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[lanadelnegan]

My Girl

S7!Negan x Reader

Requested from anon: hey! loving the blog and every story you post! i was wondering if you’d do a story of a reader’s first time being with S7 Negan who is an asshole at first but then goes soft because he accidentally made her cry??

OOOH I'm gonna have some FUN with this one. And thank you so much <3.

Summary: Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, virgin first time, vaginal sex, daddy-kink, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 40), Rick walks in on Negan eating you out.. (twice), degrading language, mushy romantic Negan, Negan fucks you in nothing but his leather jacket

A/N: This is my favorite fic I have written by far and I hope you love it as much as I do cuz I am obsessed.

"Carl, take your sisters upstairs and don't come down until I say it's safe." I lift Judith out of her high chair and follow Carl up the stairs.

Our dad has always treated us like Carl's the older one, even though he's two years younger than me, but I don't mind. If anything, it takes some of the pressure off of being big sis all the time.

I hear Negan's voice booming in the distance as my dad opens the door to head back outside. This has become part of our weekly routine at this point. Negan and his men went from monthly visits to weekly visits over the past couple months, but I don't mind that either.

The more I get to see him, the merrier.

I move the bedroom curtains slightly, peeking through my window until my eyes find Negan standing in the street in front of our house. I'm able to make out what they're saying if I listen closely enough.

"Rickyyy, I missed ya. Where's that sweet daughter of yours hiding? .....The older one of course." I can't stop the grin that appears on my face when he asks about me.

"This isn't about her. Get what you need, and leave." My dad stands firmly planted with his hands on his hips and my eyes roll at his attitude. Maybe if my dad would just be civil with Negan all of this could stop. I revert my gaze back to Negan.

"Now, Prick, you know I can't leave without seeing my girl."

His girl... The butterflies in my stomach flutter at the sound of that.

"Why are you so obsessed with him?" Carl asks rudely from across the room while holding Judith and bouncing her so she doesn't cry.

I quickly glare at Carl before turning my gaze back towards the window. When I look back down, Negan is looking up at me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I can't look away, and he lets his gaze linger a little too long as well, prompting my dad to look at my window. I quickly drop the curtain and back away.

"Take Judith to her room and put her down for her nap." I instruct Carl. He stares at me suspiciously. "Go! What did I just say?" I snap impatiently. He shakes his head but ultimately leaves.

"You're always so weird when he comes around." He says under his breath. I close my door behind them and go back to the window, peeking again, but this time everyone's gone. I rush to go see what's going on, but as soon as I swing my door open and run out, I crash into a tall, solid figure. My eyes widen as I look up at the man in the leather jacket.

"Hey, doll. Miss me?"

"Uh - I - where's my dad?" I stutter nervously, peaking around him.

"Busy getting supplies for me. He'll be busy for the next hour, so I thought I'd come keep you company."

Negan's been visiting Alexandria for months now, and each time he comes, our talks get longer and flirtier. Well, he flirts with me and I pretend to be annoyed, mostly so others don't think I like him. If they only knew how much I think about his beard between my legs.

There's something about him that intrigues me.. fascinates me even. I'm ashamed to admit I've even touched myself a couple times - okay, a lot of times - to the thought of him.

When I don't respond, he backs us into my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

He slides his shoes and jacket off, sitting on my bed and leaning back with his feet propped up. I blush at the sight of him in my bed and restrain myself from ripping my clothes off here and now. A chill runs through my body, making me noticeably shake but I try to play it off. He probably things I'm scared, when in reality I just want him.

"Relax, I'd never hurt you darlin'. Unless you want me to." He winks as he leans back against the headboard getting more comfortable.

"I know." And I do... for some reason, I know he wouldn't hurt me.

He bites his bottom lip playfully and raises his eyebrows while patting the bed next to him.

I nervously walk over and sit down before leaning back, mimicking his position. My bed is a twin, so it doesn't allow much room to ourselves. My shoulder is pressed against his and the simple act has my body on fire already. I glance over and let my eyes roam up his white t-shirt to his handsome face. He watches me with amusement while his leg presses against mine teasingly.

"Sweetheart, I've been around the block long enough to know when a girl wants my dick. And I can practically hear that pussy fucking purring every time I come near you." He grins at me like he knows all my secrets.

My face burns with embarrassment at his words.

"I bet I could make you blush even harder than that, doll." His grin stretches wider but I stay silent, letting him do the talking.

"Of course.. I wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable wi-"

Before he can finish, I press my lips to his hard and climb on top of him. His mouth parts, letting my tongue in and his subtle moan makes my pussy flutter. He tastes like whiskey and smells like leather and I feel high off the taste of him as we kiss passionately. I grind my hips desperately into him and feel his bulge grow underneath me.

"Negan... I need you."

"I know baby." He breathes out.

My hands fumble with his belt and pants until I get them undone. He watches me as I pull out his cock and my pussy is already sore from just looking at it. No way it's gonna fit.

"How do you want it, baby? You gonna be a big girl and ride daddy?" His hands squeeze my ass underneath my dress and he practically growls when he realizes I'm not wearing panties.

"It's like you knew I was coming. Such a bad little girl." His fingers tease my opening and I'm embarrassed that I'm already pathetically soaked for him.

"All for me?" He slides a finger through my slit and brings it up to his mouth for a taste. "So fucking sweet."

I slide myself against his cock that's now slippery with my wetness and wonder how I'm gonna fit that thing inside me.

The big dick energy definitely checks out.

I hover above him naively, thinking I can actually take him. The tip just barely pushes through my opening and I moan at the sudden pressure. His hands grip my ass, guiding me down over him.

"Come on baby, that's it." He praises me as I keep sliding down. I stop when I can't take anymore, realizing I have at least four more inches to go.

"Oh, I know my little slut can take more than that."

I shake my head. "Negan, I don't think I -"

"You can, and you will, doll. I didn't come all the way here for you to only take half of my dick."

Tears fill my eyes as I try to sit all the way on him, wanting to make him proud. I make it another inch before the pain is too much. Not only with how deep he is, but he's so wide I think he may actually be ripping me apart.

"Deeper, y/n." He demands.

When I try again and fail, I quickly climb off of him frustrated. "I can't Negan, I'm trying!" He sits up in the bed, his feet on the floor now.

"Bend over."

"W-what?"

"Do not make me ask again." His jaw clenches as he stares at me seriously.

I lay myself over him, my ass facing upwards on his lap.

"You're going to take all of me, baby. If my wives at home can take me, I expect nothing less from you."

He doesn't even give me a warning before bringing his hand down painfully on my ass making me yelp. He chuckles darkly before smacking me again. He rubs the sensitive spot before teasing both of my holes.. One with his thumb and the other with his middle finger.

"What would daddy say if he could see you right now? Bent over my fucking lap and dripping for me like a little whore..." He pushes his thumb and finger deep inside each of my openings and I bite my lip hard at the pain.

I know he's trying to be all dominant right now.. I'm not oblivious to how rough sex works, but my eyes still sting with tears at his crude words. I shouldn't have built my hopes up that Negan could actually care and be gentle with me.

I sniffle as the tears fall, trying to wipe the snot dripping from my nose.

He quickly pulls me up and his eyes are filled with concern.

"Baby? Hey, look at me." He cups my face gently as I sit on the bed next to him.

"I - I liked you." I choke out. "I was the only one here who actually cared about you and saw you as a person.. and you.. you just see me as a stupid object you can shove your dick in.... You just ruined my first experience with a man. I hope you're happy." I sob while looks like someone just punched him in the gut.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He presses his forehead to mine, looking down with regret. "I didn't know you were all mushy about me and shit.. Truth is?" He tilts my chin to look at him. "I was being so harsh with you cause I didn't want to admit my own feelings. I didn't think you'd ever want an asshole like me, so I didn't want to go catching feelings for someone who didn't want me back. But baby? I can't get you outta my fucking head... Why do you think I started visiting every week?"

My teary eyes look up at him and he looks genuine. I want to trust him so badly, but my heart and head are saying two different things.

"Fuck, y/n. I know you don't believe me. Let me prove it to you. What can I do? Just say the fucking word."

"Stop taking our stuff... Leave our people alone..."

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head like he can't believe what he's about to agree to. "Does that include you?"

I try to hide my grin as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "....No."

"Then it's a deal, baby."

"That's it? Just like that?" I look at him confused.

He shrugs. "Guess you've got me wrapped around your finger already, darlin...And now that I know you've never been with a man, I'm taking my fucking time with you." He lays me down on the bed while kissing and climbing over me.

"What about my dad? He'll be back soon."

"Simon's keeping watch, doll."

His lips travel to my neck. "....What about your other wives? You're just gonna fuck me and go back to them?"

He laughs against my neck. "Sweetheart.. I kicked every one of them to the curb the day I layed eyes on you."

My mouth drops open but he cuts me off by pulling my dress down over my chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. I moan and arch myself into him. After a few moments of sucking each one, he slides down further, lifting my dress to my waist and settling his head between my legs. I watch him in awe as he takes his time, kissing my inner thighs.

"Has anyone ever eaten you, baby?"

I shake my head no as I lean up on my elbows to watch him.

"Good." He spreads my pussy lips apart with his fingers and I blush at him staring at it. "Such a pretty pussy. Fuck." He says before locking eyes with me and pressing a kiss to my clit gently. I moan from the contact and arch myself into him, silently begging for more.

He dips his tongue in me and curls it up, gathering my juices. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he groans and licks all the way up to my clit before sucking on it softly. My mouth drops open and my hips try to jerk away, being overwhelmed by sensitivity.

He smiles against me. "Not going anywhere until you cum all over my face, doll." He wraps his arms up around my thighs, pressing my stomach down with his hands.

My breathing matches the speed of his licking and sucking and I feel the pressure building up inside me.

"Fuck, Negan!" My eyes are clenched shut but snap open when my door suddenly flies open.

"Shit! Dad!" I reach to throw my blanket over me, but defeatedly realize it's on the floor. My eyes widen in horror at my father standing in the doorway, looking like he just saw a ghost. A ghost that's eating his daughter's pussy. I'm unable to close my legs because Negan is still holding me down with his hands.

"God fucking dammit, Rick. We were just ge-"

"Negan!" I cut him off, my cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment.

He kisses my pussy one more time and my eyes widen, not believing he just did that in front of my father. He finally leans up, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirking at my dad like he's proud of himself.

I quickly get up and fix my dress.

"Dad, look, I -" I look up, stopping at the sight of Carl pointing a gun directly at Negan's head.

Negan tucks himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt and ignoring Carl.

"Carl.." I slowly step in front of Negan. "Put the gun down."

"You - you wanted this? Him?" My dad asks horrified. "He's done horrible things, y/n."

"And you haven't?!" I yell at my dad. "I watched you rip a man's neck open with your goddamn teeth. If he's a monster.. then so are you."

Negan steps beside me and laces his fingers through mine before kissing the side of my head.

"I love him, dad." I look up at Negan and elbow him roughly when I see a teasing smirk on his face.

"And you think he loves you? You can't be that stupid." My dad says, putting emphasis on the last word.

Negan chuckles and finally cuts in. "First of all, Dick, do not call my woman stupid. Secondly.." His faces grows serious. "We won't be taking anymore of your things. No more visits. Other than me paying this one a visit of course." Negan winks and puts his his arm around me protectively. "That is.. until she moves in with me." Our eyes all widen at the same time.

"You want me to live with you?" I turn to Negan.

"I mean, you did just confess your love for me, doll. Soo, yeah, that's the plan." He kisses my forehead.

"Y/n, we'll talk about this later. Negan, you need to leave. Now." My dad demands, his jaw ticking with anger.

Negan glares at my dad for a moment before turning to me, lifting my chin to kiss him slowly and passionately. Before he lets go, he whispers in my ear. "Meet me right outside the walls when it gets dark. I am nowhere near done with you, baby."

My heart flutters at the thought of us sneaking out together.

Negan walks towards the door before leaning close to my dad's ear. "I get to be her first, Rick. How fucking sweet is that." I struggle to make out his words but don't miss the chuckle at the end. He pats Carl's shoulder on his way out. "See ya 'round, bro."

"Love you, sweetheart!" He calls out to me as my dad and brother follow behind him, making sure he leaves.

I shut my door and smile giddily, running to the window and peeking out. Negan is already looking up at the window when I look at him. He smirks and winks at me before heading off to the gates.

A few hours later:

The sun just went down and my palms are starting to sweat as I pace back and forth on the outskirts of the gates. A million thoughts race through my head.

What if he doesn't come..

What if it's a trap..

What if he lied about everything he said..

Oh my god.. He's gonna kidnap and torture me..

Shut up. He wouldn't do that.

This is a bad idea. What am I doing.

Just as I turn to run back inside the walls, I see him appear from the shadows, wearing his signature leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath.

"Were you about to ditch me, y/n?" He asks playfully as he pulls my wrist towards him and crashes his lips into mine. When the kiss deepens, he bends a little, pulling me up by the back of my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist. We make out like horny teenagers while my fingers run through his slick black hair.

"You ready to officially be mine, doll?"

I nod without hesitation. "Yes. I'm already yours, Negan. I don't care what anyone thinks about us."

He kisses me again, setting me back down on the ground. "Lead the way, baby." He nods towards the side gates.

"You want to go back to my house? What if someone sees you?!"

"Kinda hope they do.. I like the thought of everyone knowing who you belong to." He smirks and it makes me knees weak.

"Okay.. come on." I pull his hand as I guide him back to my house. We sneak through the back sliding doors as carefully as possible before tiptoeing up the stairs.

He lightly smacks my ass as we're going up and I turn to shush him, tripping over my own feet in the process. He catches me before I make a loud thud on the stairs and his body is leaned over mine as we try not to laugh.

My body shakes as I laugh silently and bring my hand over my mouth quickly to stop any sound that comes out. His eyebrows raise at me with warning as if I better not make a noise.

"Okay, okay. Shushhh." I whisper before beginning our climb up the stairs again. My dad's room is at the end of the hall and mine is adjacent next to his. We try not to let the floors creak as we get closer to my room. We slip inside and I ease the door shut gently. When it finally clicks shut. I let go of a deep breath and look up at Negan. As soon as our eyes lock, we laugh like idiots, but quiet idiots.

He walks towards me. "Goddamn it, I fucking love you." He says as he lifts me back into his arms kissing me.

"You know.. earlier outside.." I breathe out between our kisses. "I thought.. that maybe you were gonna kidnap and torture me."

He smiles against my mouth as our lips lazily fight each other. "...What if I am?"

I stop kissing him to look at him. When I do, his look turns serious and it scares me for a moment. "I fully plan on making you mine and torturing you with this dick forever, doll."

I grin and roll my eyes as he continues holding me in his arms. "I guess there are worse ways to get tortured."

"Wait until I'm all the way inside you." His eyebrows raise teasingly.

I press my forehead to his and bring my hands to cup his face, kissing him again. I can't take my lips off of him. "Well what are you waiting for?"

That's all he needs to hear before he's walking me towards the bed and laying me down gently. He stands back up, removing his jacket and shirt.

I watch him closely, admiring the flex of his biceps when he moves. "Put the jacket back on. No shirt."

He laughs until he sees that I'm serious.

"Yes ma'am." He says with his little country accent. It's not always noticeable, but when it is.. it's so fucking adorable.

Once he's back in the jacket and bare chested, he stops for a moment before removing his pants. "Can I take these off, at least?"

"No, I want to."

He grin stretches as he walks towards the bed, keeping his hands by his sides. "All yours, baby."

I sit up in the bed in front of him and undo his button and zipper. I shuffle his pants down just a little before pulling his hardening cock out of his boxers. It turns to a steel rod in my hand and I don't care that I'm full on staring at it, assessing each vein and how it turns an ombre shade of pink towards the tip.

"I hope you like what you see, baby. Cause it's the only dick you're gonna be seeing for the rest of your life."

"I'm perfectly happy with that." I look up at him before kissing the tip of him, just like he did to my clit earlier. He watches me proudly, letting his fingers run through my hair lovingly.

I lick my lips before struggling to fit my mouth around him. He chuckles down at me.

“If you can’t fit me in that cunt, what makes you think you can take it down your throat, baby?”

I grin around him and I slide my mouth deeper and deeper. Surprisingly I don’t gag and I think it surprises him too.

Guess I don’t have a gag reflex. That’s good to know.

“Holyyy shit, doll. Look. At. You.” His voice is so deep it vibrates to my pussy. The tip hits the very back on my throat and even further until my eyes water.

I try to jerk my head back, but Negan pushes my head down on him again, my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He waits a few seconds until I feel like I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen before pulling my head back. I gasp for air and he pulls me all the way off of him while kicking his pants and boxers off.

"Trying to make me blow my load before we even get to the good part, darlin'? He climbs over me in the bed, kissing me softly.

My hands slip underneath his jacket and rub his back, scratching at it gently.

"I am gonna make you feel So fucking good." He says before kissing my neck. "You want me to be gentle with you baby?" His voice right in my ear makes me shiver.

I nod and he hovers his face above mine so we’re staring into each other eyes.

“You ready, baby?” He whispers and I nod again.

He leans up on his knees between me and lines himself up with my entrance before pushing the tip through. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

He slowly slides in me further and further as he holds my legs open.

“Goddamn this pussy is so fucking Tight.” He pulls back a little before pushing in deeper and my mouth gapes open slightly.

He chuckles and stares down at me through heavy eyelids. "I'm not even halfway yet, sweetheart. You want more?"

I nod desperately as my eyes fill with tears at the overwhelming sensation of him so deep inside me.

"Take it then, doll. Grind on me and make yourself feel good." He stops moving completely while still on his knees between my legs.

My cheeks blush at his request and he smirks down at me, sliding his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, refusing to move or touch me.

I lean up on my elbows while he's still inside me and push my body further into him, taking every inch I possibly can. I grind myself against him until I find just the right spot for the tip of his cock to press into and drop my head back at how good it feels, not caring about the desperate sounds I let out.

"Oh my god, Negan.. fuck." My face reddens at the intense pleasure as I continue using his cock to pleasure myself.

"Fuck, baby. Now THIS? Is a Fucking sight.. Watching you get off on my cock like a desperate little whore."

"Touch me, Negan. Please."

"Please what?"

"Please Negan."

He removes his hands from his jacket to lean over me, holding himself above me with one hand on the bed while bringing the other to lightly grip my throat.

His dark hazel eyes dart back and forth between mine as he squeezes his fingers gently around my neck. My face reddens even more at the sudden loss of air.

"Try again, doll."

"Please... daddy." I choke out and he quickly releases my throat.

"Good girl." He kisses my lips softly before thrusting his hips hard, completely filling me until his balls are flush against me.

I scream out and his hand immediately covers my mouth while his head dips to the side of mine and his deep voice fills my ear once again.

"Sshhh, baby. I know. I know." He pulls out almost completely before sliding in again, this time softer but just as deep.

My eyes fill with tears at the pain but I don't want him to stop. My fingers grip the bottom of his jacket as he continues fucking me hard and at a steady pace. The headboard begins to lightly bump the wall above me and my eyes widen with panic.

"Negan, the bed. My dad's room is right on the other side."

He chuckles lightly in my ear but doesn't speak. Instead, he pounds into me even harder and faster with his head is buried into my neck.

"Negan!" I whisper yell at him but it feels too good to make him stop. The closer my orgasm gets, the less I care about my dad hearing us.

After a few more thrusts, he slows down and suddenly flips us over with his dick still inside me until I'm laying over him.

"Negan, my dad's gonna come in here! We have to be quie-"

Before I finish, he lifts his knees up and rams his cock into me hard. It feels even deeper from this angle and hits a spot that makes me see stars.

"Come here, baby." He maneuvers me until my arms are wrapped around him and my head is nestled into his neck. He smells like musky cologne and sweat and I can't help but lick him. Our mouths are next to each others ears, breathing and moaning heavily as he begins to thrust up into me faster than ever. The headboard slams into the wall with force but I don't even care.

This feeling is unlike anything I've ever felt or knew was possible, so the last thing I'm gonna do is tell him to stop.

"Negan.." I cry out. "Faster."

He obeys and wraps his arms around me tighter, fucking me at an animalistic pace. I cum so hard and fast I don't even have time to announce it. My pussy clenches and I feel myself suddenly leak around him, soaking his dick and probably even the bed below us.

"Goddamn. That's my good fucking girl... You gonna let daddy cum in this pussy, baby?"

"Yes! Please." I whine.

He growls in my ear and holds himself deep and still inside me as his dick pulses over and over.

I try to slide off of him when he's finished, but he holds me tight, not letting me leave.

"Negan, you need to leave before my dad-"

"He's not here, sweetheart."

"What?!" I snap my eyes to his.

"Relax, baby. He's fine. But I did warn him that if he didn't want to hear his baby girl screaming "daddy" all night.. then he should take your siblings and go stay the night with Daryl." He grins up at me and my brows come together with confusion.

"Wait you.. you told him about our plan?"

"Of course baby. Had to be respectful and ask for your old man's blessing."

"And.. and he gave it to you?!"

Negan laughs and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Absolutely not. But respectfully, I told him he didn't have a choice."

The next morning:

My vagina is screaming at me for allowing it to be destroyed last night. I can't count on one hand how many times Negan made me cum. I open my eyes to the sun shining through my window and immediately notice Negan is gone. I shoot up and look around, seeing that his clothes are also gone.

What if he just.. got what he wanted and left..

I throw the covers off of me and get up, grabbing my sundress of the floor and throwing it on before making my way through the house.

"Carl?!.... Dad?!" I yell as I descend quickly down the stairs. I stop at the bottom to find Negan stirring a pot of something on the stove.

"There she is! Mornin' sunshine." I walk over to Negan to see what he's cooking and he holds a spoon up to my mouth, letting me taste the deliciousness. This man can fuck and cook... what a god.

"Was wonderin when you were gonna wake the hell up. It's already lunch time, baby." He presses his lips to mine and I notice his freshly shaven face. I've never seen him like his and he looks so incredibly handsome.

He lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter while standing between my legs.

"Mmm, promise me you'll wear little sundresses with no panties underneath for the rest of our lives, doll." He says as he kisses me sweetly. I giggle and wrap my arms around him, kissing his neck.

