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goldustwomun · 9 months

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will we talk? (j.p.)

pairing: bodyguard! james potter x baker! reader

summary: it was only meant to be a one night stand-- a pretty fucking amazing one night stand, but one night nevertheless. so when your dad informs you of a bounty on your head and beloved bakery, you expect just about anyone in the world but james to show up as your newly appointed bodyguard. he doesn’t even fit in with the decor!

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, mentions of a sketchy job (drugs, arms, trafficking etc. u kno the drill w/ obscure mafia stuff), very very hot james xoxo

wc: 2.9k+

note: guess who’s back! (back back) back again! (again, again). anyway, hey :) i had random lines written for this for over a year & tbfh first yr of uni was great and then shit and then really shit so i had no desire to write, but i want to try!!! i really do!!! please, <3 comment & reblog <3 it means the world to me & literally every writer out there! excited for u all to read this :)

Some might say it’s obscene to be sat at a bar, three vodka cokes down, when it was only just past 7 o’clock. The sun still stared pointedly down outside the window, streets bustling with people only just starting their commute home. And sure, any other young adult might have used this opportunity to meet some friends, have a quiet night in, maybe text that one guy on Tinder they’d been putting off meeting– something, anything to fill the awkward lull in time that wouldn’t be too much of a regret the next day.

Some might say it’s obscene, but you like to think it’s just another Tuesday.

The problem with Tuesdays is that more often than not, Wednesdays tend to follow. And it was at noon on the dot that you’d have to make your forty-minute bus ride downtown (a mistake in itself when all anyone could smell was weed, piss and something else indistinguishably rancid), into the one office building that seemed to substantially out-tower the others like some sort of architectural pissing contest, only to sit in front of your Dad and his ever-overpowering bluntness.

And it’s not like you despised him with every molecule in your body– rather, a few molecules here and there. He loved you, that you were certain of, but owing anyone money, your own father especially, made relationships uncomfortable in a sticky, sweaty, clammy-hands kind-of-way. He had always been an immovable figure, suspiciously mafia-esque, even, but of course, you’d never dare broach the subject.

So, Dad, Pa, Father dearest– are the rumours true? Do you really run an underground boxing ring? Or is it arms? Drugs, maybe? As long as it’s not human trafficking, I’ll still love you!

Some things are better left untouched. If ignorance was bliss, you were determined to remain in whatever liminal state of unknowing you’d been in your entire life.

And while he kept to himself and you did to, the last Wednesday of every month, noon on the dot, was not to be messed with. You’d learned that the hard way when you’d missed one during a particularly harrowing cold. It’d been like a SWAT team smashing through your apartment windows when you’d forced her eyes open.

So instead, you gulped down another glass of scathing liquid, all but gagging near the end at the acidic taste of un-mixed liquor swirling around the bottom of your glass.

It was Tuesday, after all, and you hoped if you drank enough, there would be a chance you’d be able to zone out tomorrow– a sweet spot you’d yet to master (somewhere between mildly hungover but still coherent enough to please him).

“What is that– your fourth? Fifth?” A voice questioned alongside a scratch of the bar stool to your left. It was deep, curious, deliciously rough– enough so that your mouth quirked behind your glass, bracing yourself for the face attached to such an addictive timbre.

“Third, actually–” you turned, finally taking in the tousled, black hair, crooked nose with rounded glasses perched on top of them, “--have you been counting?”

He had a kind of all-consuming appearance. Dark yet boyish when you noticed how his smile leaned one way, and a slight chip in his front tooth. An athlete, maybe? You were going to thank whatever misguided angel, deity or God herself had brought him to you.

You didn’t make a habit out of chatting up posh-looking lads with egos that rivalled even that of Icarus and his melting wings, but maybe just this once you’d give in– actually take what’s being offered.

“Huh– dunno why you’re sounding so smug, love. Three drinks and it’s not even dinner time. Some might call that a problem.” Almost immediately that smile of his morphed into an all-knowing smirk, a teasing gleam swimming about in those swampy hazel eyes of his.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Who? Eighteen year olds having a taste of their first legal drink? Not sure three drinks add up to literal alcoholism, love,” you threw back, defensive, accompanied by that kind of uppity tone in your voice you despised hearing in others’.

His irrefutable bemusement only sharpened the knife poking away between your ribs. Your frown deepened, and so did his grin, but still, his hands flew up in mock-defence as if your words could bite back (and boy, did you wish they could).

“My bad, sweetheart, only teasing,” he assured, nodding at the bartender and then your now-empty drink. Another one, his practised movements seemed to say,

“Do you make a habit out of calling girls alcoholics and then buying them a drink?” you asked, curiosity taking over your irritation.

He shrugged and you couldn’t help but follow the movement, watching as his broad shoulders seemed to invade your space with such careless effort. “So far, just you. It’s something new I’m trying out. What do ya’ think, is it working?” Again with that boyish charm– some sort of arrogance and humility all at once.

Your head shook in an immediate no, but more so to hide the smile that had unwillingly crept onto your face. You knew, with the way things were going, that you’d give into just about anything the man offered (of which he’d not even hinted at yet, but you were just so mesmerised and maybe a little tipsy so you didn’t quite care enough to think of how desperate you may be coming off).

“‘M James, by the way,” he offered as a white flag, a surrender, if you will. You accepted by returning the formality and raising your new drink to his own– a half-empty glass of clear liquid and ice.

“What is that?” you motioned to the beverage in question, “like– 10 shots of straight vodka at once?”

He snorted, a little ugly yet somehow endearingly attractive. Fuck. “Even better, actually– water.”

“And is that new as well, to go with the accusations and drinks?”

“Oh, yeah– I’m really trying to commit to this new year, new me thing,” he bounced back effortlessly.

“It’s November,” you deadpanned, brow arched.

“So I’m either a month and a bit early, or eleven late,” he quipped. You were stunned by the easy rhythm of your back and forth, wondering in what world someone like him could exist– a paragon of a man or whatever the scholars called it. “And while that’d be a fun little story if it were the truth, ‘m actually starting a job tomorrow. Big one, as well. Figured some self-restraint was in order.”

And it was only then that you’d noticed just how little space there was between the both of you, having somehow drifted closer, closer, closer like galaxies hurtling towards each other.

You all but swallowed, staring at his drink held between you, a last barrier that seemed both momentous and insignificant. He’d got you caged in as well, an arm lazing on your backrest, near enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin, blood, maybe even his desire. And his legs, in a somewhat similar position, only a whisper away from knocking into your own.

You considered giving in right then and there, urging his mouth to yours, maybe leading him to the restroom in a grungy stall you wouldn’t otherwise go near on even your worst, most wasted nights.

“Self-restraint with the drinks only, right?” you questioned, tearing your gaze from his glass to his eyes, only to find them already fixated to you. His mouth was perched open, a glide of his tongue against his bottom lip, and the action draws you closer to that chip in his tooth you’d noticed earlier– the one that begged you closer. For inspection, a taste– whatever.

“Oh, but of course. It��s my undoing really, my Achilles Heel, my Hubris,” he seemed to murmur, his words a secret between the two of you. You felt bold then, a rush of heat pouring through your veins as your palm came to rest on the thigh closest to you.

His eyes flickered down for a moment, as if making sure it was real — that touch — before they returned to you. Waiting, watching, with bated breath.

“What is?” you asked, questioning if you’d missed a part of his sentence or if he really was striking you speechless and a little stupid with his words.

“Pretty girls with drinking problems,” and you couldn’t help the surprised laugh that burst from you. He grinned and it was pure majesty.

“Yeah?” you mumbled, inching forward.

“Oh, yeah,” he replied, sealing his mouth to yours.

It was bright, too bright in his office– like the ceiling lamps worked part-time in interrogation rooms on the weekends. As much as you needed to be alert, comprehensive, at least mildly sober– it just wasn’t going to happen.

Last night had been something else entirely– the kind of mind-blowing fuck you could only ever dream about, when nights were lonely and the left side of the bed cold for too long. Your memory was somewhat hazy, tinged red with lipstick and lovebites and kicking the duvet out of the way to reach more skin. It was scathing yet sweet and a kind of ruination you welcomed with open arms.

But it also ended abruptly when your eyes flickered open the next morning (a few hours later, more like) and he was already gone. You knew it was for the best– you barely had time for yourself, your family and friends, let alone a stranger with a quick (and skilled, in many ways) tongue and wit.

So there you were, jarred by the empty feeling seeping into your bones. And the lights (had you mentioned the lights?).

“Now, how have things been going this past month?” your Father asked in that all-business, no-nonsense way of his. You think he knows you’re hungover but like all things in your relationship, the two of you choose to ignore it.

“There haven’t been as many customers as I would have liked. The school down the road has been half empty since most of everyone is on study leave, but I–”

“I didn’t ask for excuses, only how it’s going,” he interrupted swiftly. A stabbing pain seemed to appear at the base of your skull as you conjured the remaining energy inside of you to not roll your eyes at your own Father, as well as the man you quite literally owed thousands of pounds to.

“Of course, my bad,” you bit out, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The shop wasn’t as successful as previous months but I’ve got the money here anyway so I’ll still be on track.”

He nodded, accepting your answer and the envelope you placed on his otherwise scarce desk in front of him, before he slid the money, unchecked, into his top drawer.

You sighed, hurrying your words and rushing to gather your things and be out of that dreary office, “Well, if that’s all, I’ve got some errands to run and–”

“--Actually, there’s more I need to discuss with you.” For the second time that day, he cut you off and you fell, defeated, back into the cold leather of the chair. You tilted your head in some sort of half-nod that said, go on.

With his hands clasped in front of him, a stern front if there ever was one, he continued. “As you know, my work is complicated–” (you frowned) “--complicated and expensive. And when one is dealing with the amount of money this company makes, things can get… messy.”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. An actual conversation, albeit clouded with obscurity, about his job? “And when things are messy, one tends to make enemies.”

You couldn’t help how your frown deepened, but you held back any concerns before they could make their way past the tip of your tongue. Your Dad wasn’t one to be interrupted, even if he was particularly talented at doing it to others.

“Essentially, there’s someone who’s not very happy with me–” your mouth opens finally to prod at his statement but he continues anyway, “--and despite every precaution I have taken in order to keep you safe and separate from my work, it’s unfortunately backfired this time around. And so, for your safety, I’ve hired a bodyguard to watch over you for at least the next few months.”

He finished and then there was a resolute silence hanging over you as you took in his words.

You couldn’t help it– you burst out laughing.

“Dad, you’re not– I mean–” the sentence barely made its way out of your mouth before you were overcome with a fit of nervous giggles once more. This is absurd. “You’re not being serious, you can’t be. Right?”

Silence.

Oh.

So that’s when the panic set in, your fingers clutching the armrest on either side of you until your knuckles were white. “Holy fucking–”

“Language,” he scolded with no particular bite and you couldn’t help but scoff,

“Language? Seriously, language. That’s all you have to say. You’ve just told me there’s some kind of bounty on my head and that I need a bodyguard– like, a person to follow me around, twenty four-seven, and carrying a gun or some shit– but all you can think to say to me is fucking language?!” Your breath came out in quick pants, jumping to your feet as you paced the office.

This must be a joke, you thought incredulously. You can’t have some stranger following you around. You had a business to run, croissants to sell, debt to pay off! Who could possibly–

And somehow it got worse.

He walked in and the two of your gazes connecting immediately, like magnets (though this time in a completely different context with your own Father as a member of the audience). You could see, from your place by the window, how his irises grew imperceptibly wider for barely a second as the recognition set in.

“No. No, no, no,” you blurted out immediately, mouth still wide from shock and suddenly you questioned whether your rapid heartbeat was a surprise or something close to a heart attack. Oddly, you’d have preferred the latter.

“Sweetheart,” he had pulled out the big guns now, “this is James Potter.”

“Dad—” you tried and failed to interrupt.

“Don’t worry about the logistics, I’ve sorted it all out. I’ve already rented the apartment next to yours so that he’s nearby at all times. He’ll need to be hired as an employee at your bakery– you know, for appearances sake— but don’t worry about the cost, i’ve got it covered.” Your mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water.

“And most importantly, he is not to leave your side. Ever.” He said it with ease like he hadn’t just informed you that your one night stand had turned into your shadow for the foreseeable future.

James had yet to say anything, his face a facade you wished you could slap off in that moment. Instead, he stood stalk still, arms poised behind him like some sycophantic robot ready to do whatever your Father pleased.

“He can’t be my bodyguard, Dad,” you urged, rushing to his desk, palms slamming down in front of him.

His response was a raised brow (you shared that in common). “And why’s that?”

It’s like you could hear James’ heart skip a beat, probably because yours had as well. You couldn’t tell him the real reason– that’d be a death wish, for the pair of you, if there ever was one.

“It’s just– he’s too big!” James didn’t smile, not outwardly, but you could see it in his eyes when you glanced his way. “I mean, he’s scary or whatever. He won’t fit in with the decor and it’ll scare away the customers,” you reasoned.

He finally spoke and it was then that you truly did consider walking over and slapping him across his stupid, gorgeous face. “What customers?”

You scoffed, whipping your head towards him. “Oh, screw you!”

James looked as if he were going to bite back, mouth poised for a reaponse, but your Dad cut in to save the two of you from outting yourselves.

“That’s enough. This isn’t up for discussion. James is your bodyguard and you’ll have no say in the matter.”

You deflated immediately, collapsing into the same chair you’d sat in, clueless, earlier.

So much for one night.

comment & reblog :)) if u have any ideas for the next chapters do lmk!!! woo!!

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billskeis · 4 months

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Hiii, firstly i LOVE your work its amazing <3

Seccodnly could you please make a story where Tom is a vampire n he like hadn't fed for quite a while due to a lot of touring n concerts. Also 'y/n' and him are dating and she knows about him being a vampire n stuff?

ᡣ𐭩 vampire bf tom p2

“thank you so much everyone for coming tonight!” bill screams as loud shrills and cheers fill the stadium. tonight marks one of the last nights of tokio hotel’s world tours and they just about had it. the teens are tired, and need rest, and most importantly, food.

especially tom, who’s hungry.

as the four boys unwind in the backroom, their manager enters the room, “great job everyone! you now have only three more concerts left to perform and then we’re finally done.” they’ve already had like 6 concerts back to back, constantly sleeping on the tour bus.

the beds are extremely uncomfortable, and obviously being nomadic, could not have been provided a proper food source.

tokio hotel is what you call, vampires.

blood feeders.

murderers.

and of course, the staff knew and found out. to an avail, they kept them. why? eternity. immortality granted them a lifetime of fame, which in end means a lifetime source of money. humans we’re greedy humans, one can think.

now when you met tom. you had no idea, but you knew something was off about him.

upon first meeting, you have thought of him as some sort of playboy. he was funny, and definitely kind, but distant. too distant, it was something that left you wanting to know more.

and to his surprise, you asked him out on a date. he doesn’t even know why he was surprised, maybe it was over the fact that you wanted to take him out to eat instead of hooking up straight away. those were never your intentions.

all went well, after the first date was a hit, you guys went on more dates. next thing you knew, tom asked you to be his girlfriend! and obviously, you said yes. while on the dates you didn’t like him as much as you initially thought, but decided to give it a try. to be something official.

he was the same. never one to settle down, but the band encouraged him to at least give it a shot. you seemed like the right person to do so. kind, patient, beautiful, smart. man, you’re everything in the book!

finding out tom was a vampire was like culture shock. you walked into his bedroom to find him with a blood-pack in his hands. like those that come from the hospital.

he panicked, felt his already cold blood run colder. did he fuck up already?

you locked yourself in his bathroom, not knowing what to do. your boyfriend was a vampire? what the fuck? how did he hide it so well from you? maybe that’s why he always felt so, mysterious, so cold and so distant.

needless to say, you were definitely afraid, but you couldn’t find yourself pulling away from him. he was your boyfriend after all.

exiting the bathroom you witness tom sitting on his bed, his body was curled up at the headboard with his head resting in his arms, knees up to his chest. you look to see that the blood pack on his bedside table was empty, clear, finished.

you sat yourself on the bed, tom feels it dip and immediately looks up, “y/n… i—i’m sorry for keeping this a secret. i didn’t know how you react and if you’d want to leave me, i just really liked you and didn’t want to risk the chance of los—” you place a hand on his arm, breathing in sharply.

“tom, you don’t need to explain yourself. obviously being born a vampire isn’t something you could help. and if anything, i think it makes you hotter..” “so you don’t want to leave me?” “no! see it as me getting to know you better, your true self, yea?” “mm!” he nods, smiling brightly, he lunges at you to hug your body.

plopping down on the soft mattress, his body on top of yours, you felt a glimpse of warmth.

not sure if it was him or yours, but your heard definitely did skip a beat.

11:38pm

hi tom! come to your hotel room quick, i left a surprise there and i wouldn’t want it getting ‘cold’ ;)

11:42pm

schatzi?? what’re u talking about??

11:43pm

getting colderrr :D

11:47pm

omw u little maus >:(

you hid behind the closet door, waiting for your boyfriend to finally arrive back at his hotel. luckily for the band, for the rest of the concerts they’re staying in a hotel. finally, comfy beds!

the door clicked with the assuming scan of the keycard. as the door opened and closed, you popped out from the closet and hugged your vampy boyfriend.

“tomi!!” “mein liebling!? what’re you doing here??” he held your body within his arms, slightly swept off your feet he swings you side to side as the two of you share an embrace.

“i wanted to surprise you! bill gave me an extra keycard to your room,” you pepper multiple kisses on his face as he hugs you, “missed you so much.. didn’t you miss me, happy to see me?” “more than anything baby, but fuck—your scent is making me crazy..”

since the two of you established a relationship, it’s natural for tom to feed on you. it’s a mutual thing, just as long as he didn’t take too much blood, you would be fine.

you were definitely more delicious than anything and anyone else he fed off of. which is why the amount you agreed on would suffice for him.

you were different, and he loved that.

“that’s why i’m here..” you tilted your head to the side, sliding away the hair that covered the surface of your neck. tom licked a long stripe before breathing in hard, “mein Gott.. thank you y/n.”

sinking his fangs in, tom begun feeding. the pain was bearable, and you were pretty much used to it by now. your body heated up, and you felt your face flushing.

despite the frequency of the feedings, you still felt yourself embarrassed whenever tom fed. maybe it was the way he held onto your waist, or maybe it was how he would suckle on your neck before and after drinking your blood.

knees giving in, you felt yourself becoming weaker. this is when tomorrow knows to stop and immediately unlatches himself from your neck. a final lick left on your skin to stop the blood from running down your neck.

“you okay schatzi?” “y-yea.. still gets me every time though,” he kisses you, a coppery taste lingering in your mouth, “‘m sorry,” “nono, it’s okay.. i’m not dead am i?”

he giggles at you and brings you to lay on the bed with him, “no, no you’re not baby. not as long as you’re with me.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp

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lnfours · 3 months

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inclinations (the 1) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: language, fluff, surprise visits, mostly a filler chapter before we get into the good stuff of this first part of the series!

