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zorosdimples · 6 months

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AFLOAT

pairing ༄ zoro x gn!reader

warnings ༄ this fic is slightly suggestive, but it’s more fluffy than anything else. reader has an unspecified devil fruit power, and thus cannot swim. reader wears a bra and underwear, and is implied to be shorter than zoro, but no gendered terms are used.

word count ༄ 1365

notes ༄ my birthday fic for zoro! this has been in my drafts since july. it’s disgustingly self-indulgent and filled with emotion; i hope you all enjoy regardless <3 tagging my beloved wife @redskyvenus!

sitting on the edge of a rickety, weather-worn dock, you dip your legs in crystalline water and try to keep your focus on the depths: on the flora that roots at the bottom and reaches to the sun, on the schools of tiny fish that flit around the underwater jungle.

but your gaze keeps drifting to the man swimming laps around the spring, admiring how gracefully his strong body cuts through the water. the midafternoon sun hotly caresses your skin and presses into you like a greedy lover. you lean back on your palms and tilt your head up to soak in the barefaced sky; its cerulean is only obscured by the dense foliage that surrounds the secluded watering hole.

you’re startled from your thoughts when you feel something tickle your toes. with a strangled yelp you scramble back from the edge of the dock. as you steady your breathing and wonder what the hell just touched you, a familiar mint green head bobs up to the surface.

“asshole!” you shout, slamming your hands down on the wooden planks for emphasis.

zoro laughs heartily as he hoists himself out of the water and plops down next to you. he ruffles his hair, sending sparkling droplets flying in the sunlight, landing on your sweat-damp flesh. your eyes flicker to the rivulets that ebb and flow down his naked torso into a little pool beneath him.

remembering your irritation, you half-heartedly punch his tricep and scold him. “you scared me so badly i could’ve fallen into the spring and drowned. and then you have the audacity to laugh at me?”

zoro snorts at your dramatics, but glosses over them, nudging you with his elbow. “i’d never let you drown and y’know it.”

he’s right, of course. zoro is certainly strong enough to haul you out of the water. you’ve watched him save countless people—friend and foe alike—from a premature grave. you put your feet back in the spring, playfully kicking the swordsman’s leg in the process. the chilled water cools your body but isn’t enough to stop the perspiration that beads at your hairline.

“i miss swimming,” you state, thinking aloud more than speaking to the man beside you. you can’t see the way his lone eye maps your profile as though he will forget the cant of your nose and the curve of your lip once this moment passes.

silence hangs comfortably for several breaths before zoro turns to you with a sly—or is it sinister?—smile. “let me take you swimming.”

you blink at him a few times, face scrunching into the signature scowl he secretly adores.

“did you hit your head on a rock or something? i’m a devil fruit user. it’s physically impossible for me to stay afloat in water, let alone swim in it.”

his grey eye shines with mirth. “just listen for a sec, will ya? no need for insults,” he chuckles as he rises to his feet and offers you a hand.

you appraise him with a quirked brow. you will yourself to push away thoughts of how beautiful he looks bathed in sunbeams and how you wish you could chart the planes of his body the same way you are charting the grand line. how you would see and count and kiss every scar etched in his flesh and tell him how happy you are that he’s alive.

zoro keeps his expectant stance, and you focus on his outstretched hand, just as sinewy and scarred as the rest of his body.

“d’you trust me?” he inquires. his eye searches yours for truth.

“more than i trust myself,” you answer without thinking. the admission is perhaps too honest, but you catch his dimpled smile and feel a little lightheaded as you grasp his rough palm and stand up beside him.

zoro leads you off the dock and around the rocky curves and edges of the spring to an ideal point of entry. you reach a stretch that resembles a beach: a sandy shore that slopes into the water. he starts walking into the spring expecting you to follow, but when you hesitate, he pauses and spins to face you.

“somethin’ the matter?” he asks.

you wordlessly glance down at your jean shorts and white top. “ah,” he says with a curt nod. “you should just wear your swimsuit. don’t wanna get all bogged down with wet clothes.”

you absentmindedly fiddle with the edge of your shirt and clear your throat. “i don’t have a swimsuit, zoro.”

“huh? nami’s always got one on. you’re tellin’ me you don’t?”

you rub your temples. “oh my god, zoro. nami can swim—i can’t. why would i ever wear a swimsuit when i have no intention of swimming?”

after a few tense beats, he tries again. “so—”

you interrupt him with a huff. “just turn around and wait a second. please?”

he obeys without question and you sigh. before you second guess yourself, you undress, leaving your shirt and shorts in a tidy pile on the sand. you’re left in your bra and underwear. they’re nothing special: just a matching cotton set that has seen better days. they are well-worn and comfortable—perfect for the sticky summer heat. you muster all your courage and start walking toward the shoreline.

it’s not a big deal.

it’s just like a swimsuit.

he won’t care.

it’s not as though he likes me.

zoro can hear your tentative steps, faint splashes in the water behind him. he doesn’t turn to you since you never told him he could. once you reach his side, he angles his head so he can look you directly in the eyes, saying, “we’re gonna walk until the water is up to your shoulders. is that okay?” if you saw a rosy flush on his cheeks, you could have easily mistaken it for the heat or too much sun.

“yeah,” you breathe.

the two of you walk in silence. you feel fine until the water hits your waist, then reality sets in. you haven’t been in a body of water since you were a young child. icy panic surges through your veins when you feel a fish graze one of your legs; you instinctively grab zoro’s tanned forearm to steady yourself.

“easy there, s’okay,” he soothes, stopping so you can get your bearings. when you don’t let go of him, he adds a simple “c’mere,” securing a strong arm around your waist. the water is cold, but his touch burns you.

it’s a strange sensation, delving deeper in the clear water, the surface lapping at your shoulders. it’s both nostalgic and new, familiar and foreign, frightening and exciting—even more so with the man holding you.

“see? you’re a pro,” zoro teases, calloused fingers gentle as he squeezes your waist.

usually, you would bite back, but you’re transfixed by the feeling. you attempt to turn and face zoro, but stumble in the process, unused to how clunky your legs feel underwater. he wraps both his arms around your waist, anchoring you to him.

it dawns on you how close you two are: your bodies pressed together, a thin layer of sodden fabric separating your flesh from his. the swordsman hopes you can’t feel how fast his heart is beating. (you would if you weren’t so focused on your own heartbeat.)

you peer up at zoro, hands splayed on his firm pecs, and for the first time, you see unguarded longing in his steel gaze. it’s awkward, the way neither of you can bring yourselves to speak. but leaning into one another feels right.

uncharacteristically, zoro breaks the quiet. his voice is rich—husky—as he asks, “you okay?”

boldly, you link your hands around his sun-warmed neck, thrilled when he doesn’t pull away, but instead sinks into your touch. you stand on your tiptoes, inching closer to him. zoro’s head hangs low, chapped lips parted, breath heavy. he’s so close that you can see him and smell him and hear him and feel him, but you want to taste him, too.

“let’s just stay like this,” you murmur.

and in the middle of the chilly spring, two burning souls stay afloat, zoro’s lips moving, melting, blurring against your own.

#header is a detail from hokusai's woodblock print ‘whirlpools at awa’#dividers are my own!#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece x reader #zoro <3 #༄ kae writes

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sunboki · 7 months

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001. RECORD PLAYER LOVER — ANTHOLOGY

PAIRING. Christopher Bahng x fem. reader | WORD COUNT. 3.3k & 20 minute read | SERIES PLAYLIST. | WARNINGS. cursing | TROPE. enemies to lovers (somewhat), fishing town au, friends to lovers, coincidences, making-up (in a way)

( ✉️ ) — if you want an idea of where the small town boy! chan brainrot came from, seek this post back in july.. it only got worse from there(＞＜)

There’s a new guy working at the Record Shop you’d been to countless times as a kid. So when you show up and see a stranger working the register and not the sweet old man who’d give you lollipops, you’re not too pleased.

The last time a new face showed up in your town had to be before you were born, and as someone nearing twenty-one, that said a lot.

On the bright side, there wasn’t much judgment unless it came from choosing the wrong batch of strawberries in front of a grandmother, or perhaps that was simply your experience living here all your life.

Although, twenty-one years later, you didn’t expect for someone new to show up.