"You hungry baby?" He asks and I nod sleepily.

"Me too." He slowly gets down on his knees in front of me, draping my legs over his shoulders.

He softly licks me with his tongue, moaning from the taste before burying his face further into me until I feel his tongue push past my hole. His shaven face feels soft and much more gentle than his beard.

My fingers run through his black hair, tugging on it gently as my head falls back.

"Mmm, daddy." I moan and my eyes snap open, hearing movement at the front door. I quickly jerk Negan up while pulling my dress down and sliding off the counter, seeing my dad, Carl, and Daryl standing in the doorway. Carl quickly covers Judith's eyes while he holds her and Negan sighs annoyedly at the sight of them.

"God..DAMN it, Rick. Again? You gotta learn to fucking knock."

"It's my house." My dad's expression is unreadable as he stands there, eyeing Negan. "You said one night. You can be on your way now."

"Well now don't be fucking rude, Prick. Have a seat." He grins widely at my dad before gesturing to the table. "I made spaghetti."

The End.

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[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! i just had the most amazing 7 hrs of my life just scrolling through your page and reading all of your marauders work!! i never even thought about poly!marauders being a possibility until i found your page and i think you’ve altered my brain chemistry forever???

that being said, i would absolutely be so grateful if you could write a gn!reader with poly!marauders at the start of their relationship, where reader’s a much shorter than average person and the boys (who would be so, so tall) have to learn how to walk slower to make sure they don’t leave them behind. i’m so much shorter than my friends and what i do most of the times is run forward in advance and be in front of the group so i don’t get left behind. i’m totally used to it by now, but it’d be nice to have ppl recognize not everyone can go at the same pace, you know? that was so long, so sorry!! and no worries at all if you don’t wanna write it, totally understand! love u so much 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Hi love!! Omg, 7 hours??? Were your eyes okay after that? Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but thanks a ton for requesting and I hope you like it <3

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 644 words

It’s mainly James and Sirius that are the problem. Remus has learned to hold your hand to temper his own long-legged pace, but much like with talking, when James and Sirius get together they start moving at double the speed. 

“Should we call them?” he asks. 

You consider it. “Let’s see how far they get before they notice.” 

A couple more minutes go by, and Remus can barely see the tops of their heads through the crowded sidewalk. 

“Still no idea?” He searches for notes of dejection in your tone, but finds only amusement. 

“None.” 

“Let’s hide.”

He blinks. “What? No, love…” He sighs reluctantly, but lets you tug him into a nearby coffee shop. 

You buy them each a hot chocolate, and it’s five more minutes before Sirius and James go by in the shop’s window, appearing slightly bemused but otherwise unconcerned. You make to go outside, but this time it’s Remus who holds you back. 

“No, let them stew a minute.” 

The next time they come by, the pair looks noticeably more troubled. Remus knocks on the window, and you both wave when they turn to you, gawping. 

The bell jingles as they come inside. 

“Hey, we’ve been looking for you.” James rubs his hands together, blowing warmth into them. Remus feels a tiny bit guilty and takes them between his. He pretends not to see the toothy grin James shoots him. 

“Oh?” Remus makes his tone casual, and you sip at your hot chocolate to hide your smile. “For how long?” 

“Like, five minutes. You just disappeared,” Sirius complains, scooching into your chair so that you have to share it with him. He peers at your hot chocolate, then Remus’. “Oi, you didn’t get any for us?” 

“Interesting,” Remus goes on, ignoring the question, “because we’ve been in here for nearly fifteen.” 

Sirius blinks, and James cocks his head. “Really?” James asks. 

You nudge Remus’ leg playfully under the table. “No,” you tell them, rolling your eyes. “We just wanted to see how long it would take you guys to notice we weren’t behind you.” 

“You could stand to be a little more considerate,” Remus says primly, sipping his hot chocolate. 

“Aw, baby.” Sirius nestles his freezing nose into your cheek, grinning when you squirm away. “Did those little legs of yours separate us?” 

You roll your eyes, but once again Remus comes to your defense. “Their legs aren’t the problem, yours are. Until you two can learn to be considerate of the less…height privileged” —he pretends not to see the aghast look you send him, and goes on with faux dispassion— “there will be no hot chocolate for either of you.” 

Sirius scoffs, but James is nodding slowly, seeming to mull things over. “Sounds fair,” he says. “However, have you considered that we could simply purchase our own hot chocolate?” 

“Not,” says Remus, “on ethical grounds.” 

James pulls his hands kindly from Remus’ grasp, giving him an almost consoling pat on the shoulder. “C’mon, Pads, let’s go order.” Sirius hops up, and James stops by your chair on his way past to drop a kiss on your head. “We’ll try to keep to your speed from now on, lovie. Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you say, having forgiven them long before they even knew they wanted to be forgiven. 

“Honestly, who should you really be mad at?” Sirius gives you a conspiratorial look. “Your knight in shining armor over there just called you ‘the less height privileged.’” 

“Don’t let him turn us against each other,” Remus says, reaching across the table to clasp your hand firmly. “It’s how he gets his way.” 

“I know,” you stage-whisper back. Then to Sirius, “Go get your hot chocolate, and I’ll decide who I’m mad at depending on whether there’s a slice of pumpkin bread with you when you come back.” 

He scurries towards the counter.

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[greg-montgomery]

i saw your post about jealous!hotch, so I was wondering if you can write something where there isn't an established relationship between hotch and bau!reader (yet ;))), the reader is a huge fan of an actor/character (kind of like how we, hotch girls, fangirl over Aaron 🤭) and Hotch got jealous whenever he hears her talks about the actor/character and then the reader was wondering why he's acting unusual, (like he would mutter something to himself like how he's much better than the man the reader talks about but they don't hear it, or he's suddenly not in a mood, etc.) and the team knows why he's acting unusual (he's jealous) and they're entertained watching the both of them be oblivious, and hotch kind of slipped or something that revealed his feelings for the reader🤭 if you can't write it, then it's okay!! feel free to change anything however you want<33

hehe what if aaron was jealous of thomas gibson himself 🤭🤭🤭

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“I am definitely taller than him.”

“What was that, Hotch?” you asked, after hearing him mumble something under his breath.

“Nothing,” he said more clearly this time. “Go back to your very important conversation with Garcia. The meeting doesn’t start until ten, so you have plenty of time.”

“Thank you,” you answered with a smile, pretending you didn’t notice his sarcasm.

“So he’s tall and respectful? What else would a girl need?” Penelope swooned, picking up from where you two had left off.

“I’m telling you! Penny, I swear…Greg is my dream man.”

You had turned your spinning chair to the side so you could face Garcia, and missed the way Aaron rolled his eyes at your words.

“And they got married the day they met?” she asked, her hand on her chest.

“Yes! It’s so romantic. And don’t even get me started about all the physical touch. It’s definitely his love language.”

“Ugh…He sounds perfect.”

“He is.”

“So are you gonna show me how he looks like?”

“Right!” you exclaimed. “I have a whole album of pictures of him. Wait.”

You pulled out your phone and found a screenshot from the episode of “Dharma & Greg” you were watching the night before. “That’s my baby.”

Aaron should be feeling lucky you were still turned to the side and couldn’t see the way he was desperately trying to take a peek at your phone.

“Oh,” Penelope said. But it wasn’t the kind of ‘oh’ you were expecting.

“What?” you asked disappointed. “Don’t tell me he isn’t hot. He’s literally a doll.”

“No, I…” she said. She seemed startled. “He is…um…really good looking. But…Y/N…Do you not notice something in particular about him?”

“Like what?”

“Tall. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Cheekbones.”

“Yeah, like I said: my dream man,” you simply said, unable to understand where she was going with this.

“He’s not all that.”

That was Aaron.

“How would you know?” you were quick to ask him.

“I googled this Thomas Gibson guy who played Greg,” he said, acting casual. “He’s average at best.”

“He is not average,” you defended him.

“I can’t tell which one of you is more stupid,” Penelope said softly, mostly to herself.

“What?” you both replied at the same time.

She shook her head. “Nothing. I just remembered…I have to go make a phone call.”

Once you were left alone with your boss you crossed your arms against your chest and furrowed your brows. “Average…”

“He’s just some guy.”

“He’s not. He’s the most handsome man in the world,” you said.

“Sure.”

At his last word, you got up from your seat and walked so you could stand right in front of him with a smirk.

“What?”

“You sound almost jealous of him.”

“Why would I be jealous of him?”

“I don’t know, Hotch,” you replied, your smirk getting even wider. “Why would you?”

He stared at the picture of your celebrity crush he had previously googled. “He has nothing I should be jealous of. I mean my hair is better, and I’m pretty sure I’m taller.”

“I knew that was what you said earlier!”

“Shut up.”

You giggled and tilted your head looking at him. The way he said those two words almost reminded you of Greg.

“You kind of look like him.”

“I don’t see it,” he said, taking a glance at his phone again.

“I think I do.” You smiled softly.

Maybe your dream man was your grumpy, stubborn, and very very adorable boss after all.

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[b00kdiary]

Unexpected (Part I)

Aemond Targaryen X Betrothed Baratheon reader

Aemond Targaryen is sent to Storm's End to secure a marriage pact to gain the Baratheon's alliance in the war. And yet, when he discovers Y/N Baratheon, the black sheep of her family, hidden away at his arrival, he knows that fate has predestined their meeting. He has to have her.

Warning: long chapters, swearing, eventual mature content (18 +)

Masterlist (Aemond Targaryen)

“Prince Aemond Targaryen”

My name was announced as I entered the dark and macabre hall of Storm’s End. My eye quickly flickered to the round and dark-featured male sitting upon his chaise, watching me as I moved towards him.

The room was silent besides the pattering of rain against the stone walls and the click of my heels against the floors.

“Prince Aemond” Ser Borros Baratheon greeted, his head dipping in respect, though he did not stand from his chair.

I didn’t particularly care for the impertinence, but my boredom at this tedious affair was pushing me to end this quickly and fly home.

“Lord Baratheon, thank you for extending your welcome to me. You have a fine home.” The words were still and passive as I stood before the man. He observed me, eyes weary at the eye patch adorning my face and the various daggers and swords strapped across my body.

They were not for him, I reminded myself, trying to ease my posture to not be honed for violence and battle.

“It is an honour to have you here Prince Aemond” Borros replied, his deep voice echoing in the large space. “The raven your mother previously sent was persuasive indeed, a rather beneficial alliance for my house should we choose to ally with your brother instead of Princess Rhaenyra.”

He chose his words carefully- brother, not King and Princess, not Queen.

“I don’t see any downfalls to joining our cause, Ser” I raised my brow, scrutiny across my tight face. “King Aegon has the allyship of majority houses and their men, and should you too ally with us not only will you be on the winning side of this war but your grandchildren will be both of Targaryen and Baratheon blood.”

The idea slithered across me in disgust, the prospect of marriage and children one that brought a scowl to my face.

Though I did not show it, I would do my duty to my family and marry.

But that did not mean I had to do so with a smile on my face.

Lord Baratheon considered, his large chest rising in a deep exhale as he nodded in agreement.

“Right you are Prince Aemond.” He said, and I nodded my head in thanks, victory filling me at the notch in our belt against my whore sister and her bastard children.

“Bring in my girls” Borros called, his dark eyes shifting to the left doorway, a mixture of pride and uneasiness etched across his face. My lips thinned and I hide my gloom as four ladies strode in, each beautiful, tall and thin with dark hair and eyes and lovely gilded skin.

I wouldn’t pretend that they were unpleasant, but as my eyes ran down the line, ignoring the hopeful and pleasing smiles etched onto each girl's face, I frowned.

“I was told that you had five daughters, Lord Baratheon.” The room shifted at my words, Borros tensing as each girl's smile faltered. “There are only four here.”

“Indeed Prince” He rustled out, rubbing at his beard with annoyance. “My youngest daughter is… not suitable for this arrangement.” The words came out in a hesitant, strained tone.

“Her age?” I asked my brow-raising, curiosity filling me.

How unsuitable could she be that her father would deny her the chance to marry a Prince?

“Ten and eight,” He said frowning “But that is not the issue at hand. There are four of my very beautiful and endearing daughters before you, you may choose between them.”

My eyes narrowed at that command and Borros stiffened as I stepped closer, the light above cascading over my severe expression.

“What is wrong with her exactly?” I demanded, my voice slipping into that calm storm that had most men shaking, and though Borros contained himself, fear flashed in his eyes.

“She is not particularly trained for the challenges of marriage, My Prince” One of his daughters, the girl in the middle stated, her eyes bright and lip quirked as she beheld me. “ We consider her a bit… simple and strange in our family.”

The other girls giggled, hands covering their mouths delicately as she spoke and my eyes tapered, silencing their teasing.

“I will choose my betrothed upon seeing all of your daughters, Lord Baratheon, as is my right” I mandate stoically, eyes falling back to the rage and ire that shines on the Lord’s face. He looks as if he will protest and even the young women beside him look outraged, but no one disagrees.

“Mary” Lord Baratheon calls to the Lady-in-waiting standing by the door, his voice a sharp slice “Call for... “

“No need for the trouble Lord, I will follow Mary to the young ladies' chambers and return with my answer. The walk will allow me some needed time to think, I’m sure.” I tried not to show my distaste at the girls before me, but still, they seemed stiff with indignation.

I didn’t wait for the Lord’s reply before strolling over to Mary, and her face flushed and auburn hair fell to shield her face as she bowed to me in greeting. I nodded, tilting my lips in what I hoped was not an intimidating greeting and she calmed marginally before turning on her heel to lead me through the doors.

To the unwanted daughter that lay beyond.

***

“Gods, I am going to throttle Floris for touching my things. She never puts them back where they belong” I mutter, growling in anger as I grabbed my discarded book off a completely random shelf, a place it had not been before.

The doors of my chambers click open, and with eyes firmly on the novel in my hands, I turn “Mary, tell me, which of my miserable sisters did the Dragon choose as his prey” I tease, chuckling.

“The Dragon is yet to decide which prey suits him.” An amused and deep voice rasped.

I gasped, my book clattering to the floor as my eyes beheld the silver-haired, one-eyed Prince before me. “Shit!” I whispered and then winced at the profanity as I ducked to grip the book back into my shaking hands.

The Prince watched me with a wide and surprised eye, his lips twitched slightly at the corner as he observed my rattled form and obscenity.

“My Prince” I bowed quickly, discarding my book and attempting to recall how the Septa would scream at me to bend my knees lower and straighten my back. “I express regret, I had not been expecting your presence in my chambers-“

His eye glosses over the room at my words, taking in the books littered carelessly across the floor and tables, the clothes scattered in a heap at the corner of the room and I close my eyes in humiliation as his eye finally falls to my white and fitted nightdress.

The one I had adamantly not wanted to change out of.

I fiddled with my fingers, nerves wrecking through my body as I beheld his scrutinising watch, his face tensed with contemplation as he looked at me. His face revealed nothing of what he thought though, that angled and strong face a wall of impassivity.

My gaze flickered over him, having never seen him before. I took in the tight and form-fitting leathers that clung to the toned body beneath obscured by his long coat, the assortment of weapons strapped to him before tracing over the thin line of his pursed lips, the smooth texture across his severe face.

And that eye patch.

He hardened as my gaze fell upon it, as if in expectance, as if in interest at my reaction. Though when I merely cocked my head, curiosity and gentleness filling my eyes at the soft scar and brown leather, he seemed to relax, huffing quietly.

“It would seem that you were neglected from the introductions today, Lady –“ His brow raised in expectance and I stepped forward, arms folding over my body to hide from him.

“Y/n, Lady Y/N” I replied quietly and he nodded softly in acknowledgement.

“I was told that you were not suitable for this arrangement Lady Y/N, despite being of age and your sisters implied that you were not appropriated with the requirements for marriage.” He drawled, observing my reaction as he spoke.

“Let me guess” I muttered, biting back the bitterness in my tone “They described me as simple and odd, a cordial way of calling me a freak and unparalleled to them as a Lady and woman.” I scoffed out a laugh at that tired dialogue, and the Prince's eyes seemed to light in response, his body now leaning against the chest of draws at his side.

“Indeed” He hummed, curiosity and intrigue beaming in that sole eye.

***

The girl before me was not what I had been expecting.

I suspected that the fifth daughter had some kind of abnormality, a deformation that had marred her as unpleasant or made her act out.

And yet, as I stared at the blushing girl before me, it didn’t quite make any sense.

She was lovely, not like her sisters but unique from them.

Her chocolate brown eyes were wide and doe-like, intently watching me as I considered. She had thick and flowing straight mousy hair that was untamed as it fell down her back and shoulders, laying across the nightgown she had clearly not cared to remove.

It told me that either she had not been expecting company, or she did not care to impress said company.

My lips quirked at that, amusement filling me at, indeed, the strangeness of her character.

My gaze trailed lower, grazing over the supple breasts prominent below the white gown and then over her soft and curved hips and the stomach that sat out against the cotton material.

Unlike her sisters, she was much shorter and curvaceous, her body shaped with flesh and softness that went from the roundness of her blushed cheeks, to her breasts and ass, and I imagined filled at her hips, stomach and thighs.

She flushed slightly at my wondering eye, her hands clasping and unclasping before her, her restless feet rocking back and forth, as if desperate for me to either speak or leave.

She didn’t appear frightened of me though, besides the initial shock that had her jumping and swearing at my entrance, she hadn’t so much as stuttered as we talked.

“What do you think Lady?” I asked suddenly, my arms folding over my chest. She quirked a brow at me, surprised that I was asking for her opinion.

I imagined that very few cared to hear her thoughts in this place.

“I-“ She paused, swallowing as she looked down for a moment “I understand their sentiment, I have never been one for embroidery or etiquette classes, not particularly amenable. Especially not for a Prince. My sisters have excelled in that department and they are better suited to marry into the Targaryen family and bring honour to the Baratheon name.”

The words were quieter and tamed in comparison to the girl I first found when entering the room. I bit back my ire at that shining insecurity, that familiar ache of understanding running through me at the displacement she felt.

“Tell me about yourself” I demanded and she balked at that. I chuckled, low and throaty and she bit her lip in weariness. “Tell me more about what you like Lady- if not etiquette and embroidery then what?”

She contemplated for a moment, her hands rubbing against her thighs as she still gnawed on that plump lip. I begrudgingly dragged my attention away from her lips as she spoke.

“Reading,” She said nodding, her eyes lighting as she looked at the endless books scattered across the room. “I enjoy reading. And being outside; in the garden, the neighbouring villages… I used to train with my father as a little girl, wooden swords and then eventually a bow and arrow.”

I quirked my brow at that knowledge “Not many young ladies find interest in weaponry and fighting.” I say, though my words hold no judgement and she smiles slightly in appreciation at that.

“No, they don’t. And, such in my case, even if they do the unspoken laws of society deem it inappropriate” She rolled her eyes with ire and I hummed in response. “ But still when I can, when no one is watching and I have the time, I will practice archery and occasionally mimic what my father does with a dagger or sword.”

Her words held purpose, that shine of passion and delight flashing across her eyes as if in memory.

I don’t know why I did it, what came over me but before she could begin speaking again, I tore my dagger from its sheath and with imperceptible swiftness chucked it toward her.

Most women and some men would have recoiled, and rushed out of the way in instinct.

And yet, she caught it.

Her fingers wrapped around the handle, slightly off-kilter, knuckles white as she panted, her eyes wide in disbelief.

I smirked slightly, nodding to myself as I stood up straighter. My arms linked behind my back as she gaped at me, her large eyes flickering from me to the shining dagger in her right hand.

“What if I hadn’t caught it?” She demanded, a trace of anger lacing her words.

“But you did,” I replied simply, and her eyes narrowed down at that nonchalance lacing my tone.

Gone was that shy girl.

Good.

My face fell back into neutrality as I began to stalk toward her. She stiffened at my approach, her hand still holding that dagger before her as she watched me with weariness. I stopped an inch in front of her, that dagger's edge pressing into the leather at my rib.

She exhaled sharply as her uncertain and anxiety-riddled eyes observed me and she audibly inhaled, her hand shaking as I grazed my thumb against her palm, the dagger falling into my awaiting hand.

Y/N remained silent as I sheathed the dagger back in my belt, her breath a hot and shaky caress over my chin, her eyes looking up at me with perplexion.

“Lady Y/N,” I said calmly, my lips tilting at the corner in a lazy smile “ Please pack a small overnight bag with some clothes and necessities.”

She froze, lip pulling into her teeth as she hissed.

“Why?” She whispered back, hoarsely.

“Because you will be returning to Kings Landing with me.” I said, a low and carnal rumble “as my betrothed.”

***

I gaped, my mouth falling open in utter shock.

As my betrothed.

My heart was hammering in my chest so loud that it was all I could hear, all I could comprehend as I stared dumbly at the Prince before me.

“What?” I spat, noticing his eye spark in humour at the lack of formality and propriety behind my baffled tone.

“Pack whatever you wish, the rest can be brought over in the coming weeks.” He ignored my horror and trembling body as he stood back, his gaze shifting towards my door with veiled boredom. “I should go and inform your father and sisters of my choice.”

My sisters.

Oh, gods. My sisters.

I had just stolen their chance with the Prince, unwittingly yes, but they won’t see it like that.

“You worry about their reaction?” He asks, his jaw clenched, and I can’t form the words, so I merely nod in reply. He scowls, lips curling back from his teeth, “Not even the Gods could deny me what I want my Lady, your father and sisters stand little chance.”

My heart stuttered at the cruel and downright possessive tone and before I can even respond, the Prince is turning on his heel and coolly walked through my room and out the door.

Oh, dear Gods.

My hand was clutching my chest as I panted, desperately trying to gather myself when my eyes lifted to Mary, my lady-in-waiting, standing hesitantly by the door.

“The Prince chose me” I whisper, shock and horror present in my stiff body and wide eyes.

“I know” She nods, her face grave and she rushes towards me with a shaky sigh. “It is ok, Lady. You must breathe… here, sit” She pulls me over to a chair and my body collapses against it with a thud.

“Ok?” I choke, my voice and alarm rising “I am not suited to marry anyone, never mind a Prince of the Targaryen family!” I spread my hands over the cold wood of the table, digging my nails into the roughness to draw myself out of the hysteria.

