the drawer and motioning for Natasha to sit.

“Finishing bloody paperwork,” Natasha huffed, dropping the folders onto Polly’s desk. She looked utterly exhausted and Polly couldn’t help but take pity on the poor girl.

Polly came to sit at the edge of her desk and offered a cigarette as a show of camaraderie. As she fished her lighter from her pocket and lit their cigarettes, she reassured Natasha by saying, “I know there’s a lot going on with the new business in America, but that will all be sorted soon.”

“Well if Tommy weren’t so insistent on protecting my delicate ears, I could do more,” Natasha said with a laugh.

“He wants to keep your hands clean. Keep you safe, dear,” Polly said gently.

“That might be true, but I have to know as much as possible to protect our interests and Tommy isn’t always focused on the larger picture,” Natasha hinted.

“How do you mean?” Polly asked, leaning forward to show her concern.

Running a manicured hand over a manila folder by her side Natasha explained, “Tommy’s being obstinate about the financial plan I’ve proposed for next year and if I knew what he was working on in America, I could be sure the company is secure.” Sensing Polly’s hesitation she assumed a sweet smile, adding, "Tommy thinks he can do this all on his own, but we women have more sense. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Polly took a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke up toward the ceiling as she thought. She didn’t like the idea of disclosing company secrets without Tommy’s permission, no matter how close she and Natasha had become. Tapping the ash of her cigarette into the crystal ashtray, Polly took her time answering as she attempted to be diplomatic. “I think this can wait for you husband, dear. Don’t you?”

It was clearly not the answer Natasha hoped for as she pursed her lips and exhaled heavily through her nose, a thick plume of smoke emitting from her nostrils. She shoved her chair from Polly’s desk harshly and stood as though she meant to leave. “Honestly, Pol, I don’t know why you thought I could make a difference here if no one listens to my advice,” she said, speech harsh and clipped. Crossing to the bar in the corner she poured herself a drink, silence once again building along with an uncomfortable pressure in Polly’s chest. She felt a decided shift in Natasha’s attitude that concerned her.

Polly wondered why she was suddenly so keen on having her own way. Natasha was agreeable and polite, never rude or pushy. However, Polly thought it must be the fatigue and desire to finish up for the evening. She pitied her new niece with everything she put up with at home. Despite the love he showed for his wife, Tommy was not an easy man.

In an attempt to show she understood her frustrations, Polly broke the tension in the room with an airy laugh. “You’re right, Tommy’s never had the best set of ears. Perhaps—“

But she was unable to finish as Natasha whipped around, slamming her drink on the bar and sloshing its contents. “No! Perhaps if you listened more, you’d see that I’m the one whose favor you need to earn if you’ve any hope of seeing your son again. You see, I’ll have the information I desire one way or another, but you need me to find Michael,” she said smugly.

Polly shook her head slowly. “We’ve had all sorts in here, trying to ruin this family, but I never thought it would be you, Natasha.” She took a deep breath as she let the pain sink in fully, then her protective instinct took hold and she raged at the younger woman.

“You think you’re clever don’t you, love? Well, don’t think you’re the first one of Tommy’s women to try and shake us down. You might just get a few pounds for your trouble, but I will personally see to it that Tommy knows exactly what you are. And even if he forgives you, I never will,” Polly said, returning Natasha’s threats with her own venom.

“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we?” Natasha asked menacingly.

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Tommy exited his hotel, ducking his head to shield himself from the driving rain. Arthur and John had gone ahead hours ago and he promised to follow in the Bentley when he was finished with the last of his meetings. It had been a long two weeks away from his wife and all he wanted was to return to her.

He didn’t get more than a few paces from the hotel before he felt someone close at his side, the barrel of a gun jabbed into his ribs. “Get in the car,” a deep voice commanded. Without seeing a way out, Tommy complied, wondering which of his enemies had found him this time.

As soon as he had been shoved into the backseat of the waiting coupe, a man in the front seat spoke from under the brim of his hat. “You disappoint me, Mr. Shelby. I had heard you’d be a much more formidable adversary, but alas you are a mortal man.”