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a few months later…

fall was quickly approaching, the autumn leaf colors swallowing the green ones and the wind getting colder. you had loved this time of year, the transition from summer into fall feeling like a fresh start for you every year. a new chapter of your story unwinding before your eyes.

however, this year it felt a little bit different. the summer had been mediocre, a let down from what you had wished it would be. between everything with lando falling out of place as soon as you figured it out, to having to turn your social medias private due to the backlash of your relationship.

the truth was, you hadn’t really let it bother you. people could say what they wanted about you and your relationship, but at the end of the day, it was basically a dream come true. everything you had ever wanted wrapped up with a pretty bow on top.

right now, it was the last week of august. two official weeks left of summer until you were thrown into your final year of uni, until you were put out into the real world to show everybody what you were made of. you were wheeling your suitcase through the monaco airport, smiling softly to yourself at the thought of the surprise you were about to pull off.

you had texted max on a whim a few days ago, saying you wanted to surprise lando and hang out with them for the final few weeks of summer. get back that time the two of you lost when he was swept away and had to come back. he had thought it was a great idea, knowing his best friend needed something like this. he knew lando needed you.

so he agreed to pick you up from the airport, helping you put your bag into the trunk after giving you a quick hug and before you climbed into the passenger seat. he had told lando he was out to run an errand and that he’d be back, leaving his best friend in complete unawareness.

“he’s gonna be so happy to see you,” he smiled, “when’s the last time you talked to him?”

“before the flight,” you said, “i told him i was out with chloe, getting some shopping done for school. i’m excited to see his reaction.”

you were practically beaming, over the moon excited about everything that was about to happen. about seeing him, being wrapped up in everything lando and letting it consume you.

max pulled up in front of the apartment building, the two of you making light conversation on the way up about how your semester was gonna go. the key turned into the lock, the two of you laughing softly. the door pushed open and your heart was going a mile a minute, so excited to see his face when you walked through the door.

you had quietly wheeled your suitcase to the living room and kicked off your shoes, max following behind you as you made your way down the hallway. you were smiling so wide it hurt, hand slowly approaching the doorknob to his bedroom door. you opened the door slowly, smiling as you peaked your head in.

you spotted brown curls flushed against the white linen pillows and your heart squeezed in your chest. his eyelashes kissing his cheeks and lips slight parted from his cheek being squished, he was asleep.

you climbed softly next to him, smiling and running a hand through his hair. he stirred, letting out a soft groan as he squeezed his eyes shut, clearly not enjoying the morning monaco sun that had decided to peek through his curtains.

“morning, sunshine,” you smiled. this made his eyes shoot open, hearing your voice right next to him rather than through a phone line.

he sat up quickly, laughing softly before pulling you close against his body, “no fucking way!”

you laughed with him, “surprise!”

he looked over at max, “were you in on this, too?”

max nodded, “yeah, figured you could use a little pick me up before you start racing again.”

and he was right. lando had been missing you like crazy, you had become the sole topic of all his conversations lately.

max had left the two of you alone for a while, you with your head on his chest as you laid in bed. you spent the time catching up, talking about anything and everything with his hands in your hair.

the monaco sun had finally set when max came knocking on his bedroom door, peeking his head in, “the guys are talking about hitting the club in a bit, you guys wanna go?”

you turned your head to look at him as he looked down at you, “‘s up to you,”

you shrugged, thinking about how good it could be to go out, especially during the last few weeks of summer. and so you did, thankful you had decided to pack a few dresses in your suitcase. lando had thrown on a button up and a pair of trousers, looking good even with the little effort he put in.

the music inside was loud, bass raking through your body as you walked through the crowd of people, lando’s hand on your waist. you had finally caught up with your friends, spotting the familiar face as you laughed and pulled her into a tight hug.

“oh my god, it’s been so long!” you sighed happily.

“i know! tell me everything i’ve missed!” flo smiled. and you did, you had caught her up to speed with all the little things she had missed. the summer you had been craving for was finally coming in little doses.

“you want a drink?” lando smiled, leaning his head down to your ear so you could hear him. you nodded, letting him squeeze your hand before he gently dropped it back to your side.

you had took part in the conversation between flo and max, laughing with them for some time before you realized it had taken lando longer than usual to reappear back at your side. you smiled at your friends and excused yourself, pushing through the crowd as you tried to find the curly haired boy who had your heart.

you looked up, finding him laughing at the bar. a set of freshly manicured nails resting against his chest, matching with long brown hair and a girl with long, tan legs laughing with him. her arm was around his neck, like she had been holding him close. too close.

you were suddenly frozen in your steps, staring at the two as you took in everything. a hand on your shoulder pulled you back to reality, followed by flo saying your name.

“y/n,” she mumbled softly, grabbing onto your arm, “i think we should go-“

you didn’t mean to snap, snatching your arm back from her grip as the anger tears welled up in your eyes. you made your way through the crowd with her hot on your heels.

lando’s eyes met yours and the girl untangled her arm from him quickly as he stood, “hey, baby, sorry there’s people i want you to-“

“don’t bother,” you said, his eyes meeting yours, “how long, lando?”

he looked at you confused, “how long what?”

“how long have you been letting her wrap herself around you knowing damn well i won’t find out just because im halfway across the world?”

flo stood next to you now, torn between dragging you out before it got worse or sticking up for you against her brother. her brother who was letting another girl hang on him, without a second thought.

“would you let me explain,” he said, “it’s not what it looks like.”

you shook your head, pushing past him and letting your shoulder bump into yours, “save it for someone else. i’m done.”

you didn’t bother looking back as people called your name. you pushed the doors open to the club and stepped out into the cool summer night in monaco, a city you had never been in as the hot tears flowed down your cheeks.

you had come to the city for one thing, to fix the way everything with lando had come crashing down so quickly so fast. just for the same thing to happen again.

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cosmoosims · 1 year

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the beginner's drama challenge by @cosmoosims

*base game only*

Eight generations, each with their own unique storylines and drama-filled tasks to complete! I started making this sometime last year when I had less packs and mods than I do now (I literally only have 4 packs lmao) and I wanted something base-game friendly that also forced me to play emotionally different than I do now.

This is a base game challenge but feel free to use any and all mods/packs/etc to make it your own!

Feel free to play along with me, and post your own images using the tag #bdc :)

GOOGLE DOC

for the goals of each gen, click the google doc above!

Gen One: Evil Mastermind

Backstory Who says all villains are heartless? Despite aspiring to be the greatest criminal the world has ever seen, this Sim can’t help but want to begin a long, fulfilling generation. Being a criminal isn’t the wealthiest career but this Sim vows to give their children everything they want! Now, if only they could keep their evilness in check…

Gen Two: Adrenaline Junkie

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Is This The Love That I Need? (Shuri x Blk!F!Reader)

Shuri x Scientist!Reader

Word Count: 11.8k

Content: fluff, a bit of angst that's made up by some good ole filth so if you aren't 18+, take yo ass ON SOMEWHERE <;3

Summary: the one where your tumultuous relationship with the Queen crosses a line while you’re on an undercover mission.

A/N: heads up: this oneshot goes from past tense narrative to present only because tumblr deleted the parts that I changed to present tense. Tumblr get on my nerves, chile

But I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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You'd had no intentions of rising to become one of the best scientists in Wakanda, but once you had gained the status of lead scientist, you had no intentions of letting it go. Being one of the top scientists came with its perks, such as being one of the first to know of any new projects that could benefit Wakanda and of any that posed a potential threat. Another perk that came with the title was your constant work alongside the only scientist who ranked higher than you…who also happened to be the Queen of Wakanda.

There were many who would call it a perk- having the chance to work alongside a woman who was the greatest scientist Wakanda, and the world, had ever seen. She was a good ruler and an ever-better scientist; one who was known for her compassion towards her people whether they worked in the palace or not, and for her dedication to further improving Wakanda.

However, despite these true claims…there was another side to Shuri Udaku that you only saw, and that was mainly because you gave her a run for her money in the lab. Nothing disrespectful, as she was still your Queen and you still held a great deal of respect for her, as she did for you; but there was something in your DNA and hers that just automatically made you go at each other when the two of you were in close proximity.

Hell, even when the two of you were in the same room.

Whether it was debating over the best way to go about a project, or you asking her why she was constantly looking over your shoulder when you were in charge of one, there never ceased to be an end to your…less than harmonious partnership. It wasn't something that you could exactly hide, either. The rest of the scientists saw, and usually kept their distance when the two of you got started; and those closer to Shuri definitely saw it, usually rolling their eyes knowingly in the same instance. There was absolutely no chance that you two could hide the little competitive natures of yourselves and how they sometimes clashed.

But you could hide the abundance of feelings that had seemed to slowly accumulate the longer you worked with/for her. You hid the little spark in your chest at her relentless teasing as an agitated breath; you hid the brightening of your eyes as she challenged you with a project as a subtle eye roll; you hid the desire to reach out to her and pull her close even for just a second as fists that clenched in irritation.

You had thought that you were doing so well hiding all of those urges, but all it took was one raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk on Okoye's face for you to realize that maybe you weren't hiding them that well. After that, you had made it your mission to shove those feelings aside, as indulging in them would only result in something that hit a little too close to a fantasy that you knew would be false.

You were *just* a scientist. She was the Queen of Wakanda. The only thing connecting you two was your love for science. That and the urge to prove the other wrong whenever you could. That's all it would be between the two of you, and she seemed to never let you forget.

"Wait…is that the equation you're using? Are you still working on your project with the-?

"Underground sensors for unstable vibranium? Yes."

You didn't have to look away from your workstation to know that a raised eyebrow and a scrutinizing gaze would be awaiting you on Shuri's face. It could be heard in her voice as she continued to question you.

"And this is the project where you're using the methods of-"

"Uncertainty quantification, yes, Your Highness, that's exactly what I am working on, why?"

Sure enough, her expression matched the one you had predicted to be on her face as you finally looked up, removing your goggles and placing them on top of your pulled-back locs. Her lips were slightly upturned, a knowing smile that resembled more of a smirk than anything, and her eyes were slightly narrowed as she contemplated your question. They flickered between the projection of your equations and you before finally settling once more on the former.

"Well, don't you think it would be better to use an adjoint equation? You know, build another formula off of-"

"Off of the integrated parts of this original equation, yes, I'm aware. And I was just about to do that." The last few words were spoken through a tight smile as you set your hands on the table, turning your body more to look at her.

She had a knack for bringing out your most competitive side, and you shared that knack. But unlike you, she also had a specialty of seeking you out no matter which part of the lab you were in, so it only made sense for you to always argue with her, right? She had taken a few minutes out of her precious time to find you and grate your nerves in just the slightest; you couldn't let that time spent together go to waste.

"Oh, okay. Because…well, it kind of looked as if you were about to use that equation to solve the UQ."

You took a moment to let out a breath in her direction before turning back to your project, your hands swiping the appropriate variables of said equation until it formed a new, and more correct, one. Once it was formed, you turned back to her, a smile on your face that expressed exactly what you thought of her looking over your shoulder.

Instead of replying, she simply stepped closer to your work area, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she looked over the equation…as if she were critiquing it. She pulled her arms behind her back, walking around it until she could stand right next to you. You had to try your hardest to not draw in a deep breath of the subtle but almost always dizzying smell of her scent as she drew closer; amber and something else that beckoned for you to step closer and take another deep breath.

Even when she was looking over your shoulder and firing off slick comments toward you, your attraction to her didn't wane one bit.

"Your Highness, I think the General wishes to speak to you."

If you had been looking, you would have seen the way she subtly rolled her eyes as the title fell from your mouth to address her. *'Your Highness'.* She expected to be called that by the other scientists, the elders, and anyone else who didn't really know her. And one could argue that you didn't really know her…and Shuri would probably agree…to a certain extent. Despite that, the fact remained that you were no regular scientist *to her*.

She just didn't know exactly how to explain that to you, which is why she always picked you as the scientist who she would constantly tease and rile up. There was a line that she'd never cross, and whenever she saw that she was crossing it and riling you up *too* much, she'd make sure to dial it back.

But until that line appeared, she'd continue to poke every single one of your buttons; and she continued to do so as she urged you to 'look over that equation' before leaving your workstation and walking to Okoye.

The General watched as Shuri approached, her calculating eyes flickering back and forth between you and her. An eyebrow raised once the young queen stopped in front of her, and the sight of it only made Shuri pause in question.

"You needed me?"

"When are you going to say something?"

Shuri's actions paused, her hands gripping the edge of her own workstation at Okoye's words. Her head swiveled, quickly finding you before she let out a breath at seeing you oblivious to the conversation that was veering towards the topic of you. When she turned back to Okoye, her eyes held a warning, albeit, one that wasn't malicious at all.

"Okoye, now is not the time. Maybe we can talk about this when we aren't in my lab? Or at another time…or never."

A dismissive sound left Okoye's mouth, her hand waving slightly. While her eyes continued to glance over at you, her words were directed toward the young woman in front of her.

"Leave it to you, and you'll never say anything. Now I don't want to intervene, but-"

"But nothing, you will do no such thing."

The finger Shuri pointed at Okoye was not intimidating in the slightest, even if it held a good bit of power more than Okoye possessed. The General showed exactly what she thought of it as she rolled her eyes slightly, stepping closer to the workstation that separated them.

"Anyway…I'm here to discuss the mission plans you drafted. Specifically, the part where you planned on doing this *alone*."

Shuri's expression turned more stoic at the change in topic, her head nodding as Okoye spoke. Yet, at hearing the skepticism and disapproval in her voice, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Of course, I planned on doing this alone. It's an easy mission- easy enough for me to complete myself. Get into the gala, find the room with the correct computer system, get the needed information, and leave."

The first warning Shuri received came in the form of Okoye leaning her spear against her workstation with a dull thud, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her muscled arms crossed in front of her, and then she was taking a step forward.

"You're the sovereign ruler of an entire nation, Shuri; you can't just disappear from the gala without raising suspicions. The mission will be compromised before it even begins."

The second warning Shuri got was the sight of Okoye's head tilting and her lips parting in disbelief. One would think that she'd use all of the knowledge she retained about Okoye from the years of knowing her and put it to good use, but sometimes, the young royal just had to push her luck.

"I'll say I was in the bathroom or something. Shouldn't be too hard."

The statement had been more joking than not, as Shuri knew the excuse wouldn't fly in the slightest, but the small, shit-eating grin on her face quickly disappeared as soon as the words left her mouth.

The darkening of Okoye's disapproval on her face was the third, and last, warning Shuri received before the General launched into one of her lectures about tactics, skills, and working smarter, not harder.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but eavesdrop slightly on the conversation between the two women. Your proximity to them coupled with their hushed voices meant you could only make out a few words, but it was enough for you to realize that they were speaking of the computer system from the states that had managed to sneak past Wakanda's protective technological wall. It had been for just a second before you were able to shut it out, but that second could turn into more if you all failed to understand how they were able to do so in the first place. The last you had heard, they were busy coming up with a mission that would help them obtain the information necessary for the problem.

It'd be a field mission, and the computer system would be in the same building as a gala that would be hosted by the person you all suspected developed the program. It'd be much easier to get the program itself and find out about it than talk to a human who could, and probably would, lie through their teeth.

As far as you knew, your part would come into play after the programming was obtained. You'd take it apart link by link, firewall by firewall until you could find out every single thing about it. You'd be able to do it from the comfort of your workstation in the lab, which was normal. You were a scientist…you didn't do fieldwork.

So when your name is suddenly mentioned alongside the words 'undercover' and 'operation', of course, your head snaps up and in the direction of the two women only to see them already looking at you. Your eyes narrow as they met Shuri's gaze, your lips pursing in suspicion.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Okoye's strong voice carries across the lab, and when accompanied by the wave of her hand, you know what she's asking you to do. You have to press a few buttons in order to safely store away the chemicals you're working with, and you do so with an inaudible sigh before turning and making your way to them.

"Your Highness…General…you called?" There's a certain level of nonchalance in your tone as you address them, but they're used to it. Working alongside Shuri meant sometimes working alongside Okoye, and you had passed 'just a scientist' status in her eyes as well.

"What are you doing this coming Friday?"

You hear her question, but you're a little preoccupied trying to discern Shuri's thoughts just from her facial expression. Her eyebrows pinch together slightly, a prominent frown on her face, yet her eyes refuse to meet yours. It's a stark difference from the teasing look she had worn not even 10 minutes ago when had spoken to you…what could have happened between then and now?

"I don't think I'm doing anything, as of yet. Why?"

"Well, now you are."

Okoye doesn't give you a chance to respond in any way before she's explaining the plans that she's thrown you into. Her voice is the only one you hear the entire time, as Shuri busies herself with fiddling with the various tools on her desk. Your eyes continuously glance at her, trying to gauge any kind of reaction but to no avail. Even when Okoye stops, asking you if you have any questions, she still remains silent. But now, it isn't lost on you why she remained silent.

"So, let me clarify. You want me to attend a gala…in America…with The Queen. And then at this gala, I have to find the computer that broke through our defenses, hack into it while American miscreants are walking around with primitive guns, get the information we are looking for, and then go back to the gala as if nothing has happened?"

You thought it was outlandish coming from Okoye's mouth, but as you relay the plan back to her, you come to the conclusion that it's more than outlandish. It's preposterous; ludicrous; atypical; as a few Americans say, 'backasswards'. Your thoughts are clear on your face as you look quickly between the two of them, looking for any sign that they're both playing some kind of twisted joke.

The apprehensive look in Shuri's eyes coupled with the firm set of Okoye's mouth tells you enough, and it only makes it more real for you. The prospect of what you're doing makes your heart skip a beat in nervousness as you shake your head quickly.

"Wait, I don't have a morsel of experience in the field. I can't do this, I'm just a scientist. I'm supposed to stay here, in this lab."

You try your hardest to keep the desperation out of your voice despite having the feeling tighten your chest. While you aren't too keen on the plan and having been introduced to it without prior knowledge, you also aren't too keen on seeming as afraid as you actually feel.

There's a deep-seated knowledge that even if you do let your fear show, you know that neither of the women will make you feel bad about it. They'd both been in their fair share of situations that had resulted in the same heart-pounding, hand-sweat-inducing symptoms you were going through...but they hadn't complained. At least not in front of you...or anyone, for that matter.

"I agree, this mission is too risky for it to be her first. There has to be something else we can do. Okoye...I can do this."

A desperation of her own laces Shuri's words as she attempts to sway Okoye once again, her eyebrows set in a determined frown. You don't know if it's a desperation for her to simply go alone...or a desperation to leave you there in the lab, and contemplating the latter option only opens up the door for more questions pertaining to Shuri's thoughts when it comes to your role in this plan.

"You agree that I'm just a scientist, that I can't do this, or both?"

The words are falling from your lips faster than you can stop them, though as soon as they're out in the open, you find that you don't want to take them back. A sliver of annoyance quickly accompanies the fear you feel, spurred on by Shuri's determination to have you stay there.

You had been included in the plan for a reason, and that was because your skills could be utilized. And while you're still incredibly hesitant to actually agree to it, the thought of Shuri already being under the impression that you wouldn't do it because you couldn't was enough for you to let the question fly.

It clearly catches her by surprise if her raised eyebrows and frozen movements are anything to go by. She looks at you for a second, presumably trying to pinpoint the change in your disposition regarding the plan, before slowly shaking her head.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

Frustration had already been radiating off of her when you had initially joined the conversation, but now, as you seem to challenge her in the slightest in regards to what she truly thought, that frustration seems to grow.

The dynamic, unique to only you two, is being slightly stretched and warped. You were confused as to why.

The easy answer would be something along the lines of this mission being an important one, as it would lead the search to find whoever had dared to try and gain access to Wakanda. It only makes sense that she wants to make sure nothing will go wrong, but does she think that it can go wrong if you were there?

"I may be just a scientist, but I am more than capable of doing what is asked of me. Especially when it comes to Wakanda's security."

Shuri knows that better than anyone; that's something she has no problem admitting to herself. She's seen your skills put to the test multiple times, and each time, you'd come out on top. It doesn't matter if its a genuine problem that needs fixing or if it's just something she had given you to be a pest; this problem is the former.