I gasp, chest heaving up and down, up and down as I begin to hyperventilate. Mary rushes to kneel beside me, her golden eyes bright with worry as she rubs soothingly at my back.

“Y/N” she calls and snaps her fingers before my eyes to bring my attention back to her. “Do your list, tell me… tell me what are the pros and cons of this marriage” She beseeches with a straight and calm face.

Pros and cons.

My mind focuses, pushing out the blur and begins to flick through them, beginning with cons per usual.

“He’s said to be a very terrifying and ruthless man, I’ve heard some terrible tales about Prince Aemond.” I shudder, but she ushers me to continue “His family is in the middle of a civil war, I could get caught up in that nonsense and knowing me I’d probably get killed.” I whimper.

“And the pros?” She urges, nodding to me.

“He didn’t… he seemed normal, a little icy but not cruel or scary like I had thought he would be.” I say, nodding along tentatively as Mary does, a small smile gracing her lips “And… I suppose that Kings Landing would be rather beautiful, full of culture and experience. The opposite of Storms End.” I feel that clenching pressure in my chest begins to ease as more and more positives start to outweigh the negatives.

“One more.” She stresses, smiling encouragingly as my breathing evens out.

“And my sisters are going to cry with fury when they realise that their freakish, unpleasant little sister has snagged the Prince that they were desperately fighting each other for. They didn’t even consider me a contender, had bad-mouthed me, and yet it is I who will become a Princess.” I snorted, a giggle escaping me at the thought and its absurdity and as Mary chuckles along, I can’t help the endless and overwhelming bellowing of laughter that rushed out of me.

I bellow, clutching my chest, tears leaking from my eyes and Mary reciprocates, her slightly more mature skin, creasing.

“What is the meaning of this?” A stern female voice demanded.

The laughter cuts off abruptly at the sight of my mother’s fury in the doorway, her blue eyes glaring harshly at the two of us. Mary stood apologies falling from her lips, but my mother didn’t even glance her way.

“It seems that Prince Aemond has chosen you as his betrothed, Y/N,” She said coming towards me, her eyes softening as she beheld my apprehension. “You must fulfil your duty to our family, this alliance, this marriage will secure our place for centuries to come.”

“But mother, I didn’t intend-“

“It matters not what you did or did not intend, Prince Aemond had chosen you as his Lady wife, quite adamantly, and you will leave with him today.” Her sharp eyes snapped to Mary. “Begin packing her things, only necessary garments, only her best and some fine jewellery too.”

Mary bowed and rushed off, moving swiftly around my room to pack and organise for me to leave.

Leave my family.

Leave my home.

“Come” Mother called, her hand gripping mine and helping me up before pulling me along and sitting me before my vanity. She was wordless as she began brushing through my long hair, careful as she yanked out the knots in them.

She had not done this for me since I was a little girl.

My heart clenched and throat tightened as I beheld her frown, not at the wildness of my hair, but as she looked at me, knowing that I would soon be departing.

No one expected that this would be my last day at home.

I sat silently, my eyes taking in every feature, every touch, every smell of her as she pulled back the silken locks, pinning and half braiding the hair to fall in an extravagant fish-tail plait against my back. Her soft hands tugged at the front pieces loosening them, and the dark coffee strands framed my face.

I begrudgingly allowed her to rub a pink-rose petal extract against my cheeks and lips to bring some colour to them and even while flinching, I allowed her to adorn my eyes with the black kohl. I turned to her, my hands fidgeting relentlessly as she gazed at me.

“Beautiful” She whispered softly and I nearly sobbed at that pained tone, at that word that rarely had ever left my mother’s lips when regarding me.

I focused on my breathing as I was stripped, rubbed, cleaned and then oiled with jasmine and lavender before a few more servants came to help dress me.

Unlike my usual loose and unrestricted garments, my mother chose a dark green and cream embroidered gown, the neck low and laced as it went straight across my shoulders and back, revealing the bare skin there and my collarbones. The pearls adorning the clasps at my breasts revealed slight peeks of the flesh underneath, as scandalous as my mother could allow.

The dress fit tight against my chest and waist, hugging the stomach that was not at all flat. My mother frowned as she ordered the dress tightened, and I gasped in pain, my hands flying to the wall to hold myself up as the servant pulled the laces at the back, more and more.

By the time she was done, breathing felt like inhaling glass, but indeed, my waist and stomach were snatched in and looked much smaller than it truly was. I levelled out my breath as I beheld the way the dress flared out at my wide and fleshy hips, unchanged in shape, before cascading down in soft open waves around my simple flats.

I looked pretty, delicate yet womanly, and more polished than I’d ever been.

But I looked nothing like myself.

And The Prince seemed to notice that immediately.

I followed wordlessly behind my mother as we entered the Great Hall and as my eyes locked onto Prince Aemond’s, he frowned, his eyes falling over my hair, and face and then resting on the waist that was too small.

I blanched at his stare but quickly was saved from any further scrutiny as my Father came to stand before me.

“Father” I whispered tenderly and his eyes melted as he beheld me.

“My little girl, all grown up.” He said quietly enough that only I could hear. I choked, tears now welling in my eyes, and I did not care who was around as I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest with a sob.

He sighed dejectedly, his large body engulfing mine in a hug that was too much yet not enough. I shook slightly as he rubbed my back and pacified me, and after a few moments, he pulled back, sadness in his now-red eyes.

I wiped at my face, not caring at how the cosmetic had smudged there as I regained my composure and evened my breathing. He nodded gravely at me and as he kissed my palm with a father's love, it took everything in me to not begin sobbing again.

I sniffed, my hands clasped against my stomach in pain as he moved from my path and I beheld my four sisters.

And suddenly, crying felt bizarre to do.

They glared at me, accusation and bewilderment in their brown eyes, even as they beheld how I looked. I could see that writhing jealousy a mile away. I sighed wretchedly and bowed my head slightly with a frown in goodbye.

They seemed to pause, their faces faltering as they glanced at one another. I turned to move away and before I knew it, I felt several arms wrap around me at once.

“Oh, you absolute pest, how can you leave us” Cassandra scolded against my neck, even as a gasp of a cry escaped her.

I laughed in surprise as my sisters hugged me fiercely, and was even more surprised by the small cries and wet tears that I felt against me from them all. “Take care of yourself Y/N, don’t forget ‘Ours is the Fury’,” Floris said, tears shining in her beautiful eyes as she pressed a gentle kiss to my cheeks.

I nodded back firmly, no longer crying, yet dumbfounded and unable to speak. They all stepped back from me, retreating to the side again as I closed my eyes and braced myself before turning to walk over to Prince Aemond.

He was frowning uneasily as he watched me, his arms behind his back and his body straight but his face did not hold any cruelty, any mocking as he beheld my tears.

My breath caught in my throat as his hand lifted, steady and sure and so very gently wiped away a tear that fell down my cheek. I bit my lip, my hands clenching as he watched me and my body grew hot under that neutral look.

“Prince Aemond, perhaps you should consider your journey, the sky seems to be darkening.” My father roughly cut in, a harsh and protective glare thrown at the Prince. He looked at my father, irritation lighting his face but he simply nodded, looking once at me in confirmation and then walking towards the front doors.

I followed behind with shaking hands and trembling feet but I tried to maintain my control as we stepped out into the courtyard.

Where a Dragon the size of a castle stood, baring its teeth and growling in all its glory and horror.

“Vhagar” I gasped in amazement and Prince Aemond’s eyes locked with mine, his lips parting.

“You know of my dragon?” He questions in intrigue.

“Of course,” I say, my eyes returning back to the beast in complete awe “She’s the largest in the world, Visenya rode her during Aegon’s conquest- well their conquest, I suppose. ”

Silence followed and my eyes moved back to the Prince, but he was already watching me, an expression of respect playing on his strong face.

“Well, considering you already know so much about her, riding her shall be little difficulty then.”

“What?” I snapped but then cringed in apology at the horrified look my mother threw my way. He snorted quietly before walking forward towards Vhagar and I trailed, my stomach twisting into knots.

Never mind dying in the war, I’d probably get eaten by the thing before I even left my home.

“Don’t worry my Lady” He said, noting my paleness “ Vhagar will not harm you, not when she sees you with me and you won’t fall, because I won’t let you.” His stare held conviction, utter conviction, and I merely nodded reluctantly in reply.

“I suppose that dying while riding a Dragon is quite a worthy death” I joked, and despite my family's indignation and sighs, Prince Aemond merely huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. He held out his right hand as he stopped beside the ladder descending down Vhagar’s back, patiently waiting for me to take it.

I exhaled harshly as I neared the obscenely large and terrifying creature, the low growls and snarls reverberating across the ground and into my body. I nodded to my sisters and then to my father and mother in a final farewell.

I look away quickly at the bitter sadness that seems to suffocate the air, my eyes already burning. Instead, I place my shaky hands in the strength and solidity of the Prince’s and I’m glad for the reassurance in his sapphire blue eye.

He takes my hand and places it against Vhagar’s rough skin, and I shudder at the scale and indents of hundreds of years’ worth of life as the beast groans but doesn’t falter. I nod once and Prince Aemond hoists me up, my hands coming to grip the ropes and lift my gown so that I won’t trip.

My chest aches in fear but as I glance down, Prince Aemond is already right beside me.

“You won’t fall, I won’t let you.” His eye seems to say in a reminder as he watched me.

I inhale and exhale deeply and without too much thought, I begin my climb up the side of the beast. It takes some time and exertion, my weariness and gown obstructing me and a few times, I would slip a step and cry out, only for a hand to instantly be at my ankle or shin, guiding me back to the step.

I pant as I eventually reach the top of Vhagar, my fingers digging into the seat placed there and I use that hold to drag myself up and onto the very top. I rasp as I take in the view, so much higher, far more surreal atop the writhing beast than it was through the window of a tower.

“Well done, My Lady,” Prince Aemond rasps beside my ear and I blush as I notice how close his body is to mine as he kneels beside me. He didn’t look nearly as winded, in fact, his body seemed to calm and breathing evened from the familiarity of his dragon.

He takes my hand and helps me onto the front of the seat, his hands fixing my skirt so that my legs could hold against the sides without issue. I shiver as his nimble fingers lift the material and he caresses my legs up to my knee, readjusting and strapping a tie around the sides.

 I don’t speak, nor does he, as he ties another around my waist, the rope attaching to the seat.

“In case you lose yourself in the air, the rope will ensure that you don’t fly off of Vhagar,” He says, noticing my stare, but when I blanche, he adds “ But I will already be there to ensure that none of that happens.”

“Thank you,” I say softly as he finishes securing me in place and then with swift and easy movements, the Prince moves behind me and mounts the seat.

I hiss in harshly at the feeling of his chest pressed to my back, though he doesn’t comment, instead his long and toned arms reach around my waist with efficiency, securing a tie all the way around the both of us before hooking it into place.

I tremble against the heat of his body, his chest and thighs like fire as it presses against my thin clothes and I bite my lip as the cool caress of air brushes my right cheek as he speaks lowly to me.

His hands fall to my waist as he says “ My sight is limited as you know, I rely on my right to steer Vhagar” He shifts my body to his left side where the eye patch is and rests my back against his chest there so his head is peaking over my right shoulder without any obstruction.

I nod absently, my body still tense and stiff at the foreign feeling of him and his hands that are grazing across my waist and hips, and perhaps unwittingly, but the sides of my breasts too.

“Should you feel you need the extra support, for fear or whatever else, you can grab onto these handles here, they will keep you firmly rooted in place.” He says seriously as if it were a crash course in Dragon safety.

“What about you?” I ask quietly and his eye glances over my shoulder to my weary face “If something happens… have you ridden with someone else on your dragon before?” I question and he shakes his head slowly, but his hands grip my waist in reassurance.

“Vhagar has never acted out without provocation and I do not expect that we will find any in the skies as we fly back home. I will be fine, as will you.” He reaffirms and I nod gently, my body relaxing against him slightly.

Once we were completely strapped in, I gazed down towards my family, much smaller as they stood at the doors of our home- no, their home now. I felt my chest constrict and tears burn my eyes as I lifted a tremoring hand and waved, their answering waves back a dagger to my heart.

Prince Aemond frowned at my teary sight but did not say anything as his hands snaked around my waist and he clasped onto the ropes there.

“Vhagar! sīmonagon se ivestragī īlva sōvegon” Prince Aemond bellowed out, and I crooned in wonder at that authoritative and accented tone, even more surprise filling me as that wild beast, listened and purred in response, stretching out its endlessly long wings.

“Ready, My Lady?” Prince Aemond whispered with a grin beside my ear and I couldn’t contain the thrill that wrecked through me as I gripped the handles before me.

“I’m ready, My Prince.”

He huffed, a hot breath beside my ear before he commanded “Sōvegon!”

And we were shooting up to the sky.

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[oikasugayama]

I wrote this for myself because it's my birthday and I love Ango. Yes, I made myself a little flustered with this. I love this animated man.

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"Ms. [Y/N], can I have a brief word with you in my office?"

You look up from your work slowly, letting your eyes trail up the tall, slim frame of the man standing before you.

"Of course Mr. Sakaguchi, but may I ask what we'll be discussing?" you ask, standing and brushing your skirt flat. He watches you closely but you don't sense any malice.

"It's about your time off request." Mr. Sakaguchi turns on his heel and walks down the hall to his office. You aren't exactly his secretary, and he isn't exactly your boss, but given that you work on his contracts he does have say in your schedule, so to any eavesdroppers or nosy workers in the building it makes sense that he'd ask you to his office regarding your schedule.

To you, though, it doesn't make sense. You could see though his lie a million miles away.

As soon as his office door closes behind you, you tell him as much.

"My time off request was the best excuse you could come up with?" you ask mischievously, following him across the room to his desk. "That's a silly excuse. If you wanted some alone time with me, you could have just said so." He sits in his executive-style chair, and you perch yourself on the corner of his desk, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back on your hand to display yourself in front of him.

He reaches out instinctively to pet your thigh, letting his fingers prod against the hem of your skirt.

"Ms. [Y/N]," he says in a chiding tone that you know is him being playful. "You wrote in your request notes, and I quote--" he looks to his computer and reads, "--'It's my birthday and my birthday wish is to not work on my birthday and also for my boyfriend to spend the night with me for my birthday.'"

"It's a very reasonable request," you say innocently. "Did I mention that my birthday is tomorrow?" You smile. Mr. Sakaguchi looks at you, feigning being unamused.

"Yes, I got the message. You do know that if for some reason I hadn't been able to approve your request, it would have gone to the floor manager? What would he have thought about your unprofessionalism?"

"I can't pretend that's the most unprofessional thing I've said or done in this office," you say, laying your hand on his and urging it higher up your thigh. "Or should I say, not the most unprofessional thing we've done in this office, Ango?"

You watch as his tongue pokes out just slightly to wet his lips as he briefly thinks of what to say.

"After hours is one thing. Things that leave paper trails are another. You didn't actually say anything wrong so I'm not scolding you--"

"--Not that you could if you tried--"

"--but please next time you want my attention just say so. You don't have to send a form to ask me to spend the night with you."

"I know," you say softly, reaching out to tame a strand of hair trying to escape his typical pushed-back style. "But I wasn't going to let you forget this one. It's my first birthday since we've started dating and I'm very excited about it. I want you to come over after work tonight, and I want to wake up to you in the morning, and I want to spend the whole day with you."

"So you want me to take the day off as well?"

"Duh," you say, giggling after. "And you had two weeks to put that together because I submitted that time off request with plenty of notice."

He rolls his eyes and reaches out for you, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you toward him until you have no choice but to slide yourself off the desk and onto his lap.

"Luckily your heavy-handedness had the intended effect. I'll be seeing you tonight."

"Promptly at 5:30?" you ask, bringing up a contentious point between yourself and your workaholic partner.

"Promptly," he starts, but looks away from you--his tell-tale sign of lying and/or saying something he knows you won't be happy about. "at 6:30. I have a little bit I'll have to do to prepare for missing work tomorrow, and I want to stop at the store before going to your apartment." You make a face somewhere between a frown and a pout, prompting him to say, "I promise I'll make it up to you."

"You better," you mumble, leaning in to kiss him. He responds as he always does, kissing back enthusiastically as if your kisses are the air he breathes, while also greedily holding you in place by his large hands splayed across whatever part of your body he can grab--now being just barely above your ass with his right hand and the middle of your upper back with his left hand.

Two sharp knocks on his office door make you break the kiss with a sigh and the roll of your eyes. His actual secretary is asking permission to open the door--a code they worked out long ago before you and Ango used it to your advantage to have some alone time behind closed doors at the office.

You climb out of his lap and straighten your skirt, turning to him afterwards to make sure your lipstick--albeit a very subtle shade--hasn't accidentally transferred onto his mouth. He knows exactly what you're looking for and tilts his head toward you, making a kissy face then smiling closed-mouth, then making his neutral face.

"All good," you say, nodding. "See you tonight."

His secretary knocks quickly twice more, and you quickly cross the room to open the door.

"Sorry," you say to her, giving your best business-apologetic performance. "We were working out my schedule. He's free now."

She doesn't give you a second glance as you walk past her and back to your desk. If she's ever suspected a thing between you and her boss, she's never let on.

x

When Ango gets to your apartment at 6:25 that evening, the first thing he asks after giving you a brief kiss is “have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No,” you tell him. “I wanted to wait until you got here to ask what you wanted.”

“Good. Go relax. I’ll make dinner.”

A wide smile works across your face and you reach up on your tiptoes to give him another kiss. Instead of going to the living room or your bedroom like he expected, you sit at the breakfast bar, giving yourself the perfect view of Ango as he begins unpacking the things he picked up before coming over.

“That’s where you’re going to relax?” he asks, giving you an eyebrow-raised look.

“It’s the best seat in the house,” you say, flashing your best cutesy smile. “I can’t miss seeing you cook.” You lean your head on your hand with your elbow on the counter and pout. “It’s so hot.”

Ango’s face has never been able to hide when he’s flustered. Now his eyes widen, his cheeks redden, and he turns away from you.

“I’m just cooking, there’s nothing hot about it.” He says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging it off.

“Ugh, that’s one of my favorite parts,” you sigh, kicking your feet a little under your chair. “And now you’re gonna roll your sleeves up and it’s gonna be so hot.”

“Stop,” he whines, shoulders slumping. You bite your lip and try to get a glimpse of his face when he goes to the door to hang up his coat. Bright red, as you suspected. “You’re trying to work me up on purpose.”

“Of course I am,” you say in your overly sweet voice reserved purely for teasing your boyfriend. “It’s my birthday tomorrow and I’ve been a very good girl, so I’ve got all sorts of mischief I need to get out of my system before I turn 24.”

“I seem to recall several instances in which you were not a good girl,” Ango says, rolling his sleeves up just as you’d predicted. He seems to do it with an extra flourish in the flick of his wrist, putting on a bit of a show for you as he exposes his arms. One of your favorite words to call him--slutty-- is on the tip of your tongue begging to come out but he speaks before you can get it out, shocking you so thoroughly that you don’t speak for several minutes after.

“I prefer dessert after dinner, so if you could wait to be my brat until we’ve eaten, I would appreciate it.”

x

He never exaggerates when he says he’ll eat you for dessert. His glasses are off and his face is buried completely in your cunt, your wetness smearing all over his nose, his cheeks, his mouth, his chin. His tongue works vicious circles around your clit, as he stares up at you, demanding beforehand that you watch him, that you know who works you up so much that you become a babbling mess, unable to say even the few syllables of his name cohesively. His long, slender fingers pressing relentlessly against your g-spot make it all the more overwhelming, though he barely has to move his fingers because your twitching and squirming does most of that work for him.

He doesn’t stop until you cum twice from his tongue and fingers alone, then he finally stops, wipes his face sloppily on his arm and scoots up to you.

“Open,” he demands, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for his fingers to land on and he slides them in, letting you taste yourself and clean him off at the same time. “Good girl.”

When you stop sucking, he pulls his fingers out and wipes your spit off on the leg of his pants. You look down and immediately see the straining of his dick against the inside of his pants. He always gets hard from eating you out, and it never fails to turn you on more. The way your bodies react to each other is intoxicating, and you want nothing more right now than to choke on his cock.

“My turn?” he asks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking given where you’re staring. You nod quickly and reach for his belt, but he stops you.

“Watch.”

He waits until you’re still, then sitting on his knees so you have the perfect view he slowly unbuckles his belt, pulling it all the way off and laying it on the bed rather than dropping it to the floor. Your heart flutters, hoping that means what you think it does.

His long fingers deftly unbutton his pants and unzip them, pushing them down just enough so his dick through his underwear has a bit of room to shift and try to move upwards. He hisses at the stimulation as he palms over it, letting it move and guiding it until you can see the head of it nearly poking out of the top of his waistband.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he asks, licking his lips. You nod frantically, turning and moving around until you can settle yourself on your stomach right in front of him. He finally pulls his briefs down, hissing at the drag of the fabric down his shaft. “Go on, then.”

You hook your fingers under his waistband and pull his briefs down further, letting his balls out as well. You mouth down the side of his shaft, getting it covered in your spit and teasing him at the same time. You wrap one hand around the base of his shaft to hold him in place while the tip of your tongue teases along the shape of his tip, tracing each curve and the dip at the top. His fingers thread into your hair, and you know with just a bit more teasing he’ll force your head down and make both of you moan, but you move in before he has to.

You let his cock into your mouth, greedily accepting every long inch of him until your nose is being tickled by his pubes. He moans a pathetic whine of your name, and you bob your head shallowly, keeping as much of him in your mouth as possible.

“I still, ahh--” he whines. “I still can’t believe-- you can-- do that--” His breathing is unsteady and his voice trembles. As much as you love when he takes charge of you, you love making him pathetic at your touch even more.

You gently hold his balls in your free hand and tease your fingers over them lightly, feeling them twitch as he gets more and more worked up as you keep sucking, keep letting the tip of his cock bump the back of your throat, keep playing with his balls. His fingers tighten in your hair and he pulls, making your mouth slide toward the head of his cock.

“I’m not cumming in your mouth,” he says, trying his best to sound assertive again. “Don’t try it.”