The discomfort from the bitter cold and drenched clothing were enough to remind him of this fact, but the insult to his reputation was far worse, unnerving him greatly as he raised his eyes to the rearview mirror. Shining white teeth and thin pale lips annunciated the next few words perfectly and Tommy found himself unable to draw his attention away from the glint in the mirror. The figure in the shadows held Tommy with rapt attention promising, “We can reach anyone at anytime, Mr. Shelby. Our people are everywhere, even in your own home at this very moment.”

The words still reverberated painfully as Tommy thought of Natasha alone with the staff at Arrow House. There were a number of new faces in their ranks he hadn’t properly vetted and his lapse in recent judgement was making him ill. He’d left the household to Natasha after their marriage when he should have looked after her more carefully.

He soon found himself forcing the words through clenched jaw, trying to keep some semblance of control even as the rage built inside himself, “Tell me what you want me to do and it will surely be done.”

An amused chuckle rose from the throat of his enemy as the car engine roared to life. “Yes, I’m sure you will. When the time comes, my associate will instruct you and you will do whatever I ask.” Without further explanation, Tommy was unceremoniously dumped onto the pavement, the car speeding away from him in the dense fog.

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Tommy rushed up the steps of Arrow House two at a time, calling for Natasha despite the late hour. The house was dark and silent, no one, not even Mary coming to greet him. The stillness haunted him until he came upon the master bedroom, lit only by the warm glow of the fireplace. The eery shadows it cast on the walls made it difficult to tell if anyone were in the room and he entered cautiously. His shaking palm rested on the butt of his revolver tucked into the leather holster at his side, fingers twitching as his rational mind fought his paranoia.

The fire crackled pleasantly and a drink awaited on the side table, ice clinking against the side of the glass as it melted. The whole scene was rather peaceful and domestic, and for a moment Tommy wondered if the events of the afternoon had been nothing more than scare tactics. Frozen with indecision, Tommy caught the sound of Natasha’s melodic voice wafting from the bathroom and his shoulders sagged in relief.

“Darling, are you alright? You don’t look well,” Natasha said, approaching him in her pink satin dressing gown.

“I’m fine…everything’s fine,” Tommy said, taking in lungfuls of air as he attempted to calm himself. His throat was dry and the room was suddenly far too warm. As he worked to remove his jacket and tie, Natasha’s fingers slipped under his gun holster and carefully laid it on the mantle.

“Why don’t you relax, hmm?” she asked, fetching him his whisky and guiding him to sit.

Tommy slumped into the chair furthest from the fireplace as he took a large gulp of his drink. Natasha stood over him, massaging his neck and shoulders until she felt the tension begin to subside.

Tommy placed a hand over hers and squeezed as he demanded, “Natasha, I want all members of staff fired tomorrow. They’ll be paid their wages for the month and then I want them gone. Is that understood?” He stared ahead as he waited for his wife to agree.

Natasha’s only response was to remove her fingertips from the long sections of hair she’d been carding, stepping aside to take a seat on the ottoman. She shook her head as she reached for the empty glass in Tommy’s hand. “That won’t be necessary,” she said quietly.

“So something did happen,” Tommy said, paranoia returning as he attempted to sit up straight. His head swam with the effort and he lurched forward in an uncoordinated jolt.

“Careful, you drank too quickly, darling,” Natasha said, placing her hand to his chest and urging him to sit back. Tommy’s eyes darted to the whisky bottle and back at his wife as she explained, “It’s not poison, just a mild sedative. We both know you don’t like to be told what to do and I couldn’t take the risk of you running off before I’ve explained what I need from you.”

Tommy was unable to respond, his tongue growing thick in his mouth. He willed his hands to move toward his wife, but found his limbs woefully uncooperative. However, his mind was alive with thoughts of betrayal.