Familiar chimes clatter above your head while opening the door, bright blue label reading “Po’s Vinyl” decorating the windows and staining the tile floors an iridescent tone from the midday sunlight. It’s pretty, it’s ordinary.

Except something isn’t ordinary, because after a good few minutes or so of browsing, your normal stop by the register stops you in your tracks.

Clad in a black beanie with bouncy, tangled curls peeking from the fabric is a stranger. A stranger with toned arms and a pretty nose and kind features you stare at for too long.

But he’s not the grandpa, not Mr. Po who’s been dearly greeting you each and every day for more than twenty years.

Your stomach drops.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” You scramble to the counter, his warm pools for eyes flickering up with surprise. “Where’s the old man- Mr. Po- the one who works here?”

“Oh! Mr. Po? He retired a few days ago.”

Now your stomach decided to do backflips, and there’s a pit of nausea climbing up your throat.

Curse the boy in front of you for looking so happy-go-lucky. This moment is detrimental, why is he smiling? …And why is he cute?

Preparing to ask a billion questions, you pause, fixing the handsome man with an incredulous look before he catches onto your confusion.

”Sorry sorry, I’m Chris, ‘moved in last night. And you?”

Debating upon either running out the door right now to end up apologizing later, you crack a small smile you hope looks a tad bit more graceful than earlier.

Chris, huh.

“Y/n,” You reply, noting the soft dip of his dimples. “And uh.. you haven’t met Miss May yet, right?”

The question, coming off as more of a warning than anything, earns a sheepish shake of his head noticing your pitying expression.

Granted, the woman wasn’t that awful, she’s just.. Miss May. An unmarried, stubborn, seventy year old prune who will rightfully argue with anybody about anything and rightfully enjoy it. Not to mention her addiction to finding a suitable lover, and not just for herself.

Trust, once she lays eyes on this breathtaking hunk of husband in front of you she’ll never leave him alone. Might as well treasure your days until you’re stuck in the witch’s dungeon.

“Can I ask what you mean by that?“

Spaced out watching his lips move, you barely caught the question till he cleared his throat and every particle in your body resorted to self sabotage.

Way to make an introduction.

Opening your mouth to respond, you choke on your words, hastily run behind the counter and whisper-scream for him to duck at the sight of said woman passing by the window.

Speak of the devil.

At his attempt to peek out, your hand unconsciously forces his head down, slapping on your best “nothing to see here!” façade while the heel-wearing matchmaker saunters in.

“Why hello dear,” She casually drawls, thin brows raised.

The woman slowly grins, stepping forward to lean over the counter and peer down where Chris hides blinking up beside your calf.

“You can come out now.” She says with a chuckle, and he hesitantly raises up, face blooming pink.

Erupting with obvious delight, she claps her claws hands together, and you can feel the dread creeping in from a mile away.

“My my, I didn’t know you two knew each other- -“We don't!” Shouting in unison, you synonymously turn to each other, nothing but utter puzzlement etched across your faces. It’s like something out of a sitcom. Literally.

“He’s Chris,” Nervously, you refer to the man with an uncertain point of your finger, him doing the same.

You’re certain if this situation got any more awkward you may win a spot in the book of world records.

Miss May amusedly shook her head. “So you do- -“No!”

She might as well have been internally arranging a wedding by the way she stared through your souls, neither of you daring to move a muscle out of fear she might pop a ring out of her ass and declare you engaged if you breathed loud enough.

“Alright alright, I’ll leave you two to your business then.” Waving like some pretentious heiress, you make sure to mock the action once her back is turned—Chris stifling a bubbling laugh beside you when she finally leaves.

You have an itch this won’t be the last time she stops by. You’ll just pray it won’t be when you’re within a six foot radius of both this shop and the man next to you.

Sorry Chris, it’s every man to themselves with Miss May.

Brushing off your clothes, you step back slightly, not realizing how close you’d gotten to him before nearly bumping into the dark-haired man. And, in the least weird way possible (that's still weird), from your closeness, you discover he smells like the ocean. Not too salty, not too strong. Like the sea’s air clings to his clothing.

Considering he got here a day ago, he must’ve stopped by the harbor on his way here. Strange.

“I’m.. gonna go. See you sometime?” Heading toward the door, you spare a glance behind you, vision again magnetically pulled down to his lips—so plush and pretty, then back to those equally pretty eyes that crinkle when he smiles goodbye. A nervous habit.

Who knew a potential heartthrob would show up here out of all places.

Guess things were finally getting interesting.

Your trek home wasn’t too eventful, unless you counted locating Mr. Po, begging him to come back, and avoiding the severely bitter tea he kept offering—then yeah, not too eventful.

Jamming the key in your door and being sure to successfully waste at least three hours forcing the newest addition to town out of mind, you’d like to say by the time 6pm rolled around he was completely void of your thoughts, but the coffee stain on your shirt after imagining his face said differently.

Best part about not having a neighbor? Walking around without a top, bottoms, or anything on was always on the table. Sort of gross, but you get the picture.

Best part about not having a neighbor yet.

You should’ve put the pieces together sooner, because already halfway into pulling your shirt up off your head did you notice a pair of eyes meeting yours from the other, usually vacant house next door.

Chris’ eyes. Unmistakable and currently swimming with horror.

It wouldn’t surprise you if you looked the same right now.

Urgently yanking the fabric back over your body, you practically throw yourself down, met with nightmare-fueling reality and too much embarrassment to properly function nor rise from your squat on the floor.

Moved in last night, he’d said. But the one thing he forgot to mention was that he moved in right next door.

Fucking. Fantastic.

. ..

Over the next five days, you’ve come to the conclusion that Chris makes music. Or something involving headphones, his finger tapping a beat, and the occasional nod of his head to a rhythm—observations made from peeking out the window each evening.

It’s sort of mesmerizing watching him routinely click buttons. Like, in a sense, you learned the first clue about his life before telling him your name.

That is until he rises and you prepare to duck, fixated on his adam's apple bobbing when he swallows, pretty, still damp strands of dark hair crowning his forehead.

The last thing you need is for him to catch you ogling after having witnessed you half naked, something that would, quite literally, be the cherry on top of demolishing your ego.

Knowing him though (after only physically meeting once), he’d probably gladly forgive and forget, but you couldn't, and that was the problem. Couldn’t shake that incessant pit in your stomach telling you if it were anyone else you’d be able to move on.

Anyone other than him, other than Chris.

Something about him. There was something about him.

On the other hand, Chris couldn’t forget either. The image permanently tattooed in his brain for what felt to be eternity.

Not just your body (and also your body), but you, the incredibly attractive new acquaintance he’d met hours beforehand was, coincidentally enough, his neighbor.

And it didn’t take a genius to figure out you were avoiding him since, frankly, it was virtually impossible not to run into everyone in this town at least once a day.

He was a nice guy, so he gave you your space. Nevertheless, that didn’t keep him from picking some fun from time to time.

Like yesterday when he’d noticed you standing by your sink, repeatedly stealing not-so-sneaky glimpses.

Slyly deciding on honing the most nonchalant move in the book, he stretched. Rolling his head back, a tiny bit of his abdomen becoming visible when his arms raised up, and even sighing just to add to the ambiance.

Trying not to laugh had never been so difficult in his life.

Regardless, avoidance never lasted forever, and seeing you practically tiptoe around town was too obvious not to pay mind to.

So when the door to Po’s Vinyl creaked open during his evening shift, he craned to greet the customer, only to be met with bare space. Well, prior to noticing your hunched frame stalking through aisles, crouched down rather comically.

Biting his tongue, he watched you scour like a mad-woman, finally stilling in front of at a new arrival, the latest album restocked yesterday.

Turns out you were fated to run into each other again somehow. One way or another.

Maybe this was his chance to clear things up, or maybe that was the wrong move, maybe it would mess everything up and you’d move away and— Oh. You’re in front of him now, pale as a ghost and religiously averting eye contact.

“This,” You mutter, barely forming coherent sentences while sliding the album forward, hand wildly fishing through your bag in search of your wallet.

He stays quiet, periodically fixating on your expressions while scanning the barcode. Debating, contemplating.

“Hey can we—“

“Sorry! I really need to go to the vendors today, another time?” Scrambling, you snatch your purchase and rush off, ceasing to take note of the playful smirk painting his features.