You look up at him, and his eyes are screwed tightly shut, his teeth visible where he bites into his lip as you suckle, wiggling your tongue back and forth under him, trying your best to call his bluff. He only lets you play with him a little while longer before he’s gently cupping your jaw with one hand, signaling to you to stop. You obey, pulling back and watching cross-eyed as his dick leaves your mouth with a long string of spit connecting it to your mouth.

“You’re so good for me,” he says, petting your cheek. “And since it’s your birthday, you decide how we continue.” He lets go of your cheek and your hair, reaching up to unbutton the white shirt he still wears. You watch, licking your lips as his chest and stomach is slowly exposed. “I’m going to fuck you,” he says. “I’m going to make you forget your name. Do you want to be tied up? Do you want to ride me? Do you want to be under me so you can’t see anything but me?” 

After his shirt is gone and tossed to the floor, he gets up, taking off the rest of his clothes.

“Answer me,” he demands, standing at the side of the bed while you sit up form your laying position.

“All of it?” you ask, and he smirks.

“I knew you’d say that.”

x

By the time you finished and Ango was satisfied that he’d made you forget your name and everything else that wasn’t him, it was nearing midnight. He ran a bath for the both of you and kept his phone nearby while you were in it just so he could be the first one to tell you happy birthday as the clock struck 12.

In the morning he woke you up with breakfast in bed, and the entire day he spoiled you, giving in to your every wish. You went everywhere you wanted to go, holding his hand the whole way, anyone who could potentially see you be damned. He had a very hard time saying no to you on a regular day, and today it was simply impossible.

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[jellys-compendium]

My Papa

A Cozy Dad!Vash Drabble

Rating: G

Summary: Vash tries to teach his two rambunctious twins a new word. Cw: Soft Dad!Vash will make you melt. Prepare yourself. Word Count: ~1K A/n: More soft Dad!Vash on the way! This drabble is based off of my Trimax series. Hope you all enjoy this one!

“Alright!”

Vash takes a seat at the kitchen table, his two toddler-sized infants sit side by side on their high chairs just opposite him. Their big blue eyes are on him, alight with delight and curiosity as their papa theatrically reveals the children’s book that he’d been hiding behind his back.

“Behold!” Vash proclaims, proudly holding the book upright before his children and giving it a little shake. Luca and Layla giggle at their father’s goofy antics, their plump little fingers reaching out to try and take the book from his hands.

“Nuh uh,” Vash pulls it just out of their reach. “Both of you will get to look at it when I’m done. Right now, your papa is going to read you a story!”

The twins look at Vash quizzically, but once Vash excitedly opens the book, their eyes are immediately glued to the colorful pages before them.

 A tender smile spreads across Vash’s lips at their eagerness. For a man who had seen everything—who had met all sorts and witnessed horrors unimagined as he wandered the desert, the ex-humanoid typhoon would never tire of the wonder in his children’s eyes. 

“Today, I’m going to help the two of you say a new word.”

Vash scooches in closer and Luca and Layla wordlessly follow suit. The three of them lean in close to one another as they partake in the story that is about to unfold. Vash turns to the first page. On it are adorable drawings of a laughing child and a bearded man. Vash points to the picture and begins to enthusiastically read.

“This is my papa! I love him and he loves me!”

Vash grins, lifting the page just enough for his twins to grab it. Without missing a beat, the two turn the page, both transfixed by the colorful drawings and their father’s dramatic reading. 

Vash’s smile widens. He is positively giddy. He just knows in his gut that he’ll get them to say it this time. He can feel it!

 “My papa is tall!” Vash reads, standing up from his seat at his full height. His children erupt in a fit of giggles before turning to the next page. 

“My papa is strong!” 

Vash flexes his muscles before turning around and lifting the chair he’d just been sitting in up and over his head with a single arm. The twins roar with laughter as Vash makes a show of pretending the chair is heavier than it actually is. Then as Luca and Layla turn the page, Vash puts the chair back down and reads.

“My papa is fast!”

In an instant the energetic father of four sprints from the table and across the kitchen. His children’s laughter follows him and Vash can help closing his eyes and reveling in that angelic sound for the briefest of moments.

But no sooner does Vash take that moment, he opens his eyes and turns back around quickly, racing back to his two little munchkins. Vash’s fingers are outstretched and ready to tickle the twins’ plump little cheeks and necks once he reaches them. Luca and Layla squeal with delight, wiggling in their high chairs as they try to tickle him back, and Vash’s heart practically melts into a sappy little puddle on the floor.

Vash stops his tickles, then he sits back down and turns the page.

“My papa is gentle.”

After he reads those words, Vash reaches over to his two children and pats their heads tenderly. The two of them coo, their own fingers reaching up to capture and caress his palms. Vash smiles, and continues the story. He’s read it to them so many times, he doesn’t even need to turn the page. He knows it by heart.

“My papa is brave.”

Vash stands up and leans over the table to plant soft little kisses on his children’s foreheads. He nuzzles each one, closing his eyes as his heart swells so full of love it’s near bursting. And as Vash recites the next line, his voice cracks, just like it does every single time he reads them this story.

“M-my papa is kind.”

Vash then leans back and holds his hands up. His children don’t miss a beat, both reaching up to put their hands in his. Vash is ever so gentle as he wraps up their fingers in his tender hold.

“My papa holds me tight.”

Vash smiles and his children smile back, connecting as he recites the final line.

“My papa loves me. Morning, afternoon, and night.”

Silence fills the space then, and Vash waits for his children to respond. But the twins just look at him with happy little smiles on their faces. Vash leans in and whispers.

“Okay, go on you two. Come on, say ‘papa’!”

Luca and Layla look at Vash curiously, their adorable little heads tilting to the side as they try to grasp what their father is getting at. But as the seconds tick by in silence Vash sighs, the weight of defeat beginning to sit heavy on his chest.

“‘Papa!’ Come on, you can do it! Papa, papa, papa!”

But his children simply grin and reach for the book, turning the pages back to the beginning and looking at Vash expectantly. Vash sighs dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air as he leans back in his chair. If he didn’t know better, he’d think that the giggling from his two little babies was the universe’s way of mocking him.

“This is the fiftieth time I’ve read this to you two. What will it take for you to say ‘papa’?”

The front door opens, and the three Saverems look towards the kitchen’s threshold as familiar footsteps vibrate across the family home.

“Let’s bring these groceries into the kitchen.”

The sound of your comforting voice rings gently through the house, and upon hearing it, both Luca and Layla immediately perk up and shout out loud,

“MAMA!”

Vash groans as despair sets in his bones. Distraught, he hides his face in his hands as you, Nico and Nova enter the kitchen. It only takes one second for you to deduce what happened once you enter the scene.

Vash buries his face deeper into his palms when he hears you softly chuckle.

“You can’t win them all, typhoon.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Sticking Point 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, possible violence, illness, death, bullying, ableism, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are sent in the place of your ailing sister to marry a stranger. (Regency AU)

Character: Loki

Note: Work is starting to get pretty busy again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me &lt;3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

You are left undisturbed for near a day after the news arrives. You should be grateful for the reprieve but you cannot find respite among your unease. 

Edith is gone, your world is splintered, yet this marriage must proceed. Not for your own sake, but for your family's. You expect your father wouldn't be content to have you return to his household. The only benefit to your sister's tragedy is that he was able to rid himself of you.

Doreen informs you that you are to ready for another lunch. You choose a gown of faded peach and a bonnet with a narrow rim and white ribbon. She helps you dress before leaving to look in on your mother.

You look in the mirror and wonder if maybe you were prettier your voice wouldn't matter so much. You pin the brooch with the blue bird just below your neckline. You pretend Edith is there with you, talking you through this. I believe in you, sissy, remember when you stole my cap back from that angry hog?

You wait to be called. You hate to presume or wait around where others might be disturbed by your presence. It isn't Doreen who comes but another servant, a broad steely-haired woman. She bids you out and you follow meekly, gaze straying to the golden frames and painted canvas.

The meal is hosted in the dining hall. A long ebony table with matching chairs. Each seat is upholstered with emerald velvet and capped with curlicued posts. You are shown to yours by Parson to the one reserved for you. 

Your mother sits with her tears hidden behind her fan, not so much as looking in your direction. Doreen stands at her shoulder and offers a handkerchief. You can only hear the reprimand she would issue should you be blubbering so.

You rise as the duke enters, but not alone. Your mother leans heavily on the way, gathering herself with several flaps of her fan. She snaps it shut and tucks it away as she raises her chin, shooing away Doreen.

“Lady Thea,” Laufeyson begins before addressing you, “my parents, the Grand Duke Odin and the Grand Duchess, Frigga.”

He steps aside as an older couple stand regally in the archway. The man is burly but stout, with dark grey hair streaked with white. His jaw is set squarely and there is a familiar blue tint to his eyes. The woman is tall and blond and fair, her figure untouched by her age and her hair so golden that the grey strands only seem to make her shine.

You recognise them. The portraits in the main hall. Even with some decades since the artist’s work, they are beyond compare to their pigmented likenesses. They are as elegant and resplendent as their son. It sinks a rotten pit in your chest. Perhaps, they might not want you either.

“We’re acquainted, Thea and I,” Frigga declares, “I believe your father might recall her.”

“Yes, Lady Thea,” he bows, “I know your husband better, I’m afraid.”

The duke has a pinched look to his lip as he listens with his chin high. He moves stiffly, gesturing to the table, “mm, yes, let us be seated–”

“Loki,” Frigga says as she slowly wades forward, her skirts rippling like water, “what about your brother? He received an invitation, didn’t he?”

“Mother, certainly he did, but he is ever… unpredictable,” Loki offers. It is jarring to think of him as anything but the duke. To think he is anything but the master of Jade Park.

“Lady Jane is with child,” Frigga counters, “it might take them some time.”

“Lady Frigga, Lord Odin,” your mother begins, “I cannot remark upon your son’s hospitality enough. He’s been a wonderful host, especially…” she pauses and turns her head, touching her cheek with a gloved hand.

“Oh, we were distraught to hear of Lady Edith. Such a tragedy. So young and beautiful.”

You stare at the wall. You try not to think of the statement laced between her words. You are young too but not so beautiful.

“And your younger daughter is endearing, that is a rather charming brooch,” she turns her green irises on you.

“Thank you, Lady Fwigga,” you hold your head high as you cling to a thread of dignity.

Her cheeks bulb and there is a slight tremor in her chin before she can answer, “oh, that is a peculiar accent, dear.”

You don’t know if you should thank her. You can’t tell if she holds any derision but you’d prefer she not mention it. It’s obvious, it needn’t be emphasized.

Your eyes skitter over to Odin who watches you with quiet consideration. He does not hold the same disapproval as your father but you can’t read much in his face.

“She is all I have left,” your mother bemoans, “two daughters. That’s all I got. How I wanted to give my husband his heir but… it was not to be and now…”

“Oh, Thea,” Frigga drawls, “if you are to fraught to remain–”

“No, no,” your mother expands her fan and pushes air into her face, dabbing her tears with her knuckle, “no, I’m so happy for our families to come together.”

“As are we. It is only sensible–”

She is interrupted by some furor at the other end of the house. A smile curls her lips as a booming voice fills the corridor like thunder. As your eyes drift towards the doorway, they meet Loki’s. He looks at you with a furrow between his brows before he shifts his gaze towards the clamour.

The men rise first. You get to your feet as Parson rushes in to announce the new arrival. As he introduces Lord Thor and Lady Jane, he is almost breathless. The couple appears behind him, the towering duke clapping the groom’s shoulder so he staggers. The duchess gives a pretty smile to the grand duchess as her hand rests on her rounding stomach.

“Oh, Jane,” Frigga sweeps across the chamber to embrace her daughter-in-law without pretense, “you are immaculate,” she pulls back and cradles her cheeks, “you look well.”

“Do I? I’ve been struck sick for days.”

“But it shall pass,” Frigga avows and beckons the duchess with her to the table, “Lady Jane, my first son’s wife.”

You bow your head and your mother does the same, taking the lead as you remain silent, “Lady Jane, a delight to… meet you. Oh, my apologies,” your mother fans herself more rapidly, “your eyes, they have the same shape as my dear Edith’s.”

“Edith?” Jane utters and looks at Frigga. The grand duchess leans over to whisper gently. “Oh, my condolences, Lady Thea, oh and such timing as this?” She turns to you, “a betrothal is supposed to be a joyous affair, I cannot bear to think how you are doing.”

You don’t know what to say, as often you find yourself lacking. Your lips tremble but you do your best to keep your composure.

“I will miss my sista vewy much,” you try to speak slow and clear, but it just sounds clumsy, “I didn’t know…” you see the flicker in her eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the judgment casting a shadow over her, “I didn’t know you and yaw husband would attend.”

Jane’s lips part and her brows rise as she looks at her mother-in-law. Frigga tries not to acknowledge the almost taunting expression. You can’t. You feel it throttling you. Just be quiet.

“How fetching,” Thor intones, surprising you as he comes to stand behind his mother and wife, chewing a biscuit he snatched from the tray.

“Fetching?” Jane scoffs.

“The way she speaks, yes? I think it is… interesting.”

“That hardly matters,” Frigga insists, “it is what one says, not how they say it.”

You clamp your lips together. You want to crumple to the floor and sob. You don’t want to be stood here like some jester to entertain these people. You want to go home and see your sister’s casket. You want to be near her, even if she’s not really there.

Again, you find Loki’s distasteful glare. His throat bobs and his lips thin even further.

“Yes, yes, let us sit and eat. My staff has worked the morning to prepare us a fine lunch,” he chides, “I’d hate to see it wasted.”

🔹

You stare at your untouched plate of cold meats and cheese. You’re not very hungry. Perhaps it is grief, or more likely it is shame. You want to shrink down to a morsel of dust and disappear.

There is an odd sort of skill acquired by those who are quiet. Observation. The ability to see so much, to take in every gesture, every twitch, every look with meaning. And you do not miss those errant gazes in your direction. Some with anticipation, others with dread, each waiting for you to say another twisted syllable.

Your mother fills the silence you refuse to break. She regales the table with the story of how she met your father on the promenade, how he trod on her skirts, and she hit him with her reticule. A tale you’ve heard anon.

She hiccups suddenly and cups her hand over her mouth. You turn to look at her as her wrinkles deepen and her gulps become sobs. She shakes her hand and waves her other. Doreen appears at her shoulder.

“My lady,” the servant says.

“Oh, Lady Thea,” Frigga dismisses the maid with a subtle flick of her fingers, “let us get you some air. It is such a lovely day, and I believe we do have some matters to attend to.” She helps your mother to her feet, hanging on to her elbow, “Lord Odin, you will accompany, in case she faints.”

Odin grunts. He hasn’t said much of anything. He seems more enamoured of this plate. As he stands, he stuffs a roll of sliced ham into his mouth. Chairs scrape as you stand to see them off. Doreen follows the older trio through the archway as they set off.

You resume your seat and watch the tablecloth. Your mother was of little assistance while present but without her, you are defenseless. Loki sips from his tea as Jane spears a slice of pear with her fork and Thor cracks a hard-boiled egg in his hand.

“So, I’ve not seen you before. You haven’t debuted?” Jane asks.

Your eyes flit up to hers. You almost don’t believe she’s talking to her. You’d been praying they’d forget you were there.

“My sista was ill and she is older so I was waiting until she went fast.”

“Fast? Went fast?” Jane repeats as she pretends to think, “went fast where?”

Loki sighs and sets his cup on the saucer with a harsh clink, “first. She meant first.”

“Oh, my, apologies, I’m afraid I have a bit of trouble understanding you. I don’t think I’ve heard any sort of affectation,” he smiles falls to something more sinister, “it is rather… garish.”

“Jane,” Thor says through a mouthful of egg, stopping himself to swallow, “she speaks clearly enough.”

“I’ve heard of physicians who can tend to that. They can teach you how to pronounce your words properly. Through repetition.” She enunciates each word, making sure to move her lips deliberately.

You fight a grimace. You swallow and look at your plate. It isn't the first time someone's made those comments, she will doubtful be the last. Just like those boys who used to call you 'widiculous' or 'wavishing'.

“Please, this doesn’t need to be a whole point of conversation,” Loki reproaches.

“I am only offering advice.”

“You are the one who spoke to her. None of us wanted to hear her.”

“Loki,” Thor says appalled, “she is to be your wife.”

“I was supposed to marry her sister. The normal one. The dead one.”

You flinch and let your shoulders slump. You bring your hands up and cover the brooch on your dress, as if holding Edith tight. Your lip pokes out as you fight a tide of grief that threatens to erupt.

“Aw, look, she is going to cry,” Jane taunts.

“Jane,” Thor’s voice hardens, “no more.”

Jane snaps her lips shut and rolls her beautiful hazel eyes. She pops the slice of sugared pear into her mouth behind her cruel smirk. Loki sneers at his fork as he twirls it in his hand. Thor gives you a glum look but it lands like a slap. He cannot relate to you, he can only pity you, and that is worse than contempt.

“If you are cuwious, Lady Jane, I have been to many physicians. They cannot help me,” you shrug, “just like they could not help my sista.”

Thor clucks and lets out a breath through his nostrils. Jane doesn’t falter, smiling as she chews, and Loki pushes himself to his feet. His chair threatens to topple as he swivels on his heel.

“I would see to our parents, make certain they are well and that this… contract is still in effect,” he takes rigid steps along the table, “I should hate to squander any more time in uncertainty.”

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #au #the sticking point #mcu #marvel #avengers #thor #jane foster #frigga #odin

[bygiornogiovanna]

Back to what we were

a small yandere! giorno one shot because I love this man so much

actually, it isn't small at all oopsie. I got carried away.

warnings: implied yandere themes, implied stalking, giorno still considers you are together, manipulating

also, i don't know if my previous post was seen, but my requests have been opened again. send me your ideas!

Everything went quiet.

The chatter stopped the moment he opened the door.

You felt your knees getting weak when you saw his tall figure. It felt like time stopped the second he stepped inside the room.

With his blonde locks resting gracefully on his shoulders and his head held high, he exuded a superior air. The power he gave off was intoxicating.

His presence was overwhelming.

Every pair of eyes was laid on the influential man walking across the room. Even you couldn't break away from his spell over the public.

You, who weren't supposed to be there.

Actually, he wasn't supposed to be there. Because you worked there and he didn't.

You and Giorno broke things off a long time ago. At least, that's what it felt like.

In reality, only a few months passed. And, during those months, you couldn't say you were the happiest without him. You missed him much, but your pride kept you from returning to him. Especially since you were the one that broke the relationship.

Your gaze dropped as soon as he stared around the meeting room as if searching for something. His vigilant eyes quickly caught your figure, but he kept up the show.

"Is L/N Y/N here?" His voice rang through the room, pretending to not know exactly where you were, hiding behind your documents.

Your best friend leaned to you, his gaze moving between you and the blonde. He whispered- "Why is our new boss searching for you?"

Wait what? New boss? How?

Even though that would explain what he was doing here.

"New boss?" you whispered back, almost inaudible. Your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest that you were afraid it would get out.

"Yeah, how didn't you know? Mr. Giovanna became our boss a few weeks ago. It's said he bought the company from Diavolo." Before your friend could say anything else, Giorno's suave voice was heard again.

"I'm not aware of how the last boss let you treat him, but when I ask something, I expect answers. Immediately. I also hate repeating myself."

You rolled your eyes at his remark, but you remained quiet. You didn't want to speak with him. You preferred him being mad at everyone in the room, rather than seeing him for the first time in so long.

However, your plans were ruined by one of your coworkers, who almost yelled - "Yes, they're right there!" while pointing to you. You shot a deadly glare across the room, from where your coworker sat.

"Y/N, stand up, please. I can't see you." Giorno said, but the words sounded more like an order. Not wanting to make a scene, you sighed deeply and got up from your seat. "Good. Thank you for telling me, miss Hannah. You, come with me."

You shot another glare in Hannah's direction and got your things. "I'll be back." you murmured to your best friend and followed Giorno outside the meeting room.

Not a word could be heard until you got into what you supposed was his office now, and even then, he didn't say anything. He sat down in his chair, his emerald eyes eating you up.

"Okay. What the hell is happening here? Why are you here? How did you get this position? Why don't you leave me alone?" you said, trying to sound like you were mad at him. Honestly, you were just confused.

The corner of his lips rose, forming half an arrogant smile. You felt your heart flutter, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"That's no way of speaking to your boss, is it now?" he said calmly, but your head was spinning with the need to know, not giving a damn about his role now.

"Cut the bullshit! I didn't even know you were my boss until like, what, five minutes ago?" you kept your attitude while Giorno just extended his lips into a full smile. However, his eyes weren't smiling back at you.

"I suggest you lower that tone of yours and change your attitude, sweetheart. If you are not aware, I'm the one who is in charge now. I could fire you any second. Perhaps, I should." The coldness hidden in his calm voice sent shivers down your spine.

You roll your eyes, annoyed, and he signals you to sit down. He was right. He did have the power to do it, given his new position. "Fine, I apologize for my behavior. I'm just...confused, to say the least. You were okay with us breaking up, and now you are in my life again. As my boss, but still. I thought that's where our paths diverged. Why are you here?"

"Well, I think you know my dream is to make Italy a better place. Meaning I need to absolutely get rid of drugs. And I'm pretty sure I never agreed on our break up"

"What does that mean? I asked you if you are okay with us parting ways and you said yes!" Probably the combination of shock and confusion that was displayed on your face right now was more than funny, considering the giggle that left his pretty lips.

What am I thinking?!

"Oh, my silly little bunny...You are so funny sometimes."

You raised your brow at his remark.

"What do you mean? I'm pretty sure you did agree." After he realized you were serious, his smile dropped. You felt shivers running down your spine and it suddenly felt like the temperature went down.

"I told you I'm only giving you a break. You really thought I'll let you leave forever?"

#jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba headcanons #jojo x reader #giorno giovanna #giorno x reader #jjba #yandere themes #jjba part 5 #yandere giorno x reader #yandere giorno #drabble #kinda long drabble??