“You might be interested to know I had a little chat with Polly this evening,” Natasha hinted, peeking up at Tommy through the curtain of her hair. "I had a few questions for her, but I'm afraid we didn't get very far," she pouted, tracing her fingers along Tommy’s thigh before pulling away.

“She remained loyal to you to the end. It was truly extraordinary that she would rather give up her son and her own life rather than betray you.” Tommy’s eyes went wild and he made a guttural noise in protest, but Natasha hushed him. Standing to pace toward the fireplace, she continued, “You’ve leaned on her too long, my darling, a crutch that needed to be kicked away. But you needn’t worry, you’ll have me from now on.” She turned to face the fire and Tommy was horrified by her looming shadow, the drugs taking full effect now.

Feeling triumphant in her day’s work, Natasha turned to see Tommy standing on wobbly legs and her face fell. “Tommy, I wouldn’t do that.”

“You’re a monster,” he slurred.

“No, don’t you see? I’m just like you, ambitious and opportunistic. I thought you would be proud of me,” she said, biting her lip. “When Section D assigned me to you, I was thrilled to be by the side of a powerful man I admired, but I knew I could make you more. Won’t you let me help you?”

“Ch-Charlie…” Tommy stuttered. “Where’s my son?” he asked, terrified at the notion of his only child unprotected in London.

“He’s under the care of our best people. I told you I’d take care of everything and I have,” Natasha said, coming to hold Tommy’s arm. He shook her off as best he could and she furrowed her brow with a frown.

“If he’s going to become a distraction to our work, I’ll have to change the orders,” she warned. Tommy’s nostrils flared at the mention of harm to his boy and he lunged for Natasha, hands grappling for her throat.

“Don’t…you…dare,” he managed, throttling her with all his effort. Still in a weakened condition he couldn't hold on and Natasha managed to roll away, scrambling for the gun holster she’d removed from him. As she fumbled for the gun, Tommy pushed onto this knees, heaving for breath. The sound of the safety being released alerted him to danger and his head whipped to the side, taking in the sight of his wife aiming the barrel straight at his head.

“Natasha, no,” he called, attempting to disarm her as a gunshot rang out.

Her face registered shock momentarily before she slumped to the floor, releasing the gun she held and clutching her blood stained chest. Tommy turned to face the direction of the shot and found Arthur standing in the doorway, smoking gun in hand as he watched his sister-in-law draw her last breaths. Tommy could only stare at his wife’s lifeless body, wondering how he had been so blinded by her charms.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Tom,” Arthur finally uttered.

Tommy shuffled to his brother’s side and clapped a hand to his back. “It’s alright, brother,” he whispered.

They stood in silence for a few moments before Tommy felt the adrenaline subside and the rational thought of finding Charlie returned. “Arthur, I need your help getting to Charlie tonight. Call Finn and Isaiah,” he ordered as he gathered his coat.

Arthur pulled him back as he said, “Tommy, wait. I’ve something to tell ya.” He swallowed harshly before admitting, “Charlie’s on the road with Aberama Gold.”

Tommy stopped suddenly, cocking his head at his brother. “What? Why?”

“I didn’t have a good feeling before so I told the lads there’d been a change of plans,” Arthur explained, as he looked down at his shoes. He felt badly at the time disobeying his brother’s orders, but his instincts had been too strong to ignore. Now he was glad of his decision, but worried his brother might still hold the insubordination against him. To Arthur’s great relief Tommy looked grateful when he ventured a glance into his eyes.

“Thank you,” Tommy said quietly as relief washed over him. His son was safely underground and outside the reach of Section D. However, his heart still ached for Polly and he knew he would have to reveal Natasha’s despicable actions.

“Arthur, there’s one more thing and I don’t know how to tell you. Earlier Natasha confessed that she…”

“Did she say she killed, Polly?” Arthur asked stiffly. Tommy nodded. “Well, fuck her. One thing you should know about Natasha is that she’s bloody useless with a gun, Tommy,” Arthur said, a smile creeping onto this face.

Tommy's head shot up, a glint of hope dancing in his blue eyes, “You mean, she’s alright?”