He has an idea, an idea that may or may not work.

He’ll test his luck.

Spending the majority of his shift waiting for you to pass by again, he immediately locks onto your frame sprinting past an hour or so later.

Stepping from the store and calling out your name multiple times, it only makes you walk faster in response, leaving him to gradually catch up and move in front of you.

You try slipping past each side, finding yourself blocked every time. Your brows knit frustratedly.

“Y/n, can we talk, please?”

You sigh, stalling your movement to cross your arms and send him a taut gaze.

He can tell you hate this, hate standing here and especially hate his invitation, but the small, curt nod he got after a few seconds was enough.

Perhaps, that “maybe” would turn out true. The chance to clear things up.

He hoped.

. ..

“Look, I didn’t see anything.”

“Liar.” You grumble, jogging to keep pace without heading anywhere in particular.

If only you were a toddler and could throw a tantrum to get out of this due to simply being petty. Except you couldn’t. You were an adult, and you had to handle the situation like one.

What bullshit.

Flailing his arms helplessly, he tugged his jacket tighter against his body, the chilling air only dropping further as you neared the ocean.

“I’m not lying! Seriously!” Voice childish whilst avidly squirming around, the sound of gray rocks clattering beneath your shoes muffles your conversation.

He halts suddenly and you do the same, ceasing to acknowledge how far you’d aimlessly walked till the Lighthouse, located on the furthest side of town, looms above.

There’s a good minute of silence, interrupted by clearing his throat and simultaneously sending you a mischievous glance.

“Although,” He begins. “That red color was cute.”

You blink, watching as he gestures to his chest before swiftly dodging your swinging fist, looking mere seconds from exploding.

It’s sort of adorable.

Adorable in a dangerous, likely-to-kill-you way. But adorable.

Albeit expecting you to drown him, sucker punch him or suffocate him (quite possibly all three), you alternatively grab his hand, dragging him towards the Lighthouses’ entrance and up the winding rails.

Chris doesn’t interject nor pull away, face instead broken into a sweet smile while following you, observing you.

Arriving at the top that overlooked blue cascades, you sit down, not caring to explain with your knees pulled to your chest. He doesn’t mind.

It’s hard not to admire the endless abyss of water overwhelming every expanse in view, the moon’s glint scattering upon its surface. Wind whips your hair in wild directions, and it’s rather cold now above ground level.

Chris quietly hikes up the last few stairs behind you, easing off his jacket to drape around your shoulders—earning a hum of appreciation as he drops down on your right.

Silence.

“Hey, um, thanks.” He speaks, but his voice is softer this time, sadder this time, and if it weren’t for you two being mere inches apart you doubt you would’ve heard it.

“For what?”

“Nothing important. Just, thanks.” Peering at you with a tilt of his head, you decide not to pry, reflecting his subtle happiness.

Being completely honest, you don’t have the first clue of what Chris’ life was like before here. Somehow, it felt better staying that way. We all have secrets, and in a sense, this seemed to be his escape, his own secret.

Whatever his history entailed, you’re glad it led him to Seoul. Lead him to you.

“Awe,” You shove his shoulder lightly and the man pouts, cheeks dusted pink from the biting cold while his eyes stay trained on the sea, glimmering.

You sit there for a few minutes, listening, appreciating.

“Say, ‘wanna swim?”

The sky dark overhead, Chris gives you an incredulous look, wondering if you’re joking.

He’s quiet, eventually nodding and nearly toppling down the circular stairs after you, hastily pulling off your shoes to run through sand and scattered shells.

It’s stupid, so stupid swimming in freezing cold water at night.

Something the you who didn’t know Chris wouldn’t ever consider. But now he was here, currently taking off his shirt and— shit. He’s taking off his shirt. Holy shit.

Unfortunately, you weren’t given much time to be shocked (and mystified) before being picked up and literally thrown in, clothing and all very much intact.

Sputtering as you surfaced, you instinctively covered your top half, earning a giggle from the greek god of a man a few feet away, calf deep in the water.

“What’re you all shy for? ‘S not like I haven’t seen your—“ Now it’s his turn to be dunked, and you’re more than happy to force his curls into the water below, both drenched and shivering.

This is like a fever dream. Like you’ll wake up in your cozy bed to never have any of this happen in the first place. Never have had Chris happen in the first place.

Unable to contain the question, words basically pour out at an alarming pace the moment you open your mouth.

“Are you real?”

Because the moment feels too good to be true.

You both stop.

“Am I real? What, wanna find out?” He cockily points to his flexed arm, leaning your way while you shrink back, face contorted with disgust.

Best to have kept that one to yourself, but hell, you’d give in just this once.

Wading closer, you wrap your arms around his tummy in a sticky, uncomfortable hug. Chris doesn’t pull back though. Alternatively, he reaches up to pat the back of your head, surprised expression transforming into that of fondness.

You stay that way, wordlessly confessing so many things in a minute and a half as the stinging breeze seems to rattle your bones. Things you don’t have the courage to say aloud, things Chris understands all the same.

Walking home was a blur, filled with shapes and colors you barely recognized till the sound of a door opening knocked you back onto your feet.

Too cold to comprehend anything, you both race into separate rooms, coming to the realization this isn’t your home when searching for a towel to cover yourself.

Not your home, but his.

And you wonder if his setup is still situated directly in front of your window like normal. Wonder if, possibly, it was a coincidence you were now in the house you’d been staring daggers into for weeks, or if it all was a twist of fate.

How funny.

There’s quiet, childish interaction as he knocks on the door, sheepishly handing you a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt while his eyes stay glued to the floor.

Yet you can’t bring yourself to tease despite how bad the urge is, because he’s just him.

And you’re wearing his clothes. That too.

A hair dryer seated on his bathroom counter catching your eye, you pop your head out the door, yelling to Chris who’s busied himself somewhere in the living room.

“Hey Chris! Want me to dry your hair for you?” You shout, and he shuffles to make out what you said, practically lighting up witnessing you wearing his clothes.

The view is better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Laughter fills the air, all squeaky and high-pitched with you seated above him on the couch, occupying the floor while drying his wild curls that fly in every direction.

Clicking the off button, his head falls back to look at you, long eyelashes dusting and perfectly framing chocolate brown orbs. He’s practically glowing, and cupid has to be lingering nearby by how fast your heart thumps in your chest.

“…Can I spend the night?”

Whispering, you carefully place your hands on either side of his face, glancing back and forth erratically between his eyes and lips.

You don’t notice how close you are, a habit picked up from the start. He draws you in like a Siren, and you’re more than happy to senselessly follow his song.

His lips part, breathlessly uttering.

“Yes.”

And before you know it, you’re capturing his lips just as senselessly, kissing the man as if a near microscopic thread connected the both of you.

That is until Chris took charge, pulling your right-side up face against his upside down lips. Deeper, hungrier.

Crashing, like the moon-reflected waves you’d seen earlier. Messy and greedy, fervent. So many feelings, so many words without sound. You were good at doing that.

You’d like to admit it lasted for a few seconds, but from how you managed to somehow end up in his lap in the process, that definitely wasn’t the case.

“Here,” Chris says, handing you a warm mug of tea and settling beside you on the couch once you finally finished eating each other's faces, TV playing continuous episodes of Friends that numbly buzz your eardrums.

Neither of you spoke apart from exchanging drinks, atmosphere comfortable, exhaustion growing the longer you sat. Your eyelids began to droop before your head (unbeknownst to you) plopped onto his shoulder.

Initially Chris tensed, waking up from his own dazed daydream to marvel at the now sleeping beauty, you, cozied up against him.

He stared for a while, taking in what small interactions deprived him of. Those tiny details of you, the imperfect perfections. Beautiful.

Brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, he smiles—one that he can’t contain, one that hurts his cheeks from how big and bright it is.

“I’m so glad we met.”