[everybodyshusband]

!!!! Can we get little!dew and little!rain with caregiver!mountain :)!!!! Pretty pls!!!

yes, of course !!! as long as we pretend this hasn't been sitting here since june !!! I AM SO SORRY, ANON

found family

mushy may ; day nineteen (approx. 1.4k words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

some wholesome, semi-crack regressed rain, regressed dew, caregiver mountain and caregiver cumulus for you !! @forlorn-crows' mushy may is still going strong, haha !!

“Rain!” Mountain calls from where he’s stood at the stove, holding the hand of a very sleepy Dew. “What did I say about running in the kitchen, minnow?”

“Umm…” Rain hesitates as he struggles to remember exactly what Mountain had told him a few days prior.

Luckily, Cumulus is happy to swoop in and aid the little water ghoul in his struggles. She nudges him gently with her hip from where the two of them are now standing together making the pie crust. “Did Dada Mounty tell you that running wasn’t allowed, hun?”

“Yeah!” Rain exclaims, happy to have figured the answer out, but his face immediately falls as he realises he’s broken a rule. “Oh… ‘M sorry, Dada…”

“Thank you for being sorry, Rain.” He smiles over at the water ghoul as he continues to stir the saucepan of stewed fruit on the stove, all the while holding onto Dew’s hand and letting him taste test the mixture. “Can you remember why it’s not allowed?” Mountain asks. Rain nods, trying to hide behind Cumulus in his shame. “Can you tell me, please, love?”

Rain nods again. “Uh huh… ‘S ‘coz i’s dangerous?”

“Mhmm, that’s right, hun.” Cumulus interjects, simultaneously talking and measuring out the flour that Rain has just brought her. “Kitchen floors can be very slippery, and if you’re carrying something dangerous and fall over, you could hurt yourself.”

“Oh,” Rain pouts. “Not good…”

“Not good at all,” Mountain agrees, pulling Dew closer into his side as he does so—the poor ghoul must be just about ready to drop from exhaustion. “Do you understand why it’s bad now, Rainy?”

The water ghoul nods enthusiastically. “Uh huh! I been told why i’s bad, so it makes sense now!”

Cumulus smiles and plants a kiss on the top of Rain’s head. “I’m glad it makes sense now, love bug.” Rain beams at the pet name. “Now that you understand properly,” she continues, “will you do it again?”

“No!” Rain proudly declares. “I gotta be safe for my Mama an’ my Dada!”

The air ghoulette smiles again and pulls Rain into her arms, wrapping him tightly in a warm embrace. “That’s exactly right, Rain! Thank you for being so big and responsible for us.”

“Mama’s right,” Mountain adds once he notices the way Rain is staring at Cumulus in confusion. “Acknowledging that you’ve done something wrong can be really tricky, but you’ve done such a good job at understanding why it was bad, minnow. We’re very proud of you, Rain.”

At Mountain’s side, a very quiet, sleepy voice pipes up, “Wain didded a good dob.”

Mountain looks down at Dew and smiles widely. “That’s right, firefly!” He exclaims, hoisting the little fire ghoul up into his arms and resting him on his hip. Dew immediately starts nuzzling his face into Mountain’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around him. “Rain did a very good job.” He turns his attention back away from Dew to find Rain and Cumulus looking at the pair of them, smiles plastered on both of their faces.

Cumulus takes Rain’s hand and guides him over to Mountain, holding her arms out for Dew once they reach the stove. “How about Mama takes our sleepy bubba with me to work on the pie crust, and since you’re so big and responsible, Rainy, you can help Dada with the stove.”

Rain’s mouth drops open in shock. “I get to do a stove?” His tone is so incredulous that Mountain can’t help but chuckle softly as he transfers Dew into Cumulus’ arms.

(She carries the fire ghoul around to the other side of the bench and seats him on one of the tall chairs, plopping herself down on a stool and sliding the pie crust over to her side of the bench. Now Dew doesn’t have to worry about standing up, and he’s free to sit back against his chair and watch his Mama get to work on tonight’s dessert through steadily drooping eyelids. When Dew does, eventually, fall asleep, there is no doubt that Cumulus will fetch the fire ghoul’s favourite soft blanket to swaddle him in and hold him close to her, keeping him safe as he allows himself to rest.)

“Only if you promise to be very safe, minnow,” Mountain cautions. “The stove is really hot, so if you want to help me stir and keep an eye on it, you’ve got to be careful, love.”

Rain jumps up and down excitedly, mercifully a safe distance from the stovetop, but Mountain adjusts the handle so it isn’t sticking out towards the kitchen anyway; can’t be too careful with an overexcited little ghoul running around. “I will be so caref’l, Dada! Pinky promise!”

Mountain smiles down at the earnest water ghoul and holds his pink out. “Well, if we’re pinky promising then it must be a very serious promise, hmm?”

Rain giggles and nods, holding out his own pinky and linking it with Mountain’s. He shakes their joined hands and Mountain has to suppress a laugh of his own as he struggles to free himself from his minnow’s surprisingly strong grip. “Rai– Rain let go, the pan’s going to burn!” Mountain’s tone holds no urgency—the stove is set on a low enough heat that Mountain doesn’t think it’s even possible for it to burn—but Rain lets go of his hand with a gasp anyway.

“Nooo,” he cries out. “Don’ let it burn, Dada! We gotta stir it!” He picks up the spatula Mountain has been using to stir the mixture and waves it around urgently. A glob of sticky—thankfully cooled-down—pie filling flies off the end and lands right on the tip of Mountain’s nose.

Rain drops the spatula with a squeak—more of the jam-like substance finding a new home on the floor—and looks up at Mountain, mortified. “D– Dada–” he tries.

“Oh no,” Mountain starts, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m not Dada anymore… I’m the pie monster! And I’ve come to eat little ghouls who spill pie on their Dadas!”

Rain giggles and starts running, shrieking when he turns around to see Mountain starting to follow him around the kitchen.

As Rain starts running, Mountain starts up again. “I also eat little ghouls who don’t listen to their Mamas and Dadas and run in the kitchen even though they’ve been told not to!”

Rain slows down to a walk almost immediately. “Sorry, Dada,” he whispers quietly, just in case the pie monster is still listening.

“That’s okay, minnow,” Mountain whispers back. “Thank you for being safe.” He smiles over at Rain gently before raising his arms above his head again. Mountain is gone now, and the pie monster returns! “Now, come back here! I need to find the ghoul who summoned me so I can wipe the pie filling all over him!”

Rain yelps again, speed-walking over to where Cumulus and Dew are sitting. “Mama, help me! Pie mons’er is gonna eat me!”

Cumulus wraps the arm that’s not holding Dew close to her around Rain, holding both ghouls close to her body. “Pie monster, be gone!” She can’t keep a straight face and neither can Mountain, but Rain doesn’t seem to mind, still so caught up in this little universe they’ve all created (Dew is asleep and doesn’t have any strong opinions on the matter).

Despite Cumulus' best efforts, Mountain keeps advancing slowly, arms outstretched. All at once, the earth ghoul reaches out and grabs Rain, tugging the little water ghoul towards him, peppering his face with kisses, growling playfully as both of them pretend this is the worst possible fate that could befall Rain. The water ghoul shrieks and giggles, trying his best to wiggle out of Mountain’s arms to no avail.

“Mama, he gotted me! Save Dewy!”

Cumulus gives him a mock salute and holds the still-sleeping bundle of Dew more tightly in her arms. The little fire ghoul squirms and whines at the movement before settling back down into a deep sleep.

Rain glances over at Mountain, and ah hah! While the earth ghoul is distracted by Dew’s sleepy noises, Rain leans over and licks the pie filling right off of his nose.

Mountain blinks once or twice, trying to process what has just happened before he bursts out laughing and hugs Rain even closer. “Wow, you saved me from the pie monster! Thank you, minnow.” Rain beams. “Uh huh!” A pause as he pulls back to stare at Mountain. “...Do we go make a pie now?”

#yes its october what of it SKFBSDJ #also i hate the second half of this so much but that's fine :') #mushy may #day nineteen !! #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #regressed ghouls #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #husband ficlets

[farity]

In the Red of Night, part 4

You saw a blur, heard a choked off sound.  And then Aemond had his hand wrapped around the man’s throat and was lifting him off the chair.  Your favorite reading chair.  That you would have to burn in the near future.

“Aemond,” you managed, your voice smaller than usual, and he turned.

His eyes.  They had gone even darker than before it that was possible, and his cheekbones, they looked like the skin had stretched sharply across them, red slashes across the pale skin.

The man made a sound and Aemond dropped him back onto the chair.  “You will never go near her again.”

His voice, usually soft, had a rasp to it that made you think of violence.  

And sex.

You shook your head, disgusted with yourself.  “How the hell are you here?”

The man, despite the circumstances, smiled at you.  “My dad bailed me out.  So I could see you.  I was,” he stopped, looked down at his limp cock, “I was getting ready for you.”

“Does your building have a way out the back?” Aemond asked.

You nodded.  “Stairs across from the lift.”

Without another word, Aemond lifted the man by the throat, and this time walked out your door.  He didn’t seem to be struggling as he carried a full grown man and you didn’t think, you just went after him.

“Stay home,” he said, and when you kept walking, he shook his head and cursed.  

You followed as he walked down, the man’s feet hitting every step as he clawed at Aemond’s hand, trying to free himself.  When you reached the back exit of the building, you watched as Aemond let the man fall to the ground.

“But I love you,” he rasped out, breathing heavily as he tried to reach for you.  “why can’t you see that?”

Aemond closed his eyes and you could see his fists at his sides, tightly closed in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I don’t care if you’ve been fucking this guy,” the man continued, “once you’re mine there will be no one else-”

You heard an animal growl and then, everything happened at once.  You’d never believed people when they said everything was like in slow motion.  Until now.

Aemond turned, and then he and the man were standing against the wall.  It looked for a few seconds like Aemond was talking in the man’s ear, but then-

Oh.

The man went limp and slid ever so slowly down the wall, and Aemond stayed with his back to you, his tall, lean form as still as the man was on the ground.

“Aemond.”

“I would tell you to stay back, but I already know you don’t fucking listen.”

The fear, the shock, the rush of being near Aemond, it all became too much and you burst out laughing.

And then Aemond turned around.

He ran a hand across his mouth but he didn’t wipe away all of it.

There was blood on his face, across his jaw, on the back of his hand.  And when you looked down, there was so much of it on the man’s throat.

You pressed a hand to your mouth, both to try and stop your laughter and in horror at the scene before you, and you felt like you were moving through water.  You looked back at Aemond, who took a step toward you.

“I do not mean you any harm.”

You shook your head, unable to form any words.  There was one in your head.  The only one that could possibly describe him, and yet you could not make it make sense.  

You’d seen the name on his credit card, of course, but the myths said his family was intertwined with dragons, not- not this.  And it was all bullshit, wasn’t it?  Bullshit the family had always encouraged because it served them.  Until it didn’t and now no one knew how many real Targaryens were left out there.  Some people even changed their last names and dyed their hair to pretend to be some distant relative.  Between the Targaryens and the Romanovs, there were always people wanting to be something they weren’t.  

You’d never asked Aemond about it, because a) he was quiet and kept to himself, and b) it was none of your fucking business if he was or wasn’t some long lost Targaryen.

“Are you going to say something?”

Aemond’s voice, the voice you knew from your conversations at your shop, snapped you out of your reverie.

You raised your hand and pointed to your jaw.  “You have some, uh, stuff, on your face.”

He nodded slowly.  “I will be back shortly.  Go back upstairs.”

He disappeared with the man and you did the only thing you could do, because he was already gone.

You went back upstairs.

* * * * * 

When Aemond knocked on her door, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.  She had seemed to still be in shock and he sighed, cursing himself for adding to the horrible day she had already endured.  

She opened the door and stepped back to let him in.  "Do you even need an invitation?”

He shook his head.  

She closed the door behind him and locked it and he felt an absurd amount of relief.  “I want to know everything,” she said, and sat on her sofa, her hands folded primly on her lap.

He took the chair across from her.  “How much do you know about the Targaryens?”

She reached out to grab her water bottle and he saw that despite her poised and controlled appearance, her hands were shaking.

“I meant what I said earlier, I mean you no harm.” When her expression didn’t change, he felt a flutter of something.  Worry?  He wasn’t sure.  “I never have.”

She took a sip of water.  “I suppose if you did, I wouldn’t be around to tell the tale,” she said evenly.  “I know about Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives,” she said, raising her eyebrows, then looked at him with wide eyes.  “Are you married to your sister?”

Aemond smiled, unable to help himself.  “No.”

“Are you named after Aemond the Kinslayer?” she asked next, and his heart sank.  

He said nothing, and she continued to look at him, and then smiled in disbelief.  “Didn’t he lose an eye or was that someone else?”

“Yes.”

She licked her lips and took a deep breath.  “Look, if you’re going to give me one word answers we are going to be here all night and I’ve already had a really shitty day, okay?”

He could see it happening.  What did they call it?  The five stages of grief or something?  She had been in shock, then there would be denial, anger, something else.  But she was right, he did owe her more.

“Yes, I did lose an eye when my cousin slashed my face during a fight.”

She said nothing.

“But when a vampire witch decided to turn me, she convinced me by healing my eye first.  Or creating a new one, I am not quite sure as all I remember is pain.”

She was so quiet, he feared she would never speak again, and he leaned forward.  When she jumped back, he immediately raised his hands.

“Please,” he said.  “I will tell you anything you want, but please know you have nothing to fear from me.”

“Are there others like you?  Like the vampire witch?”

“Not many, but yes.  She calls every once in a while.  She’s not happy I won’t go back to her.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  “Why aren’t you with her?”

“Because she is . . . “ he thought about it.  “She wants power.  She thought she’d use me to get it.  Now I think it’s more like, no one leaves her, and I did, so she wants me back.  Probably so she can leave me instead.  Or kill me.”

She looked down at her hands.  “What did you do to that guy?”

Her voice was so quiet he was sure he wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for what he was.  “I think you know,” he said.

She stood, suddenly, “I want you to fucking tell me!”  

She was glaring at him, her breathing hard, her lips pressed together, and he wanted, he just wanted to wrap himself around her, to hold her, and he knew it was the last thing she would allow right now.

Aemond stayed where he was, but nodded slowly.  “I drained him of all his blood, then I disposed of his body where he will never be found.  If you will allow me, I will go through your bedroom and remove any evidence, otherwise, I would urge you to do it yourself.  We do not know who might know he was on his way here and-”

The water bottle hit him in the chest, splashing his face.  He didn’t move, and she grabbed a book and threw that next.  There were tears in her eyes and he sat there, watching as she worked herself up.  She was going to start screaming and he could not let her do that, so when she opened her mouth, he rushed to her and covered her mouth, holding her back against him.  

She screamed against his palm, grabbed at his hand to pull it away and screamed again when it didn’t move an inch.  

“I am sorry,” he repeated, holding her so that she wouldn’t hurt herself but she was relentless, kicking back at him and trying to turn in his arms, so he turned her around himself, and before he could stop her, she was pressing her mouth to his.

He grabbed her face to push her away, and instead found himself demanding entrance to her mouth.  She opened for him, so willing and warm, and her fingers were grabbing his sweater, pulling him closer.  She was mad to be courting disaster like this, but the taste of her was like golden honey on his tongue, coating the metallic remnants of blood.  

One moment of sanity made him surface and he pulled away.  She looked dazed, her mouth rosy and swollen, her hands still fisted in his clothes.  “No,” he breathed out.  “You don’t know what you want.”

“I’m not a fucking child,” she snapped and then closed her eyes.  “Fine.  Get out, then.”  she turned and took a step away from him.

Aemond cursed and reached out to grab her and pull her back and when she wrapped her arms around his neck he lifted her up and kissed her, one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her head, and began walking to her bedroom.

He felt her fingers delving into his hair, caressing his face as he continued to kiss her, placing her on her neatly made bed.  He managed to pull back, “tell me you want this, I need to hear the words.”

She let her head fall back, moaning in frustration.  “Really?  I thought I was being pretty obvious,” she panted, but she reached up to brush her fingertips along his jaw.  “I want you.  I’ve wanted you for a long time.” And then she sat up and pulled off her shirt, looking down at her breasts and her plain black bra.  When she looked back up at him, her eyes were wide and he could no longer resist her.

“I want you, too,” he murmured, “I haven’t wanted someone like this in-” he swallowed, and reached for her.

* * * * * 

For a moment, you thought he was going to leave, but then you felt him reach behind you, the clasp of your bra releasing and you shivered as he gently pulled the garment off of you.  You hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and you wished your bra was prettier, your breasts bigger, but then he was taking one nipple in his mouth and you forgot all about your imagined deficiencies because what he was doing with his lips and tongue was making your head swirl.  Again you sank your fingers into his hair, so incredibly soft, his skin so smooth, and arched against him, wanting more. 

He let go of your breast and began pulling down your leggings and underwear, and then you were bare before him.  Before you could start worrying about some other body image bullshit, he was pulling off his sweater and your mouth went dry at the sight of him.  

“It is rude to stare,” he said, and then leaned down to kiss you.

Fine, you thought, if you couldn’t look, then you would touch, and let your hands roam over his shoulders and back, feeling the power in his lean muscles.  You had dreamed of this, and feeling his skin against yours was even better than anything your imagination could come up with.  When he let his weight rest between your spread thighs, you felt him, hard against your belly, and rolled your hips.

Aemond gasped against your mouth, and you smiled before you reached for the button on his jeans.  He let you undo it and then shoved the rest of his clothes off before coming back to you.  “I do not get diseases, and I cannot get you pregnant, but I have thought about all the things I want to do to you,” he said,  “will you let me?”

You looked up at him, “anything,” you murmured, “everything.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I will remind you of that.”  And with that, he slid down and fastened his mouth between your legs.  His hands held your thighs open while you grabbed at the bedspread in desperation.  His tongue circled relentlessly, driving you higher and higher.  It was going to be fast and brutal, and as the lashings of pleasure began tearing through you, you moaned loudly, your legs shaking until you realized he was not stopping, he was not merely working you through your orgasm.  He was working you up to the next one.  

It was that realization that made you come a second time, and when he pushed two fingers inside you, you reached for his hair, unsure if you wanted to push him away or hold him in place.  It was all too much and yet you reached for more, letting Aemond do as he wanted, because whatever it is the he wished to do, you had no plans to stop him.

* * * * * 

Eventually he leaves her, trembling and panting on the bed, and he goes to clean up.  He doesn’t know her well enough to know what she is okay with, so when he comes back, he takes her in his arms and kisses her, feeling her soft and pliant against him.  He wants her so badly, wants to sink into her, and yes, wants to taste her blood as well.  Some other time, he tells himself, when she knows what she is agreeing to, when she is sure and not in shock from a vicious day.

He nudges at her entrance and she gasps, but reaches for him, her eyes still half closed.  When he begins pushing inside her, he needs a moment because she is so hot and swollen from all the stimulation that he nearly comes when he’s barely an inch inside her.  

“Aemond,” she says softly, and he looks down at her, the small smile on her lips, “do you want to drink from me?”

He goes very still.  She blinks a couple of times and he shakes his head, and pushes in further, making her gasp.  

He decides he will not drink from her now, and kisses her before she can offer again.  She feels amazing, and he has to restrain himself from simply burying himself in her in one thrust.  He wants to savor her, every little gasp and the way she bites down on her lower lip.  

“Please, Aemond,” she says, and he loses his restraint, snapping his hips.  She sinks her nails into his back and moves her legs up to wrap around his waist, pulling him in even deeper.  “God, yes,” she whispers, and he wants to tell her there are no gods, there never were, and he pulls back instead, almost until he is completely out of her, before he slams back inside her.  She moans, her face flushed, and he starts snapping his hips, watching her every reaction, letting the noises she makes feed the need inside him.

He can tell she is about to come, her unsteady breathing and the way she rocks her hips to meet him tell him she is almost there, so he reaches between them, his thumb finding her, circling on her slick flesh to drive her over the edge.  She cries out and he feels her clenching around him, her body arching off the bed, and he wants to feel every contraction, every tremor of her legs.  It is a soft graze of her fingers on his hand that undoes him, and he lets himself surrender.

* * * * * 

You awoke at your usual 4am, alone in your bed.

There were sounds coming from the living area and you quickly realized it was Aemond, probably on his phone.  You smiled.  He hadn’t left after all.  After you used the bathroom, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around yourself before walking to the kitchen.

“Hold off for now, otherwise they’ll keep the price high.  I’ll talk to you later,” he said when he saw you and after clicking off the call, he smiled and stood in time to open his arms to you.  “Good morning.”

“Indeed,” you replied, raising your mouth to his.  He kissed you gently, caressing your cheek.  “I need to get ready for work,” you said, letting him pull you in.

He held you tightly for a moment, then kissed the top of your head.  “I will see you later, then.  I have a meeting so I have to run, but I will be in after.”

“Okay,” you replied.  

“Will you stay with me tonight?  Bring a change of clothes for tomorrow?”

You nodded, smiling, and let him kiss you before he left.

* * * * * 

Bailey was working with you this morning, and you went over the scary happenings of the day before.  “Okay, you are never closing by yourself again,” he said.

“I don’t think any of us should open or close alone again.”

A woman walked in, looking around with a smile on her face.  “This is so charming!” she said, and you couldn’t help but smile back.  “I’ll take a coffee, black, to go.”

“Anything to eat?  Our morning buns are freshly made,” you said.  The bag she carried cost about 10k dollars, you knew.  

“Oh no,” she laughed, “I’ve already eaten today.”  She reached in and pulled out a credit card, handing it to you.

You rang her up while Bailey handed her the coffee cup.  Looking down at the card, you read:

Alys Rivers.

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the spare // chapter sixty-seven // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 8k warnings for this chapter: drinking, a wee bit of p in v

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Chapter Sixty-Seven:

It’s the day after Christmas and I spend it overthinking, worried about this ‘gathering’ at Cliveden. To distract myself, I fiddle around with the new camera Thomus bought me. 

And I might have taken a few… dozen pictures of him. 

Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but regardless I now have images of him sitting at the kitchen table with a book, typing away at his desk on the typewriter, and even one I convinced him to take with me in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. 

“I think I’m… nervous,” I say as we’re getting ready to leave.