"Ada's got the best doctors looking after her at the hospital. I’ll take you there now," Arthur said, taking Tommy under the arm to support some of his weight. "We should probably have someone take a look at you too. You look like shit,” he added and Tommy huffed out a laugh.

“This business is only going to get worse, Arthur. We have a new enemy,” Tommy warned as he glanced back at Natasha's body.

“Yeah? What else is new?” Arthur replied, helping him to the stairs.

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deathmetalangel · 5 months

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Could you please do a fourth grade from mid 90s x reader where fourth grade doesn’t have a place to stay so she lets him stay at her house and they confess their feelings to each other thank you

FUCK IT, I LOVE YOU

fourth grade x gn! reader

warnings: mentions of homelessness, swearing (it’s mid90s so), anxious fourth grade, insecure fourth grade, fluffy kinda?

“wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine,”

Y/n was usually out late. They enjoyed the nightlife of the city compared to the festivities of the morning. Sure it was nice to get out when the sun was rising and the city was just waking up. But, to y/n, the real fun happened when everyone was already asleep.

Sure it could be scary. Sometimes it did get boring. All that empty darkness with few awake to spend the night with. It only appealed to them because of the serenity. The night didn’t have to be wild for them to enjoy it. Some of their best nights were spent simply gazing at the stars. Or having a deep meaningful conversation in the moonlight.

On one of their many walks, unaccompanied but not unarmed of course, they’re stopped when a familiar face interrupts their path. “Hey, Fourth Grade. I thought you hated being out this late?”

The lanky boy looks around awkwardly. Y/n had stumbled across him on his way to the skate park. Ray had mentioned he’d slept there before when he got overwhelmed and just had to take a break from everything. That wasn’t out of necessity, and in Fourth Grade’s case definitely not out of embarrassment to ask anyone for help. “Uh, you know. I wanted to see what you’re always missing the mornings for.”

A smile graces y/n’s features. Small, but amused as it didn’t quite reach their eyes. Fourth Grade tints a slight shade of red. Almost everything they did seemed to fluster him. When they look at him he can’t meet their gaze. “Fourth Grade are you lying to me?” His breath catches in his throat. Of course they’d figure him out so easily.

Y/n spent the most time around Fourth Grade and vise versa. In their friend group everyone had their obvious ‘best friend’. They didn’t like their other friends any less, but that’s just who they clicked with the best. It used to be Ray and Fuckshit, but Ray seemed to take on a more big brother role for Stevie. Fuckshit and Ruben hang out more as a result. And for as long as anyone can remember it’s always been y/n and Fourth Grade.

They often mirrored each other as well even when they hung out with the whole group. Stevie, the most observant since he was the youngest and easily the most eager, had picked up on it before even Ray did. When y/n would lean on something usually Fourth Grade would follow suit. When Fourth Grade would try to look at them without being caught, he’d usually get caught because they were doing the same thing. Leaving both of them red in the face and avoiding eye contact.

“I- it’s nothing. I’m fine y/n/n. Just wanted some breathing room.”

“I know you Fourth Grade. Come on. We can talk about it at my place. It’s getting late, even for me so I’ll make some tea.” Fourth Grade looks hesitant to respond to the offer. Y/n smiles before holding out their hand. “At least walk me home? I won’t make you talk if you don’t want to.”

Swallowing his anxieties he grabs their hand and follows them back home. The walk was quiet. You could hear the crunch of the pavement under their shoes and the high pitched chirps of the crickets in the distance. He didn’t mind. Fourth Grade was busy trying to plan what he was going to say. He didn’t want y/n to pity him. He hated that.

The guys knew better, but y/n had been there for him the most. It was hard for them not to feel bad for him. He only notices when the warmth leaves his hand as they go to unlock the front door. “Uh it might be a little messy. Don’t worry. My mom’s working late again and left in a huge rush so, uh. Yeah,”

Y/n leads him inside and locks up behind him. The house was nice, a bit messy, but it looked full of warmth. Their house wasn’t huge, but it was only y/n and their mom. They had money, just didn’t feel the necessity to buy a big house just for the two of them. “Come on we can chill in the kitchen until you get sick of me.” Like he’d ever.