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chaotic-mystery · 3 months

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Code Red | Chapter Seven: I Love Older Men

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

summary: Your big date with Joel is finally here and you end the night on a good note, or a good feeling perhaps.

content warnings: SMUT, 18+ only blog MDNI. Enemies to lovers, dads best friend Joel, age gap (readers in her twenties and Joel is in his 40s), slow burn, first date jitters, reader has hair Joel can brush from her face, no other descriptors, Joel puts reader on the dining table, finally getting some smut, eh? oral sex (f receiving bc he's a ladies man), orgasm denial until you agree with him, power imbalance, dirty talk, thigh smacking, biting, a few sips of beer but no one is buzzed, horny overload, cum eating if you use a monocle, pulling Joel's hair and riding his face/nose, slight PDA, a tiny easter egg if you find it, and one (1) sleepover. NO use of Y/N! Let me know if I've missed something!

authors note: Hi, I love you first off for keeping up with this and my life when it gets crazy and I dip for a little. Thank you for all the support on Code Red, it means the world to me. This can be read as a stand alone if you're unfamiliar with the series but it'll make more sense reading it in order || wc: 4K || notif blog so you don't miss a thing ||

“Why do you have to wear that shirt?” Joel asks as your front door swings open, his hand pushed against the door jam to prop him up.

You giggle and look down at the bedazzled shirt that was tight enough to push your tits together nicely. It came as no surprise to you that Joel didn’t like the words printed on it and covered in rhinestones. ‘I Love Older Men’ twinkles in the sunlight as Joel swings open your front door, already taking your house key to lock the door behind you.

“It’s not funny, you’re gonna draw attention to us.” He gripes, putting a hand on your hip behind you as you sit down. His attitude was already starting to get on your nerves but you refuse to let him ruin this, especially over a shirt.

“Hey! Enough, it’s just a shirt. Is it really such a bad thing if people look at us?” You ask, dipping your head down to look at him.

Joel meets your eyes and licks his lips while thinking about what to say. You cup his cheek and raise your eyebrows at him playfully.

“No, I just-” He starts and you cover his mouth quickly to cut him off. Joel gets the hint and rolls his eyes at you before closing the door shut and getting in on his side of the truck. He starts the engine and puts his hand on the back of your headrest to back out of his driveway, open palm against the steering wheel turning it quickly.

His cologne smells warm and spicy, with a tad of amber mixed in there which surprises you for someone like him, not seeming like he’d be into expensive cologne. Absolutely captivating, the way he does everything so effortlessly and somehow makes you want to bury your face in his chest while he talks for hours and hours. Joel turns forward and starts the long drive ahead of you two. You were unsure where your date actually was, Joel wanted to keep it a surprise from the last time you spoke about it, which you didn’t mind in the slightest.

Joel looks over a couple of times and leans his arm against the door while he steers the wheel.

“You gonna stay over there the whole time or you wanna sit in the middle?” He asks, almost waiting for you to laugh and tell him no. You fight back a smirk and sigh dramatically before sliding over into the middle seat right next to him.

“Better?”

“For now.” Joel responds and his tongue lingers over his bottom lip for a split second before disappearing into his mouth again.

“Where are we going? Please don’t tell me you’re taking me to Home Depot…Joel are you taking us to Home Depot?” You half whine and look up at him with your hand resting on his knee.

“Now why on earth would you think I'd take you there for our date? Give me a little more credit, would ya? Just sit back and enjoy the ride please?” His arm tightens around your shoulders and pulls you into him more. You giggle at his growing annoyance and put your sunglasses on as you rest your head back, looking out the window watching the telephone poles whiz by.

One of the few times you ever felt this calm and relaxed was with Joel or when you’re alone. He makes it so easy to forget all of the stress and the issues constantly circling your brain about your dad, the future of not knowing, everything that bothers you. None of it ever seems that important when you’re with Joel.

You two hum to the radio and talk here and there, mainly enjoying the comfortable silence you shared. He turns right and the sign for the aquarium starts to get closer.

“You remembered the aquarium? Oh my god, Joel!” You exclaim and sit straight up to see the view better. Your excitement was too much for you to notice Joel taking glances at you with the biggest smile on your face. It was apparent to him you thought he forgot about the aquarium comment you made months ago. Little did you know he bought tickets as soon as you mentioned it that day. Even if you went just as the weird friend dynamic you briefly were, Joel still would’ve loved it no matter how much he would’ve pretended not to, no matter how much he wants to deny it.

He pulls into the parking lot and finds a parking spot a little far away from the doors but neither one of you mind. With your purse on your arm, you climb out of his truck and stand in front of it while you wait impatiently for him to get out.

“You ready?” He asks, coming up right next to you. His finger hooks under your chin and brushes his thumb down softly as he gives you a smile.

“Absolutely.” You respond back.

You two start towards the door, his arm brushing against you every time he gets close. Every time you feel his pinky touch your hand, you want to just reach out and hold his hand. Joel being the brooding older man, he’s not too big on PDA. You were the exact opposite. You wanted the whole entire town to know you were dating Joel Miller, you wanted to hold his hand while you wore your silly little shirt and have everyone stare at you both, like they could even begin to know the situation.

When you get inside and turn in your tickets, Joel watches the glimmer in your eyes sparkle as you take in everything around you. The tanks full to the brim with fish and coral, touch tanks tucked back behind the glass and metal staircase leading upstairs, the glowing hallway leading to so much more, the gift shop you were definitely going to stop in before leaving. In awe at the artwork covering almost every inch of wallspace, you were mesmerized. Two children run in front of you and scream wildly as they chase each other, causing Joel to grab your hand instinctively and pull you out of the way before someone gets stepped on.

You look down and his fingers interlock with yours and neither of you say a word or pull away.

“Where to first, baby?”

Hours pass and your feet are starting to hurt but you’re having too much of a good time to admit to Joel he was right about your shoe choice being awful. It was absolutely worth the pain though, walking the entire aquarium to get the full experience. Joel didn’t complain once no matter how many times you got weird looks for your shirt. He’d walk up to the dolphin tank and put his on the glass, the same glimmer in your eye from when you arrived was the same one he had. You two end up in front of the jellyfish tank that went up to the ceiling with glass, blobs of pink and orange jellyfish floating up and down all over the tank. Joel takes a seat on the bench in front and leans his arms against his thighs as he watches closely.

You sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, admiring the pink jellyfish at the very top that keeps sinking to the bottom just to go straight back up.

“Did you have a fun time?” Joel asks.

You don’t answer right away to not seem eager. “Yeah, this was a lot of fun. Never a dull moment with you though.” You giggle quietly as you remember earlier when he made someone’s child cry because Joel apparently “took the stingray” the child was touching and it decided to swim to Joel’s hand you forced into the touch tank. You’ve never seen him move so fast until that moment.

Joel chuckles with you as he knows exactly what you’re thinking about.

“I told you not to make me do it and you see what you did? You made someone's child cry, they’re never gonna come back here now.” Joel can’t finish his sentence because you both are laughing so hard and he leans his head on yours.

There wasn’t that need to fill the silence with Joel. You could sit there with him for hours and not share a word and still be comfortable, that’s not something you come by everyday.

“Well, you wanna stop in the gift shop before we go?” Joel questions as he picks his head up off yours.

“Yeah! I wanna see what stupid thing I can convince you to buy me.” You jump up and step towards the tank a few times, turning around to look at Joel.

He rises to his feet and walks towards you slowly, head cocked back slightly. The look he’s giving you makes your heart start to race and you can feel your cheeks getting warm with every step closer he gets to you. Somehow you managed to be the only two people in the jellyfish exhibit and you were thanking your lucky stars for this.

“Convince me, huh? Convince me how, baby?” His mocking tone sets your body on fire and you suddenly can’t speak.

Joel gets right in front of you and tucks his hand against your cheek, his long fingers brushing softly on the skin right below your ear.

“You don’t have to convince me to do anything, sweetheart. I’d do anything you want.” He kisses your lips gently.

“I’d buy you anything you want.” He kisses your jaw.

“I’d build you anything you want.” He kisses your neck softly.

You would’ve fallen to your knees had he not pulled away and chuckled at you, seeing how pathetic he made you for him so fast.

“Fuck off, Joel.” You try to play it off like you weren’t going to risk it all had he kept going.

He takes your hand once more and walks with you to the gift shop, his hand hardly leaving your waist as you meander around the store.

Torn between the pack of pens with different aquatic animals on the top and a turtle shaped beanie, you asked Joel which one you should get.

Joel turns around from the little container of pins he was looking at and takes a good glance at the options.

“What about this?” He holds up the metal pin that has a starfish printed on the center, with big ugly yellow letters that say, ‘I’m a star!’.

You blink once at him and turn back around to hide your laugh.