Thomus finishes adjusting the collar of his cloak around the collar of his sweater and gives me a curious look. “You likely have more in common with them than I do.”

I shift on my feet, clutching the Tupperware full of cookies tighter. “I highly doubt that. Ever since you told me about this party, all I can think about is the time you spanked me in front of them.” A satisfied smile spreads across his face as he chuckles and pulls a forest green knit scarf from beneath his cloak. “Are we all just supposed to pretend like that never happened?” He steps closer and loops the scarf around my neck, eyes focused on the task. “Are you even listening?”

“Of course.” His eyes snap up to mine as he flips one end of the scarf over my shoulder and the other down my front. “You have nothing to worry about.”

I release a strained groan and fidget with my Ilvermorny Christmas sweater, pulling the hem further down around my hips. “Let’s just go.”

We Apparate straight there and I’m gonna be honest, I have no idea what to expect. The few parties Jacob Astor has hosted that I’ve witnessed have varied wildly. From a super serious Death Eater meeting about human trafficking to dancing with Thomus while high on a lust potion - you never really know. Not to mention, the usual crowd has been an unfortunate audience to my most embarrassing moments in the last six months. 

I shudder out of my thoughts while we trek to the large hosting room. The smell hits me first, cinnamon and oranges, and then I register the song playing gently from the corner of the room, Bing Crosby’s White Christmas . An Elf snaps away our outerwear as we approach the open doors.

The room is absolutely decked out . Floating candles light the room, hovering just under the high ceiling. Fake snow drifts down from a dim grey sky, fresh holly on every sconce. In the center of the room against the windows is a massive tree, covered in tinsel and twinkling lights. The grand fireplace is crackling with a delicious smelling fire. We walk closer to the tree, where people are gathered around on couches and chairs, and I can make out what lights the top of the tree... A bright, glowing Deathly Hallows mark. 

Well, that’s fucking weird.

I don’t have time to think on it further before Jacob Astor is standing before us. He looks as dashing as ever and not so surprised that I’m not currently blind. He smiles at both Thomus and me, and I wish I could tell if he’s being sincere.

“Glad you guys could make it,” Jake says cheerfully as he shakes Thomus’ hand, but he’s looking at me. 

Thomus smiles in return, looking more relaxed than he usually does when we’re out. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

As they exchange a few more pleasantries, my eyes wander beyond Jake, trying to see if there’s any familiar faces. I clock Kyle sitting near Will when Jake says something that recaptures my attention. “I see you had your very own Christmas miracle.” 

Thomus’ arm slides around my waist. “Yes, I had some very good luck.”

I don’t miss the double meaning to his words. I wanna remark about how his good luck was really my hard work, but I bite my tongue and force a shy smile as Jake turns to shake my hand as well.

Jake gestures to a food and drinks table set up along a wall. “Help yourselves. I think Will’s trying to start up some drinking games here in a minute.”

I start walking toward the table before Thomus, mostly because I’m eager to exchange this box of cookies for something with alcohol in it. Towards the desert section, I glance back over my shoulder to make sure no one but Thomus is watching me slide trays aside, making enough room for my offering. 

Finally with free hands, I scooch next to Thomus standing by the drinks. 

“Can I pour you anything?” he asks me. 

My eyes scan the bottles, then point to the one I want. “Yeah, can I get orange juice with Malibu?”

He reaches for the white bottle I pointed to and pours a double into the iced glass he’s holding. “Coconut rum?” he questions as he’s reaching for the pitcher of orange liquid. 

“It’s my go-to,” I say as I grab a coffee straw, taking the glass and stirring it once it’s full. I take a sip and it’s just right. He’s busy pouring his own glass of whiskey, but I offer him the straw anyway. “Wanna try?”

I briefly pull his eyes away from pouring as he leans down to wrap his lips around the straw. There’s just something about seeing his jaw flex like that that has me pinching myself. 

“Well, it’s certainly a combination of flavors,” he says after swallowing. 

I snort and forget what I’m about to say when I feel an arm brush my other shoulder. When I see who it is, I relax. “Oh, hi.”

Will’s eyes immediately find the box that doesn’t match the rest of the dishes and nabs one of the bright red cookies. “Oh, hi,” he teases after he takes a bite. His face is sans beard and rocking a stache now. “You guys ready to get trashed?”

“What’re we playing?” I ask, taking a few big pulls of my drink.

“Anything,” Will answers immediately. He pulls out his wand and summons a tray pre-loaded with tiny cauldrons just big enough for shots. A bottle of firewhiskey floats from the collection before us and starts filling the cauldrons. “Got nothin’ but a good time on the agenda.”

“Can we play Thunderstruck?” I ask. 

Will beams. “Fuck yeah we can play Thunderstruck.”

As Thomus and I follow Will back to where everyone else is gathered, Thomus leans in. “Should I know what that is?”

I can’t help but smile. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

There’s an empty loveseat Thomus pulls me onto. He tucks his arm around my waist again as he settles back, practically tucking me into his side. 

As Will passes out the shot cauldrons, I can finally sneak a peek at who’s actually here. Kyle and Will - and obviously Jake. That Roosevelt guy is here, too, but I forget his first name. There’s a pretty blond woman talking to Jake that I don’t recognize and… oh, that’s it. Small group, I see. Which I will admit I’m glad for. 

I take the first shot that Will offers me and I down it immediately before putting it back and grabbing another one. I haven’t really eaten much today, so the alcohol hits my stomach like a warm blast.

“Alright, I wanna make a toast,” Jake announces, standing with his shot held out towards the blond next to him. “Firstly, to my sister, Diana, for the last minute decorating.”

“Well, you obviously weren’t going to do it,” Diana says with a laugh. 

“Exactly,” he says. “And then to all of you - for making this past year as successful as it has been.”

For one blissful moment I had allowed myself to forget why I was here, why they’ve had such a successful year. It takes .2 seconds for the anxious pit in my chest to grow twice its size. I’m the first one to finish my shot and then sip heavily on my cocktail to wash the taste down.

“Alright, the first game we’re playing is Thunderstruck, so everyone top off their drinks,” Will says, heading over to where the Christmas music’s playing from. 

Since mine is already more than halfway gone, I shoot to my feet to fill it back up. I’m not the first one to the drinks table because Kyle is there ladeling in some kind of fizzing purple punch. 

“Want one?” Kyle asks as I glance over my shoulder at Thomus, who briefly looked at me before turning to greet Diana.

“Yes, please,” I reply. “Two actually.”

“This your doing or his?” he asks, his voice low. By this he doesn’t even have to clarify - I just know.

I look up at him and shrug with one shoulder. “Mine.”

“Hmph,” he grunts unhappily. He finishes filling the first glass and then starts the second.

“What, don’t believe me?” I ask, taking a sip of the punch. Elderberry and something that tastes like Aloe juice. 

“I believe you,” he says quickly. “Now it’s just my turn to hold up my end of the bargain.”

I sigh heavily. “You haven’t figured out how to get me away from Thomus yet, have you?”

“Well, I have a few ideas, but I don’t think you’re going to like them.”

“Such as?”

Before he can answer, we get called back to the group to start the song. I’m supposed to hide the fact that I have my magic, so with both hands I carefully cradle my half drink plus the two new ones back to the loveseat. Thomus is still chatting with Diana, a conversation I’ve completely tuned out, so I just slide our drinks onto the coffee table in front of us. 

“Melisa, can you explain the rules?” Will asks. 

I’m a bit taken aback by the use of my whole first name - especially being pronounced correctly - instead of my last. Everyone’s eyes are on me now, so I take a deep breath before spilling the details. “Okay so, we go in a circle and every time the song says ‘thunder’, one person drinks until they say ‘thunder’ again, and then the next person starts and so on and so forth, does that make sense?”

“I’ll start!” Will says before pressing play and jogging over. He comes to sit on the armrest of our loveseat.

The first few thunders come in quick succession, so once Will goes, I go, and then Thomus. The thunders go around the circle a few times before the first long stretch lands on Thomus, who has to finish his whiskey, and with some encouragement, grabs the punch I push towards him. With the circle being small, by the time the song’s over, everyone has finished their drinks.

“Now that we’ve all settled in,” Will jokes, “the next game we’re playing is called Captain.” He sets the music back to Christmas music and turns the volume down to a background level. “Usually, it’s played with a pirate's hat or a sailors hat, but since it’s Christmas - “ he waves his wand and a Santa hat appears on Diana’s head, much to her delight “ - this is what we’ve got. Does everyone know how to play?”

I shake my head, noticing the alcohol has started to loosen my limbs. I’d finished my cocktail during the game and have started on the punch - which I swear keeps refilling itself.

Diana rubs her hands together conspiratorially and leans forward over Thomus to explain. “Whoever has the hat gets to pick someone to do a dare. If they do the dare, then we all take a shot and they get the hat, but if they don’t then they’re out of the game. Last person in the game wins.”

I smile at her. “Please don’t pick me first.”

She laughs. “Don’t worry, I got my eyes on someone else.” She jerks her chin towards Jake, who immediately dons this ‘oh shit’ face. She leans back, crossing her arms with a shit eating grin.

“Why’s it called Captain?” I ask. “Just because of the hat?”

“Whenever someone gets the hat, we’re supposed to say ‘Aye, Aye Captain’,” Thomus explains for me, his face leaning in close. 

I immediately giggle. “Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?”

He runs his hand down my thigh and tilts his head in confusion. “What?”

I shift in my seat, getting closer to him so our thighs touch. “Nevermind.”

“Aye, aye Captain!” Roosevelt and Will shout. 

Diana taps her chin like she’s still considering. “Hmm, dear brother, what shall I make you do?” Then she grins. “I dare you to take your socks off with your teeth and wear them tucked into your collar for the rest of the game.”

My head quickly swivels to where Jake is sitting to get his reaction and he does not disappoint. His face scrunches up in disgust as he slouches in his seat, already toeing off his nice shoes. 

“Hopefully those aren’t the ones you were wearing yesterday,” Will laughs. “Or are they?”

“Shut your trap, Hoffman,” Jake grumbles. 

We all wait with baited breath as he grabs his calf to pull his foot closer to his face. He quickly traps the sock between his bared teeth and pulls. It slips off and he does the same to the other one before tucking them both into his collar. 

He grins triumphantly and quickly summons house slippers for his bare feet. “Ha!” he says. “Drink up, assholes.”

We all take our drinks as the Santa hat gets transferred to Jake. 

“Aye, Aye Captain!” we all shout. 

His eyes jump from person to person, and he’s quick to settle on Kyle, who clearly isn’t paying attention. 

Kyle’s sole focus is on Thomus, blatantly staring at him with something akin to determination and consideration. 

The look quickly disperses as my stare gives Jake’s intention away and Kyle’s expression neutralizes. 

“Kyle,” Jake says. “I dare you to serenade the person to your right.”

Kyle sighs dramatically, rubbing his hand down his face. “I’m not nearly drunk enough for this.”

Nevertheless, he swiftly gets down on his knees in front of Diana, a hand clutched over his heart. As he’s clearly about to break out in song, I briefly wonder if he’ll have a decent singing voice, and I find out soon enough as he belts out the easily recognizable first notes to All I Want for Christmas is You . His voice is off-pitch and scratchy, and I genuinely can’t tell if he’s being bad on purpose or not. Everyone starts laughing and I can’t help but join in. 

When he gets to the end of the first verse, he takes Diana’s hand and gives the back of it an exaggerated kiss. We give him a round of applause as he takes his seat. Jake gives Kyle the hat while we take our drink for the round.

It doesn’t surprise me that Kyle chooses Thomus, I only worry what he’ll make him do. He’s looking around, trying to come up with an idea until his eyes land on Thomus’ drink in his hand. 

“Malfoy, I triple doxy dare you to… finish yours and Alder’s drinks in one go.”

Thomus scoffs. “And here I thought you were going to pick something difficult.” He quickly finishes the rest of his punch in a few gulps before trading glasses with me. “Tada,” he proudly announces after easily downing the rest of mine, then he stands holding our four empty glasses by the rim in one hand. “Drink up.”

As Thomus goes across the room to refill our punch, Kyle leans forward, staring at me intently. 

“We need to get him drunk,” he hisses low. 

I blink at him in surprise, then jump my gaze first to Thomus’ back and then to the rest of the group. No one seems as surprised as I am. Even Roosevelt, who I overheard someone refer to him as Eric, doesn’t bat an eye. Is everyone in on this plot?

“That’s your plan?” Will asks incredulously.

“It’s the start of one,” Kyle answers. “Get him so drunk he passes out and she can just… leave.”

“Just leave ?” I ask. I look to the windows, searching for that shimmer from the magical barrier from before. “What about -”

“The tattoo doesn’t work here,” Jake quickly adds. “And there aren't any additional wards to trap you here.”

Everyone is looking at me, waiting for my response. My heart has leapt to my throat to block any logistical questions I have before Thomus swoops back into his seat.

“What’s that look for?” Thomus asks me. I quickly snatch the glass he hands me to swallow my thrumming heart back into my chest. 

Diana jumps in for my rescue. “I was just telling her about my ex.”

“Oh Merlin,” Thomus groans, slumping back against the loveseat. “It’s not a story about me, is it?”

What? Jesus fuck, these people keep smacking bludgers at me one after another. 

I try not to react outwardly to the news that Diana and Thomus used to date, even if this news is just as jarring as the imminent plan for my escape from him. I focus on her, really taking in what she looks like. Extremely tall and willowy with big round hazel eyes and a cupid’s bow mouth. Jealousy flares up inside because I can’t help but compare us. Her thighs combined are the size of just one of mine. 

She flips her long dirty blond hair over her shoulder and crosses her legs, perching an elbow on the armrest of her chair. “No, but I ought to, shouldn’t I?”

“Definitely not,” Thomus says, quickly sitting forward with a hand outstretched towards Kyle. “Pass me the hat.” He settles the white faux fur rim of the Santa hat over his dark curls. 

“Aye aye, Captain!” they all shout. I’m too anxious and fixate my eyes on my drink, still fizzing on the coffee table in front of me. My mind is racing with all that could potentially happen. Where would I go? How long could I hide? Could I be summoned back because of the tattoo? If the idea is to get me close to Voldemort, wouldn’t fleeing just put a target on my back? I wonder if I’d be able to get a message to Hermione about -

Thomus’ hand brushes down my arm. “Melisa?”

My eyes snap to his, focused on me, and I swallow around nothing. “Yeah? Sorry.”

He gives me a sly smile. “It’s your turn.”

“Alright,” I sigh, making a face. “Lay it on me.”

He takes a deep breath and I expect it to be something genuinely challenging, but in all honesty it’s a bit underwhelming. “I dare you to sing the alphabet… backwards.”

I snort. “Jokes on you because I was taught that in the second grade.” 

“Oh, I’m sure,” he grins. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Looking at him, I feel less nervous about making a fool of myself in front of everyone else. So I start to sing, keeping my eyes on him or on his person, because after a few moments the prolonged eye contact makes my face heat. 

Even after I’m finished with the letters, I keep going with the end of the song. “ Now we know our ZYXs’, next time we will go to Texas. ”

Will laughs. “Why the fuck are we going to Texas?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Ask Mr. Morley.”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My elementary school music teacher,” I reply smoothly. “Now drink the fuck up.”

Jake is the first to finish his drink, so he stands to get a refill. “We should play something else. All our dares suck, no ones gotten out yet.”

“I’ve got a good one,” I say quickly. I’d taken a drink, too, because why not? Who wants to make hard decisions sober?

I pluck the Santa hat off Thomus’ head and slip it over mine. “You ready, Will?”

Will squares his shoulders, facing me dead on, expression serious. “Born ready.”

“I dare you to recite a poem - any poem, but you -” I start to blow a raspberry with my tongue in between every word “- have to talk like this.”

Will snickers. “You got that from Spongebob.”

“So what if I did? You still gotta do it,” I smile. “And I don’t think I heard my ‘aye aye, Captain’.”

Jake and Kyle are the only ones who don’t say it. Kyle is lost in his thoughts if his dead eye stare at his drink is evidence enough, and Jake is too far away at the food and drinks table to care.

It’s hard to keep the grin off my face as Will complies with my dare. “ Mosquito lands on my cheek. I try to slap her, but I just slap me. ” He finishes by standing with a bow. 

“That’s it?” Diana protests. “It was so short.”

“It’s a haiku,” Thomus explains. “A type of Japanese poem.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right,” she says. “Do you still work for the Daily Prophet? Or has that taken a backseat for… other things?” 

“A bit of both, really,” he sighs. “The Dark Lord hasn’t required much of me lately, so I’ve been helping Barnabas Cuffe with editing. In addition to helping my sister-in-law with the New Year’s Eve Gala she’s hosting.”

“Speaking of,” Jake says, rejoining the group, “why weren’t we invited?” It’s obvious he’s not really offended, just genuinely curious. 

Thomus sighs and speaks with a hint of resentment. “Only the Sacred Twenty-Eight and whoever’s crawled up through the Dark Lord’s ranks, I’m afraid. Not even the Lots are allowed to be present.”

“Well, if you’re free, Melisa,” Diana says, speaking to me. “You’re welcome to come to a New Years Eve party here. It would just be us and a few of my girlfriends from Oxford.”

I’m genuinely shocked and flattered that this goddess is inviting me to a party, but I know that this has to be a backup plan for escape if tonight doesn’t go as Kyle wants it. I don’t even get a chance to respond because Thomus puts a possessive hand on my leg, wedging his long fingers into the tight space between my thighs. 

“Unfortunately, that’s not possible,” Thomus says, speaking for me with a tone of finality, and doesn’t even bother to explain why.

She peers at us curiously for a moment before realization dawns. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot.”

The tray with all our mini shot cauldrons fill back up as Thomus just gives a silent nod of acknowledgement. 

We play another couple rounds of Captain before all the drinks finally start to do their job and loosen everyone up. I know I’m starting to feel it, especially when I stand to go find a bathroom. 

Thomus insists on accompanying me, especially when I steer towards the bathroom down by the kitchens. He takes me back out to the lobby, showing me where the bathrooms are there. Secretly, I’m glad, because I don’t think I’d be able to make it up and down all those stairs without tripping at least once. I don’t think Thomus would either, based on how many times he bumps into me. 

He even follows me into the women’s bathroom, insisting that it doesn’t matter since we’re the only ones in there. 

“I didn’t realize how clingy you were,” I tease, saddling my way into one of the stalls to do my business.

He slides into the one next to me. “Oh, poppycock. I’m just being a gentleman and making sure you don’t fall in.”

My laugh is sharp and loud in the echoey bathroom. “That actually happened to me when I was in preschool. The seat wasn’t down so my butt got all wet and I just sat there waiting to be rescued by a teacher.”

I hear his warm chuckle. “How old were you?”

“Four,” I say as I finish and leave the stall to wash my hands. He joins me a moment later, still chuckling to himself. “What?”

He shakes his head absently. “Nothing, you’re just… adorable.”

I snort as I reach for a paper towel. “Right.”

He dries his hands too and quickly reaches for me as I try to pass him to the door. He leans back against the counter, a hand on my hip and one on my cheek, pulling me towards him. I don’t resist and lean into him, our lips quickly meeting. My arms snake around his waist, wanting a hug at the same time, because it strikes me that if I leave tonight… this could be it. 

I still have a million doubts and questions that need answered, but right now… right now he wants me and I need to bask in it for as long as I can, while I still have the chance.

I deepen the kiss and I boldly slip one of my hands to the front of his jeans. He’s already semi-hard, but at my touch, he groans and bites my lip. 

“You want to do this here?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod, my other hand coming around to undo his pants and slip my hand inside. “I want you so bad.”

He drags kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “It’ll have to be quick.”

“And hard,” I breathe, practically panting with want already.

Determination in his movements now, he flips us around until my fupa is pressed against the sink counter and he’s grinding against my ass. He moves my hair away from my neck, sensually kissing the soft spot below my ear. Over my sweater his hands slowly grope down from my chest, then my stomach and the fleshy “handles”, as he’s called them before, where my fupa meets my hips. 

I push my ass back against him. “I thought you said we had to be quick.”

He bites my neck, wringing a moan from me. “Patience,” he warns. 

One hand lets go of my handle and slips underneath to firmly cup the junction between my legs. I sigh heavily and whine, rocking my hips, increasing the pressure on my clit. 

“Fuck,” he groans out. Finally he hooks his fingers into my waistband and yanks my pants and undies down to my knees. I push my ass out towards him when he takes a step back to pull his cock out. He moans when his tip pushes through my lips, feeling how wet I am. Then he doesn’t waste a second longer and slides home. 

I cry out, biting my lip in an attempt to keep it muffled. I plant my hands on the smooth cold counter and immediately start rocking back and forth, desperately impatient. With a hand on the center of my back, he pushes me forward while snapping his hips to my ass, seamlessly sliding into the pace I’d set. Quick staccato slapping echoes around the room as he thrusts hard and deep. My eyes roll back into my head, hardly aware of the noises I’m making because I’m too busy losing my mind to the pleasure.

He slows all too soon, pulling me back up to attach his mouth to my neck again. My back bends to accommodate him, and while still keeping him buried to the hilt, my chest juts out. He takes advantage of the position and pushes my sweater up until his fingers find the band of my bra and he pushes that up too. My heavy breasts fall into his hands and he groans, pinching my nipples, and fucking into me with slow, but hard thrusts. 

My eyes flutter open briefly, a sudden urge to see. He’s fucked me in front of a mirror before, but he hasn’t done it since I’ve gotten my sight back. Admittedly, I have a bit of an out of body experience, looking at what’s happening instead of feeling it. I hate what I look like, of course. Sometimes in my head I look different than I really do and seeing myself in the mirror can be pretty jarring. 

But then I look at Thomus’ face. He’s so… wrapped up in me, hands full, mind clearly numb with ecstasy. 

I close my eyes again, grimacing, swallowing down the sudden onslaught of longing and loss. It’s probably all the alcohol, but tears fill my vision because I just can’t bear losing this. I quickly blink them away, avoiding looking in the mirror again. 

I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I start pushing back against him again, urging him to pick up the pace. 

He obliges me for a few moments until he slows to a stop. He’s still panting and holding me against him before he sighs heavily.