Fourth Grade sits down at the kitchen table while she puts on a pot of water to boil. When they sit down in front of him he tenses. “Are you gonna tell me why you really were out at 2 am?”

His hands get clammy as he wipes them on his jeans. He really hated lying, that and he wasn’t very good at it, but lying to y/n just made him feel worse. Like the guilt weighed down on his conscious tenfold. “I was going to the skate park.”

“Fourth Grade, you don’t have your board.” Right, god he was making a fool of himself.

“Oh. I must have forgotten it at home. Damn.”

They raise a brow. Y/n questions him again, “I mean it, please don’t lie to me Fourth Grade. I can’t help you if you lie to me.”

God he felt like the earth would eat him up at any moment now. Actually telling them would be like admitting defeat. Or worse. Admitting weakness.

“I was gonna crash there.” His words hang in the air for a while. A pregnant pause fills the space between them. His eyes drop down to his hands that grab his knees desperately hoping to ground himself.

Y/n’s chair screeches against the wooden floor as they pull it back to stand up. Fourth Grade looks up to see what they’re doing. They’re leaving? He really doesn’t wanna ask, but he so desperately wants to know. Shit. They probably thought he was a poor loser. He was. He was a dumb, poor, awkward skater kid with no real future besides working a dead end job like his parents. He was stupid. So fucking stupid.

A blanket and pillow hit him in the head. “Crash on the couch in my room. Or you could take the bed I take the couch I don’t care. Ma won’t care either she loves you. Just don’t lie to me next time.” Y/n goes back to start pouring the boiled water into mugs.

Fourth Grade looks at the blanket and pillow flabbergasted. Was that it? Was that really all he was worried about? “I know that look. And yes, I’m not making a big deal about it because it isn’t a big deal. You should’ve just asked me from the start. Why would you feel ashamed. We’ve known each other so long literally nothing you do phases me anymore. And no, I’m not doing this because I feel bad. I offer to help because I care and want the best for you.”

Y/n places the cup of steeping tea in front of him before sitting down. “Why?” They drop the bag of tea into their cup and raise a brow. “Why do you care y/n/n? What’s in it for you? I’m such a bad friend. I lie to you, I can’t do the things you do for me, and-”

“I care because if you could, you would. Give yourself more credit. You’re smarter than you think you are so use that brain of yours to think of reasons why I stick around.” They say not really showing much worry.

He was though. “I don’t know. Fuck if I knew I’d do whatever it was you liked more often. Hang out with you? Cause I definitely can’t buy you things y/n.” This was very out of character for him. Y/n could see that this was a long time coming.

“Fucking hell you’re dumber than I thought if you think I care about that. If I wanted someone who just bought me shit instead of caring about me I’d hang out with Fuckshit, but I don’t because he only cares about himself and fucking anything with a pulse. I hang out with you because you’re nice and polite and thoughtful. Even when you don’t have a lot to say you listen. That’s more than half the guys I’ve hung around have done.”

Fourth Grade sighs. “Fuck y/n you don’t get it. I want to be able to do those things for you. You should be around friends that can. You should have friends that you don’t have to feel bad for and let stay at your house because their place is basically temporary.”

Y/n rolls their eyes while stirring the honey into their tea. Fourth Grade clenches his jaw before turning to get up. “Don’t you dare leave,”

“I’m not gonna burden you y/n. I’ll figure it out, thank you for the tea.”

“No.”

He stops. “No?”

“I said no. I’m not letting the guy I like sleep on the streets because he’s too stubborn to just accept my help.”

“Y/n-” He pauses. What did they say? “Wait what?” Y/n doesn’t say anything, but he can see their cheeks flush.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight Fourth Grade,” Y/n tries to make their way to their room when he grabs their wrist. Y/n stops.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“You know what I mean.”