“That’s so goddamn stupid, Joel. I’d hate to be called a starfish.” You put the hat back and just as you look up, you see it. The stupid thing you want Joel to get you.

Yanking the clownfish plush off the shelf, you grin widely and turn back around to him and shake it in his face.

“This, this is it. Isn’t it the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” You look back down at the stuffed animal, admiring all the details on it. Without missing a beat, Joel doesn’t look away from you and nods. “Yeah, it is.”

On the drive home you stopped for food and ate in the parking lot while Joel gave you his typical old man history recap of all things Austin, Texas while you nodded like you were following the entire time. You caught most of it, but some stuff you were lost about and you didn’t have the heart to make him explain. Nodding and smiling usually did the trick.

Joel pulls into his driveway and stops right next to the little light pole on your side so you can see where you’re walking. Joel gets out after turning it off and walks around the front of the truck to meet you halfway. With an arm stretched out towards you, he grabs it and holds it there for a moment.

“Do you wanna maybe, um…see the new curtains I put up the other day?”

Your brows furrow and you can feel a laugh building up inside.

“W-what? Are you inviting me in to look at your curtains?” You have to make sure you heard him correctly. This seems like Joel’s way of getting you inside but he won’t explicitly say it. He needs an innocent excuse to get you inside before he makes his move.

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly and turns away causing his bicep to come into the light and grab your eyes.

“Yeah, I am.” He refuses to elaborate or change his question to the truth, curtains is what he’s sticking with.

“Well let’s go, Mr. Miller.” you reach up and pat his chest before heading towards his front door.

“C’mon, you know I hate when you call me that.”

“I know, that’s why I love it.”

He stands close enough behind you that you can feel his chest on your back while he unlocks the front door.

“Such a brat.”

The door swings wide open and you’re hit with the familiar smell that is Joel. The cologne with the faint scent of laundry detergent and somewhere a reed diffuser sitting neatly on a table. You take in all of the photos on the walls of him and Sarah, the home looking lived in and not empty. This is what you’ve been waiting on ever since you moved in. You wanted to see inside this house so badly. To see the room you’d constantly look down to when you couldn’t sleep and needed someone but he wasn’t awake. To see the room where you could hear every argument he had with Michelle over you.

“Everything you thought it’d be in here?” Joel questions and walks from behind you to the stainless steel fridge in the next room over as you stand in the doorway of the living room.

“It’s so cozy in here, I didn’t think it would be. Figured you’d have a lawn chair in here with a fold up table or something.” You joke and turn around with your arms crossed over your chest.

Joel looks at you with a fake disappointed face and closes the fridge before grabbing the two beers off the counter he got out.

“Don’t be a smartass, or I’ll have to fix that for you.” Joel states firmly, standing right next to you.”

With your breath caught in your throat, you take the beer from his hand hesitantly and think about whether or not you should say what you’re thinking. Fuck it though, right?

“Fix it how, Mr. Miller?” The playful tone in your voice makes Joel turn slowly towards you and sucks his teeth quickly before setting his beer down on the coffee table to the left of him.

“What’d I say about calling me that. You just love to push my buttons don’t you? Gets you off knowing you’ve annoyed me for the day, huh?”

You take another sip of your beer and smirk against the bottle.

“Yeah, I do.” You answer confidently.

Joel’s strong arms wrap around you and tug you close against him which causes you both to grunt and he holds you there, his face inches away from yours.

“And what if I told you every time you do that you make me wanna bend you over and have my way with you until you say you’re sorry?”

There it is.

You shutter a breath and meet his eyes which don’t seem so brown anymore. They’re dark with lust and it’s the one thing you’ve been wanting to see from him.

“Doubt it, I don’t think you can break me.”

Your lips ghost over his before they crash together and he groans in your mouth instantly as he picks you up for just a moment and walks you over to the dining room, setting you at the end of the table. You swing your legs as he steps back and admires how you look with the dim lighting around you.

“You would want that, of course. Should’ve known you’re a dirty girl. Tell me how you want me, baby.” He leans in and holds the back of your neck as he trails kisses along your jaw and throat, trying to make you respond.

The harsh but passionate kisses cloud your mind and you can’t answer fast enough.

“Tell me pretty girl, tell me how I can make you feel so good and have you right where I want you.”

God, you need him so badly.

“I-I like it rough. Manhandle me but still make me feel wanted, like you can’t get enough of me.”

Your answer coaxes out a groan from Joel and you can’t help but smirk.

“Oh is that so? You want me to toss you around, maybe pin you down right here and give you that attitude adjustment I’ve been wanting to give you since I saw you on your dads porch?” Joel did one thing well, and it’s being condescending.

He lays you down on the wooden table and pulls his hand out from the back of your neck and down the middle of your breasts slowly, all the way to the top of your pants. A scoff comes from his mouth and he tugs on the belt loop near your button.

“‘I love older men’...so fuckin’ naughty. Have you ever been with one or are you just talkin’ a big game?”

Joel undoes the button on your pants and wiggles his thick pointer finger inside the waistband of your panties, smoothing over your skin teasingly.

“N-no, I haven’t been with one yet.”

“Perfect. Now, take these off.” He yanks on your pants and stands still between your legs while you lift your hips up to shimmy them off. Halfway down your legs he grows impatient and shucks them off you, tossing them onto the floor. Joel kneels down and his face is dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“Joel, please- I need you…I need you so damn bad.” You whine, grabbing at his hand that’s holding your waist.

“You need me to what, baby? Use your words, I know you can do it.” He mocks.

Colored embarrassed that he was wanting you to explicitly say you want him to eat your pussy was an understatement. You didn’t mind a challenge.

“I want you to lick my pussy, Joel. I wanna feel your tongue on me and make me scream because you do it so well.” As soon as the words leave your lips, his tongue is licking at your wet panties. Tasting every bit of excitement he got from you until you whimper for him to do more.

“You want me to show you what I can do, pretty girl?”

Joel doesn’t wait for your answer and he grabs your hand, hooking your panties on your fingers to have you hold them to the side.

“Be a good girl and hold these for me, yeah?”

You nod in response and close your eyes just in time for his warm tongue to flatten against your clit. His moans muffle against your folds as his hands grip your hips harder, pulling you close to his face as he laps at your soaking pussy. Quick and rough flicks from his tongue go against your clit and you can already feel your legs shake. Your back arches off the table and instantly your hand goes in his hair, gripping the salt and pepper little curls tightly.

“Ohhh my-fucking god, Joellll!” You cry out and his right hand leaves your hip to the middle of your torso to pin you back down.

“Stay still.” He commands and buries his face between your thighs, his beautiful nose bumping your

clit. Your eyes begin to roll back into your skull and he groans louder the harder he licks at you, tasting every inch of skin he can get his mouth on. Joel rubs his thumb over your clit as he bites your thighs and follows with a soft slap to see how far he can push you.

“Y-yes oh keep doing that, baby.” You whine and buck your hips to get more friction against his thumb.

“So eager for me to make you come, darlin. God you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.” Joel growls out and takes his thumb off you for a moment and your eyes shoot open to see where the release you were needing, had gone. He admires the glistening slick coating his skin and licks it clean before connecting his tongue with your clit once more.

“Say yes and I’ll let you come, okay?” Joel groans between licks and looks you in the eyes.

You sit up more to look at him with a confused look on your face.

“Say yes to w-what?”

“Come work for me at my shop. Be my receptionist so I can see you all the time. I can’t fucking be apart from you all day anymore.” His licks get more passionate and fast, consistent against your overworked clit and you feel the pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach.

“What? Y-you want me-fuccck-to work with you?” you barely whimper out as you begin to pant and grind against his face.

Why did he want to bring this up right now? Was he afraid you’d say no so he waited until he had you in the palm of his hand to ask? Jokes on him, you wouldn’t have turned that down at all, anything to see him more than you were now, and you’d be getting paid to fuck off all day with him?

“Say yes.” He grunts and keeps going, pushing you to the edge of your orgasm.

Your eyes close and your head falls back, moaning with every lick and every move of your hips you make against him.

“Yes yes yes yes yes okay I will.” You squeak out and you come on his face, riding his tongue as you end up spacing out from the euphoric high. Never has a man ever made your ears ring from coming, until tonight.