“Darling, you feel amazing, but I don’t think I can finish,” he murmurs hesitantly, sounding regretful. 

I nod, sniffling. “It’s okay, we can stop.”

He pulls out and I swiftly right myself, pants back over my hips, bra holding what it should, sweater in the right place. It’s only then that I look in the mirror again. Luckily he didn’t bite me too hard, so there’s no hickey to cover up. I just wet my fingers and run them through my hair before flipping it back over. Leaning close to the mirror, I check that my makeup is still good.

“Were you crying?” he asks point blank, staring at me in the mirror. 

“No,” I lie, but I feel a river about to gush out of my nose, so I quickly snag a paper towel and blow into it. “I just had to sneeze real bad and didn’t wanna ruin the moment.”

Fully dressed again, he slides a hand down my butt, gripping it appreciatively. “I’d be happy to help you finish,” he suggests.

I shake my head. “No, it’s okay,” I say, forcing a reassuring smile on my face. I rock up onto the balls of my feet to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “Still scratched that itch and felt amazing.”

He takes my hand, pulling me to the door. “Then let’s get back. Hopefully they won’t give us too much grief for taking so long.” He smirks down at me and winks. Actually winks . It's such a quick thing, but it makes my heart contract in my chest with the need to be wrapped up in him again. 

God I’m so fucked.

~*~

As predicted, when we return Will and Jake are quick to wolf whistle. They’re over by the music and Thomus joins them while I sink into his seat next to Diana. My face has got to be as red as my sweater, but Diana doesn’t comment on it. She just hands me a full shot cauldron with an understanding look. Grateful, I take the shot. Getting dicked down sobered me a bit more than I wanted.

Eric is busy scribbling away in a little notebook and next to him is Kyle and his stupid judgmental face.

I ignore him and focus on Diana. “So what did you study at Oxford?”

“I studied Art History,” she says, “but I didn’t get, like, a degree or anything. I just wanted to know a little more about the art I was seeing in the museums here.”

“That’s one thing I haven’t done since I’ve gotten to England,” I say. “I used to love going to museums.”

She tilts her head, looking curious. “Were you meant to stay long?”

I shrug. “I had an internship at the Daily Prophet, which I’d been hoping would lead to a full time position at some point.”

“Oh, so you worked with Thomus then?” she asks. “You knew him… before.”

“No, actually,” I say, reaching over for my punch. “I… He wasn’t around all that much while I was there.” 

“What gives with the Deathly Hallows mark on the tree?” Kyle asks out of the blue. “You know it’s just a story, right?”

Diana, who’s clearly much more sober than Kyle is right now, looks at him without mirth. “It’s very real.”

I nod along, knowing all too well the truth behind the Deathly Hallows.

“Grindelwald murdered a lot of our family with the Elder Wand,” Diana continues. “Not to mention, I’ve seen invisibility cloaks with my own eyes.” She grimaces. “And yes, I know what I just said is an oxymoron.”

With another pull of my drink, I feel gutsy enough to ask something that’s been on my mind for a while. I lean closer to her and lower my voice. “So… has your brother… always been… “ I sigh. I feel silly saying ‘on our side’, but how else can I put it? “I don't know, I guess I'm asking about allegiances.”

Kyle gives me an ‘are you serious’ look. “Of course he’s been in on it,” he says, as if it should’ve been obvious. 

“The entire time?” I ask skeptically, distinctly remembering how not nice he was when we met the night Montague got beat the fuck up by Thomus.

“He’s playing the long game,” Diana explains. “Jake’s very good at wasting The Great Order’s time.” 

Her eyes are on the three men in the corner and I turn to look just as the three of them take a shot. “Does Thomus know?” I ask, my voice low.

“Thomus is under the impression that Jake just has reservations about certain things,” she says. 

“Participating without actually participating,” I surmise.

She nods. “Exactly.” Her gaze is drawn to Eric, and she stares at him for a moment before she asks, “What happened to your hand, Eric?”

Eric looks up, seeming to have forgotten where he was. He looks around and finds the three of us looking at him. Then the question seems to sink in and he looks down at his hand. Bandages wrap around his palm and twist up his two middle fingers.

“Oh, I uh, had a bit of an accident a few days ago,” he says. “Working on the…“ He eyes me for a second before looking back at Diana. “On the thing.”

“You don’t have to speak in code,” Kyle says to him. “She can handle a few more secrets.”

I nod in agreement, though really it has nothing to do with how good I am at keeping secrets. I’m just too nosey for my own good.

“Right, sure, yeah,” Eric says. He looks down at his notebook. “I’m having a bit of a timing issue. I think I’ve got the explosive strong enough, but it seems the stronger it gets, the less time I have before it goes off.”

I quickly glance back at Thomus, catching him downing another shot, before turning back and whispering, “You’re building a bomb?”

He nods. “Something powerful enough to break through Anti-Apparition wards.”

My eyes widen. “That’s a thing?”

The corners of his mouth turn up in an amused grin. “I’m definitely trying to make it one.”

“Do you have the recipe?” I ask, a bit eager. “I’ve had a similar issue with magical film developer. I might be able to help.”

“Yeah, here.” He flips through a couple pages until he lands on a spread that���s definitely got more use than the rest, then passes it to me.

As I scan the page, I see that a few of the core ingredients are the same, just how they’re incorporated is slightly different. The measurements are also scaled down for testing purposes.

“If this were to scale, how much willow root would you add?” I ask. 

“The entire root, but I chop it up.”

“If you grind it down into a powder and then weigh it, it’s easier to be more precise with the amount you add,” I explain, not looking up from the page. “And you’re not adding nearly enough bursting mushroom powder.”

When I look up, Eric’s head is tilted, his eyes unfocused, his mind clearly running away from him with this new information. “Interesting,” he says. 

“Magical film developing potion always implodes on itself. It’s just a fact. But I’ve made it so much that I can time it down to the second it’ll implode,” I explain. “Would you… want me to write the recipe down for you? Then you can compare.”

He blinks back into focus, nodding eagerly. “Yes, please do. Here.” He passes me his pen and I quickly jot down my recipe on the next available page in his book.

By the time I’m done, the music gets turned up, and the three in the corner start making their way over to us. I toss down the rest of my drink before reaching for Thomus’, but Kyle stops me. 

“Don’t,” he warns.

I quickly put two and two together. “What did you put in here?” I demand with a hushed voice.

“Relax,” he says, standing. “It’s just something to speed things up.”

Completely oblivious, Thomus plops right down next to me, swinging his arm around my shoulders. 

“Is that mine?” he asks, not bothering to wait for my response before he grabs his drink and chugs it. He audibly plonks the glass onto the coffee table and turns to me, grinning mischievously from ear to ear, looking like he has a dirty secret he can’t wait to share with me. I return his smile with a hesitant one of my own. 

He leans close to speak in my ear, though he’s not exactly quiet. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

My face immediately flushes because everyone heard that. I look around in panic to find everyone staring at us, too. Their expressions aren’t of disgust, though, just surprise.

“Oh my god,” I say, covering my face with my hands. I shoot to my feet. “I need a drink.”

As I speed away, I hear Thomus ask, “What did I say?”

I glance over my shoulder to see Diana covering her mouth in a fit of giggles and Jake shakes his head. “Dude.”

I’m munching on one of my red cookies when Thomus comes up behind me, his hand drifting down my back to settle on my waist. “What’s the matter?” he asks.

“Nothing. You just -” I glance up at him, noting his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. “I guess I’ve just never seen you so relaxed. Especially around other people. And we’re acting like we’re…” My heart’s thundering in my chest as I force the last few words out. “Like we’re a couple.”

He turns to face me and leans a hip on the table. “You’re right, it is a bit out of our usual routine,” he admits, his expression serious. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

I sigh and shrug a shoulder. “No more than you usually do.” I put my hand over his where it rests on the table, pushing the tips of my fingers against his knuckles. “And I don’t hate… this, how it feels, you know? It’s just hard to pair it with everything else,” I say. “If that makes sense.”

He nods slowly, looking down at our hands. “This is all new for me, if you can believe it,” he says softly. “I just wanted you to enjoy yourself.”

I bump his hip with mine. “Hey, we fucked in the bathroom. I’d say I'm having a decent time.”

He snickers and leans in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, based on tonight’s agenda, but luckily Will calls us over from a card table Jake summoned to play Exploding Snap.

~*~

A little while later we’re all sitting around the card table. I’ve elected not to play since I don’t have my wand and technically Thomus doesn’t know that they know I have my magic.

Throughout the game, Thomus gets noticeably drunker than everyone else, despite only sipping his drink. During one round while waiting for his turn, I guess all the drinks and whatever Kyle spiked his drink with, finally catch up with him. He passes out with his head propped in one hand and the other loosely clutching his cards. 

When they notice, the room goes silent except for the Christmas music still playing. Kyle slowly reaches over and shakes Thomus’ shoulder, making his head fall right onto the table with an ominous thunk that does not match the vibe of McCartney’s Wonderful Christmastime .

I stare at his face, overwhelmingly anxious about his well-being, when an uncharacteristic snore breaks through the silence between songs. 

“Finally,” Jake sighs, tossing his cards onto the table and running a hand over his face. “You sure about this, Kyle? There’s no turning back from this.”

Kyle stands, pulling out his wand. “Trust me. This is the only way.’

“What happens now?” I ask. 

Kyle moves Thomus’ unconscious form into the air where he hovers with his arms and head dangling.

But he doesn’t answer me. 

“ Kyle ,” I press, “what happens now?”

“Now, we put him to bed and by the time he wakes in the morning, you’ll be long gone,” he answers, moving with Thomus towards the stairs on the other side of the room.

I stand too, quickly following him to demand answers. “Where, exactly, will I be?”

“That’s up to you,” he answers casually. “You can probably get away with hiding here in this massive fucking house until he leaves.”

“What, you think he’s just gonna accept that I’m gone?” I ask. “No questions asked?”

“Yeah, we’ll just tell him you must’ve left in the middle of the night or something. What room am I putting him in, Jake?”

We’ve gotten to the stairs and it’s only then I realize everyone has followed us, with Will right behind me. 

“Three doors down from the top of the stairs,” Jake answers. “On the left.”

I realize it’s the same room he put us in before and my face heats at the memory of being bound to the wall and fingered within an inch of my life. We get into the room and I rush forward to pull the velvety soft duvet back from the pillows. Kyle gently lowers him and I make sure he’s settled properly to avoid potentially choking on his own vomit in his sleep. 

“What now?” I ask, pulling off Thomus’ shoes and tucking his legs under the blankets before pulling up the unfitted sheet to his chest.

“Merlin,” Kyle exclaims. “Will you quit it?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “ No , I won’t,” I say tightly. “We need this figured out before there’s no going back.”

“Fine,” he says, mimicking my stance and leaning against the wall. “What’re you so worried about?”

I take a deep breath, trying to speak calmly. “What makes you so sure he’s not going to find me?”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s literally the Death Eater’s best tracker.”

“He hasn’t found George Weasley,” Will says.

“I’ve no fucking idea how George has managed to avoid getting caught by anyone , given how much of a high profile he has, but there’s no way I could do the same and be close to Voldemort like you want. A missing Lot? The Death Eaters are gonna go apeshit.”

“What about that Lot that escaped early on? Killed her owner and everything,” Kyle says.

“I’m pretty positive she’s straight up left the country,” I say, talking with my hands. “And I don’t think any of us are on board with killing him.”

Kyle nearly rolls his eyes. “I never said we had to kill him,” he says. “You’re here, out of your wards. There’s no need.”

“Okay, well me leaving the country is the exact opposite of what we want,” I say and start to pace. “How long would I be hiding?”

“I don’t know,” Kyle answers, shrugging. “Could be months.”

“Great, so you’re just gonna come get me when it’s time to, what, attack Hogwarts? Do you really think there’s gonna be another fight there? Or are we waiting for him to make an appearance somewhere?”

“I’ve heard he’s pretty reclusive right now, actually,” Will pipes in. “He hardly leaves the school.”

“Great!” I exclaim with fake enthusiasm. “So I’ll just camp out in the Forbidden Forest, then? Take my chances at running into Dementors, Death Eaters, centaurs, fuckin’ giant spiders , for fucks’ sake?”

“Girl’s got a point, Kyle,” Jake says, shoving his hands in his pockets and leaning against the ornate bed post. 

“Well, what else is she going to do? She’s useless to The True Order just playing house with a Malfoy,” Kyle says.

“Hey, I’ve done stuff,” I protest. “I’ve passed important notes to the Order, hidden a fugitive right under Thomus’ nose, and it was me who got the word to that safehouse that it was going to be raided.”

“ What ?!” Jake looks at me absolutely stunned. “That was you?”

“Yes! Who else in that room from the meeting would’ve tipped them off?” I ask. “ And I’ve managed to become immune to that scary as shit magic suppression potion. Have you ever taken that shit? It’s utterly terrifying to not have your magic.” I stop my pacing and look around at all of them. “To be completely at the mercy of someone who couldn’t give a shit whether you lived or died? We’ve all been sterilized and raped and branded as property. ” 

I pull my left sleeve up, bearing the tattoo and the scars Bellatrix left me. Diana’s visibly horrified and everyone else just looks mildly uncomfortable. “And these are just the scars I’m willing to show you.”

I force myself to calm down, breathing deep in through my nose and out my mouth. “I’m not going to jump headfirst into a plan held together with Spellotape and superglue,” I say after a moment. “Thomus trusts you guys. Aren’t you his best friend, Jake? Are you really gonna break his trust by losing something he obviously has put a lot of time and effort into keeping alive?”

Kyle is glaring hard at the carpet and Jake's intense focus jumps between me and Thomus. 

Jake exhales heavily. “She’s right.”

My shoulder’s sag with relief. “Thank you.”

“We have to think of a legitimate way to get you away from him,” Diana says. “Do you think he’d ever… let you go?”

I frown. “Like… set me free?” 

She nods. “Then maybe you could get scooped up by another Death Eater or something, someone who works more closely with You-Know-Who or who’d… loan you, I guess.”

I turn around to gaze at Thomus, sleeping soundly, and recall every possessive look or grab he’s given me. “No,” I say softly. “There’s no way he’d let me go willingly.”

Kyle snorts. “Yeah I second that. The asshole nearly slits my throat if I even talk to her when he’s not around.”

“Even if I could convince him somehow,” I say, “it wouldn’t matter what he wanted. I know he’d use the Death Eaters as an excuse. He couldn’t pretend I was gone if someone saw me. The Malfoy’s reputation and the trust the Dark Lord has in them would be put in jeopardy. There’s no way he’d risk the lives of his family.”

“Is there anybody that out ranks him?” Will asks. “Someone who could make that choice for him.”

“I’m not sure, really,” I admit. “I’m sure there is, but I don’t know who. Someone older, like his brother maybe?”

“We just need a reason for them to take you from him,” Jake explains. “Like a change of… ownership.”

“Who, though?” I ask. “And why?”

“Probably best if that’s something for us to figure out,” Kyle says pointedly. “Just in case.”

I sigh heavily and start heading towards the door. “Whatever. All I care about is that it’s legit, okay? Something that’s not gonna get any of us killed.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Will agrees, stepping out of my way. “Where’re you going?”

“To stand outside and pretend that I’m free.”

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hey, girl! i loove your billy lenz work— aka i literally adore it 🩶. but anyways, i was wondering if you could write up some needy! billy. like i know he’s needy all the time but if he’s so needy he literally forces himself to speak up about it, i think it’ll be great. you don’t have to do it if you don’t wanna, no pressure, ml — ★.

i loved this !! my biggest hc is that billy's only talkative on the phone and is a little quieter in person, so its fun to put him in a Situation where he's so needy he has to speak his mind. also, sorry it took so long for me to write! i have to get back to writing everyday warnings: nsfw, sex stuff, billy's usual dirty mouth, not proof read .. i'm sorry T T

☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!afab!reader

Dropping your weighty luggage off by the door, you let out the sigh that’s been building up inside of you since you started your voyage. Two cab rides and three trains later, you’re finally back across the border and on campus. The sky was already pitch black, and the sorority house was similarly dark, with no lights on anywhere.

Kicking off your boots and throwing your heavy coat onto the coat rack, you contemplate laying on the sofa and falling asleep right there. It’s tempting, since the stairs seem as tall as Mount Everest right now. You don’t even want to think about lugging your bags up. 

After some quick negotiating with yourself, you cut your losses and leave your bags at the door before taking the trek up to your bedroom. Whatever momentary relief the couch might give you will surely be replaced with even more sore muscles.

You tried to tell yourself that was the only reason for you wanting to go upstairs, but what was the use pretending? Your shame was destroyed the moment you let the stranger living in the attic use your mouth like a pussy, cradling your head and fucking into your throat until you choked and cried.

With your core tightening in anticipation, you ignore your room and head straight for the bathroom. You wash away the dirt and sweat from the long travel day with a hot shower. The water melts your tense muscles, and you wish you could spend another hour in the shower; you definitely won’t have that luxury once the other girls come back from their families. 

You don’t want to make him wait any longer.

With damp hair and a towel around your waist, you pad over to your bedroom in the dark. You must be leaving droplets of water as you go, but you can’t make yourself care. The water will dry by the morning, you tell yourself. You don’t know what Billy will do if you’re another moment late. 

When you open the door, you see him right away. He’s sitting in your desk chair, sprawled out like he tried to get comfortable but couldn’t. 

His foot is on the seat of the chair, with his knee bent up against his chest, and the other leg stretched out in front of him. He’s hunched in on himself, and one elbow leans against your desk. When he sees you, though, he stands to his full height. He is a shadow in the darkness. God, you missed him so much.

“Hi, Billy,” you say with a smile. He makes a sound, a mix between a relieved sigh and a dirty moan, and rushes to you. It only barely crosses your mind to be afraid of him, but you’re not. He hugs you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

You wrap your own arms around him, rubbing his shoulders slowly, feeling the soft material of his sweater that you missed so much while you were away.

Billy’s quiet like he always is when you talk to him in person. He can always talk your ear off on the phone, but when it’s face-to-face, Billy has a funny way of getting too shy to do more than nod or shake his head. 

Something feels different, though, with how hard he’s clutching your waist. You can’t tell if he just doesn’t want to let you go, or if he’s just imagining squeezing the life out of you.

Pulling back enough to see his face, you stroke his hair out of his eyes. You love his eyes, even when he stares like he’s seeing into your soul. The first time you saw his eyes, you thought they looked unnatural - you had never seen such a vivid eye color in your life. His eyes were such a light amber, they almost looked orange in the moonlight. 

Billy stares you down as you admire his features. Petting his cheekbone with your thumb, you imagine him telling you everything you want to hear. I missed you. I want you. I can’t live without you.

Instead, he says, “I fucked your pillows.” Although his voice sounds thick from disuse, it’s also deep. He rarely uses his deep voice, even when speaking over the phone. 

You’re so pleased to hear him, his words barely register in your mind.

“Yeah?” you say, tucking his hair behind his ear. Billy nods, not paying any mind as he undoes your work.

“Thought about you. Thought about fucking your throat and your pretty pussy,” he stutters, spitting out the alliteration. You touch his cheek again.

“Did you make a mess?” you ask him softly. His eyes close as he starts to nod, making your hand rub on his cheek. He turns his face, letting your hand drag down his nose and back up along his other cheek. You smile and move your hand yourself, stroking his face the way he was craving.

“Do you need me that badly?” 

Billy groans and he nods again, quicker than before. His breath shakes as he gulps audibly.

“Can I,” he starts, but has to stop to lick his lips. His mouth sounds so wet, like he’s already salivating at the thought of you. “Can I taste your pussy? Pretty piggy cunt. Please? I’ll be good, just wanna taste it. Wanna taste.” His voice trails off, eyes still closed like he’s afraid you might say no.

You pout and rub your thumb over one of his eyelids, feeling his long eyelashes flutter delicately under your touch.

“Let’s lay down first, okay? C’mon,” you say, gently taking Billy’s hands and leading him to your bed. You leave your damp towel on the back of your chair, and you can feel Billy’s eyes on your bare body.

You avoid your pillows as you lay down, pulling Billy on top of you. He goes readily, letting his full weight rest on you. He seems perfectly happy to stay close to you, and he makes no move to rearrange himself. 

“Heavy,” you murmur, gently pushing Billy off of you. He doesn’t go very far, but it’s a little easier to breathe without him squeezing the air from your lungs. He starts to kiss you neck, making you sigh contently.

“Did your pig-,” he pauses to kiss your ear lobe, taking your earring in his mouth for just a moment. He moans quietly, then finishes, “Did your piggy cunt miss me?”

You smile at that, stroking Billy’s hair.

“It did,” you admit softly. Billy’s moan is soft, even with how close to your ear he was. He kisses your helix, then your tragus, then your cheekbone.

“My cock missed you, too,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your cheek. “Wanna get my hot cum all over your piggy clit. Please.”

“Later. You have to fuck me first,” you tell him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Don’t you wanna-?“ 

He doesn’t let you finish, instead practically shouting, “Yes.” 

“Please. Please, please, please,” he continues, and you can feel his hardening cock against your hip. “Wanna- wanna rub my cock on your clit, please. Just wanna rub it. Just use my tip, please. Wanna feel you so badly.” 

“You’re being romantic today,” you giggle.

“I love you,” he confesses. 

You don’t respond to that. You stroke along his cheek.

“Can I put my tongue in it?” he whispers. You can hardly see him in the dark room - what little light you get from the moon avoids your bed, but you don’t need it to know how he’s looking at you. 

You nod, and watch as he climbs off the bed and kneels in front of you. He kisses the inside of your knee first, then moves higher along your thighs. His lips brush against your sensitive skin, and you must be getting wet now. 

Billy’s so close, you have no doubt he can tell how affected you are, not when your cunt clicks with slick as you part your legs even wider.

He whines when you bare yourself to him. It’s a genuine whine, loud and unmistakable. He separates your pussy lips even further with his thumbs, inspecting it like it would have changed during the time you were gone.

“I missed you,” he murmurs. He’s not saying it to you, though. He kisses your clit and your hips buck against his face.

“Show me,” you tell him, putting a hand in his hair. He leans against your touch like he’s a sunflower and you’re the sun. The thought makes you smile.