As soon as it had happened, you had alerted Shuri…after already fixing the problem, of course. It had been one of the few times where her words were only laced with gratitude and not an *almost* endearing amount of sass. Unbeknownst to you, it had been the moment her feelings had solidified for you; seeing you explain something so complex but in a clear and concise way in order to solve the problem quicker had been…well, to put it simply, attractive. She had admired you while you had explained the problem to her, and she had only torn her gaze away when you had questioned if she was alright, much to her embarrassment.

It had been one of the only moments where she had feared that her real feelings had leaked through her words and actions, and it had only led to the fear that it would threaten the peculiar relationship between you two. It wasn't exactly fragile, but she wasn't willing to risk it.

Especially when she had no clue as to whether you viewed her as none other than a royal member who barked orders in the lab or as something else.

"I agree, you are more than capable. It's just-"

"If you agree, then why don't you want me to join you on this mission?"

Shuri's eyes widen slightly in exasperation as you interrupt her. Instead of answering, she merely walks around her station until she's standing in front of you, her eyes meeting yours in an intense look that seems almost as if she's trying to convey something.

"I never said that I *didn't* want you to join me-"

"If that's the case, then you wouldn't mind me coming along." Purely to spite you, you added on silently.

"I didn't say that either-"

A metallic thud echoing through the lab is enough to stop the conversation before it turns into one of your infamous debates that almost everyone has had a front-row seat to. The sound makes the both of you turn to Okoye, your mouth snapping shut in the face of the General's stern look of warning. She points between the two of you as if to admonish two children, which, in her eyes, you two are.

"I will not allow you two to argue the entire time and potentially compromise the mission. Get this...bickering out of your system while you're here, because first thing tomorrow morning, you two will be on your way to the States."

She says the words quickly as if to chastise you, all in an attempt to make you two stop. She's seen exactly how long the two of you can go back and forth, and if she were honest with herself, she'd say that she was growing a little tired of the obvious avoidance and dancing around the two of you were engaging in. But it seems that even the mention of an important mission isn't enough to stop the inevitable debate and bout of bickering, as all it takes is another comment from Shuri for it to start back up again.

The General can only shake her head and turn on her heel, leaving the lab with the sound of you two relentlessly throwing verbal jabs at each other floating after her.

There's more than a good chance that the mission won't cut down the amount of arguing between you, but maybe it'll be good for something else.

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The hotel's ballroom is filled with a crowd that shares the same demographic, status, and wealth, amongst other things. However, despite the homogeneity of the ball's crowd, you find that the universe may be on your side as you immediately notice a number of other attendees who have ranging shades of melanin dotting the crowd. It's a relief for two reasons: it fills that part of your chest that's used to hoping for more faces that look like your own whenever you leave Wakanda, and it also means that the majority of eyes in the room won't solely be on you.

That's not to say that there aren't any eyes on you, as you've already met more gazes than you can count that have already been focused on you, skepticizing and for the sole purpose of sizing you up. Though the weight of their gazes is bearable as you make your way through the ballroom, letting your lips curl into a smile that requires minimal effort. There’s not an ounce of sincerity behind the smile, but neither is there sincerity behind the smiles of every person in attendance. This is simply a get-together for those with deep pockets who like to pretend as if they’re satisfied in life; in truth, you can clock the competitive gazes most of them share with each other, always wondering how deep the other’s pockets are and wondering how’d they get that deep. They’re too busy comparing themselves to each other that they barely notice the unfamiliar and lone black woman with the black, floor-length ball gown and elaborately styled locs at the nape of her neck as you make your way to the open bar settled along one of the walls.

Not to mention that the kinds of people who are in attendance are usually the ones who forget the faces of those who they don't deem 'worthy enough' of their time.

But there’s one pair of eyes that you can feel burning into your skin, even as she stands at the other end of the elegant bar, the people around her trying in vain to hear her opinion on whatever tone-deaf topic they’re talking about. You have the urge to turn and look at her, possibly find a way to communicate with her that maybe she should stop looking so damn hard lest the white people around see two black women looking at each other and automatically assume that they’re together…which would make sense because you are together, but it certainly wouldn’t make it easier to be inconspicuous.

But instead of doing so, you simply smile and order the first cocktail you can think of.

“Hi, I’ll have a Rose Sangria, please.” Your words are lost amidst the other patrons giving their orders to the other bartenders, but one seems to hear you, as evident by the way she nods and sends you a stressed, and rather rehearsed, smile. She says nothing about your order, nor the way your American ‘accent’ also seems a little too rehearsed.

You hadn’t been given an entire cover story, mainly because the point was to complete the mission before you would need to explain yourself to someone, but it had been recommended that you take on some kind of alternate identity. You weren’t going to alter your appearance in any way, so the next best thing was adopting an accent for the night. Okoye had critiqued the accent you had chosen- a woman from the southern states who shortened words to fewer syllables and who also held a rather charming drawl- and had told you that while it was always better to be prepared, you may not even have to use it. And while you were perfectly content using it just this once to order a drink, solely to keep up appearances, you admittedly found yourself wanting to look over at Shuri to see her reaction to the unfamiliar accent that left your mouth.

Though it turns out that you wouldn’t have to look at her, as a confused sound echoed through your comms right after you spoke.

“Since when were you a Southern bell?”

“Uh, about a minute ago, it seems,” You mumbled, knowing that she’d be able to hear you regardless. Between one glance around the room and the next, a glass was being pushed toward you on a small napkin. You only had time to send an appreciative smile before the bartender was off to the next drink.

“And since when do we drink on missions?”

The urge to roll your eyes at Shuri’s teasing, yet curious, voice goes through you as you turn on your stool to face the room. With your back leaning against the edge of the bar, you give off the perfect appearance that you’re simply people-watching and not at all like you’re waiting on your cue to slip out of the large room and into a secured one.

“Y’all may not drink on missions, but this is my first one, so I think I have an excuse.”

“...Did you just call us ‘y’all’? Okoye, did you hear her-”

“You two are doing a lot of talking for two people who are in public.”

You make it a point to stop talking immediately, your smile growing as you offer it as a greeting to whoever’s eyes you catch. You also know that Okoye has a point and that no matter how hard you tried to seem subtle, there was always someone watching, and the last thing you needed was to be seen seemingly talking to empty air.

But in the absence of you and Shuri’s talking, you opt to let your eyes slowly roam over to where you had last seen her, which was a mistake. One that you couldn’t take back. One that you didn’t know if you wanted to take back.

Almost as if to make the mission even more difficult, the universe decides to put you and Shuri in the perfect spots on opposite sides of the room that allow you a full and unobscured view of her. The last you had seen of her had been before the gala, where she had worn a white, almost skin-tight crop top, with a black, unbuttoned collared shirt over it, and black joggers.

That outfit contrasted greatly with the suit she wore now in the best way imaginable.

The suit itself was a deep black, the collar a smooth silk material that brought out every tone of melanin that had the pleasure of being on her body. A number of jewels, undoubtedly vibranium, wrapped over and under her shoulders before forming a harness-like piece on her back…which also allowed one’s eyes a glimpse at the smooth, toned skin of her back.

Even from where you sat, you could see the sparkle of each jewel she wore- including the ones she wore as earrings. Despite the sparkles that screamed luxury and that caught the attention of nearby attendees, you were focused on her. It was hard not to; especially when she looked as good as she did.

The gloss layered on her lips reflected the slightly dimmed lights of the ballroom, and each time she nodded or moved even slightly, that same light reflected off of her smooth skin, acting as an immediate beacon for your eyes.

How in Bast’s name were you expected to go about this mission regularly when you now couldn’t tear your eyes away from her? How would you be able to convince yourself that these feelings of yours were nothing but a phase that you *needed* to get out of?

“-/N? Y/N, are you in position?”

Okoye’s voice and her words quickly broke you out of your…reverie? Daydream? Fantasy? Whatever it was, and only thrust you into another reverie. One that involved your own worries about being able to complete your part of the mission.

“I am.”

“Good, because you’ve got about a minute and 30 seconds to get to the target area. The camera feed is replaced.”

It's almost as if she literally lit a fire under your ass with the way you downed the small glass of liquor, trying your hardest to not make a face at the burn of it, before standing from your stool. Your eyes glanced once more in Shuri’s direction, only to realize with a small jolt that she was already looking at you with an undecipherable expression.

Her eyes were unabashed as they regarded you across the room, and if you were close enough, you would’ve seen the reassurance in them. It was no secret that you were more than a little nervous about this…but there was no time to dwell on those nerves. Not anymore.

“Alright. Heading up now.”

With every step you took toward the hallway, you sent a quick prayer to Bast, praying that you wouldn’t be stopped. You had seen multiple attendees pass through the doors leading to the hallways, and it was just your luck that there was also a stairwell that lead right to the floor you needed to go to. And it was an even bigger stroke of luck that the hallway was empty for the time being, allowing you to slip into the stairwell and ascend the stairs to the right floor.

You didn’t realize that you were holding your breath until you finally let go of it with a heavy sigh once the door shut behind you. The room was just the way you all expected it to be; filled with a variety of technology that looked too expensive and too advanced to be legal in the hands of its owner. The reason behind your presence just further proved that it was in the wrong hands, as a piece of technology in this room had been behind the momentary breach.

“I’ve reached the target area. Scanning for the breach’s origin.” The scan consisted of a quick tap to one of your kimoyo beads and watching as it sent out a beam of light that roamed over the entire room. Once the origin was located, the beam stopped, pointing you right in the direction and allowing you to start the next part of the mission. “I’ll alert you when I’ve downloaded the program…hello?”

The confusion in your voice quickly gave way to caution as you waited, and failed, to hear a response from either Shuri or Okoye. Their silence didn’t stop your fingers from flying over the keys of the nearest computer, effortlessly breaking through each security wall that needed to be broken and patching each one that would keep your presence a secret. While the thought of you suddenly being alone without a clue as to what Shuri or Okoye were doing made you nervous, that didn’t take away from the fact that you had a job to do. It certainly made it easier to focus on the task at hand as you rifled through the various programs on the computer, each one more advanced and more invasive than the last. Wakanda hadn’t been the only nation the program had breached, but it had certainly been the hardest.

Your eyes expertly scanned over every bit of information you could retain as your kimoyo bracelet downloaded the needed information, and it all made your eyebrows furrow in both confusion and concern. Whoever, or whatever, had created this program had done so with the sole intention of using it as a weapon, and you were willing to bet that their efforts to breach Wakanda’s security stemmed from a desire to get their hands on technology that would help.

“Can anybody hear me?” You spoke softly, quickly collecting your kimoyo beads once more before locking the computer and turning toward the door. Your steps were quick but nearly quiet as you approached the door, your mind now turning to the task of joining the gala once more undetected.

“If you can hear me, I’m on my way back to the gala. Those aren’t just regular programs, they’re some of the most secured ones I’ve seen for an American-”

Your words break off with a hitch as your steps quickly halt, and it's all because of the sudden appearance of a shadow that looms under the door to the room that you’re in. You hadn’t heard any footsteps and the appearance of it has you looking around in a panic, your eyes widening as if that could make a hiding space more apparent. Upon not seeing a space that could serve as one, you reach for the door handle with the intention of locking it…though the knob is turning and the door is opening before you can even grab it, and all you can think is ’I just completely ruined my first ever mission’.

“Oh, thank Bast you’re still here-”

“Shuri?!”

Both of your voices are whispered yells as you come face to face with the monarch, her expression undoubtedly mirroring yours in its exasperation and shock…and relief.

“I was just coming down- why haven’t you been responding?”

Shuri glances back out of the door she just closed before her eyes are landing on you. There’s a certain look of confusion and frustration in her eyes, and you’re honestly too wired to contemplate whether its because of you or not.

“Okoye did a scan of the building and it showed a series of advanced EMP’s on each floor. The kimoyo beads made it past the EMPs, but we think a virus or program originating from this room scrambles any airwave that isn’t configured to the program’s specific signature. As soon as you came in here, your comms went dead. We thought your cover was blown.”

So that explains the wide-eyed, almost worried look in her eyes as she gazes at you. Even in the face of something as concerning as a series of technological programs that could be used as weapons, you still find your heart increasing and your chest tightening at the thought of Shuri being worried.

Bast…you really need to get your priorities and emotions in check.

Your mouth opens, ready to relay to Shuri what you’ve found, only to watch as she tenses. Her shoulders raise slightly as she turns towards the door, her eyebrows raising as she seems to be listening to something you can’t quite hear yet.

“Shuri…what is it?”

She responds by grabbing your wrist, her fingers lowering to deftly wrap around your hand as she pulls you towards the door. It doesn’t take long for you to hear the same thing she hears: two sets of footsteps walking towards the door you two are behind, the wide beams of the guards’ flashlights shining underneath the door.

“Ah, sihogo,” Shuri hisses, her hand tightening slightly around yours as the footsteps grow closer. Her head turns back to the room, presumably looking for the same thing you had been looking for at her arrival: a hiding spot of some kind, or maybe an alternate route. Its apparent the second she realizes that there’s neither a hiding spot or an alternate route, as she lets out a deep sigh before clicking the lock of the door.

“Listen to me,” she starts, her hand tugging you to stand in front of her. Her eyes are slightly wide with the intention of using them to emphasize her next words; but unbeknownst to her, you have no problem concentrating on the words that leave her mouth.

“When they unlock the door, I’ll distract them long enough for you to get past them. Don’t let them see your face or even touch you- just go back to the gala, and I’ll be right behind you-”

“Shuri, we can’t fight our way out of this- that’ll draw more attention than anything!”

“There is no we- you’re going back to the gala- I’ll make sure you get by them.”

The sound of the door handle rattling followed by the confused voices of the guards adds onto the air of chaos surrounding you two. The sound makes your eyes widen while also making an almost absurd idea pop into your mind. Though as Shuri moves to push you behind her, you find the idea a little hard to verbalize.

“Let’s think about this- there has to be a better way than fighting guards in a sparkly suit, Shuri-”

“There’s nowhere to go!” She whispers back quickly, her hand raising and reaching for the necklace that encircles her neck; the same one that holds the nanotech technology of her suit. “We’re cornered in a restricted area. This is the only entrance and exit point-no windows. What do you want me to do, Y/N?”

“Kiss me.”

Her look of confusion is immediate as her head whips to look at you, her body following as she turns completely. Her proximity allows you to see the way her eyes quickly flicker to your lips before meeting yours once again, widening slightly more as she comprehends your request.

“You want me…to kiss you?”

“Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable-”

The sound of the door being unlocked goes through the room right as her lips part to offer another ruse, or maybe ask another question. You wouldn’t blame her; the ‘distraction’ seems like you’re trying to cop a feel on her under stressful circumstances, and the realization that it could be interpreted as that has you quickly shaking your head, your lips parting to take it back immediately.

The last thing you’re expecting her to do is to pull you abruptly into her chest with the hand already wrapped around yours. You certainly didn’t expect her hand to tilt your chin up while her other hand let go of yours to wound around your waist, pulling your waist flush against hers.

You sure as hell didn’t expect your next breath to be interrupted by the feeling of her lips moving against yours.

There are a number of sounds distantly registering in your brain: the door opening, the guards’ surprised exclamations, their stuttering as they grow uncomfortable with the embrace they’ve just walked in on; but none of them matter because Shuri is kissing you. Shuri is kissing you.

Shuri is kissing you, and you’re kissing her back with everything you’ve got, sacrificing each breath in exchange for another second of feeling her lips against yours.

Her hand is sliding along the length of your jaw until her long, slender fingers can wrap around the back of your neck. Her thumb stays right on the edge of your jaw, and she uses it to tilt your head further back. It only prompts your lips to part, almost on instinct, and there’s a small part of your foggy brain that’s urging you to stop before it can go any further. To spare yourself the trouble of accepting the fact that a kiss that could potentially go so far ends up being just that: a kiss done in the heat of both of you’s adrenaline and desperation for some form of diversion.

“Uh, e-excuse me. Hey!”

You pull back with a gasp, your eyes wide as you meet Shuri’s, who are just as wide as yours. Her lips have the slightest shine to them, a mixture of both of your lip balms covering them, and you can only watch breathlessly as she licks her lips with a hitched breath.

“Did you hear me? I’m gonna have to ask you two to go back downstairs-”

“We heard you,” Shuri’s voice is too steady to match the undecipherable expression on her face or the slight shakiness in her hands as she takes yours in hers. You’re being tugged towards the door before you can gain your bearings, and only Shuri’s tight grip around your hand keeps you from stumbling slightly.

“We’re leaving.”

Her steps lead the both of you to the elevator at the end of the hall, in the opposite direction of the stairwell you’d used to get there. The sound of the guards’ confused voices float down the hallway as they close and lock the door behind you two, their gazes staying on you until the elevator opens and you two step in.

Your gaze stays on the elevator doors as they close, your breath still heavier than usual. The sensation of Shuri’s lips on yours linger even when you two aren’t embracing anymore, making your lips tingle. Its borderline disorienting, as it makes your mind replay every moment leading up to and during the kiss in great detail. It nearly causes you to miss the sound of your comm’s device coming back on, Okoye’s voice sounding in you and Shuri’s ears.

”Hello? If one of you don’t respond in the next 5 seconds-”

“We’re okay, Okoye.” Shuri is quick to respond to the General, her voice still low and steady, though if the way she clears her throat means anything, you’re willing to bet that she’s just as shaken at the moment that just passed. Albeit, for different reasons; reasons that you feel like you have to apologize for.

“We’re in the elevator now. We’re on our way back to the rooms.”

The thought of finally being able to leave the gala and this role of yours behind makes a small, relieved breath leave you. But your heart only speeds up as Okoye confirms that she’ll be there as soon as you two alert her that you’re ready to leave; it gives you time to go to your own hotel room, of course, booked under a different name, and think even more about what happened. You can’t say for sure whether it's a good thing or bad thing to do, but you know it’ll happen regardless.

All of your thoughts quickly halt as you feel Shuri’s eyes land on you, and in the small space of the elevator, her heavy gaze feels as if it allows her entire presence to wrap around you.

“We’re going to have to talk about it at some point.”

Her words are patient, though there’s something in her voice that not only makes you freeze but also alludes to the fact that there are more words coming; words that you know for a fact you aren’t ready to hear.

“...You’re right. I want to apologize,” You begin, turning to face her, after schooling your features into one of impassiveness. Nonchalance. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position, Your Highness. But to be fair, I didn’t exactly want to end the night with running in heels while you knocked out two security guards-”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it, Y/N.”

She turned slightly in your direction, her eyebrows furrowed and her gaze unwavering as she did so. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and it only took a quick glance at them to see that they were clenched slightly, the veins in her arms and hands becoming slightly more prominent. Those hands that had just been pulling you closer, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss-

Your breath shakes slightly as you draw it in, and your eyes flicker away from hers. They’re too intense in the moment; you know that they can see each unspoken word and every hidden emotion you’ve tried stuffing down during the mission. You know that they’re analyzing every breath you take and every time you shift, putting all of her findings together to come to the conclusion that the kiss now took over every thought you had.

Your words are a sorry attempt at convincing yourself and Shuri as you reply, the edges of your voice shaking slightly.

"The kiss was just a diversion, I don't know what else to tell you, Your Highness-"

A flurry of movement happens in your peripheral, and as much as you want to turn to look at her, her heated gaze on the side of your face stops you. It takes everything in you to not turn and let go of the words that seem to be trapped in your throat. Instead, you focus on the climbing numbers of the elevator, willing the elevator to stop on the floor that holds both of your rooms. Willing for the doors to open so you can o to your room and maybe drown your troubles and spiraling thoughts in the cheap mini bottles that had been provided.