Joel gives your pussy sensual kisses before he trails them up your stomach until he gets to your lips. You kiss him eagerly and taste yourself on his tongue, already wanting more.

“So I’ll see you there, Monday morning at 10 a.m..” He chuckles and kisses you a few more times before standing straight up and admiring the work he did on you.

All spread out on the dining room table wasn’t how you saw tonight ending, but you got so much from today. A great date and a job, and head? You were a winner today.

He grabs your hand and helps you up slowly, adjusting your panties the way he found them. You smile at him and look around for your jeans, groaning at the thought of putting them back on.

“Hold on, stay there.” Joel says and he disappears around the corner to another room. He comes back with a pair of basketball shorts and hands them to you.

“Here, put these on, baby.”

Fresh warm shorts from the dryer. What a fucking gentleman. You put them on and get a chill immediately from how warm they are.

“Can we watch a movie before I go home maybe?” You ask, not ready to leave his house quite yet. Joel nods and sits on the couch and you follow suit, cuddling yourself into his side. He finds something to watch on a streaming service and kisses your forehead.

“Don’t fall asleep now, I can’t carry you to your house.” He jokes and you elbow his side playfully.

Soon the TV sound was getting quieter and quieter as your eyes got heavy, until you were completely passed out in Joel’s arms, with him dozing off himself. Trying to fight his sleep to stay awake, he only lasts about ten more minutes before he grabs a blanket from the chair, covering you both up to sleep.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 4 months

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Hyacinth + lemon ice :)

Mihawk is so dreamy I'd forgive him too tbh. Reader gets mad at her mysterious boyfriend for leaving and he *somehow* convinces her to forgive him... wink wonk

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

WC: 2000

Prompt: “You know I’m sorry…”

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You push through the doors to the lavish dining room wearing a ruby colored dressing gown and dramatically fling yourself into a chair at the end of the massively long dining table. You groan. Head in your hands, you were distraught.

Your lover had left you almost 2 weeks ago. Not permanently of course… or so you assumed. Nearly 2 weeks ago Mihawk left the safety of your remote castle on some sort of business he promised would only take a day or two. And yet? Here you were. Alone.

You were want for nothing, the castle was always filled with any amenities or food you might need, but you couldn’t help but long for a warm body next to you in bed and the firm touch of your warlord lover. Although you tried to push it aside, but you also worried for his safety. There was always an aspect of danger when he left even though he was beyond competent in both combat and negotiations, but you always tried to ignore it.

He would always tell you, “There’s no use in worrying my dear. I’d slaughter every being on the seas if it was stopping me from coming home to you. Now get that thought out of your head.”

And although he would tell you time and time again not to worry, you couldn’t help it. Why would he still be gone? You ran through hundreds of make-believe scenarios where Mihawk suffered a horrific death or is still enduring immeasurable horrors at the hands of some monster or maybe even-

“HELLOOO! You look like you need a drink bitch.”

Suddenly, your biggest headache and current housemate materialized through the wall and laid out on the table in front of you. She mimics your position with her head in her hands and taunts you.

“So your weird sword daddy hasn’t come back yet. He always shows up eventually, and you always forgive him like you weren’t wailing around these halls like a victorian widow for days beforehand. He’ll turn up and he’ll rip your clothes off faster than you can even tell him you’re mad. Come on, lighten up you old broad! Have a drink with me!”

Perona suddenly has two ghosts bringing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses up from behind her and on to the table in between the two of you. You pick up your head and make a face.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that, I’m only 5 years older than you.” You huff out. You roll your eyes but you grab the glass in front of you and gesture to one of Perona’s summoned ghosts for it to pour you a glass of whiskey.

“Yeah but you’re the one stalking around a castle alone with your cats in floor length robes. You’re like, mentally, ancient.”

“I take offense to that. So what? I like gothic architecture and solitude, is that a crime?” You take a heavy gulp of alcohol and grimace.

“Okay, whatever. You’re the one fucking a vampire.” Perona takes her drink and chuckles.

You motion for another drink.

“He isn’t a vampire, Perona.” You take your drink and lean back in your chair. “He just likes hats.”

You both make eye contact, Perona furrows her brow at you. You burst out in laughter, with Perona quickly to follow.

— —

You wake up the next morning to the sunlight streaming through the lace curtains of your luxurious master bedroom. Your eyelids flutter open and you stretch and turn over to face the opposite side of the bed. Undisturbed. He still wasn’t home. You shoot up in bed. The whiskey Perona insisted you drink had helped you drift off to sleep without the worries about the fate of your lover. But now it was morning and he still wasn’t home. You groan and fall back into your bed.

Where the hell was he? He had never been this late before… Was this finally the time he never comes back?

*whooooosh* *thump*

You hear the massive stone double doors to the castle open and close. You practically jump out of bed.

You toss the covers off your naked form and you go to your dressing curtain to put on a long emerald green robe with dyed feathers on the edges of the sleeves and the bottom. You didn’t even bother putting on slippers as you tear your way out of the master bedroom and down the hallways to the main staircase. You halt yourself at the top of the staircase and look down at the entrance to the castle.

There stood your lover, Mihawk, looking a bit worse for wear, but all together fine. Once your brain registered that he was alive and well, the anger returned.

“DRACULE MIHAWK…”

You bellow from the top of the stairs. You swiftly begin to descend the staircase, your bare feet gliding across the stone. “Fourteen days? Not a call? Nothing?” Your robe flies behind you as you slink down the stairs towards Mihawk, not giving him a moment to reply. “I was convinced your smart mouth had finally done you in! You say you’ll be gone for a night and you show up at my door 2 weeks later? You could have called me you-“ Tears are streaming down your face. You finally reach Mihawk and throw your fists up to try to hit his shoulders.

Mihawk grabs your wrists before you could strike. He was tired, but you were distraught, you were no match for him.

“My love… I am so sorry… Oh, how I’ve missed you…” Mihawk brings your wrists back down to your sides and embraces you fully. You pull back. “No! You can’t keep doing this!” You take several steps backwards once he releases you. “All I do is worry! You leave me here alone and don’t tell me where you are! I’m tired of this! I won’t do it! I love you, Mihawk!” You cry out and drop to your knees, overcome with emotion.

Mihawk immediately drops to his knees in front of you, trying to stay on your level. He grabs the sides of your face with his hands.

“I know, my love, I know. Something came up and I couldn’t find a way to tell you. Please forgive me, darling.” Mihawk tilts your face up to meet his above you. “You know I’m sorry…”

As Perona predicted, you folded.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss.

Mihawk swiftly swoops you up under your ass and carries you all the way to your shared bedroom, away from any unwanted voyeurs. He throws you back onto the bed with a gentle thud.

“You may not believe me now, love, but I promise I won’t leave you worrying again…” Mihawk whispered into your calf as he kissed up your leg towards your aching center. He had already discarded his hat and jacket, making quick work of his pants with the other hand. Once shed of his clothing, he pulls your robe apart and settles his body between your legs and spreads them forcefully with his rough palms.

“Mihawk I just got up, I haven’t bathed or-“ You grab his hair to pull him back, he shakes your grip off.

“Let me enjoy you, my precious girl, you know I like it better this way anyway.” He smirks and begins kissing and biting your inner things. You sigh and relax into the sensation of finally having his touch on you again. After teasing for a few minutes, Mihawk finally reaches your now soaking center and dives in with his skilled tongue. You moan loudly as he sucks and slurps at your clit lewdly, driving you mad. He pulls away to watch your face as he slips two fingers into your clenching hole.

“You taste so sweet, love, as always.” You whimper at his praises and the feeling of his fingers working your insides. He returns to your clit with his mouth and you feel yourself quickly being brought to the precipice of pleasure. You arch your back and bring your hands to your breasts to pinch your nipples, pushing you into the throws of a powerful orgasm. You cry out loudly in pure bliss.

Your handsome lover pulls his face from between your legs and peppers your stomach and the valley of your breasts with wet kisses as he moves up your body. Your chest heaves as you are truly at Mihawk’s mercy. You were soft and pliant under his addictive touch. He whispers into your neck as he begins pushing his hardened member into your tight entrance.