They both stay still. Not a word nor a whisper broke the ever so fragile silence. Y/n looks up through their lashes at Fourth Grade. He couldn’t look away from them either. They were just frozen. “I made it awkward. Didn’t I?”

“Can you just let me calm down for a sec?”

“Huh?”

Y/n tilts their head up at Fourth Grade who looked as bright as a tomato. “I love you. Shit. Y/n listen I-” Their arms slip over his shoulders and y/n leans up to shush him. When they kiss all he can think about is not acting like an idiot. His eyes shut and he wraps his arms around their waist. The height difference was apparent, making him lean down to not break the kiss.

When they do break apart for air he smiles, his face contorted into a goofy grin. “I’m sorry. I-”

Y/n shushes him again. Their finger placed against his lips. “You’re cuter when you aren’t overthinking everything. Please stop apologizing and we can finish our tea and have a nice sleep after this very eventful night. I for one have had enough to make me sleep a good 12 hours.”

Fourth Grade looks down clumsily before rubbing his neck. “Yeah. Okay.”

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𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Nine

Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.

Warnings: Angst.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).

Word Count: ~2.0k

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“This is a foolish plan,” You commented as you trailed behind Lord Morpheus striding for the two brother’s house. Lucienne shot you a look.

“Careful of your manners, Blanche,” Lucienne all but hissed at you beneath her breath, eyeing the very lord you spoke of ahead of you. “You cannot speak so freely now that our lord has returned.”

“I do not speak of freeness, Lucienne, but of fact,” You stated calmly. Ahead of you, the lord in question was pretending not to hear your candid words. “Lord Morpheus hardly has any sand left to command and he seeks to jump so quickly into action? He is going to get himself injured or worse.”

“Mhm, it sounds like you actually care,” Lucienne commented, eyeing you suspiciously. You returned her gaze with a dead one.

“Do not be ridiculous, I am unable to.” You replied in reminder. “But I am loyal to my king and lord, and it is my duty to see that he is within good health and able. Clearly he is not.” Morpheus came to an abrupt halt and turned around to look at you with an intimidating stare. You stared back, unbothered by the gleam within his eye.

“You speak as if you know better than I, Blanche,” Morpheus spoke, a hint of power within his tone. Lucienne glanced between you, worried that you would push him too far with your candor.

“You are my lord, Lord Morpheus,” You explained, walking forwards and entirely unbothered by his change in demeanor. “You have been gone and I merely seek to ensure that you will not disappear a second time.” Your empty eyes stared into his glimmering blue ones. “Now I believe what you seek is just across the bridge? Cain and Abel will not be so easily talked into what you wish, but I believe it is Gregory whom you must ask.”

You strode ahead, leaving behind a flabbergasted Morpheus and Lucienne who was praying that you would stop tempting fate by angering Morpheus. Striding across the bridge, you eyed Gregory perched on the roof.

“Gregory! Come down from there!” Abel called to the gargoyle. Gregory chirped back and flapped his wings, doing as Abel asked. The gargoyle landed and happily chirped some more while lumbering over to you and nudging your chest with his head.

“Hello Gregory,” You greeted as he nuzzled you chest and made more noises of happiness. You pat him on the head. “I see that you are well.”

“It’s been a while since you last visited,” Abel commented as he trotted up to you. You inclined your head at the brother. “He missed you, you know.”

“My apologies,” You replied, stroking a spot on Gregory’s head that you knew he loved. The gargoyle leaned into your touch and purred. “I have been quite busy at the palace.”

“Never mind that,” Abel said, waving off your response with excitement. “Lord Morpheus is back!”

“Indeed,” You affirmed as the Endless approached with Lucienne at his heels.

“Cain, Abel,” Morpheus greeted the brothers, eyeing you and Gregory who was still nuzzling your chest. The two brothers stared at their lord with wonder and hope within their eyes. While they spoke to Morpheus, you walked with Gregory over to his little house. The gargoyle chirped and playfully jumped forwards, nudging the large ball lying on the ground. You watched him play around. It truly would be a pity that such a happy being was going to have to be reabsorbed. Gregory perked up and looked at something behind you.