“Need you,” he whines again, and you can feel his lips against your slit. His tongue traces along your hole, and your thighs tighten around his face. “Need you so bad. Gonna kill you if you leave me again.”

“I know,” you whisper, your mind getting hazy with lust. “I’m not gonna leave again.”

It’s a lie, but it doesn’t matter right now. Billy needs you, and you’re giving yourself to him on a silver platter. He’ll take from you until he turns you into bones, and you’re sure you’ll thank him anyways. His amber eyes stare at you while his tongue prods at your entrance. For a moment, you’re not sure who needs who more. 

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[ataraxystoriess]

death at the hands of love—

genre ⤍ angst

relationships ⤍ childe x gn!reader

warnings ⤍ guns, reader death, not proof read, all lowercase

a/n ⤍ quill posting a fic after like a month not clickbait!! anyway hi everyone i had this idea in the middle of work and knew i had to write it. i hope y'all like it!!

a soft whimper sliced through the thick tension in the room, causing you to open your eyes once more, refocusing on what was in the center.

your love.

childe stood there, standing tall in a relaxed position. a small smile played at his lips, but his eyes weren’t directed towards you. rather, they were directed towards the one thing he loved more than you.

teucer sat in a chair, a foot or so away from you. tears streaked his cheeks as he looked back and forth from you to his brother.

“brother? why are you holding a gun?” the hesitant question spilling from his lips, as if the gun was being aimed at him.

“this?” childe laughed, spinning the gun in his hand, “this is just a toy, my dear brother.” he put the gun on top of his head, balancing it and winking at teucer.

you smiled softly at the act, pretending like the crumpled note in your hand didn’t say otherwise.

"it’s your brother or the girl. choose. this is your punishment."

punishment for what, you had no idea. how they found out about you, you also had no idea.

you and childe tried your hardest to keep your love a secret. stolen moments outside the backs of restaurants, an accidental brush of hands as he buys something he doesn't need from your store, a soft kiss as the stars shone brighter in the night.

and yet, here you were.

"hey, we have to test out this toy to see if the fake bullets actually work. but it makes a really loud noise. can you go outside? go buy some food, i'll be out in a second." childe shot a smile at his little brother, holding out some mora in his hand.

tecuer nodded, sliding off his chair and grabbing the mora. he scurried outside, the door slipping closed with a soft click.

childe then faced you, his face immediately crumpling.

and for a minute, for a minute you hoped he'd wink at you and say it was a prank, to pick you up and swing you while singing in his obnoxious voice.

then he raised the gun.

"i'm so sorry it has to end like this." he whispered, a tear streaking down his cheek.

you thought of begging for your life. you really did. but you knew, no matter what you did, you wouldn't leave this room alive. because even if childe loved you, he loved his family more. and you would have to live with that.

you would have to die because of it.

"it'll be alright," you smiled at him, tears forming in your eyes, giving the word a soft haze.

"i love you so much childe."

"and i love you more."

﹏

people say before you die you see your life flash before your eyes.

its not true.

before you died, you saw childe's face looking at you, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips as tears stained the concrete floor.

maybe it because in that moment, he was your life or death.

and he chose death.

﹏

tecuer held childes hand, happily bouncing up and down.

"where's your lover?" he asked, chocolate staining the outside of his lips.

childe paused in his walk, looking down at his brother.

"what do you mean, lover?"

teucer looked up at his brother, his round eyes filling with confusion.

"i thought that person was your lover. are they not? that's what i told the nice lady the other day, the one with a bright red outfit and a mask."

terror slowly descended upon childe as he realized what his brother had done.

just as you were the cause for teucers survival, he was the cause of your death.

childe blinked away the tears in his eyes.

"no, they're just a friend. and they went for a nap. a really long one."

hi !! thank you for reading this! if you did please rb (tags make me so happy but no pressure) and i hope you liked it!

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[mschoiyuki]

Giri or Honmei?

Trafalgar D. Water Law x fem Reader

a/n : this is my very first fic that I write after years on Tumblr and this man gets the honor for the first fic. If you see any grammar mistakes, please spare me and forgive me because English is not my first language. I'm in the mood for fluff and soft Law, since it's also my weakness. Yes, it's late for valentine, but still I hope you enjoy it. Oh! And I'm sorry if this is cringe and cheesy.

The boys on Polar Tang getting busy since morning. Busy with their daily tasks and busy with wondering if they will got chocolates from the girls. From you and Ikkaku. They really hope that they got chocolates even if it just a giri choco.

Ikkaku being the sweetest girl she is, happily making the chocolates for the boys. She ask “you’re not making choco for Captain?”. The question got you caught off guard, you answered “Hmm… maybe later? I don’t know if he will like it or not”. You still pondering if you should make it or not. “Just make it, Captain will love whatever you make for him” Ikkaku smile while stirring the chocolates. “I’ll think about it.” You smile and help her with the silicone molds.

Law hear the uproar outside his office and sighs. Walking out to find the source of the uproar, he saw the boys so happy getting chocolates from you and Ikkaku. When you notice his tall figure at the kitchen door, you just smile at him. And he become confused why you didn’t approach him and give him his share. He hope he will get chocolate from you.

With a pout hidden from the brim of his hat he walked to the kitchen bar to pretended getting his coffee. You walk to his side and say “Happy valentine, Law” with smiles that makes his heart beating so fast. “Y-yeah. Happy valentine too (y/n)-ya” he stuttered trying to keep his cool. And you started getting ready making dinner for the crews. With defeated sigh he walk back to his office since he is not getting any chocolate from you.

Sitting on his chair, he is still thinking if you gonna give him chocolate or not. It’s okay even if it just a giri. “Guess I’m not getting any. Guess she is not feeling the same for me. Maybe I’m just a Captain for her nothing more. Maybe I should be more honest and direct to her. Maybe I should just confess to her. But what if she reject me? It will be hella awkward in the Tang”. Ruffling his raven hair and let out a long deep sigh he choose to get back to his works thinking maybe it will be better this way. Better not getting any high hopes rather than get disappointed later.

Meanwhile you pacing back and forth at your room thinking should you give the chocolates or not. “What if he didn’t like it? Should I confess? What if he is not feeling the same and he kick me out from the ship?”. You groan and walk out of your room making bee line to Law’s office.

Stopped at his front door you hesitated for a moment before knocking. “Fuck it. It’s all or nothing” and you knock. “Come in” Law say. With his back facing the door he standing in front of his desk reviewing some documents, he doesn’t turned around for a moment so you clear your throat and say “Captain…”. Law immediately turn to see you standing at the middle of his office with your hands behind your back. “Do you need something (y/n)-ya?” He ask with a concern tone.

“Umm. I just want to give you this” pulling out a box from behind your back and give it to Law. With wide eyes Law reach out for the box and open it. There are various chocolates inside of it, a polar bear shape, a leopard, hearts, onigiri and the other shapes. “Did you make this for me?” He ask with ears getting red. “Yeah. There are sweet and bitter ones” you say while fidgeting your thumbs. “Is it giri or honmei?” He ask again with a slight hopeful tone and slowly approaching you. Startled with his question you answer with soft voice while looking at the ground “honmei.”

When Law standing in front of you, he reach his hand to your chin and lift your face to look at him in the eyes. You notice the blush on his face and a little smile adorning his lips. “Can I kiss you?” He ask and move his hand to the back of your neck. “Yes, please” you said and tiptoe to reach him slightly. He smile and kiss you slowly, moving his other hand to your waist. And you put your hands behind his neck closing any gaps between you. He release the kiss and looking at you in the eyes and finally said the words “I like you (y/n)-ya” his hand caressing your cheek softly, heart beating so fast that it can burst. You giggle and give him the smiles that melt his heart, “I like you too, Law”.

Pressing your forehead together and enjoying each other companies, suddenly Law remember something and he rush to behind his desk taking out a basket full of roses for you “I got this when we docked at the island yesterday. Hope you like it” he shyly give the basket of roses to you. "I love it, Law" you take the basket and admiring it, giving the smile that Law loves. "So today is our first day, right?" you giggle and give him a little peck on the lips. "Yeah, looking forwards for next year and the next next years with you" he wraps his arms around your waist and kissing you slowly.

Let's take our times together until we can say "I love you" countless time. Spending the rest of our lives and growing old together happily.

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[brigwife]

Fluffy/Angsty Bagginshield Drabble Below!

I have taken some extreme liberties with the powers of the Ring in order to bring this to you all, I hope you enjoy it 💙❤

Ao3 Link

Word count: 861

In Dreams We Will Meet Again

The halls of Erebor rose tall and proud as they always did, with shafts of sparkling light that coalesced into a spotlight that fell upon the great, iron throne. The air shimmered with dreamlike magic, and upon the lofty seat sat the King under the Mountain, Thorin II. 

In accordance with his majesty, he was adorned from head to foot in precious gems and metals, and none of these more magnificent than the ones that crested his brow. With his homeland reclaimed he had begun to grow out his beard once again, and it now was just long enough to braid. 

It was Bilbo Baggins of Bag End who was perched upon Thorin’s lap, weaving beads of gold and mithril into the coarse black strands. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his pointed ears twitching ever so slightly, as the king gazed down upon his consort with a fire of love in his eyes so bright that it surpassed the romances of Elven tales of old. There was room enough upon the wide seat for Bilbo and Thorin to sit side-by-side, but they never would, for both desired nothing more than to be as close to each other as possible in what little time they had together.

“You do not know how much I have missed you, Ibinê.” Thorin’s voice was powerful, yet soft as a dream, as he bent his head forwards to press it against Bilbo’s.

“I will come back to you soon,” Bilbo breathed, with his eyes squeezed shut. “I will always come back. Nothing can take you away from me forever.”

But even as their breaths mingled there came as if from another world, the creak of a door-knob turning, and a crisp, young voice calling out.

“Uncle Bilbo?”

“I love you, Thorin.” Bilbo’s voice was gentle and shuddering.

A silver tear sparkled in Thorin’s blue eyes ran down his cheek, before dropping onto Bilbo’s hand.

“It’s time for you to go now.” 

“Uncle? Are you home?”

Tears stung Bilbo’s own eyes. For a moment he considered pretending to be out somewhere, so he could stay with Thorin a little while longer. But he had promised Frodo he would be here when he got back. 

Trembling fingers closed around the ring on his right hand, and with all the courage of his Took ancestors, Bilbo slipped the gold band from his finger.

The scene around him instantly dissolved: the tall stone arches melting away into low, wooden ones. The warmth of Thorin’s lap gave way to a soft cushion upon a wicker chair, standing by the window of his study. The only thing that remained was the light that streamed through the panes of glass, refracting into rainbows on his desk.

Footsteps approached, and a moment later, the dark curly head and excited blue eyes of his young cousin Frodo peeked around the door.

“I have just been down in Ivy Bush, and the Gaffer was there talking very much about very little, as he always does. But he said that he heard from old Milo Burrows that Gandalf is going to be coming to the party. Is it true?”

Bilbo had been hoping to keep his old friend’s appearance as a surprise to Frodo, but apparently it was impossible to keep such things hush in the Shire.

“Yes my boy, he will be coming.” 

As he spoke, Bilbo fingered his precious ring behind his back, out of Frodo’s sight. He had promised Gandalf he would give it up when he left, but as the evening of the twenty-second drew nearer, Bilbo’s resolve was starting to crumble. 

Thorin was dead, and had been for sixty years. Bilbo knew this to be a truth of fact, just as one knows something they read in a book. But in another magical realm the King under the Mountain lived still, and Bilbo’s prize from the creature Gollum had allowed him to return to him at will and enjoy the life they could have shared. He hadn’t told anyone about this of course, for he knew Gandalf would only lecture him about the dangers of magic rings. 

Bilbo was still afraid. His only comfort came in the words Thorin had left him with as he lay upon the ice.

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

Bilbo had faced a great many trials on the quest for Erebor, but his greatest test came now. He hoped that the prospect of a peaceful retirement in Elrond’s house may be enough to help him face his grief once and for all. That it would give him the strength at last to give up his own hoarded gold, and allow Thorin to pass out of sight and touch and into memory. 

When Frodo had left him and padded down to the other side of Bag End, Bilbo looked down at the ring lying in his aged palm, and then closed his eyes.

Thorin’s face smiled at him from behind his eyelashes.

Even if it was only in his dreams, he would be with him always, right until he drew his final breath

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[writingwhimsey]

Sexy to the Rescue!

Part of @xxsycamore's Late Summer Rendezvous challenge!

Day 1: Sexy Lifeguard

Fandom: ikesen

Suitor: Shingen Takeda

Modern AU, NSFW content, fingering, PIV, unprotected sex, female reader

Sexy to the Rescue!

I took a deep breath as I made my way out of the women’s locker rooms at the public pool. It took every ounce of self confidence I had to put on this bikini, but…I had to try something. I’d been coming to the pool almost daily now with my best friend. Swimming was the best way to beat the heat during this sweltering summer we had been experiencing…but that wasn’t the only reason we had been coming.

“I saved you a spot here!” Misa, my friend called to me.

I smiled at her as I made my way over. “Did you make sure we have a good view?” I asked.

Misa grinned. “Oh most definitely.” She said, giggling. “Just sit down and take a look.”

I sat down on the lounge chair next to Misa and looked across the pool. The lifeguard stand was directly across from us. Currently the stand was filled by a young man with light brown hair, but we knew that he was due to go on break soon. “Oh, once he comes out, we’ll have the perfect view.” I said, grinning.

Misa giggled. “Definitely. Plus he should be walking right by here.”

“We’d better apply our sunscreen then.” I told MIsa.

Misa nodded. “Very true.”

We grabbed our bottles of sunscreen out and slowly began to apply it. Just as I was putting it on my legs, the doors to the guard house were coming open and the real reason we had been coming to the pool was walking out. Mister Tall Dark and Sexy, all broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and washboard abs. Not to mention a one hundred watt smile that was too charming for any woman to resist. The lifeguard known as Shingen.

He sauntered out, looking ever the picture of sex appeal. He smiled and nodded his head at everyone who greeted him as he past. He paused briefly in front of me and Misa. “Well, hello ladies. It’s good to see you again today.” He greeted, that smile the most charming thing I had ever seen, making my heart do flips in my chest.

Despite my racing heart, I smiled at him, hoping it would be as seductive as his own smile. “Good to see you as always Shingen.”

He smiled at me and opened his mouth to say something when the other lifeguard was calling out to him in an annoyed tone. “Shingen! Stop flirting and get over here! It’s my break time and you have duties to attend to!”

Shingen sighed. “I’ll be there in a moment. I can’t let beauty go unappreciated.” He was then turning back to me and Misa. “You ladies stay safe and I’ll see you at the next guard change.” He was then walking away, the eyes of every woman following him.

“Oh, I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave.” I murmured.

“I hear you.” Misa replied, fanning herself. “But did you notice he came over to talk to us? He didn’t stop at any of the other sunbathing ladies…and mentioned that we were beautiful. Though I am certain his eyes were on you.”

“It’s hard to tell with those sunglasses.” I replied. “I would only be so flattered.”

“Bet it’s that new bikini. I told you to go for it.” Misa replied. 

“He was probably just being nice.” I replied. “Though I won’t lie, I do enjoy the attention. It’s a nice confidence boost.”

“You know that bastard didn’t deserve you and everything he said was a lie.” Misa said, referring to my ex. “And I bet you that Shingen does fancy you.”

“In my dreams.” I replied. “My very..vivid and sexy dreams.”

Misa giggled. “Do those dreams include a rescue?”

“Sometimes.” I answered.

“Why not make those dreams a reality?” Misa asked, a mischievous grin on her face.

By this point we had finished applying our sunscreen and were both reclined back on the chairs, our sunglasses on, hiding the fact that we were ogling Shingen. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“Go in the deep end and pretend to drown…maybe you’ll even get lucky enough for a little mouth to mouth.” Misa answered with a giggle.

I felt my cheeks heating up. “I don’t think I could do that…”

“I could push you in if that would help.” Misa suggested. “Come on, you’ve been making googly eyes at him all summer and he’s been stopping to talk to you. Take some action.”

“Well…I mean he would be doing his job…” I replied.

I don’t know how I ended up agreeing to this, but the next thing I knew, Misa and I were walking to the snackbar. We picked a spot where it was especially slippery by the pool and Misa pushed me in, though made it look like an accident.

I let out a loud eek as I fell in the pool, closing my eyes and holding my breath to brace myself. I heard Misa letting out a convincing scream as I fell into the water. She was a good actress. It was a few moments later there was a splash in the pool and very soon, I felt two large arms wrapping around me and we were soon breaking the surface of the water.

I was being carried out of the pool and though I knew I needed to keep my eyes closed, there was no way I could. I cracked my eyes open just a bit and sure enough, I was being cradled against that broad chest belonging to Shingen.

“Are you alright?” He asked me, his voice so gentle and filled with concern.

Reflexively, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His sunglasses were off now, revealing the most gorgeous gray eyes…the term bedroom eyes flitted through my mind as my breath caught. I nodded, unable to find my voice being this close to someone so sexy.

He smiled at me before turning to speak to someone else. “I’ll be taking her to the medical room in the back of the guard house to look her over.” He said.

“Oh, that would be best. Thank you.” Misa’s voice said, sounding so concerned even though we both knew I was fine.

Another lifeguard was coming out to keep watch as Shingen carried me to the medical unit in the back of the guard house. Once we were inside, he was sitting me down on an exam table they had. “You know, you didn’t have to put on that show just to get me alone. Though it was a good excuse.”

I looked up at him feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s a bit slippery out there.”

Shingen chuckled as he came to sit down beside me on the exam table beside me. He lifted a hand to my wet hair, taking a strand between his fingers and toying with it as he leaned in close. “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t been trying to get my attention all summer? I know I’ve been trying to get yours.”

I felt my cheeks heating up. “Shingen…”

He leaned in, his face mere inches from mine. “I noticed your beauty the first time you walked out of the locker rooms. You are a beautiful woman and I would be lying if I were to say I hadn’t been hoping you would be in need of a rescue on my shift…though I was hoping to get to do mouth to mouth.”

“Well…you don’t need the rescue for that.” I found myself saying.

Shingen grinned at me and the next thing I knew his gorgeous lips were on mine. The kiss quickly deepened as his tongue teased my lips open and his arms wrapped around my waist, his large frame completely enveloping me in an instant.

My own arms wrapped around his neck and I found myself pressing my body close to his. With our swimwear, we were both already mostly skin to skin…and I felt hot all over. Our tongues twisted and tangled together, as I felt Shingen’s large hands moving over my curves and up my back before going to the string that held my bikini top on.

I gasped into the kiss as I felt him tug on the strings and my top was sliding off. We broke the kiss and Shingen gave me a sheepish look. “Forgive me…if you don’t want this…”

“I…I do.” I replied, breathless. “I…I am just surprised…and what if someone were to walk in?”

“I’ve locked the door.” Shingen replied, grinning at me.

“Well…it looks like you’ve thought of everything.” I replied. I was then throwing myself at him, pressing my lips to his. His arms were around me once more and he was pulling me into his lap.

I found myself becoming bold, my hands roaming over the defined muscles of his body as his own hands explored my dips and curves. His hands were so gentle and warm. I could feel the press of his erection through his trunks as it continued to grow stiffer beneath me.

I found myself grinding against him, wanting to feel some type of friction. Shingen groaned into our kiss. “Angel…you’re going to make me grow impatient.” He murmured against my lips, his fingers toying with the strings of my bikini bottoms.

“Y-you’re…not the only one…” I replied.

Shingen grinned at me as he pulled on the strings, taking my bikini bottoms off quickly, now having me fully bare while I sat on his lap. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

“You’ve…been imagining…?”

“You are a beautiful woman, my angel, my goddess. How could a man not imagine worshiping you?” He replied before swiftly moving us so that I was lying back on the exam table. He leaned down to spread kisses over my body, his lips covering every inch as his hands had earlier.

He reached my breasts and lavished them in affection, taking a hardened peak into his mouth, licking and sucking as his hands moved to rest on my thighs, squeezing and massaging. His thumbs gently moved on the insides of my thighs in a circling motion.

“Ah…Sh-shin…gen…” I moaned from his touch, but also wishing for more.

Shingen smiled around my breast as he moved one hand slowly up my thigh, bringing his fingers to the center of my heart. He began to stroke my sensitive bud, causing me to let out a cry of pleasure. I clapped my hand over my mouth, not wanting to draw attention from anyone outside.

“That was a beautiful sound.” Shingen said, beginning to increase the pace of his fingers between my thighs before moving to slide two inside, while his thumb circled my clit.

I gasped and moaned, biting my hand to keep myself quiet as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

Shingen kissed back up my neck, his free hand moving up to take mine from my mouth. “I can’t have my goddess injuring herself to keep from attracting attention.” He cooed. “I’ll have to help you.” His lips were on mine then, swallowing my gasps and moans as he continued to work me.

I bucked my hips against his hand, enjoying the sensation and yet still craving more. It didn’t take long for Shingen to pull his hand from my heat. I let out a sound of frustration and pouted into the kiss.

Shingen broke the kiss to smile at me. “Don’t worry my angel, I intend to take care of you.” He said, sliding his trunks off. “I’ll have you thoroughly worshiped and pleased by the time we leave this room.”

The next thing I knew, he had positioned himself between my parted thighs and I soon felt him sliding into my wet entrance. His lips were on mine once again, swallowing the moan I let out at the feeling of his length filling me, hitting so deeply inside me and stretching me in the most wonderful of ways.

I clung to him as he came to rest inside me a moment before slowly pulling back out and then sliding back in. His thrusts began slow and deliberate, getting me used to the feeling of him. His massive frame engulfed me as he held me close.

His pace increased and soon a lewd slapping sound filled the small exam room, accompanied by our pants and gasps. The coil in my core wound tighter and tighter with each thrust and soon, I was falling over the edge, my walls clamping hard around him. I moaned into his mouth and he groaned as my release pulled him into his.

We were panting as we came down from our high. Shingen smiled at me. “How would you like to do this again…when my shift is over at my place?”

“I…I think that sounds like a wonderful time.” I replied, returning his smile…and I knew this was all only the beginning.

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