“Let me show you how much I missed you, let me make love to you.” You moan as he bottoms out inside of you and throw up your hands to tangle them in his dark hair. He pulls back and presses his mouth onto yours in a passionate kiss as he deeply grinds his hips into yours. He uses his hands to push your knees further back and spread towards your shoulders and you gasp into his mouth at the new angle at which he was able to penetrate you.

“Shit, there!” You cry out. You felt your muscles start to tighten and that familiar warmth was building in your abdomen again. You slam your eyes shut and turn your head to try to bury your face in the pillow, but failing since you were on your back.

“Already darling? I’m not done yet, you’re going to have to hold it.” Mihawk pulls back to get a better look at your fucked out expression.

“I-I-, shit! I can’t!” You moan as he continues to deeply thrust into you.

“No cumming. Not until I say.” Mihawk uses one of his hands to grip your cheeks and force you to look up at him. You were so caught up in trying to hold back your orgasm you couldn’t form words anymore, only whimpers and grunts.

“Hold it a bit longer, my love, I know you can do it. You’re going to cum when I fill you. I promise it will feel so good.” Your lover picks up his pace and you could tell he was getting closer to his own peak by his ragged breathing.

“Mi-hawwwkk! Please! Need to cum! Can’t hold it!” Tears started spilling from your lash line and down your cheeks.

“Cum now.” He says sternly as he applies firm pressure on your clit with his hand.

“Ah!” You scream out loudly as your sticky release spurts out around Mihawk’s cock that was deep inside of you. Your twitching walls trigger Mihawk’s orgasm and he lurches forward and spills his hot seed, coating your walls that were milking his cock so deliciously.

Your lover pulls out of you and lays next to you on the silk sheets. He pulls you into his broad chest and you cuddle into him with a heavy exhale.

“So, are you still upset with me?” Mihawk finally asks, stroking the back of your head.

“Yes, but significantly less so.” You nuzzle your nose into his skin.

“I promise I’ll call next time, alright love? I hate having you worry.”

“You better, or next time I won’t forgive you as easily.” You retort.

Mihawk smiles.

“I’m not so certain about that.”

— —

xx Mo

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samiiy20 · 4 months

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When the bright morning sunlight woke you up you shifted in bed lazily and wrapped your naked body in the sheets, you turned around finding Hongjoong's body still resting peacefully and you smiled running your hands over his chest getting closer to him while you closed your eyes to go back to sleep next to your lover.

The aroma of coffee made you open your eyes again, waking up alone in bed. You stretched your tired body letting the air caress your skin as you looked for some clothes. You were happy to discover Hongjoong in the kitchen, he had not yet noticed your presence when you approached and you stood admiring the careful way in which he served the coffee and arranged the avocados on the table.

You silently approach where he is and surprise him as you hook your hands around his waist. Hongjoong smiles as he continues preparing the food, he looks at your head over his shoulder and feels a tug on his chest that he can't help every time he sees you.

“The idea was to bring you the food, not for you to come to it.”

“I'm sorry, I couldn't resist,” you kiss him on the back and walk away to take a sip of coffee.

When Hongjoong turns around he stayed still for a few seconds when he saw that you were wearing one of his shirts. He sighed, sitting down at the table to try and focus on the food, but he couldn't stop staring at your exposed collarbones or the way your loose chest swayed beneath the fabric.

You were very aware of Hongjoong's sneaky glances but you preferred to ignore him and continue teasing him a little by crossing your bare legs while talking about anything. You stood up to clear the table and reached for the things, knowing that the neckline of your shirt would reveal some skin.

You smiled walking to the bar letting your boyfriend see your butt covered only with the string of your thong. Hongjoong couldn't stand the pressure in his pants anymore, he had struggled to hold back but you weren't helping him as you moved your hips and looked over his shoulder inviting him to do what he wanted.

“Didn't you have enough last night?” He asked with his lips brushing your neck and his hands holding your hips. You moan at the tight squeeze on your ass and pout at him as you deny his question. "then I'll have to give it to you"

Without wasting any time Hongjoong pulls down his pants freeing his cock and lowers your panties lining up at your entrance. “I haven't done anything, but you're already so wet for me.” The tip of his cock moves across your pussy, touching your clit, and you moan, squeezing the edge of the rod.

“Y…yes, just for you Joong”

The call of his name makes your boyfriend shove his cock into your entrance without waiting any longer, you let out a moan as you feel him fill your walls. Hongjoong holds your waist, moving his hands up to the buttons of his shirt to free your breasts while he licks your neck.

The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin makes you move your hips, letting your head rest on one of his shoulders. Hongjoong kneads your breasts, pinching your nipples so he can hear your sweet voice in his ears. He knows that he can mold you however he wants and that you will obey his every word without any complaints from him, so he pushes your body forward and you moan at the coldness that runs over your skin.

“Ask for it, my girl,” his hands trace circles on your waist while he watches your ass move eagerly for his cock.

“Please…” Hongjoong slapped your ass and smiled starting with the sway of his hips crashing against your pussy.

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his cock sinking until it hits rock bottom and how his hands squeezed the flesh on your butt. Hongjoong leaned against your body to bite your shoulder, letting one of his hands touch your sensitivity. You sealed your lips, drowning his name in your throat while his fingers massaged your clit.

“Let me hear you my girl” you obeyed his request and moaned his name in time with his thrusts.

Your legs started to give out as you felt him go faster and deeper inside you. You knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish and that you would follow if he continued like this. Hongjoong closed his eyes and held your hips, marking his nails on your skin because of the pressure that your pussy was giving him. He couldn't contain himself anymore when he heard his name slip from your lips while you clenched your fists in the air.

“Fuck…” he leaned against your back, filling it with kisses, catching his breath, he sighed, moving away from you to see how his cum ran down your pussy and dripped down your thighs. He couldn't resist the temptation to run his fingers through it and collect the liquid to put it inside again.

You felt the heat from your core spread throughout your body as his fingers curled, touching your spot. “Joong…I'm going to cum.” Your boyfriend heard your pleas and continued pumping his fingers until he saw how your back arched and your body heaved. He contracted without stopping moaning.

“do it” you let yourself be carried away by the growing pleasure that hit your center and you released one last moan letting your juices run into Hongjoong's hand and splash on your thighs.

You sighed, turning your body to meet his reddened face and his hungry lips. You grabbed him by the neck and brought your lips together to quench the thirst in them. His hands hooked your waist and cupped your butt before lifting your legs.

“Let's get clean” you smiled in the middle of the kiss, knowing that it was an excuse to continue with what they had done.

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Bucky x Reader - His

Content Warnings/Kinks: dominance, praise kink, degradation, nipple/breast play, hickeys, choking, light bruising, oral sex, unprotected sex

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Y/n woke up to the sun streaming through the shuttered windows of her best friend Sam's home in Louisiana. She and her boyfriend Bucky had come back to visit them recently and had just slept their first night in the guest room. She sighed contentedly, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she lay sleepily on her partner's warm chest.

Y/n soon realized however that she had to go to the bathroom. Trying to not wake anyone up she crept out of bed and put on Bucky's shirt and boxers. She then slid down the hall, tiptoeing as she did, trying her best to be as quiet as possible.

"Hi Y/n" a voice chuckled causing her to jump out of her skin.

She turned to see Sam, Sarah, AJ and Cass, all completely awake, standing in the kitchen, staring at her.

"What time is it?" Y/n questioned, squinting through the bright sunlight at them.

"9" Sarah smiled, "We were letting you two sleep in"

"Thank you" Y/n blushed, looking gratefully between Sarah and Sam.

"Yea thank you," a low, gruff voice said from behind Y/n.

Soon, her boyfriend was pressed up behind her with his hands gently placed on her hips, gripping her tightly. She tilted her head looking back up at him, smiling. Bucky's morning voice was one of her favourite things about him.

"Y/n is wearing Uncle Bucky's clothes!" Cas suddenly burst out as if he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Everyone laughed.

"That's right she is" Bucky swelled with pride before leaning down and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Ew" AJ squirmed at their display of affection causing everyone to laugh again.

"Well," Sarah said, "We're going to take the boys to school now and leave you lovebirds alone".

"Yea," Sam chuckled as they walked out the door, turning to the couple and winking cheekily, "Have fun".

Y/n wiggled in her lover's arms turning to face him. "Whole house to ourselves huh?" She smiled, "I wonder what we should do".

She squealed as Bucky picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her to the guest bedroom, "I have a few ideas" he grinned.