“I need your help,” Morpheus’s smooth voice broke the air of happiness. Gregory abandoned him ball and lumbered to stand in front of Lord Morpheus. Cain couldn’t hold back any longer and stepped forward.

“Gregory, stop. No.” Cain enunciated as he marched forwards. The brothers stood in front of the gargoyle. “Take me instead. Or Abel.” Abel nodded in enthused agreement.

“Yeah, take me, Lord Morpheus, please.” Abel begged. He then looked to you. “Blanche, please, tell him to take us. Tell him.” They were begging and had you had your emotions, you would have relented to their begs instantly. But you were not the woman you had been.

“I’m sorry, Cain, Abel,” You spoke, your voice painfully absent from empathy. “But Lord Morpheus can only absorb that which he has created, and you do not fall in that category. I believe that Gregory began his life as a Nightmare?” You turned your gaze to Lord Morpheus with a raised eyebrow.

“I am afraid Blanche is… correct,” Morpheus answered, disliking how knowledgable you seemed while still so unfamiliar.

“He’s one of us now, it’s not fair,” Cain softly protested.

“No… it’s not,” Morpheus agreed before stepping back and allowing the brothers to say their goodbyes. Even has Abel started crying and Cain sniffed, you stood stoic, face unchanged. Emotions, after all, were a fickle and needless thing you were glad you were without.

“I said the sandman, and I meant the bleedin’ Sandman,” Hettie spoke to Johanna as she approached her and Morpheus. “It’s good to have you back milord. Don’t let her mess you about.” With that Hettie walked off, leaving Johanna and Morpheus to talk. Johanna eyed Morpheus up and down.

“My gran used to tell me stories about you lot.” Morpheus eyed the latest Constantine.

“I’ve known your family for centuries.”

“Then you know there’s not one of us can be trusted.” Johanna countered with a slight smirk. “What do you want with me?” Morpheus’s eyebrow twitched and he tilted his head ever so slightly.

“Something of mine came into your possession,” He explained. “A leather ouch filled with sand. I need it back.” Johanna raised an eyebrow flippantly.

“Oh that was yours?” She asked with a small chuckle. “Bought it at an estate sale. Didn’t even manage to get the drawstrings open.” So she did have it.

“Where is it?” Morpheus pressed.

“No idea, could be anywhere.”

“We must find it.” Johana almost laughed.

“Must we? Why is that?”

“Because without it, my realm will cease to exist, and if dreams disappear, then so will humanity.” Morpheus answered, his warning clear within his voice. To Johanna a life without dreams sounded like paradise.

“No offense, but… I could do without dreams for a while.” She said wryly. “Haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages.”

“Nor will you. Until we find the sand. We must go, now.”

“Does this approach generally work for you?” Johanna snorted and shook her head slightly. “You just turn up and order people about?”

“Yes.” Morpheus answered, wondering when mortals had gotten so brave with their words. The back and forth continued until Johanna said something about his supposed ‘friend’.

“Is that not your raven?” She asked, head tilted. “My gran said Dream always had a raven.” Matthew shifted where he was perched, feeling the intense gaze of the Endless.

“Not anymore.” Morpheus softly spoke, staring at the raven and trying not to think about Jessamy and Adrienne. He had to focus on regaining his tools. Morpheus walked closer to the bench. “Who are you? Tell me your name.”

“It's, uh, Matthew, sir.” Matthew meekly admitted.

“Matthew, I've made it clear to Lucienne that I do not require a raven at this time.”

“Yeah, she told me you'd say that.” Matthew cawed. “But I—”

“If I need assistance, I will ask for it.” Morpheus cut him off.

“Uh, you do, actually…” Matthew pointed out, seeing that Johanna was making her escape while Dream was talking to the raven. “She's getting away. Sir, she…” Morpheus looked behind him and saw that Johanna had disappeared. “See, this… this is why you need a raven.”