"You know very well that it wasn't just a distraction, and for Bast's sake, stop calling me that- I hate when you call me that-"

"What, you hate when I call you by your title? That's what you are, Shuri, you're the Queen!" Your heart beats so quickly that you can physically feel it threatening to break your rib cage. It makes your breathing slightly heavier.

"You're my Queen and I'm nothing but a scientist that you like to annoy for some Bast-forsaken reason! That's all I am- that's all we are!"

You planned for your words to be fueled by the irritation brought on by the night's events, but instead, they're only by raw emotion. The relief at finally knowing how her lips would feel on yours bleeds into your words, as well as the desperation of wanting to feel them again; the desperation for her to tell you that you’re wrong and that that isn’t all that you are.

You find your voice cracking in the slightest, and it only prompts a soft curse to fall from your mouth as you turn further away from her. The muscles of your jaw tense as you clench your teeth as if that will hold back the words that remain just at the tip of your tongue.

The silence following your words is deafening, interrupted only by the soft, incessant beeping of the elevator climbing the floors. You have to strain your ears to pick up on the sound of Shuri's breathing over your own, though you don't know why you listen for it. The one thing you need right now is space from the Queen- enough so that you can wrangle your thoughts that you had mistakenly allowed to cross the line drawn between the two of you.

But space isn't what you want, and that realization alone makes you clench your fists hard enough to leave indentations in your palms. It's all in an effort to push back the desire crawling up the length of your arms and the rest of your body, urging you to pull yourself closer to her and continue where you two had left off in that damned room.

But in order to do that, you'd have to know how Shuri felt…and she was still silent, her gaze concentrated on the profile of your being.

The subtle lurch of the elevator accompanied by its ding is your saving grace, and as soon as the doors open, you're hurriedly stepping out and in the direction of your room. Your steps are quick and nearly silent on the carpeted floors, effortlessly leaving Shuri behind to look after you with furrowed eyebrows and a downturned mouth.

"Is it? Is that all you think we are?"

You just barely have your room key out when Shuri's voice floats down the hallway to you, her voice both questioning and frustrated. It grows closer, louder, as she follows you.

"Because I don't. And I know you don't."

With a shaky hand and frustrated breath, you finally swipe it across the door's sensor before pushing it open quickly and s stepping past the threshold. The door doesn't have a chance to shut before Shuri is slinking in behind you, letting the door shut harshly behind her as you throw your bag down onto the couch. There's a line of heat on your back as you do so, courtesy of Shuri's close proximity and the effect only she has on you, and it only makes your actions choppy.

"I know you, Y/N- as much as you may think that I don't." The tense air follows the two of you further into your hotel room, moving and increasing with each breath and each word you two exchange.

It's a tension that had been building ever since you two laid eyes on each other at the beginning of the night, your gazes drawn to the other like a moth drawn to a flame in a darkened room. It's a tension that continues to grow as she continues speaking, stepping so close to you that you can feel her chest brush your back with every breath.

"Like right now. I know what you feel…because I feel the same."

Even with half your mind telling you to step away, to make space for yourself for your own sake, you find that you're unable to move; especially so when she raises her hands. The one that lands gently on your waist is used to keep you in place while the other raises and settles lightly over your heart from behind; it only makes the organ work double time, something Shuri is more than likely aware of.

"I can hear and feel how fast your heart is beating right now. The beating of my own matches yours, and it's all because of you."

Your hands clench into tight fists in an effort to keep them to yourself, disregarding the feeling of unabashed longing that travels through your body.

The way she speaks and touches you is a far cry from how the two of you interacted only earlier that morning. Then, in the comfort of the Royal Talon fighter, your regular teasing and banter filled the cabin with Okoye occasionally telling you two to take a break from said banter.

Now, the dynamic that usually existed between you two was gone. It had been smashed to pieces as soon as you two had embraced in that room and placed your lips against hers, and attempting to pick up the pieces would leave your fingers a bloody mess.

Though as she continues speaking, you find yourself wondering if picking up the pieces was something that you really wanted to do.

"I can feel each breath you take. I know how they quicken whenever I touch you… because your touch does the same to me." Her words are emphasized by her placing her flat palm against the middle of your chest, which proves her exact point as it rises and falls quickly with each, shuddering breath you take.

It feels like a beam of heat traveling through your body, all originating from where her palm presses against your skin. Her breath ghosts over the exposed skin of your shoulders as she continues, leaving a trail of goosebumps that only her touch can soothe.

"And I know…that that kiss wasn't 'just a kiss'. What I don't know is why you won't admit it to yourself or me."

The frustration in her voice quickly fades until it sounds like acute desperation mixed in with apparent longing. Her hands are gentle where they still rest against your body, and even more gentle as she uses them to turn you around to face her.

You're afraid that if you move too much, you'll wake up from whatever dream you've found yourself in, so you turn stiffly and hesitantly. Eyes raising to meet hers, you brace yourself to wake up to the sight of your room back home in Wakanda; but as they meet hers and you see the vulnerability and genuineness that seem so natural in her eyes, your heart skips.

And then when her hands raise to gently cup your face, her thumbs rubbing soothingly and almost reassuringly into the skin of your cheeks, your heart nearly stops. It's enough to make a quick breath leave your mouth, your eyes closing and your head leaning further into her palms.

"You are more to me than a mere scientist."

She tilts your head back, prompting your eyes to open and meet hers once again.

"Yes, I am a monarch. And you are a scientist…one of the best ones I've ever had the pleasure of working with. But that isn't all.

"These labels only dictate how others see us; they don't dictate how we see each other, and I want nothing more than to tell you, show you, how I see you, and how much you mean to me."

The edges of your lips are traced by her thumb as she speaks, sending a very apparent shudder down your spine; one steeped in pleasure and longing that was becoming harder to tamper down.

But then she steps more into your space, every aspect of her being invading your senses. Your breaths mingle in the small amount of space between your faces, echoing each other in terms of heaviness and pace as her hand splays against the small of your back, almost dangerously close to the zipper that holds your dress together. She lowers her head, her lips brushing just slightly over yours with a question; one that sends a shiver so intense down your spine that it pushes you closer to the Queen.

"Let me show you, sithandwa sam."

The roughness of her voice contrasts greatly with how slow and careful her hands are as they explore as much of your body as they can with you still fully clothed. They ghost over the curve of your ass, pulling you closer until your waist is flush against hers. Her eyes are half-lidded as she waits for your answer, though they’re patient. And understanding. The look in them acknowledges that this mission started off as just that, but had now quickly delved into something else.

You’re just barely able to nod when she’s leaning forward once more, her hands slow but firm where they grip you, and her lips soft but unyielding as she places them against yours. The small groan of anticipation and desire that leaves your mouth is quickly and effortlessly swallowed by Shuri’s mouth on yours.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to become an echo of the one you two shared under the guise of it being a diversion, except this one is so much more. This one is brought on by nothing but desire and longing that’s been pushed down too much by the both of you.

***

Her hands that land on the curve of your ass trail lower until both of them have a full grip, and she doesn’t hesitate in squeezing and kneading the skin that she appreciates. She takes your gasp and uses it to let her tongue explore your mouth as she walks you backwards, her hands firm while they make sure you don’t trip over anything. Your body already trembles with the anticipation of seeing how far this goes; how far Shuri is willing to go to show her sentiments physically.

Your hands raise, twisting into the fabric of her suit’s coat, using it to pull her impossibly closer. Every sense of yours feels as if its dialled to 11: you can feel every caress and squeeze of her fingers on your skin; you can hear every gasp she takes in order to continue kissing you longer; the smell of her fragrance surrounds you until you’re almost dizzy with the arousal it evokes from you; and the taste of the drinks you both had mingle to make the kiss even more intoxicating.

Her movements are quick with lust but not rushed; she makes sure to take her time unzipping your dress until the fabric is loosely sliding down your frame, leaving you in your black bra and underwear set, though it leaves little to Shuri’s imagination due to the practically see through lace. She certainly isn’t complaining as she disconnects her lips from yours, her eyes roaming hungrily over your body and the skin that's exposed. They linger on each curve, each mark, each dimple- every aspect that has a role in making you, and with every pass of her eyes, her hands follow.

If your breath shuddered before, it all but stops as her hands ghost over the shape of your breasts, her thumbs seeming to pay special attention to your nipples that push against the fabric. Each pass of her fingers over them makes a jolt of what feels like electricity streak through your body, and you don’t realize that you’re pushing yourself more into her hands until her head is dipping.

A throaty hum leaves her mouth as she presses hot, open mouthed kisses against the swell of your breasts peeking over your bra. Her hands cup both of them, almost pushing them together as she continues her ministrations on your skin. Your eyes flutter slightly, though they’re quickly drawn to the mirror across the room and how it gives you a perfect view of what she’s doing.

The sight of you standing before Shuri in nothing but a pair of underwear and a bra while she still wears her entire suit makes another wave of arousal wash over you, and it makes itself known with the warmth and slickness between your legs. Your soft breath of anticipation is only joined by Shuri’s deep inhale that only turns into a groan of her own. Your eyes remain on the mirror even as she pulls back just enough to step around you, her chest pressing to your back. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror before dipping down to take in your body once more, and its nearly impossible to keep your thighs from clenching together, the slightest bit of your stimulation making your breath hitch. But it isn’t enough. It won’t be enough until you’re shaking under Shuri’s touch; until you forget which way is up or down.

She steps forward, using her body to guide you towards the bed behind you, and as you fall onto the mattress, she doesn’t waste a second in climbing over you. Her lips are hungry as they kiss, lick, nip every inch of skin she can reach. Her path takes her down the valley between your breasts, her lips pressing against one nipplie while her hand gently kneads the other.

Her hands are gentle as she uses them to push your thighs apart, prompting a heavy breath to leave you. You can feel your own arousal dampening your underwear…and the feeling of Shuri’s tongue pressing flat against your clit through them makes them even damper.

Your hands immediately twist into the covers beneath you, your hips involuntarily bucking off of the bed. The quick breathing leaving your lips grows closer to pants of desperation as you watch her press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, her eyes closing as if she’s drawing her own pleasure from the taste of you, which she is. As much is evident in the way her eyes open, even darker than ever, and hold yours while her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your underwear. The pace with which she pulls them down makes shiver after shiver wrack down your spine.

“Shuri, please…”

There’s no hiding the pleading in your voice as your voice breaks the heavy silence, and there’s no stopping the way it quickly morphs into a small whine as you see her eyes focus on your pussy before flickering to yours and back.

“Give me a second…” Her voice is a mumble, though you can still hear the slight shakiness of it. Her eyes, half lidded with pleasure, remain on your pussy, as if she has no problem kneeling between your legs for the rest of the night and just taking in the sight of you.

“Do you know…how hard it was, watching you from across the room? Knowing that I couldn’t take you somewhere just big enough for me to have you the way I’ve been longing to? Hm?”

There’s nothing in the world- in the universe that can prepare you for the feeling of Shuri’s tongue licking a stripe through your folds, and the sound that it brings from your mouth is loud and sinful.

She doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath after that. Her fingers tighten where they’re gripping your thighs, and with a small growl in the base of her throat, she’s lifting your knees towards your ears. A gasp leaves your mouth at the action, your eyes fluttering shut as her breath puffs lightly against the slickness gathering between your legs.

“Bast, I’ve never wanted to a rip a dress so badly.”

One of her hands leaves your thigh only to replace it with yours, her fingers guiding yours to hold your thigh in the same place while hers lowers. The sensation of her fingers dipping beneath your folds, gathering every bit of your essence before spreading them. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth doesn’t stop your wanton months from spilling out, just as taking a deep breath does nothing to prepare you as you see Shuri’s head descends more.

The only warning you receive is the soft hum that leaves her mouth, and then her lips are closing over your pussy. Her tongue is dipping, caressing, and licking relentlessly, each lap bringing you to another height of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before…and that you know you’ll never experience from anyone ever again.

Your hips buck as she presses deeper, her eyes closing as she gladly looses a few seconds of breath in turn for a few more seconds of her senses being filled with you. Your taste, the feeling of your hips moving in the perfect way that allows your pussy to ride the expanse of her tongue that she gladly offers.

Time continues to distort the longer she’s buried between your legs. It speeds up and slows down as she uses her tongue and her fingers to the best of her ability to bring you to another level of pleasure, one that has your entire body trembling. It certainly helps that she continues her actions in complete silence, allowing you to hear every hum, grunt, and moan of hers as she eagerly laps up everything you have to offer. It allows you to hear every sinful sound resulting from her tongue or her fingers dipping into you before pulling out.

Two of her slender fingers press past your folds, her wrist rolling and changing the angle of them until her thumb could swipe firmly across your clit, making a ragged gasp leave your mouth. Your walls tighten around her fingers, and it brings a drawn out moan from her mouth.

Its unbelievable how well Shuri is able to read your body despite this being the first time, hopefully out of many, that she’s found pleasure and a strong desire within it. Her fingers separate with each thrust, reaching a depth within you that seems almost impossible and making a band of white appear behind your eyelids.

Your lips part on a number of moans, pants, and soft cries as you try your hardest to hold onto your sanity, though with every stroke, a piece of it crumbles away.

Her mouth is soon added into the experience, covering the entirety of your pussy as her hand speeds up. It isn’t long until your breathing speeds up, matching each thrust of her fingers as she lets her tongue run over your clit in a pattern that's…that's as disorienting as it is intoxicating. It changes from time to time, each lap gaining more meaning the closer you grow to cumming. It takes a while for your muddled and disoriented thoughts to t to put together each rotation, each sharp curl, each languid lick of her tongue; and when you finally do, your breath becomes trapped in your chest, and your orgasm is crashing over you and muddling your senses.

Your mind completely blanks as your lips part on a silent moan, your back arching away from the bed and more into Shuri’s mouth. Up becomes down and left becomes right because…as if to further prove that you’re hers, the letters her tongue spells against your clit join behind your eyelids until they form her name. Her name.

Shuri was spelling her name.

It crests over you in waves, each one more intense than the last as a ragged gasp tears from your mouth. Her fingers continue their motions, rubbing at that spongy spot inside of you that, for the time being, controls every part of your body. You can only hear static, and you don’t know if your eyes roll back completely or if you close them from the pure pleasure wracking through your body, alighting every nerve of yours on fire.

Shuri's hand that that’s holding your thigh moves until it snakes up your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps before settling on the curve of your breast, her thumb tweaking your now oversensitive nipple. It makes a jolt go through your body while also prolonging the waves of pleasure that threaten to drown you.

Your back arches off of the bed beneath you while your hand moves on its own accord, one fisting in Shuri's curls while the other clutches tightly at her hand. Her nose rubs against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, prompting you to pull her closer by her curls.

Your legs threaten to close around her head, but by sheer willpower, you manage to keep them open. But that's before your hearing returns, enabling you to hear Shuri's voice from where she’s still buried between your thighs. Her hand clutches at yours, threading your fingers together, acting almost like a lifeline for when the waves of pleasure finally take you…ironically, the waves of pleasure she’s causing.

"Breathe, usana. Breathe through it, love. Bast…you're so pretty…and you're all mine, aren't you?"

You want to answer, to confirm that you’re in fact hers in every sense of the word, but her actions suck all of the air out of the room. You think that she’s pushed you over the edge before, but then those words of praise leave her mouth…and then she angles her hand in just the right way and curls her fingers…and that's what makes the world fall away from beneath you.

Her words coupled with the vibrations they send through your core makes a choked moan fall from your lips as you attempt to follow her words. Her thumb rubs soothingly against the back of your hand, reassuring and comforting as you sag against the bed, your body shaking slightly at what it’s just gone through.

Your eyes flutter open, looking around aimlessly until they settle on Shuri. Her eyes are already on your face, her lips curled into a small, self-satisfied smile as she kisses your hipbone, then your torso. Her lips skim over each breast before she’s closing her lips over yours with a small sigh. Her body presses firmly into yours, the warmth of her body mixing with yours and only heightening your senses. When she pulls away, her eyes are still dark with desire and longing…infatuation, even, but they’re also soft. Caring. Loving. It makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You okay?”

“‘M okay,” you reply breathlessly, your head nodding slightly. You want to say that the word ‘okay’ is such an understatement for the abundance of feelings flowing through your body at this moment in time, but you’re too busy finding and identifying the number of emotions in Shuri’s gaze. Each one you find makes your gaze soften more until your lips are curling into a small smile.

“Good…because you don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”

You find it unbelievable how her words are said with a heat that contrasts so much with the soft look she gazes at you with, and your acute surprise is apparent judging from the amused look on her face. It stays there as she raises onto her knees, her hands going to the buttons of her suit jacket.

Despite the heat in her words and the way that heat slowly returns to her gaze, you find yourself letting out a soft laugh, lifting onto your elbows to grow closer to her. You only let out another one as she raises an eyebrow at you, her hands still slowly removing her own clothing.

You can see the question in her eyes, though you only place your hands on her waist, running them up her sides before you can gently caress them over her breasts. The shiver that wracks down her spine makes your smile grow, and your voice is soft but with slightest hint of teasing as you speak.

“I bet you’re glad you brought me on this mission, aren’t you?”

Shuri’s answer isn’t verbal. It’s very much physical. Though she makes sure to whisper a number of affections throughout your night together, the most important one being ‘I love you’.

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I hope you all enjoyed this! It's been a while since I've written any smut and I know I could've done better, but I really wanted to get this out. I started this one shot monthssss ago y'all, but I just remembered it and wanted to finish it before classes started!

You know the drill! Like, reblog, and please comment! I love y'all's comments! I love the interactions!

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ttoddii · 2 months

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in the water

pairing(s) – bada lee x f!reader

genre – angst to fluff

warnings – unrequited love, howl (i mentioned him once i promise), messy story, bad grammar, lowercase intended.

wc – 1.5k

a/n – i need to reset my mood after i wrote so many smut fic and hcs, so this is an attempt to get all my emotions back in check before i start writing for weaving fate. i know this is not the best and all the descriptions and plot are so so messy, and i sincerely apologize for that. i hope you enjoy.

taglist (OPEN) – @missminho; @taniio; @vvsbada; @krissysays (comment under my posts to be add/remove)

the salty air wrap your body in its embrace as you walk on the beach, one of your hand holding your shoes as you let your feet feel the sandy texture, your body weight make the sand shrink a bit as you look down at your footprints.

you could hear the sound of waves crashing down on the ocean surface as you slowly walk into the water, giggling a bit when you could feel the cold sensation touching your feet, and then your calf as the ocean hit you softly with its small waves.

it's a nice feeling, you admit, the breezy wind, the salty taste in the air.

like always, the ocean make you smile.

it's a content feeling, and you enjoy it until you look down to your feet, noticing that you seems to get further and further away from the water, the sand move through your toes as you feel like you're being push away by the ocean.

the thought make you furrow your brows a bit as you stand there, under the soft orange-ish light of the sun going down, basking in it as you stare at how you would slowly move away from what you love.

the ocean.

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you love bada, it is no secret, you didn't even bother to hide it, and you're sure to let the world know about your feelings too. you love to show your affection to her, buying her gifts, flirt with her, showering her with compliments, telling her how much you appreciate her.

your feelings are as clear as the sun,

at least, to you, and to most of the people you know.

it's a bit silly, yes, you are very vocal about your feelings, and you had told bada multiple times about it, saying that you love her, so so much.

that's why it hurt, it hurt when you see her with someone else.

your feelings to her, the sun, seems to always hide behind a cloud under bada's point of view. she never understand your feelings, or at least she pretend to not understand.

she never get why you would always be extra clingy with her, why you would always pay extra attention to her, putting her feelings and needs at the top of your priority list.

to you, bada is your ocean – true to her name – the thing you love most, and to bada, you're nothing but the sand, the sand in which she would meet, but she wouldn't bother to stay, or even worse, she would push you away with her waves.

you distant yourself from her, watching her from afar as you see how she would run up to her boyfriend, howl, the very man who she had told you she hated. a bright smile on her face as she would hug him after they didn't meet for a long time.

you distant yourself from all the conversations she would have with you, telling you about how great her boyfriend is, how he would do all the exact same things you had did before to her.

buying her gifts, complimenting her, making sure she's alright.

and you would smile listening to her.

a bitter smile.

a smile that would leave a churn up on your throat as you feel your tongue getting numb, your eyes hazy as you feel your own pitiness towards yourself.