“Go back to the Dreaming, Matthew.” Morpheus commanded the raven, determined not to lose another precious familiar. But despite this blatant order, Matthew feared Blanche more than he did the Endless, and followed Morpheus as he moved throughout rainy London.

“I’m back.” The raven announced when Dream paused to think. Morpheus eyed him.

“Yes, in spite of my telling you to leave.”

“I… I can't. I… The boss lady told me--”

“Lucienne is not your master.” Morpheus cut Matthew off.

“Well for starters, it wasn’t Lucienne who told me to come. It was Blanche, the scarier boss lady.” Matthew admitted, shifting on his feet.

“Blanche isn’t your master either.” Morpheus bit out.

“Yeah, she threatened to pluck all my feathers out and use them as quills if I let you go after your tools alone so I think I’m good hanging around.” Morpheus’s eyes twitched. That was a very vivid and insistent threat on the part of the mysterious woman. Especially for one who held no emotions.

“Do you know who I am?” The Endless questioned.

“Not entirely, but I…” Matthew sighed. “I don't even know who I am anymore. A couple hours ago, I apparently died in my sleep, and now I… I'm a bird. I… I used to have thumbs.” Matthew waved his new wings. “Now, I have these things and a boss lady who kind of scares me because I get the feeling that her threats aren’t empty.”

Morpheus internally sighed, wondering how a being such as you, had garnered so much power in the century he had been gone.

“This world is not safe.” Morpheus said in warning. Matthew snorted.

“You think I don't know that?” He replied. “I lived my whole life here. That's why Blanche sent me to help you, because you need someone to watch your back. She and Lucienne are right.”

“My last raven came here to help me.” Morpheus said softly, hoping that this would scare off the new raven.

“Yeah? Where is he now?”

“Her name was Jessamy.” Morpheus explained, his thoughts now going to Adrienne whom he hadn’t seen since returning. Surely she was suffering terribly from both his broken promise and absence, and the death of the sister she had been so close to. As soon as he had his full power back he would find her, apologize, and ensure that nothing would ever happen to her. “She died. Trying to help me.”

“I’m sorry.” Matthew said quietly, picking up on the silent pain within Morpheus’s voice. “Look, let me at least help you find this woman. If she's asleep, we've probably got five or six hours before she's on the move again.” That was a good idea, a very good idea.

“If she is asleep, then I know exactly where to find her.” Morpheus spoke, determined to collect his tools and get back to the Dreaming as quick as possible.

Sitting on his throne with his realm fully restored to its former glory, Morpheus glowered in a storm of displeasure. Everyone could sense it and everyone knew why their lord and king was feeling this way. Adrienne was still missing. Even after the realm had been restored. Was she not clingy to those she cared most deeply for? Why had she not emerged to see him? Morpheus couldn’t even feel her presence.

“Lucienne,” Morpheus called, shifting his eyes to his librarian who was conducting the census of the realm.

“Yes my lord?” She asked. He regarded her with an intense gaze.

“Where is Adrienne?” That was the question that Lucienne was dreading the most, but knew was coming. “Why has she not returned to me? Were we not…” He trailed off with a deep breath. No. He and Adrienne were not anything other than lord and subject. Morpheus had kept it that way for a reason that was no longer known to the Endless himself. Lucienne took a step forwards and took a breath.

“I’m afraid you must know something, sir,” Lucienne started, not knowing what his reaction would be to knowing that the Adrienne he once knew, no longer existed. Morpheus straitened in his seat at Lucienne’s tone.

“What is it? Has something happened to her in my absence? You must tell me!” He commanded, eyes glimmering with stars.

“The Adrienne you knew,” Lucienne said as softly as she could. “Died the moment Jessamy did. She is a whole new woman and I do not think you will find any familiarity within her. She has not shown herself to you, because she does not wish to.”

Date Published: 6/28/23

Last Edit: 6/28/23

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