"you have no idea, he's my dream, everything i would have ever ask for", bada say excitingly to you, expecting you to match her energy.

.....and you answer.

"that's great bada, i'm glad, i hope he treat you well"

it's a bad lie, and you're a bad liar.

not to bada, but to yourself.

you can't lie to your own feelings, not when you cried yourself to sleep that night, your body curled into a ball as you hugged yourself. your cheeks were stained with tears as you didn't bother to wipe it away, your hands holded your pillow as you would sob into it. all you want, is to not feel a thing, you want to numb all the pain in your heart.

you want to be oblivious, you don't want to know why bada didn't choose you, don't even want to know why her arms were wrapped around his neck, why her lips are placed on his as they kiss each other.

you don't want to know why you hurt so much, why your heart would feel like it's suffocating on its own, why your cheeks would feel so wet, why your hands were clenching on itself, why your own teeth were biting down on your lower lips so harshly.

you don't want to know that you love her.

and god, you really wish you never even met her.

so you move away, distancing yourself from every possible news you could hear about them. only talk to bada every once in a while, to have an update about her life as her "bestfriend".

it might be the lamest excuse, using the benefit of being her friend to stay in her life, and really, you had tried so hard to forget about your feelings towards bada, even tried to distract yourself with many other relationships.

yet you would always go back to her, right by her side, even if it hurt.

howl might be the man of bada's dream, but she clearly wasn't his, as you were notified with their official break up through her own words.

her voice cracking, and her nose sniffling as she would cry into the crook of your neck, hugging you tightly as you pat softly at the back of bada's body.

"i love him, i truly do", bada would sob, her body shaking with how hurted she feel.

"bada, he cheated", you said softly, your hand stroking bada's back as you try to calm her down "bada i love you, please don't cry, he's not worth it."

once again, you turn back to your own root, the old road that you had tried to steer away, like a cycle.

—

"hey why are you standing there", a voice pull you back to reality as you turn your head around, searching for the source of it.

a bright smile quickly appear on your face as you see bada walking over to you, her hair a bit messy as the wind blow through it, her eyes squint as she doesn't want the sand to get into her eyes.

"i'm playing with the water, want to join?", you answer, in which bada nod, her form walking closer to you before she would stand directly next to your side, her hand finds yours as she hold it tightly.

it's a nice feeling, holding bada'a hand, letting the wind embrace the both of you as you breath in the salty air.

"bada, look down", you said, your gaze move down to stare at how the waves are pushing you again, moving you away from the ocean, and you smile softly "do you see how the ocean is pushing us away? do you think that it knows how i love it so much?"

your eyes are fixated on the ground, at the white bubbles forming in the water as the waves crash down. you don't want to face bada, not after what you had asked.

maybe it is just your own delusion, your last attempt to get an answer from her, maybe she wouldn't understand your question, or maybe she does, but not as deep as you would think.

and your smile suddenly taste sour in your mouth.

the silent air surround the two of you, for a while, all you could hear is the sound of waves crashing down onto the surface of the ocean. and you give up on waiting for an answer from bada. your smile turn bitter as you see how both you and bada are now out of the water,

the ocean had pushed you away completely.

so you turn around to face bada, smiling at her to hide all your messy thoughts as you see how she is staring at you. her mouth open softly like she want to say something, her hand that is holding yours tighten a bit, and she sigh lightly, grabbing your hand as she walk towards the water again, pulling you along with her to your surprise.

"the ocean surely knows you love it with how much you had cared for it, always visit it every week", bada said, her voice soft, but she said it in a serious tone, and in your ears, almost like she's begging. her eyes stare attentively into yours as her hand hold you tight, squeezing it softly as she would stop a bit at her own words, her eyes would stare into yours, her brows furrow like she is trying to gather her own thoughts before she says again.

"and sometimes... all you have to do when the ocean is pushing you away... is to step back into the water like we just did."

your mouth pressed into a thin line as you listen to bada's words. it is a confirmation, a confirmation that she knows, a confirmation that everything you had done, is not in vain.

and to you, someone who loves the ocean, someone who loves to feel the waves hitting your feet.

to stand in the water, is a blessing to you.

#bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada swf2 #bada angst #swf2 x reader #swf2 #⟢ tod's chaos

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respectthepetty · 11 months

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as a major fan of your Thai BL list, I shall now ask about your Korean BLs! 🤩

I think I can actually trust you 😌😌

Anon Two, thanks for tag-teaming this with the previous Anon, so y'all could squeeze another list out of me. To recap, I've already given y'all:

Top GMMTV Actors

Top GMMTV Pairs

Top Five Taiwanese BLs

Top Ten Thai BLs

So what's one more? @lachikapercebe also asked for this list, but requested only my top five; however, since I already started the list without a specific target number from Anon Two, and Korea gives some of the best confessions in the genre mixed with color coding, I can't reduce the list now. It's too late for me to trim it. I am attached to each pick. They are my children, and I can't desert them, so . . .

Top Ten Korean BLs

Rising Star - Love Tractor

I don't trust Korean BLs. A majority are too short, so either the beginning is confusing or the ending is flat, but unless Love Tractor completely fumbles the second half (which it could because . . . Korea), this will be a yearly top and even possibly an overall top for its country and all BLs. It's that good to me. It's hitting all the normal K-drama notes while being oh-so-very-gay. And as a rural queer, it pleases my soul to see country life presented in such a kind and beautiful way.

#10 - Roommates of Poongduck 304

Mr. Petty Peter Jae Yoon independently earned a spot on this list. Ho Joon was a jerk and a true nemesis when the show began, but Jae Yoon started effing up Ho Joon's home life the more Ho Joon kept messing up his work life, so it was a beautiful tit-for-tat the first few episodes; then, Ho Joon lost focus and wanted a consensual workplace relationship. His father appreciating his new attitude and rejection of his ladies' man ways was a delight to witness since we all knew it was due to him falling in love with a man. And oh boy did he fall in love. That entire conversation of Jae Yoon saying it's impossible for two men to fall in love, only for Ho Joon to respond that it was impossible for him NOT to fall in love with Jae Yoon is a top tier confession for me.

#9 - Blueming

I have issues with Blueming solely due to its ending because I was just as pissed as Siwon was at Daun. Maybe even more so. All was going well; then, the end of episode nine pulled a Thai episode eleven, and DAUN TOLD HIS MOM TO PICK THE FILM! I understand men in love do dumb shit, but that was a bold choice, and a very, very, VERY wrong one. As the youths say, "that was not the move." However, the cinematography was delicious like their silhouettes with that bewitching blue backdrop and their first kiss was realistic. Pretty kisses are cool and all, but the awkwardness of desperately wanting someone yet not knowing how to physically perform is true to many people's experiences and should be spotlighted more.

#8 - Choco Milk Shake

I only trust two entities with poly: Thai director Jojo, and Korea's Strongberry, so the fact that Strongberry did not give me poly when it was so clearly laid out is the reason this show isn't in the top three. It had a supernatural plot, great characters who were all well cast, and a happy ending, so WHY NOT POLY? I don't care if the rest of the world is ready or not. I'M READY! We are getting a second season, so if I if get a kiss AND a vocal acknowledgement of Milk and Choco's love for each other when their love for Jung Woo was well established in season one, this will cement its place in my heart and on this list forever.

#7 - Light on Me

Sixteen episodes with most running about thirty minutes?! A love triangle where I could root for both love interests?! A straight boy who earned his spot at the queer table?! Light on Me had it all and then some! Looking at my various lists, it's clear I am not fond of high school dramas, yet I was seated twice a week to see how our neurodivergent baby boy, Tae Kyung, fared that week in his adventure through social norms and annoyances, like trying to help a fellow peer by giving him back the dildo he dropped in the hallway, but getting yelled at instead. I was not Team Shin Woo until that cellphone confession, and then all I could see was Shin Woo. I'm telling y'all, Korea understands how to confess its unwavering love. Gets me every time!

#6 - The New Employee

As the BL fandom continues to evolve and expand, we will get more BLs geared toward adults and workplace dramas, but hopefully, they take the approach that The New Employee (and Thailand's Step by Step) did and make the work environment part of the drama. Working adults, sadly, spend a majority of their time at work, so finding love at one's job seems reasonable, but if anyone has experienced coworkers breaking up, that shit can get rough, real quick. So having to navigate a relationship with someone you work with, especially someone of a higher authority position, ON TOP OF being queer can be stressful, and is something I want more BLs to explore. There are levels to being out, and for most queers, being out at the job is not a possibility, but finding love anywhere is always a possibility, particularly for our late 20-something virgins.

#5 - Semantic Error

The fact that this came out in 2022 is beyond my understanding only because it seems like I have appreciated it for at least five years. This has become a comfort watch when it first started as a "nothing else is on" watch. I have never cared so much about honorifics in my life as I did watching the slow transition of Sang Woo’s emotional walls crumbling under Jae Young’s affection through language. As much as I hated the idea of forced collaboration (aka group projects), seeing the way Jae Young squirmed his way into Sang Woo’s every waking thought and had him seeing red to the point that Sang Woo was saving screenshots of Jae Young’s Instagram posts was a delight and one of the major reasons I keep returning to it. But the layered confession about Sang Woo finding Jae Young, a man, attractive which lead to Jae Young's countdown kiss is, once again, the reason Korean BLs win in the confession department.

#4 - The Eighth Sense

I'm still really bothered by some of the discourse that came out of this show about how it was better than everything else ever because the comments were reductive about the BL genre, yet some of the comments resonated with elements I loved about the series, mainly its look at mental health and trauma. It was a beautiful show, but the message it carried throughout about depression being isolating and taking the light out of people's lives hit me in a way that if this was the Thai list, I would have left it off because it felt like a personal attack. Wanting someone to save you from yourself, but terrified to drag them down with you was not the plot I wanted, but was the story a lot of us needed to see. We also needed to witness someone actively going to therapy. Let's continue this trend!

#3 - Our Dating Sim

"Have you been well . . . without me?" - Put this on my tombstone because I died and came back to life from this utterance alone. Episode four was already killing me, but once Eddy snapped and allowed all his emotions to spill out in front of Ian, the show came for all my past lives and future ones too. Deceased. I wrote this about the show while it was airing, but no other show has done the leave-him-because-I-love-him plot as well as Our Dating Sim. This show nailed it then made a billboard to boast about it because it was perfection. Ian's reasons for leaving were valid, but the show really shined by allowing Eddy to voice his anger at being ghosted for seven years by his best friend and someone he loved. It even touched on the trust issues that stem from someone saying he loves you only to abandon you. Just know I have NOT been well since this ended.

#2 - To My Star 1 & 2

The first season was almost perfect. The cat/dog energy, the "If it's hard for you, I'll come to you" confession, and the budding kink of Ji Woo kissing a tiny bloody wound on Seo Joon all served in a quick nine episodes gave me everything I needed, so I thought this would be my #1 the second season two was announced, but understand the sequel hurt me. The foundation was great: everyone came back, it had more episodes, the episodes were longer, and the conflict always existed in the first series, so a last-minute twist wasn’t invented. Yet, every single episode hurt. Much like I Told Sunset About You, it was realistic to the point that I expected it to end with pain. If season two was its own show and not a sequel to one of my favorites, it would have ranked higher because it was beautiful, but knowing the magic the first series possessed, and having to be a bystander to all the angst for EVERY EPISODE WITH NO RELIEF was tough. But, somehow, here I am secretly hoping we get blessed with a third series. That’s the power of the Star.

#1 - Long Time No See

Small flex - I've been involved with an international queer film festival for over a decade. I've seen easily over 1,000 pieces of queer media including feature films, short films, and documentaries through the screening process, which only adds to my always growing personal watched list. Long Time No See was one of those films. It didn't make it into the festival because I think it was already available on a streaming platform (maybe?), but it was a top for me then, and it's still a top for me now. Is it a BL? Not really. Is it a show? No, it's more like a two-part movie. So why am I allowing it to reign at the top of this list? BECAUSE IT IS AMAZING! In 2017, we were still getting the bury your gays trope shoved down our throats, so a film about two assassins getting a happy ending was a miracle. I read comments from some who did not like the portrayal of "toxic love" but were probably fine with Mr. and Mrs. Smith beating each other with cooking utensils for all the world's children to see, so God forbid, the queers do anything like want to kill AND fuck each other. Niña, Pinta, and Santa María, LET THE GAYS DO CRIMES TOO! Oh, and it's Strongberry, so because of this film - In Strongberry I trust.

#top korean bls #long time no see #to my star #our dating sim #the eighth sense #semantic error #the new employee #light on me #choco milk shake #blueming #roommates of poongduck 304 #love tractor #korean bls #in strongberry we trust

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sapphos-ode · 10 months

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Better Than Gold

Larissa Weems bonus scene here

A great big thank you to @h-doodles for this post which inspired this monster of a fic, 6.7k words, I love ice skating and saw her little bit abt an ice skating au. And here we are! I hope you enjoy! For those of you who know skating, I apologise if I got any details wrong- I just grabbed all the info from google. ALSO I proofread this for once! Pls be proud of me

To say you were a prodigy was an understatement, it also undermined the countless hours of your life you dedicated to your sport. Discarding the blood, sweat, and tears it took from you. To say you were naturally gifted was a limited compliment - natural talent would only carry you so far. It had given you a running start but the rest was all you - your very soul was embedded into those silver blades. And it would always remain there in some way shape or form. Retiring at the age of 26 was a hard decision but as with many sports it took a toll on your body and to push yourself too far was just as bad as throwing in the towel when things didn’t go your way for the first time.

Your mother’s ever persistent insistence that you achieved nothing less than absolute perfection also influenced your career path - she wasn’t able to make it as a figure skater and in lieu of that was hell bent on achieving her dreams through you. Yet no matter how overbearing she could be, no matter how much she forced you to keep going when your lungs burnt, your muscles seized, and your mind numb, it couldn’t taint the love you held for the ice. Part of you truly believe you were made to skate. And that was true.

And so from as early as you can remember you had been skating. People often talked of a stuffed toy they’ve had since birth, or of a childhood friend that was more of a sibling to them - but you didn’t have that, you had ice skates. And sometimes you think you spent more of your life at the ice rink than you did at home. Occasionally you’ll grieve the life you could have had, the career you had wanted for yourself. But the ice will always call to you and you’ll remember your passion for it.

You had left the profession after finally winning - finally earning that gold medal. Years upon years of being awarded bronze, or silver, of falling short of that podium finally culminated in earning that golden disc. None of it was good enough for you - for your mother (need we mention she achieved silver once and only once) until you came out on top. That victory was cathartic and after competing in a few lower level events you had decided to leave with grace. You were not hungry for fame or success. You were happy with what you had accomplished and you thought it was high time to step down. Much to your mother’s disappointment, it’s a shame, you would think, you wouldn’t have been where you were now if it were not for her but at the same time you resented her. For carving your life for you before you could even walk, but at the same time you were in her debt. The ice was home for you. And only because she had pushed you to it all those years ago.

It was safe to say you were a celebrity within the skating world. Any World Champion would be. But in the grand scheme of things you were just you - often recognised by skating fans but if people weren’t into the sport then you were just another face in the crowd. And for that you were thankful.

You’re now 28, and after taking up many coaching gigs in those two years, you opted to move to a quaint town in Vermont. It was starkly different from the busy towns you were used to. But you enjoyed the quiet slow nature, it was a welcome breath of fresh air - and you even had a delightful job as a barista in a coffee shop. The town also had a local ice rink but that didn’t influence your decision to move there. Not at all, no. Absolutely not.

It was actually an old family friend who had suggested moving to Jericho, he was a fencing coach at a local boarding school - but was a skating fanatic and had a great well of knowledge on the sport too. He dabbled occasionally in skate coaching. He had gone to high school with your mother and they had kept in touch over the years. He was always fond of you. And you of him.

It was early Saturday Morning, the rink was empty save for a few people getting an extra coaching session in. You stand at the side, soaking in the environment - usually you abhorred fluorescent lighting but it was an old comfort in the arena. The cold bit at your cheeks but you were so accustomed to it that you’d be concerned if it affected you. Clad in simple clothes aimed for comfort you didn’t stand out. Part of you missed your competition outfits - they made you feel pretty. But they were part of your past now, you doubted you’d ever wear them again. With a sigh you step out into the ice and take to it like a duck takes to water.

You perform the sequence from the year you had won the Worlds. You could never forget it- not when it had earnt a very impressive combined score of 269.78, you had been given 91.42 in the free skate, and 178.36 in the long skate. In short you blew the competition out of the water. You had attempted the quadruple axel and you had almost done it successfully- you had fallen a fraction of a rotation short. But that didn’t take from your triumph. You still walked away from the competition with a gold medal to your name.

Back then it had to be perfect - but now it came to you much easier and you were able to enjoy it without the pressure of failure looming over you. You ignore the occasional stare from those training on the rink - no doubt they recognised you. You were lost in the rhythm coming from your earphones as you started another sequence, from your teen years that had you qualify for nationals. That seemed so long ago - the ecstatic feeling from getting through the qualifiers was no less powerful than winning the Worlds. To you each win was just as important.

Your music fades as you hold your pose for a second before aimlessly ambling back to the edge of the rink. A movement catches your eye and you look up to see an old friend, Elijah, clapping as he beams at you.

“Been a while,” he greets you with a lopsided grin as you pull an earphone out, letting it dangle across your chest.

Whilst you primarily competed in the women’s single category, you had entered a good handful of competitions in the pairs category with him. You were quite the duo. And he had just as many achievements under his belt as you.

“Indeed it has,” you’re a little out of breath and sweaty but you go to hug him tightly nonetheless.

Embracing him was grounding, you loved the new town and change of pace but the familiarity of him was welcome. You really had missed him.

“You’re a little rusty though,” he takes a verbal dig at you.

“Shut up, I could be in top form in seconds if I wanted to,” you step back and take him in.

He’d let his hair grow since you’d last seen him, a tousled black mess.

“I know you could,” his words are sincere, “how’ve you been?”

The pair of you head off to the lockers.

You find yourselves in the Weathervane, catching up on two years worth of life over damn good coffee.

“So you’re here for a local skate comp?”

“Yep, it’s no Olympics or Worlds, but sometimes it’s nice to enjoy the sport when it’s not high stakes, you know? I’m just gonna spectate,” he swirls his drink in the cup, “you should sign up though,”

“Nah, competitive skating isn’t for me anymore,” you wave him off as you watch the people milling around outside, and just then Vlad walks past, he catches your eye and waves with a smile which you return.

“No other reason then?” You eye Elijah with a knowing smirk. He definitely had seen the vampire walk past, and had clammed up. You let out a cackle at him, reveling in his awkwardness.

“Shut up, and I’m not here because he’s helping coach- oh shit, oh shit! He’s coming over, Atikah help, he’s so close- ”

“Atikah! And little Elijah, how nice to bump into you here,” his accent gave you the same comfort as hugging Elijah did.

“Likewise,” you purr, aware of Elijah’s face now beet red, stunned into silence. “You know, I heard there’s a local skate competition, you wouldn’t happen to be coaching?”

“Ah yes, you would be correct,” Vlad’s eyes seemed to light up at the mere mention, “yourselves?”

Just as you’re about to answer Larissa Weems sidles up to Vlad and now it’s your turn to blush furiously.

That damned woman had been on your mind as of late. She was breathtaking, with silky blonde locks always styled in an intricate updo and blue eyes that had you lost, swimming in them. Not to mention those tantalising red painted lips. You swear the colour red was created specifically for that woman because by god did it look amazing on her.

“Hello Atikah,” she cooed.

And her voice! It was soothing and delicate, and unbearably feminine yet commanding. Her English accent was the cherry on top. You could listen to her for hours on end without ever tiring of the sound. You must have been staring in silence for too long because Elijah nudged your leg under the table. Giving you an odd look.

You clear your throat, your cheeks feeling hot, “Larissa! It’s lovely to see you again,” you hope you masked the quiver in your voice.

The smile she gives you has you weak in the knees and you’re thankful for being seated, you simply adore the way her eyes crinkle at the corner and her laugh lines become more pronounced when she smiles. If the gods walked the earth then she was Aphrodite without a doubt.

“You two know each other!? Wonderful, I hate introducing people,” Vlad chimes in, looking between the two of you. Then at Elijah, “this is my boss, Principal Larissa Weems,”

The poor guy only manages to nod not looking at Larissa, his oak brown eyes trained on Vlad and Vlad only.

There’s a stilted silence now and you’re quick to break it.

“We were just talking about a local skating event, Vlad’s coaching and Elijah here is gonna volunteer too,”

“Skating!?” Larissa seems to perk up at the mention. You didn’t know she was interested in it, and now you’re even more intrigued by the woman.

“I was what now?” Elijah interjects, panic beginning to set in his face.

“I have the details, I’ll share them with you, let us grab drinks first. We’ll join you two,” Vlad replies, his tone chipper. “Your usual?” He looks to Larissa who nods before taking a seat next to you.

She slides into the booth stopping when she’s very close to you. Your heart is running wild in your chest.

“So, you like ice skating?” You attempt to make conversation as Vlad heads to the counter. Elijah is completely out of action, too busy watching the man’s retreating from.

Larissa hums out a yes as she shrugs off her coat. Part of a matching set with her dress, as usual she’s dressed to the nines effortlessly. Not that you mind.

You’ve been in Jericho for a few months now; and with Larissa being a regular you quickly became acquaintances and then your crush had formed. Hard and fast. How could it not when Larissa was this ethereal human, she was angelic. Her presence commanded the room’s attention without her having to speak a word. And the confidence she had was intoxicating. If she asked the oceans to part they would obey mindlessly.

A week into working at the Weathervane you had begun to exchange friendly banter, by the second week you’d time your breaks so you’d be able to spend them with her when she visited, the same time everyday. The third week you always seemed to be at the Weathervane, picking up something you’d forgot during your shift just as she would walk in, and she’d always invite you to join her, always choosing to sit next to you instead of across. You never once said no to her. You don’t think you could.

Your coworkers had caught onto your fancy before you had and they teased you relentlessly for it. You felt a chemistry between you but you wouldn’t allow yourself to really believe it. What on earth would an older woman like Larissa Weems see in you? Other than a friend.

That didn’t mean you didn’t notice when she’d place a hand on your arm when she’d laugh at a bad joke you'd made or how she manages to always be served by you. Or how she’d always have her first sip at the counter and sigh in pleasure, saying some variation of how you had made her drink perfectly with a wink. You also noticed how whenever you’d look over to her she’d always be looking at you. But she was just being friendly.

“How’s you and Nevermore?”

“Nevermore is doing just swell, and I’m not too bad myself,” she readjust herself in her seat and you swear she ends up sitting a little closer to you.

“So you know Vlad?” She asks, curious.

“Old family friend, he’s like an uncle to me,” you answer simply.

You engage in some light conversation until Vlad returns with a quad and a hot chocolate, he shimmies in next to Elijah who has now rejoined earth from whatever daydream revolving around the vampire he was having.

“Let’s get to it then,” he claps his hands and procures some papers from his jacket pocket. Elijah startles at this and then remembers how you had thrown him under the bus. He mutters something under his breath, no doubt cursing you, as he rummages for a pen in his pocket and busies himself filling out the coaching form.

“The comp’s a small one, there’s a month until qualifiers then two weeks until the main event!” He skims over the documents, “plenty of time for you to be in top form,” he looks at you with a wide smile.

“Oh, no, I’m not entering- ”

“You skate?” Larissa’s voice is tinged with a little bit of disbelief and dare you say excitement too? She’s looking at you with doe eyes, and childlike amazement.

“No- yes, but no- I- Well, I do. A little-” you begin to fall over your words. You were always humble- your mother would say too humble, where she was parading your achievements as if they were her own, you would graciously accept the congratulations and flowers sent your way.

“Nonsense!” Vlad puts you out of your misery, only to create a new one, “She’s only a worl- ”

“I competed here and there when I was younger,” you cut off the vampire and pray he keeps his mouth shut. He does but he now gives you a knowing look. You hate how he can read you like an open book. During this interaction Larissa looks between the two of you with rapt attention.

“I’ve always loved skating,” Larissa muses, a fond look in her eyes, “you should let me see you skate one day,” she tilts her head to the side a little and regards you through her lashes, leaning in a little. She was intoxicating, like fentanyl- and you’d happily become addicted if she let you.

“The competition would be perfect!”

“My competition days are behind me!” Your voice is a little louder than you had intended and it effectively silences everyone, “Just… I prefer to skate as a pastime,” you hope that takes away the unintentional edge to your statement.

“Sure they are little Attie,” Vlad chuckles, he looks like he’s plotting something. You bristle at the pet name, normally you would like it but Larissa was present and you didn’t want to be embarrassed.

“A shame,” Larissa pouts a little and now you feel bad. You didn’t want to disappoint her.

“I’ll think on it,” you say with your eyes trained on her, she seems to smile at this.

“Done!” Elijah, having been engrossed in the form, finally speaks. Seemingly missing the entire conversation.

Vlad tells him well done and Elijah seems to glow with pride.

“What days is the competition?” You ask quietly.

“Ehm, it’s the first Friday of December,” Vlad reads off of your friend’s form. Leaning in a little to do so, you’re certain he caught how Elijah’s breath caught in his throat. If the little smirk on the vampire's face is anything to go off of.

“Oh,” Larissa pops up ruefully, “I’m always busy in December,”

You absolutely despise the despondent tone in her voice.

Larissa had taken a sip of her drink and hummed in contentment, “as good as always, but I have to say you make it the best,” she shoots you a wink which has you flustered and averting your gaze as another blush creeps up onto your face.

From there the four of you talk about what’s happening in your current life, the inner workings of Jericho and whatever topics you can come up with.

Later on that day Larissa sat in her quarters, some nitty gritty detective series playing but she wasn’t paying it much attention. She was looking at her phone, your facebook profile had appeared in her ‘suggested’ (she’d gone onto Vlad’s profile and searched for you) and her finger hovered above the blue ‘add friend’ button.

As per usual you were in her mind rent free, despite your guarded stance she had gathered you were an athlete and had competed at a high level, she wanted to know more. In hindsight it made sense for you to be athletic, given by those very appealing toned legs, and those thighs of yours… Larissa caught herself before her thoughts took a spicy turn.

She decided not to send a friend request. That was too forward - she worried you’d think she was a stalker. Your only mutual friend was Vlad.

If Larissa had sent the request, you wouldn’t have ever seen it anyways. You never used Facebook, it was too boomer-ish. You were more of an Instagram girly.

“Meet me at Lake Jericho in 10,” you forgo saying hello to Elijah.

“What?”

“Bring your skates,” you carry on. Not waiting for him to compute what you’re saying.

“Babes, the hotels a 20 minute drive from the lake?”

“Be there in 10 minutes, a second later and I’ll skelp you,”

You hang up. Leaving static ringing in Elijah’s ear.

“That girl, I swear to god,” he starts muttering as he looks for his skates and car keys.

It had been just less than a month since you had met Vlad and Larissa at the Weathervane. The cafe had seen an influx of business however, so you hadn’t had any time to skate given you had worked extra to help out. But now you had a few days off and decided to make the most of it.

You hadn’t expected Elijah to actually make the drive in ten minutes yet he did. He was on time. You don’t dare ask how fast he was going on the roads.

“Girl, what the hell is this about?” He’s yelling from the small car park - it’s just a wider part of the road on the grass embankment filled with gravel. It can hold two cars.

“I’ve signed up for the comp,” you holler back at him. You don’t bother watching how he stops mid step, mouth agape and eyes wide.

You pick up a large rock and chuck it onto the frozen lake. You throw a few more all landing in different areas - satisfied with the noise they all make you deem the ice thick enough to skate on.

“I thought you weren’t competing?”

“Yeah, well, I changed my mind,” you call over your shoulder as you take off the guards on your skates and fly onto the ice.

Elijah takes a few minutes to lace up his own skates before he slides up next to you, matching Your pace and tempo as you just glide across the lake’s surface.

“What changed your mind, or rather,” he gives you a pointed look, “who?”

You roll your eyes at him before taking a sharp turn. Leaving him in your proverbial dust.

“She told me she had cleared her schedule for the day of the comp,” you explain once he’s back by your side. You recall fondly how excited she was about being able to go.

“And you’re joining because…?”

You scoff. Must you really spell it out? You had hung out at your flat after your impromptu meeting with the Nevermore teachers, and given him the rundown on your crush.

“Given that I have literally negative rizz,” you look at him expecting him to disagree with you. But he just nods, “ouch. Well, I have no flirting game, and she makes me so nervous but!” You pause for dramatic effect.

“You’re killing me,” Elijah’s tone is flat as he gathers his hair into a stubby ponytail to keep it out his face.

“She’s gonna be there, so I could wow her with my skating! Really grab her attention,” you finish excitedly.

Elijah laughs.

“Whore,” you hiss at him.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” He holds his hands up, “I think it’s a brilliant idea! Obviously you don’t need to worry about the others, you’ll win the comp and her heart,”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you mutter dryly. Before breaking out into a fit of giggles.

You spend the day skating, not really practicing. More just enjoying yourselves and discussing strategies to win Larissa over. Occasionally performing old routines together. Part of you sings out for the thrill of the competition… you could still go back to professional skating. You miss it. Kind of.

The pair of you only stop dancing over the ice once the sun has set and it’s too dark to skate - also the pair of you were starting to get hangry.

You part ways at your cars.

You knock on the door of room number 219 and stand back. Waiting for Elijah to answer. You hear shuffling before the latch is undone and the door swings open. The qualifiers had happened earlier in the week and assignments for coaches and such was happening tomorrow. The results were just released.

In the week between your lake session with Elijah and now you’d dedicated yourself to skating and had cleaned your skills up. You weren’t at the level you were during your time competing but you had definitely sharpened up.

“Yo? Attie what’s up? It’s so early?” His voice is groggy and he’s clad in only his top and boxers.

“It’s 3pm, anyways!” You stand up straighter, excited, “I made it!”

“What?”

“The comp, you twat,” you roll your eyes, he was so slow sometimes.

Silence.

A little more silence.

“Oh? Oh!” He hugs you and you’re eager to return it. “Well done!!! But I mean, you qualifying was a given,”

“Some of the others were really good,”

“It’s a town competition, you’re literally a world champion, and you probbaly have the makings to go again for next year,”

“Still,” you hum, you look into his hotel room, the curtains are drawn and clothes are strewn on the floor. Your eyes trail up to the bed where Vlad is slowly beginning to stir.

“Elijah,” your voice is a harsh whisper.

You get a muffled grumble.

“Elijah!” Said more urgently this time.

“What?”

“Vlad.”

“Vlad?” He loosens his hold on you, “Vlad!”

You pull out the hug and hold his shoulders.

“You and Vlad? Are you?”

“…uhm… yes?”

“You lucky motherfucker! How the hell did you manage that?”

“Oh, ha… well uhm…”

At this point Vlad was fully awake and now looking at you. Like a deer in headlights before he gives you a sheepish grin.

“Atikah, goodmorning.” He gets out the bed, thank the gods he has boxers on, and moseys over to the pair of you.

“Good afternoon,” you speak slowly, letting go of Elijah and he shuffles up next to Vlad. “How long?”

“It’s recent, about a week or so,” Vlad answers.

You remain silent for a second before smiling and taking them both into a hug.

“About damn time,”

The three of you enjoy eachothers arms before Vlad plucks himself out of the tangle of limbs.

“What’s the goss?”

“Atikah’s planning on wooing your boss at the skating competition,” Elijah states it so calmly as if commenting on the weather.

You on the other hand feel like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“Dude shut up- ”

“Ah! I knew it,” your eyes snap onto Vlad’s, “it’s clear as day you’ve got a thing for her, she’s a lovely woman. You have good taste,”

“You knew? Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,”

You press your lips into a thin line as you slip into your own mind. Did Larissa know?! Oh god. That’s it. You need to move town.

“Goodbye,” you turn tail and take a prompt exit. Leaving the two men sharing confused looks.

It’s Thursday, the day before the competition and you’re at the Weathervane pulling in a shift. Covering for a coworker who had taken ill, you knew the other competitors would be cram training but you were confident - and rightly so - in your skills.

You’re busy cleaning something when the bell rings signaling a customer, you don’t need to look up to know it’s Larissa, at her usual time as always.

“Hello again, Attie,” you flush at the nickname as you look up into her eyes. She’s wearing another of her stunning dresses with a complimenting jacket that reaches just above her knees. She has a scarf bundled around her neck and a pair of beige leather gloves shelter her hands from the cold outside.

She had begun using that nickname for you after she had heard Vlad using it. And you loved it, you didn’t have the confidence to do the same for her, but in your head you affectionately called her Rissa. You wonder if she liked nicknames.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Larissa,” you chirp. Already starting on making her hot chocolate. You liked to put an extra scoop of the powder in for her. It was your little secret.

“Am I not allowed to drop by to see my darling dearest?” She purrs.

You can’t fight the blush on your face, “I suppose you are,” you watch the milk as you steam it, “looking forward to tomorrow?”

“I can hardly wait,” the enthusiasm and eagerness thick in her voice. You smile at this, it was so sweet and endearing.

You pour the milk into a mug. “On the house.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to- ”

“I know, but I want to,”

You hold the mug out to her and she takes a moment, slowly pulling her gloves off to reveal slender fingers. Her hands brushing over your own as she takes the cup, your breath catches in your throat at the contact and Larissa notices. She sends you a sly smile as she lifts the cup to her mouth and takes a drink. Purring with satisfaction as she feels the warm liquid travel through her chest.

“Divine as always, Atikah,” she sends you a wink before taking her seat, your eyes never leaving her. You could swear she puts a little more sway into her hips.

“Lovesick,” you jump as you hear Tyler lean into your ear and whisper.

“I am not,” you grumble. Only earning a laugh in response.

You look back over to where Larissa has sat down and find her gazing at you already, her eyes intense with some sort of emotion you can’t quite place. You offer her a shy smile before you have to tear your gaze away to greet another customer who had just walked in. Larissa’s eyes don’t leave you.

No matter what level you were competing at, you were always riddled with nerves and some nausea before it commenced. You had turned up at the allocated time and started to warm up with the other competitors. Your mother had somehow caught wind of your participation - Vlad blabbed. And was standing down with the coaches in the benches.

You were wearing an old costume. It wasn't anything extravagant but it was eye-catching. And fitted very nicely to your figure. Although right now it hid under an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Elijah many years ago.

You let yourself come to a natural stop as you watch your mother conversing with Vlad and Elijah. You hadn’t really talked to her much since you had retired. And to be honest you could do without talking to her. However, ignoring your mother wasn’t a smart move. Sooner or later you’d have to greet her.

Shaking your head lightly you start to skate again, being mindful of the others as you let your body make the decisions, performing any old jump or turn it felt like. In no time you were back in a state of calmness - the ice was your home at the end of the day.

An announcement is called over the tannoy and everyone slowly heads off the rink. Making their way over to their coaches for last minute advice. You scan the bleachers that have started to fill, looking for a certain blonde woman. In no time you find her, it’s hard to miss her towering stature. And suddenly you’re nervous for an entirely different reason. You pray that you don’t fall on your face when you’re performing. You slip off the ice before Larissa has taken her seat, before she can spot you.

You had managed to get Elijah as your coach, meaning he got an easy out to spend more time with Vlad and help coach his participant. You head over to him, and consequently your mother, the vampire had disappeared over to the young man he was assigned.

“Surely this competition is below you?”

“Hello to you too,” you shoot back wryly.

Elijah just looks between you awkwardly.

Your mother just gives you a strained smile before standing at the glass on the edge of the rink as the men’s single category starts.

The competition isn’t huge but it’s not small. The men’s category finished soon and then it’s the women’s single. Followed by the pairs. The whole time you watch Larissa, all though there was a fair distance between you, you could make out her expression. And it warmed your heart when it filled with glee, a huge grin on her face that never left. She was completely and truly captivated by each and every performance. Clapping with enthusiasm.

Before you know it, the junior women’s singles is over, and it’s onto the senior women’s.

“Did you tell Larissa you were competing?” Elijah leans in, whispering quietly.

Your mother had moved back next to you, still standing with perfect posture. Scrutinising each and every skater, making underhanded comments. Some things never change.

“No, and I’m nervous… like really nervous,”

“You’re fine, you’ll ace it like you always do,”

“Thanks Eli,” your voice was sincere.

You fall into silence.

“Do you think I’m a dick?”

“Sorry what?” Elijah chokes on his water bottle.

“I mean… I won the World’s, I don’t wanna rob someone of their medal here… it is a small town event,”

“Nah,”

“Nah? I think I’m a dick,”

“Nah, you’re just… wanting to step back into competing, slowly. And this is your first step,”

“Okay…” you’re not convinced. And guilt begins to eat at you.

“Next up, we have…” the announcer pauses for a second, a hush falls over the crowd, “the Atikah Karnstein?” He sounds confused.

You look at Elijah before standing up and heading to the rink. Your transition from walking to skating is fluid and you seem to just float onto the ice. In that moment you enter a focused mode you haven’t been in since you performed at the World’s and took home gold.

Larissa stilled when she heard your name, and her eyes blew wide as she watched your form enter the ice rink. Around her she heard whispers.

“The Atikah Karnstein?”

“Like as in Thalia Karnstein’s daughter?”

“Apparently her mum never won gold, and pushed her daughter to do it… since she couldn’t,”

“What’s a world champ doing here?”

“I’ve always wanted to see her perform, she retired before I could!”

Larissa looked around, soaking in the snippets she was hearing about you. Surely not? Surely you would have told her you were a professional? And one of the best by the sounds of it.

Before she can think more on it the music starts and her eyes are focused back on you. Her heart in her throat with anticipation. And that’s when she noticed just how lovely your dress fit you… you looked like some kind of angel? No, not quite right, a siren more like. An enchantress, and Larissa was certainly enchanted. She was enchanted the day you had had her order ready for her the second she had reached the counter.

She can’t tear her eyes off of you, she doesn’t even dare to blink. You navigate the ring with grace and elegance. Flying through the air with ease. Larissa’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she becomes ensnared in you. Your face is lax, almost melancholy as you let the music seep into your bones and lead your dance.

You make eye contact with her and time seems to freeze. Larissa gasps audibly, eyes wide. Then suddenly you’ve taken to the air off of the outside edge of your left blade. Your body twirls in the air, once, twice, thrice, four times, and then… a half rotation. You land with force but you make it look featherlight, the outer edge of your right blade hits the ice first as you now face the other way, soaring across the ice.

All around her the crowd erupts with such a strong fervor Larissa jumps in fright. Before breaking out into a cheer for you. She loved skating but didn’t know much of the technicalities.

You block out the screams and applause as you sink to your knees not losing momentum, you lean your entire body back, your eyes close and your arms stretch above your head as they trail across the ice behind you, it looked as if your wrists had been tied to a bedpost… it was sensual and to Larissa, arousing. You come to a gradual halt. You hold the pose for a second before rising slowly. You're back in the middle of the rink facing the judges, and only once you’ve bowed and left do you rush into Elijah’s arms screaming with joy.

What you had failed at the World Championships you had completed at a small town competition. So many emotions run through you that you fail to realise Larissa had left her seat and had made it down to the benches within seconds. She stands to the side letting you celebrate with Elijah.

It’s then that she notices a woman, in her early sixties by the looks of it and the spitting image of you. She had aged gracefully and held a serene look on her face. That must be your mother, and she sees now where you got your beauty from.

“What the actual fuck Atikah!!!”

Larissa is drawn from her musings by Elijah screaming over the still ongoing applause that had taken over the stadium.

“Where did you pull that quad axel from?”

“I don’t know! But I did it!” You look like you’re about to burst from excitement. Chest heaving as you hug Elijah again.

The crowd had settled and the next skater was called up. But no one in your group pays attention.

By now Vlad has made his way over next to Larissa. He quietly explains everything and Larissa is in another state of shock, her eyes wide as saucers as she looks at your form. He then pressed a bouquet of flowers, that he had been hiding behind his back, into Larissa’s hands.

“For your little swan,” is all he says before walking over to you and sweeping you into an embrace.

Once he set you down and congratulated you, you looked up to where Larissa was sitting to find her seat empty. You frown a little before a hand is on your shoulder and spinning you around.

You come face to face with the one and only Larissa Weems.

“Hi,” is all you manage to say. A blush taking over your face.

“Absolutely divine,” is all she can say before offering the flowers to you. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. Leaving a perfect red lipstick stain in the shape of her lips. Larissa’s quite proud of her mark on you. Clear as day for anyone to see.

You’re left speechless before you accept the flowers then rope her into the tightest hug ever. You do have to go onto your tiptoes as best you can, the skates only add so much to your height and Larissa is very tall. Her arms feel so right wrapped around you.

When you break the embrace Larissa has an ocean of questions but you silence her and lead her, hand in hand, to the edge of the rink so she can have a front row seat. You overhear your mother saying something about a flight she has to catch, vaguely you think you hear her congratulate her in her own way - ‘there were a few turns you need to work on, but overall it was good. Tidy up that quad axel though’ that was as much of a praise you’d ever get from her. You’d take what you could.

As the competition went on you would whisper into Larissa’s ear, explaining each jump, each turn, give little comments, and explain the judges' scoring process.

Larissa was still captivated by the participants, but she caught herself looking at you more, she adored how you would talk to yourself. Encouraging each and every competitor. Your sportsmanship was truly admirable.

At one point Larissa had caught you shivering and had slipped her coat over your shoulders. It drowned you, but you looked adorable as you wrapped it around you tighter.

The competition ends by early evening, there’s an interval whilst scores are added and the podium is set up. You had managed to slip away in that time and talk to the judges.

Before the first category winners were to be announced, they relayed your message.

“We are honoured to have had a special guest appearance from the 2021 Ice Skating World Champion for the Women’s Singles, Atikah Karnstein,” a round of applause rippled through the arena. The announcer waited for it to die down, “without further ado, we will start the award ceremony,”

They continued the speech with the usual, thanking everyone and such. Elijah looked at you as you rejoined them, taking your place next to Larissa who absentmindedly wraps an arm around your waist. You leaned into her side buzzing with joy.

“Cleared your conscious?” Elijah asks.

“Yeah,” you answer loosely, too busy nuzzling closer to Larissa.

As the awards are given out, Larissa turns to you, a coy smile playing on her lips. This seems like the perfect time.

“Let me take you out for dinner tonight,”

You look at her dumbfounded. Was this really happening? Was Larissa Weems, the woman of your dreams, asking you for dinner? Little old you?

“A date,” she seemed to read your mind.

You don’t answer her, you just pull her down and crash your lips into hers. Larissa’s entire being consuming you.

You felt like you were on top of the world when you had stood on that podium at the World’s, a gold medal hanging around your neck, it’s weight pressing the blue ribbon into the back of your neck, your country’s flag draped over your shoulders. Roses upon roses being tossed at you as cheering rung in your ears.

But here, right now. Kissing Larissa was better than gold could ever be.

AN - et fini. Congratulations if you made it this far! <3

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 months

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Omg omg omg I almost missed the ask box being open! First of all though: thank you ever so much for all your hard work.

My question is this: I really like Mpreg fics. And I remember reading one where Derek thought Stiles rejected him and the baby. Only Stiles didn't even know male werewolves could get pregnant. I can find fics with this trope where it's Stiles who is pregnant but not the other way around

I think so!

Naps are nature’s way of reminding you that life is nice by FicLogia

(1/1 I 3,033 I General)

Melissa puts the patient chart away and comes closer to the omega. “It’s normal to change your mind. Especially for someone in your position.” Young, unmated, barely graduated. The omega ob-gyn has seen it one too many times.

Derek shakes his head, runs a hand over the arc of his belly, relishing the feel of it, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. “I want this baby. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Then why? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Little Dash Of Pink by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 4,790 I Teen)

Derek always thought those stories he heard about male pregnancies in his family were just old wives' tales and bad jokes

Suddenly, that's no longer true, and he's not too sure how to tell his husband

ay it out loud, love by pineneedlepants

(4/? I 29,137 I Teen)

When Derek first finds out, it's a rainy thursday that reflects his mood perfectly. He's been oddly dizzy lately, with bouts of nausea that don't make any sense to him, and he's pretty sure he's never slept as much as he is now, not even as a carefree teenager. He thumps his forehead gently against the table top, willing the water he drank not five minutes ago to stay down. He's rubbing his head on the wooden surface when he hears it.

There's a soft thump thu-thump coming from somewhere near him. He lifts his head slowly, as not to make the world spin and tries to concentrate where the soft beat is coming from. Because it couldn't possibly be -

Derek cannot be -

With growing horror, he directs his eyes downwards, to his slightly softened belly. His hands have stilled on his skin, trembling lightly. The soft thump thu-thump comes again, and again, and again, the sound getting louder with each soft flutter, until the pulse matches Derek's own. It's almost mesmerizing, a beautiful cadence that flutters in and out of rhythm of Derek's own heartbeat. --

Or the one where there's a misunderstanding of the century, a little angst, a surprise baby and a deliriously happy ending.

A Legend of a Lonely Boy by bunnymaccool

(1/1 I 42,991 I Explicit)

Peter Hale managed to climb his way back up from death only long enough to do one, terrible, horrible thing. It was enough to accomplish his goal. To leave a legacy. Two months after killing his uncle for the second time, Derek is feeling sick and weak, heavy in his own body. What Deaton is telling him should be impossible... but...

There is a werewolf legend. About unmated alpha who desperately desired to have heirs, so he studied the moon and the stars in such great depth that he discovered a secret. On the night of the full moon, when the stars aligned just so … he could plant his pups into whatever body he desired. Regardless of species, regardless of gender.

The danger is this ... werewolves are not meant to carry pups alone. They need someone to guide them, love them, protect them during this time of vulnerability. A partner. A mate. But Derek Hale has none of these things. He has no one. If he and his pup are going to survive, he may just have to follow the ridiculous suggestion Deaton puts forth. The completely annoying, loud-mouthed, pain in his ass suggestion that makes Derek want to rip someone's throat out. With his teeth.

Through the Dark by WriteByNight

(11/35 I 93,401 I Explicit)

Stiles is down on his luck and out of money, just trying to finish his last year of college. Out of ideas, he goes to donate his sperm and meets Derek Hale, who is looking for a surrogate to carry his and his infertile girlfriend's baby. Stiles is instantly attracted to the alpha werewolf, but pushes his feelings to the side in order to fulfill Derek's dream for children.

Derek and Stiles grow close, but try to deny the feelings growing for one another because as soon as the pregnancy is over Stiles will have to give the baby over to Derek and Braeden, and walk out of their lives. However, the closer he gets to his due date, the harder it is to come to terms that he'll have to let go of the man he's come to love.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #rape #mpreg #anon

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hacked-by-jake · 5 months

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My beloved MC

I knew that you would come visit me in prison, even if I told you not to, I knew that you would be unaffected by it. But you were aware that it would still be a great deal of value to me to be able to enjoy your company for at least a few minutes.

But I regret that you had to see me like that, hands and feet tied up, anchored in the ground. A true miracle they didn’t stick my fingers together, I would not be surprised.

While I was being on the run, I visited many dangerous places where I witnessed terrible things. These dark truths revealed the sad world we live in once more.

The abyss of humanity, crime, drug victims, starving. But although the shadows had taken everything, and although I was hunted and could not take a step without planning everything specifically, I was free. I was at liberty.

This has now been taken from me. Now I am captured. Grey walls that seem to be suffocate me have been the only thing I see for 23 hours a day. But the very moment you were led through the door, my lonely world lit up for a moment as brightly as never before.

Everything around you looked like black and white painted but around you life shone. Looking into your eyes made me feel more hopeful than ever.

The moment you took my hand, I felt our hearts colliding again and again.

I had no idea I would ever experience such a deep feeling of happiness again, and I want to express my gratitude to you for it. Thank you with everything I have, even if this is not much at the moment.

I'm composing these words here because I couldn't express myself to you face-to-face. I'm uncertain as to why. I was lacking in confidence. Despite that, I still have a strong resistance to drag you into my dark world. But I know that you decide for yourself and I don’t have the right to decide about your life.

At least now you always know where I am, as it looks like I won’t be able to leave this place anytime soon.

But before I digress again – what I desired to tell you is that I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.

And I want you to know that. I want you to know that thanks to you, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get out of prison.

I want you to know that you are the most wonderful phenomenon that has ever happened to me, I want you to know that my heart is yours forever and eternally.

I’m at your mercy, MC. Until the end of my miserable life, which thanks to you is not nearly as miserable as it used to be.

Please, take care of yourself out there, be careful. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. ;) On top, it would be greatly appreciated if you could convey to Hannah and Lilly that I miss them and that I love them too.

I am almost painfully - the most pleasurable pain I've felt at all times, looking forward to your next visit.

Yours, Jake.

#love letters from jake #I saw something similar a few days ago and I had to think about mc #This is our of boredom writing without much rereading and correcting #I just hope you will like it #💚#duskwood #duskwood jake #everbyte studio #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #iamjake #duskwood mc #duskwood jake x mc #everbyte game #{hbj(dw)/writes;fanfiction}#duskwood hacker #duskwood jake x player #duskwood fanfiction

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Urban Wyatt x Sister Harlow : We Did Something

A/N : A concept request from my buttercup @harlowcomehome turned out to this so thank her for it lol 😝

“Urban, do you take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and health, for richer for poor, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only to her, for so long as you both shall live?”

Urban smiles and winks at you, “I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You can kiss the bride now.”

“Say less” he smiles cheekily, reaching for your waist. “Come here baby.” He pulls you in and kisses you deeply.

***************

“So I know we brought you all out here, out of nowhere and we gave you no explanations as to why.” You start your speech.

You were standing in the middle of the hall you and Urban rented out for the night, looking at all the familiar faces.

Urban grabs a hold of your hand, giving you a squeeze. Catching on to your nerves, he takes over. “What we have to share is something we’ve been keeping to ourselves for a while now.”

“Oh great.” Jack mumbles from his seat at the table.

“Jackman.” Maggie warns, staring at him sternly.

You smile at your mom as she throws a wink your way.

“Some have their assumptions.” Urban continues, “I hope you all don’t hate us for the way we did things. But we wanted it to do it for us, for ourselves and have our moment.”

“Just say it already, because I hope you’re not pregnant.” Jack mumbles, sounding annoyed but deep down he’s hoping all the comments he’s been reading online are true.

“Dude, would you shut up?” Urban snaps.

Sunni, Clay and Copelan start laughing but shut up once Maggie throws them a glare.

You start getting annoyed at your brother now. “We got married.” You yell into the microphone. “We’re married. There we said it.”

Everyone gasps and claps, getting out of their seats they all start surrounding you both and congratulating you.

Jack is the last to come up to you both, giving a glare.

You sigh, “I know, we hid the fact that we were dating and you got mad. I did promise no more secrets but this was really a special moment. I know deep down you don’t believe that Urban and I will make it work. But I can’t li-“

Jack smiles and hugs you, giving the top of your head a kiss. “I’m happy for you both.”

You turn your head towards Urban in confusion.

“Well don’t look so shocked.” Jack laughs, giving Urban a bro hug. “I had to learn the hard way that you two will stay together no matter what.”

“Geesh, thanks.” Urban mumbles out.

Jack rolls his eyes, “What I mean is that, I’m starting to accept the fact that you two are meant to be and nothing is more important than seeing you both happy, and if being with one another makes you happy, then who am I to hate that?”

You smile at your big brother, “Aww thank you-“

“Don’t get too excited, I don’t want to witness y’all kissing each other or anything nasty.”

You and Urban share a look and laugh.

“Come.” Urban pulls you away from the crowd.

“Babe, we cannot have a quickie while everyone is out there.”

“I do love some public sex, but it’s not for that.” He pulls you into another room. “We talked about this when we were kids.”

You look at him, then to the set up and start getting emotional. “Matching tattoos?”

He nods, “Cope found a good artist, and it’s the sketch we did when we were kids, obviously it’ll be better done but the concept is the same we came up with.”

You pull him down towards you by tugging on his bow tie. “I love you husband.” You peck his lips.

“I love you, wife.” He smiles at you, “So what do you say? Want to get something else that’ll bond us for life?”

“With you?” You take in a deep breath, “I’ll do anything if it means I get to do it by your side.”

“To the world and back?” He asks, saying the words you two one shared and made up when you were kids running around, hiding from your brothers.

“And beyond that.” You finish the phrase.

You can’t help but fall in love even more.

Once upon a time, you didn’t believe in love.

You didn’t want marriage.

You didn’t want kids.

You didn’t want the white picket fence.

You didn’t want any of that if it wasn’t with the one person your heart would beat for.

You didn’t want any of that if you couldn’t have it with Urban.

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ya-zz · 8 months

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Heyhey! So I just got a haircut (super short! Think of a fluffy boycut) and my cat HAAATES it!! When I walked in she puffed up at me, but she is getting used to it. Just didnt expect my head to change haha. But I was thinking, itd be kind of funny if Ramattra acted that way with his s/o? so if you're able I'd love to see you write about it😳😳❤️

Omg that is hilariously adorable!

Apologies this took awhile to get to, but I hope I have done it some justice ♥ I am running on two hours sleep so I do apologise if there are any mistakes!

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1029

Omnics used to all look the same. Same make, same model, neither one had their uniqueness until they gained their own thoughts and feelings. Months after they gained their sentience, omnics around the world began wearing clothes, dressing how they saw humans dress, whether that was to be casual or smart, punk or floral, they followed those around them.

Soon after, workshops popped up around the villages and cities with new parts were being made, upgrades and cosmetics suitable for any and all omnic. They began appearing with hairstyles, new attachments while some altered their look completely. There was a rise within omnic fashion; a sudden competition between human and omnic, one that broke several news reports yearly.

One omnic, however, kept his appearance as close to his factory model as possible. Save from a colour change here and there, his appearance rarely changed. Then again, his kind was feared. A ravager seeking customisation would’ve been talk of the town.

He kept to himself, only changing when he deemed it absolutely necessary. The only major change he went through was to make his appearance more friendly, despite his previous nature. Cabled hair attached, signature red wire down one was all he wanted, nothing too flashy. It was simple and he appreciated the work done.

He had always thought humans changing their style was frivolous, never any true meaning behind the changes, so he refrained from going over the top. He wasn’t seeking affirmations from anyone, he didn’t seek compliments, but when the words of “you look great” and “I like this on you” came from your mouth, he felt somewhat more comfortable within his chassis.

You were the first one to see him like that, and it brought a new and warm feeling coursing through your body. He definitely looked more approachable and even on occasion he would let you style it, keeping his thoughts locked away as he enjoyed the gentleness of your touch.

Ramattra had known you for several years, before, during and after his time at the Monastery. After saving his life, you stuck by his side for the years coming. You two became close friends, never anything more until he brought himself out of his robotic shell and confessed that he had liked you.

It was a day that you would remember for years to come. You had never seen an omnic such as him be so shy, so when he spoke to you that day, servos twitching and avoiding your eyes, you knew he had put a lot more thought into it than he would like to admit.

He planned it. He plans everything. The omnic loves to follow a schedule, never deviating from it unless absolutely necessary. Change, while he admits is a good thing, sometimes doesn't need to happen. He’s used to his surroundings, used to those he is around, so when you suddenly changed your appearance, all hell broke lose within his systems.

At first, his systems detected an enemy human, something of which he had yet to calibrate and turn off. System warnings flared up, blocking his vision as his body froze on the spot. His vocaliser became threatening, tone low and dark as he spoke out, demanding how you got this close to him without him realising it.

The familiarity of your voice sent his systems into overload, errors upon errors clouding more of his vision as he stepped back. He was angry and confused.

Part of him thought it was a joke, that someone had taken your voice and put it into another human, but he realised quickly that it was impossible for humans to undergo such a process… Unless it was a synth. His hands curled into fists at the thought. A sick joke indeed.

Once your hand made a connection with his, it felt like his entire body just overheated and froze on the spot. His systems shut down momentarily, lights flickering before his systems rebooted. A familiar voice and touch broke him out of the spell he was under.

Change was something Ramattra was getting used to. Sudden, unexpected changes were never going to go down well with him, and it was a lesson learnt for you. He apologised profusely, gentle servos holding your hand in an attempt to comfort you from his anger. You didn’t blame him, of course, you figured there was going to be a reaction, but this was not the one you had been expecting.

Ramattra stayed with you that day, complimenting your look, glancing at you when you weren’t looking in his direction. He’d steal looks as he’d burn the images into his memory files; video files followed after, the gentle curve of your smile with your new look, eyes glistening in the warm sunlight. You were an angel within his optics.

He would sit behind you, hands getting tangled within your hair, strands getting caught between his joints and being gently tugged. Ramattra mimicked the motions you showed him whenever you would sit behind him and play with his cables. Fingers brushed through your locks, sometimes a gentle squeeze of your scalp as he massaged your head. He enjoyed the time shared between you as he would style your hair the best he could. Of course, he’d miss a few strands, but the look and effort was too cute to change.

While Ramattra was still getting use to the sudden change of your appearance, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted as he stared at the back of your body, hands still playing. Why did you change? You were perfect before. I mean- you still are, of course. You will always be perfect to me. I just wondered what brought this upon you?

His hands continued to play, moving down the side of your neck, rubbing the tight knots in your shoulders. A sigh filled his receptors, a sweet noise he enjoyed hearing from you. It made him chuckle as he continued his motions, basking in warmth of daylight as the two of you sat together.

“You are perfect, [y/n].” He finally spoke out, leaning down and resting his forehead against the back of your head. “Always will be.”

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forgottenarthur · 3 months

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50. Writer's preference - "And what if it is not you?"

The barb stung and Arthur turned away as quickly as if she had struck him.

These walks had become something of a tradition between the Prince and former Princess over the rolling weeks. With the out of doors near unpassable, Arthur's mornings had shifted to a shorter indoor practice before dawn, followed by a brief repast and then a stroll through the Orangery with the Lady Aria. Though they still argued as often as they didn't, there was something free and flowing in these conversations -- a strange sense that no subject was off limits...And that every single one was somehow taboo. It was perhaps true that they had each been raised as royalty, but it seemed their worlds could not have been more different.

Today, the subject had fallen to that all-encompassing theme of his life, the most pressing topic in the empire, and the one least likely ever to be openly addressed: Roderick's line of succession. It was an ache in his gut, this, a hill he had run up all his childhood only to find a sheer rockface confronting him. Now, scrambling for footholds in the brutal cliffside, it was a race to the top against those he loved most -- a climb now far too high to risk the drop. It was success or the death of all meaning. But what was he to do? Throw his siblings from the sides? They too held on by meager fingertips and he could not bear to think of them dashed against the teeth of the unforgiving stone so far below.

Arthur's jaw clenched. He kept her pace, but he no longer looked at her as she spoke; heard her only as if from a great distance. What was there to say? Yet, her last words burned, searing like vinegar in his cuts, and he turned sharply towards her, a rush sounding in his head.

"What? You favor someone else?" he demanded, all effort at bluster or calm stripped away. Surprise seemed to register in his face and, pressing his eyes shut, he shook his head, realizing she meant this only as rhetoric and, with a look of defeat, he sighed; shook his head. "How should I know? It would be the end for me."

He didn't look at her, now, gaze straying upwards towards the gently nodding trees, branches heavy and sagging with fruit. He thought of the tart-sweet of them, tawny and opening with a kind of crack. Fibrous chambers of juice attended the tiny seeds at the center and this, then, was life. Even trees limned their children with sweet cushions against the harsh reality of the world around them. When he laughed, it was a bitter sound.

Sighing, Arthur shook his head. "Aria, I--" but he stopped. He'd not said her name so baldly before and he gestured, helpless, voice trapped within his throat.

Her eyes were dark: not mere chocolate, but something else as if the sea had leaked into them and tossed against stormy shores within her mind. Her face was set, but he could not read it. He searched for something written there, something designed for him to read: he wanted it. He knew the message he wished to read. A very simple message. He wanted to read it again and again, see it roiling within the storm of her eyes. But there was nothing. She was no harbor. She was, perhaps, another deathly drop.

Aria lifted her chin. "Go on."

"I don't know what will happen if my father chooses someone else any more than you do. But I do know I will be a threat to whoever is chosen, simply for having been in the running, and..."

And if it were Edmund who were selected, whom Arthur regarded as the most likely alternative, he would not expect to long outlive his father -- or even his father's choice. Enemies of the House of Calainon had a way of disappearing. Arthur was not altogether certain they even lifted a finger: they were witches, after all. Likely, all they needed do was wish for a thing, and their dark magic did the rest. Edmund might not wish him gone, perhaps...but Amira would not hesitate. He could not help but think that would make for a horrible ending, all the demons of hell rising at her command. His would be a silent end, he had no doubt, yet he knew, too, that if it were by Amira's hand, he would die howling.

If Aria had said something else, Arthur had not heard it. At last, she said: "And what if the Emperor doesn't choose? What happens to us all, then?"

Arthur stopped short, and Aria beside him. "Then it'd be war."

He walked out without another word.

#this was really interesting to write -- he's actually much more clear eyed (when forced to confront it) than id thought he'd be honestly #drabble #challenge #aria stafford #edmund varmont #amira varmont #guinevere varmont #ask #honestly still ruminating abt this like...this response really shocked me??????#i kinda thought he'd be like 'guess id turn to duke or knight errant or smth' or just bluster but he was like 'nah im dead by black magic'#me: you ok arthur?????#arthur: obviously not #roderick varmont #arthur's gonna go hit smth really really really hard btw if you're wondering where he's off to #realizing being a knight isn't ~just abt proving himself (tho its v much that too!!!) its also a coping mechanism #and he's lowkey terrified every single day of his life and now im really sad #i honestly didn't think he was so aware of all that laksjdflkjslf #about #also if you're wondering what he was searching for in her face -- he just wanted to see a lil faith in him #that's all he really wants from anyone #and its all he never gets from anyone #if anyone anyone showed a lil faith in him or a lil love for him -- god forbid -- he'd go to the ends of the earth for them purely for that

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LOVE IS CHAOS

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{NOTE: THIS IS A NON-BTS STORY}

A/N: Hello everyone, I'm letting myself post a non-bts story related. I have been recently o b s e s s e d with Niragi Suguru and I just had to write something about him because I deserve it

Chapter One - The beginning

PREVIEW

Game starts in fifteen minutes. Please register in the lobby.

"A game?" you asked curiously, as you adjusted your top over your shoulders.

Niragi didn't take the time to answer but took a second drag on his cigarette instead. It was true that since everyone had disappeared a few hours before, you hadn't really cared as much as you should have. Well, as anyone with any sense whatsoever or a little common sense would have done. An opportunity like this to play the delinquent with no repercussions seemed so attractive that it didn't even occur to you to think about the problem in front of you.

The problem was: where was everybody? And why were there only two of you left?

The sun was shining so brightly that you regretted having forgotten your glasses. They would have been a great help to you to sneak through this mass of people without getting the sun's reflection in your eyes at every step.

Condensation from the two fresh bubble teas was running down your hands and you hoped Niragi wouldn't complain about it. It was far too hot to take a remark. "Took you long enough..." Niragi's voice was still annoyed, but you completely ignored his casual tone to hand him his cold drink. He had found a place on a bench in the sun, and you wondered why he hadn't chosen to take shelter in the shade. Maybe all the other benches were already occupied.

"It's the middle of August, did you expect the store to be deserted?" You answered anyway with a smile, sipping your drink for the first time. The cool liquid quickly flowed down your throat as you took your seat next to Niragi, and it was a sensation you welcomed with a sigh of contentment.

It seemed that the sun was bothering Niragi as well because he kept squinting, trying to hide from it with the reverb of his hand. "Damn, it's hot." he complained loudly, and you closed your eyes for a second, trying to ignore his remark.

Niragi was a person who complained a lot, it was true. Only, today, it seemed that he had decided to do it even more. Since waking up this morning, everything seemed to irritate or annoy him and it was necessary to make a thousand and one efforts not to irritate him more. The heat could be the cause of his annoyance, or maybe it was his work that was taking him more and more. Maybe it was his sister asking him for money again, or maybe it was just the washing machine and the dishwasher that broke down exactly two days apart.

Shibuya Station was bustling with people, as always. Some people were having fun, others were hurrying so as not to miss their train. In the middle of the crowd, you could see a few teenagers bickering, and in the distance, the screeching sound of car tires followed by a crash.

"Shit, look," you pointed to the sky suddenly. In the distance, between several buildings, you could see the wild colors of a fireworks display.

Niragi followed your gaze, and muttered in incomprehension, "What the hell are they doing setting off fireworks in the middle of the day?"

You had absolutely no answer for him, however it seemed to have caught everyone's attention here. Glances were pointed, phones were raised, and all of a sudden, it seemed like the world had stopped.

You blinked a few times as you saw the sky rip into a million colors and it was strange because you didn't even hear the sound of the lights going off. Clearing your throat, you looked around for the first time. And... it was strange because you expected to still see the anthill of the station, except that where hundreds of people were a moment ago, there was no one left.

"Niragi..." you asked, tapping his shoulder to get his attention.

Niragi's eyes also snapped up from the sky, and he was stunned by what he saw. Just like you, he discovered that there was not a single person around you anymore. Not a single living soul and not a single sound. There was now a breeze hitting your face and strangely enough, it sent a shiver down your back. It was almost cold, or maybe it was just the new feeling of incomprehension creeping up on you.

"Where is everyone?" Niragi questioned calmly as he got up from the bench to try and get a better view of the entire Shibuya station. But he had to come to terms with the fact that there was indeed no one left here.

It was just the two of you.

"Hello?" you suddenly shouted, admiring the place with a stunned look. You also stood up and couldn't help but think that the city looked strange. But of course no one answered and when you turned your head to Niragi, there was that expression on his face that you knew all too well.

With his eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked slightly to the side, he was just as stunned as you were. "What the hell is this crap?" he croaked in a breath and continued to look around as if by some miracle someone would appear in the distance.

A million questions were colliding against each other in your head, but none of them had an answer. It was a complex puzzle, and you asked, "Do you think we should be looking for someone? It can't be just the two of us, it can't be..."

It was a very unlikely scenario in your eyes, but the city was so vast and huge that even if someone else had ended up here, it seemed impossible to find anyone.

Niragi didn't take the time to answer your question, but suddenly a smile appeared on his face, and you wondered what was wrong with him. "See that over there?" he pointed straight ahead and you had to think for a moment before you came across what he was pointing at.

On the walls of the station, there were several tags. Tags that weren't there a few minutes ago, you could have sworn. You passed through this station every day on your way to work and if they were there before, you would have noticed them very quickly. What was more intriguing was what was written there.

There, in dripping red paint, shone, ‘We are all going to die. There's no way out.’

You wondered who was the nutcase who could have written that, and more importantly, how he did it in front of the cops who occupied the square 24/7. Perhaps the most disconcerting part of it all was Niragi's smile, which you couldn't explain at all.

Before you even asked him, he explained, "I guess we're not really in Tokyo anymore, princess." He nodded a little higher than the tags and for the first time, you actually saw what was going on around you. Many of the windows in the buildings around had broken or shattered glass, others, higher up in the floors, sported cardboard and other sheets as if to filter the light. There were millions of other tags, papers were flying everywhere and vegetation seemed to be starting to break through the tar.

Niragi was right. It was the same city, the same buildings, the same streetlights and the same crosswalks. But it was no longer the Tokyo you knew so well. It was a completely different city. Equivalent, twin, mirror, whatever. It was another world.

"You know what this makes me want to do?" Niragi asked, her smile brighter than ever. And without waiting for an answer from you, he took your hand in his and pulled your arm to follow him, forgetting about your two iced teas on the station bench. He was heading towards Koen Dori Street, and he couldn't stop running, which was pulling your arm unpleasantly. He let go of you after a few seconds when he decided that you would follow him as he wanted.

After only a few minutes, he stopped in front of the Kishiuchi Shopping Center. You rarely went there because it was where all the expensive stores and restaurants were. Niragi had taken you there once, for your one year anniversary, and you still remembered the look on his face when he saw the bill. It was a memory that might have made you smile if you didn't wonder what Niragi wanted to be able to do here.

"Didn't you ever tell me you wanted a Hermes bag?" he finally asked, the smile still on his face and there it was, the reason he wanted to come here. He wanted to rob the stores and vandalize the luxury brands that he always considered too snobby and pretentious.

This provoked a laugh on your lips. Niragi always had the right ideas, well, mostly ideas of his own. He always thought he was taking advantage of you, while you always thought he was right. That was the key to your relationship, you often thought. Complementary.

"All in all, I'd rather have a Chanel bag," you said with your head held high and a hint of weariness in your voice, as if to imitate all those rich bimbos who lived with an inordinate amount of money. This provoked a laugh from Niragi that you admired for only a second as he dragged you a second time.

The doors to the center were open and it looked like no one had the same idea as you. That is, if there was anyone in this town. Each store seemed untouched, each garment always delicately placed on the plastic mannequins. So the first store on the right was Chanel, and a hundred bags, each one shinier than the next, stood before you, proud and new. "Go ahead, princess, you can have any you want. It's on me." Niragi chuckled and you walked over to a first beige bag, medium-sized with a big H standing up as a handle on the front. You pointed at it, looking for Niragi with your eyes. He answered you with a grimace, nodding his head from left to right. You pointed to a second bag, pastel pink this time, which would go beautifully with your favorite red shoes.

A second time, Niragi nodded. You sighed quickly, wondering if it was your choice or his. Then finally, at the back of the store, your eyes fell on a gray-blue leather and shoulder bag, with a gold chain to put along the shoulder. It was beautiful and without even asking Niragi, you tried it on. It was perfect.

"¥600,000, my love." you sighed as you looked at the rack inside the bag. "We'll have to sell your Rolex."

Niragi shook his head from left to right, hands on his hips. "Shit, that was my birthday present..."

Your eyes met and all of a sudden, without being able to hold on for another second, you both started laughing so hard that it made your stomach hurt for a while.

And so it went on for several hours. You went around the stores, searching, throwing away, robbing every square inch of all that luxury. It was carnage, but you didn't care. It was a moment of happiness, sharing and laughter and Niragi looked so ridiculous in his Lacoste outfit that you had to leave the store to catch your breath.

Then you couldn't help but go to the famous Victoria's Secret store. You'd already pestered enough magazines or stumbled upon enough pictures on the net to know what it was all about, and according to you, anyone was stupid to say they wouldn't dream of lingerie like that.

"I feel like playing a game," you chuckled at one point, leading Niragi to sit on one of the sofas that faced the fitting rooms. Niragi had only a vague idea of what you were up to, and he didn't really like being dragged into situations where he wasn't in control, but he felt that just this once, he would let it go.

Grabbing not one but two different outfits in your path, you pulled back the curtain of the fitting room. It wasn't long to take off the shorts and top you were wearing, the heavy August heat would thank you for it, and by the time the pink outfit adored your body, you knew Niragi would lose his mind. You adjusted your chest in front of the long mirror, checked that your buttocks were bulging like you wanted them to and pulled the curtain a second time, this time for Niragi's eyes.

His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, a false look of annoyance on his face, until his attention was drawn to the sight of your body. To him, it was like fireworks. Your skin shone under the dim lights of the sunset that shone through the windows, your hair cascaded down your back and damn, those two pretty breasts that he liked so much to nibble, touch, caress stood proud and straight in front of him. The little skirt that barely hid your ass was flying with the movement of your fingers and the way you were biting your lips would have been enough to give him a heart attack.

"What are you going to do with me?" He sighed with defeat, as if suddenly he had given up all the authority and strength he had spent so many years building.

A mischievous smile appeared on your face, your eyes black with envy. You could very distinctly make out the bulge of his penis hardening against his black jeans, and it didn't take much to hold back that moan from the tip of your lips. "I bet you won't even make it to the second outfit."

"You're playing a dangerous game, princess, just know it."

Oh yes, you knew that very well. Truth be told, it was exactly what you expected. All the delinquency and havoc done in all those stores had awakened a heat in you that was asking, praying to be ruined, worn out, tortured. It was a funny feeling that you had learned to accept and deal with over the years.

Then licking your lips in a way as sensual as erotic, you closed the curtain again and changed clothes. This time, the black and transparent bodysuit covered the bikini area and the breasts, all connected by a thick leather fabric and right there, with that collar around the neck, you knew that Niragi would definitely lose his mind.

And you had barely pulled back the curtain once more, when Niragi had already stood up, and crushed his lips to yours. He captured your tongue, biting your lips as he pushed you against the wall of the dressing room. It was very hard to hold that smile on your lips, because you were right, you knew he wouldn't resist for long, and it looked like Niragi wanted to make you pay, somehow.

He didn't like to lose. He was a mediocre loser, and every time you tried to play with his feelings, or his hormones, it resulted in a well-deserved lesson. Spankings, slaps, bites, scratches, everything you could imagine, he made you suffer. And it was an evil so good you couldn't see it as a sin.

"Are you enjoying playing with me?" he growled through his teeth, tugging at the tips of your hair. He encircled a hand around your neck, squeezing hard enough that you could feel your breath grow heavy in your throat. He had you turned around, your back against his chest and it was hard to ignore his erection. You could see your reflection in the dusty mirror, and Niragi's eyes were so black and dark that you longed for what he was about to do to you.

He pressed you against the wall, his head pressed against the cold wall of the store so that you could see everything he was doing in the mirror.

You hadn't seen or heard him undo the waistband of his pants, let alone pull out his penis until you felt it tattoo against your lips. That was how he had decided to punish you. Raw and (almost) dry. You obviously already had your pussy throbbing with desire, you could have sworn it was even tasting, but the feel of Niragi's hard, long cock forcing its way inside was enough to make you scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he whispered into your ear, one hand still clamped around your throat, the other gripping your hips for a little more stability. He pounded you with his hips, each one stronger and more powerful than the other. "You wanted me to fuck you like the little bitch you are, right?" He growled ungodly insults that made your head spin, and you couldn't answer because every word, every sound got stuck in your throat as soon as you tried to speak.

He tightened his grip around your neck and you knew he was waiting for an answer. He was demanding an answer. "Yes... yes, damn it, Niragi, please..."

"What? What do you want?" he growled in your ear and his breath was so hot and his every movement so sudden that you knew neither of you would last very long. It was one of those moments, a quick fuck that felt good, just to release some of the tension of the day.

"I beg you, make me cum, please, please..." you knew how pathetic you looked begging him like that, but what turned you on even more was that every word you said, and every move you made, drove Niragi completely crazy. Submitting to his wants and needs, like a common toy, was your way of proving to him that you were his and only for the next few millennia, and that you wouldn't change your place for anything in the world.

"Do you think you deserve it, princess?" Obviously, he was playing with your nerves, just as you had done with him a few minutes earlier. He wasn't too far from his own orgasm anymore, but he was pulling for as many seconds as he could only to prove to you how wrong it was to do what you had done. Of course, it was a little ambiguous. He loved it when you did that to him, because he loved punishing you in any way he wanted. He knew you loved it too.

"Yes... yes, please..." Niragi untied his hand from your neck and moved it to your clit to rub where he knew it would make you cum. He hadn't particularly decided that you deserved it, but he would have to admit that his own orgasm didn't feel the same if he couldn't feel your walls closing in on him.

So within seconds of each other, you both straddled that orgasm that caused your legs to shake and your throat to profane several insults that competed with those Niragi was spitting out as well.

"Shit..." He continued as he caught his breath, his chest glistening with sweat. He didn't even wait before pulling out and his seed fell to the floor, also down your legs. This provoked a groan from you as you collapsed along the wall, your breathing equally shaky. Niragi pulled up his boxers and unbuttoned his jeans as you lay on the floor and against the wall, that lingerie set still intact on your body.

With a dry throat and sweaty body, you struggled to your feet to pick up your things and change in silence. Niragi had already left the cabin, and you might have wondered where he had decided to go if you weren't used to this kind of behavior. He had never been the type to cuddle after sex, let alone after a quick fuck. He liked to smoke a cigarette, that was for sure.

And soon, the smell of nicotine and tobacco smoke spread quickly around you. It was a smell that suited Niragi, even if you hated the taste it had against your tongue when he kissed you. "Hey," he called over his shoulder, and he dragged the cigarette across the tip of his lips, pulling on the joint, breathing in the smoke. As you buttoned your jeans, he continued, "come here and look."

You joined him, standing in front of the window, and squinted at what you could see several feet away. The sun had been down for a few minutes already, it was dark all around but a blinding white light was shining through the store windows. On the building opposite, a giant screen displayed in proud letters this message:

Game starts in fifteen minutes. Please register in the lobby.

"A game?" you asked curiously, as you adjusted your top over your shoulders.

Niragi didn't take the time to answer but took a second drag on his cigarette instead. It was true that since everyone had disappeared a few hours before, you hadn't really cared as much as you should have. Well, as anyone with any relationship skills and a little common sense would have done. An opportunity like this to play the delinquent with no repercussions seemed so attractive that it didn't even occur to you to think about the problem in front of you.

The problem was: where was everybody? And why were there only two of you left?

Chapter two - Seven of diamonds

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Just a note, do you see in movies where they shoot a scene without cuts? Like in one go? Yeah, I'm trying to write this story like this, with no time-lapse whatsoever just to enjoy every single bit of Niragi

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