Bucky pushed Y/n up against the doorframe as they kissed, tilting their heads back and forth as their tongues intertwined. Their kissing became more and more passionate until each of them was gasping for air. As they continued both of them moaned quietly, their hands roaming up and down each other's bodies, him groping her breasts and her pushing into his strong chest with her fingers.

"Should we move to the bed?" He asked cocking his head to the side and pausing them for a moment.

"Good idea" Y/n responded playfully her eyes glittering.

But everything left playful her mind when Bucky roughly threw her onto the guest bed. She gasped out in surprise and whimpered as his hands gripped tightly onto her waist. From there they began again to kiss but this time with more passion than ever.

Matching his intense energy Y/n turned them over straddling him and beginning to grind up and down on his crotch as they continued making out. Bucky's hands were running wild over her body, from her butt to her breasts. Y/n planted soft kisses down the side of his neck stopping only when she got to the band of his trousers which she pulled down after seeing his lust-filled nod.

She started by licking slowly up and down the side of his hard shaft while looking him dead in the eyes causing Bucky's head to lull back in pleasure. She sucked him in and out of her mouth, continuing at the same teasingly slow tempo. His hungry eyes watched her pillowy, pink lips bob up and down on his cock.

"Fuck Y/n..." he sighed, "You're such a good girl sucking me off like that"

In response, Y/n stopped sucking for a moment to smile before roughly putting his length back in her mouth and speeding up. Her hands twisted left and right at the bottom of his shaft while her mouth continued to suck up and down on the tip. He was huge but she could take it.

Bucky was breathing heavily now and Y/n could feel him throbbing hard in her mouth, he was about to burst.

"Fuck" he groaned, indicating that he was going to cum.

Y/n pushed her head down as far as she could, gagging on his pulsing cock as white liquid oozed out of him and down her throat. After he'd finished she returned to his tip and cleaned up the mess, licking each drop slowly as he watched.

Without saying a word Bucky motioned her over to him where she straddled him once again, this time sitting up. In a minute, he was sucking on her neck, no doubt leaving purple marks all over her skin. She moaned into the pleasure, ripping his shirt over her head and tossing it to the side.

"You have no idea how much I love seeing you in my clothes doll" he hummed while still kissing her neck.

"I'm glad you do" Y/n giggled, tilting her head back to give him easier access.

Bucky then grazed his hands down her bare back, admiring her chest lustfully before stopping his hands at the edge of the boxers.

"May I?" He asked.

She nodded and shifted back so he could take them off of her, they were now drenched in her wetness.

"Such a little slut being so wet for me" he muttered as he tossed the shorts onto the floor, then cocking his head questioningly, "You want it?"

She nodded and from there he continued pushing her back onto the bed and kissing down her now naked body, just as she had done earlier to him. Her body tensed at his cold lips and she watched as her nipples turned hard. As he continued kissing his way down he also grabbed her breasts, squeezing them like putty in his hands.

"Shit" she moaned quietly, he had made it to her pussy.

Y/n's breathing steadily grew faster and faster as he teased her clit, slowly drawing circles, round and round it. She could feel her body begin to warm up in response. Bucky continued, holding open her folds and then beginning to attack her sensitive spot with an intensity that drove her wild. Her head threw back into the pillow and she uttered a loud string of curses.

"Fuck Bucky" she moaned.

"Take it doll," he said, chuckling lowly at her pleasure, "Take it".

Though no one was home, she still attempted to stifle her moans but as Bucky continued it became harder and harder. Soon, she was out of breath, screaming his name over and over again until her voice was hoarse. Y/n then felt her orgasm beginning to rise within her. The waves of heat overwhelmed her body nearly knocking her out. Her legs twitched around Bucky's neck as she ground herself onto him, covering his mouth in her sticky substance.

"Seems like you enjoyed yourself" Bucky smirked, licking her cum off his lips hungrily.

"No shit" she chuckled, her face becoming more serious when her eyes met his dark gaze.

Bucky grabbed her by the hips, pulling her roughly toward his body. He then positioned himself at her hole, preparing to insert the tip.

"Ready?" He questioned.

"Yes" she breathed.

Y/n gasped quietly as Bucky's long hard length slid into her and as he begun, she could hear his breathing becoming heavier with every single thrust. He immediately slicked his fingers before beginning to swirl them around her clit. His hands worked like magic as he continued at a satisfying speed, never once losing tempo while pumping in and out of her. He continued fucking her like that until she was practically begging for him to go faster.

"Please Buck" she begged, gripping onto his suntanned shoulders, "Harder"

"Be careful what you ask for doll" he smirked.

He sped up, going as fast as he humanly could, slamming into her. The sounds of their bodies' sticky, wet skin colliding echoed throughout the room. Bucky's flesh hand gripped hard on Y/n's hip, helping her to grind into him. His vibranium hand, however, slid around her throat, choking her, leaving lilac-coloured bruises. She loved the marks he left on her body, it made her feel like she was unequivocally his.

"Rub your clit now doll" he commanded, knowing that having the slight bit of control over her own body would send her over the edge.

She quickly obeyed, beginning to please herself as he thrust into her, quickly swirling her saliva-slicked fingers around her clit.

"Good girl" Bucky smiled down at her, his dominant side pleased that she was always so obedient for him.

Soon, Y/n felt her pussy starting to squeeze around his.

"I'm almost there" she cried.

"Me too" he replied gruffly.

With one more thrust, Y/n felt her orgasm wash over her body.

"Oh," she breathed out slowly as she came, Bucky grunting as he did too. Their fluids mixed together as her pussy tightly clenched onto his cock.

Bucky rolled off of Y/n, settling beside her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms and pulling the bedsheets over their sweaty bodies. All was as it should be...

"WE'RE HOME" Sam's loud voice echoed throughout the house.

"Shut up Sam!" Sarah scolded, "They're sleeping!"

"Yea," Sam said sarcastically, ""Sleeping"".

Y/n snuggled up to Bucky as both of them laughed heartily. He looked down at her with a softness in his eyes that she absolutely adored. Now, all was as it should be.

A/N - I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter as it is one of my all-time favourites and an updated version of one of the first fics I ever wrote...feel free to comment or repost with your thoughts/reactions, I love seeing what you all think!! xx

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channieismyboy · 9 months

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ʚ sunset love ɞ

{chan x reader}

ʚɞ‎ synopsis: chan treats you to a romantic riverside date in the evening.

ʚɞ‎ genre/warnings: pure fluff

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"Keep your eyes closed," your dear boyfriend Chan said to you in a tender voice. It was pretty easy to follow his instructions since you are currently wearing a blindfold, because Chan said you might cheat and open your eyes. He's right, that's why you agreed, not wanting to ruin the hard work your lover had put in to surprise you on your three-year anniversary.

You hear the blinker turn on in the car, it has been about a 30-minute drive so far. You wish you could see anything but black. Chan's smooth hand on your thighs helps you relax; it glides up and down every now and then and he gives you a loving squeeze. The music in the background and Chan's graceful hums to the lyrics are also enjoyable.

You ponder on what the surprise he had scheduled might entail. Perhaps a fancy picnic? Or maybe a special hotel he had booked for the two of you? He did say to dress nice, and it is almost late in the evening, maybe it's a fancy dinner date? There are too many thoughts in your head on what Chan could surprise you with, and the curiosity is slowly making you impatient.

A few more minutes pass, still Chan doesn't reveal his secret. Even after all the interrogating you imposed on him, his lips are sealed tight. However, the car stops, and you hear the noise of Chan unbuckling his and your seatbelts. He leaves the vehicle and opens your door. He guides you outside, holding onto your waist as you both walk.

"Alright darling, you can take off the blindfold." Chan says, not letting go of you.

you take it off gently, and keep your eyes closed until the very second. When you open them, you are in awe of the beautiful scenery. The sun is almost starting to set, beautiful dark green thick pine trees cover the small river. Rays of sunlight create a dazzling colour on the small wooden rowboat right in front of you and Chan.

You face Chan with a large smile, and open your arms to embrace him enthusiastically. "Do you like it?" Chan says while laying his head on yours. As if you wouldn't enjoy such a lovely anniversary present from the man you love.

You look up at Chan, "I love it so much Channie. This is perfect, I can't believe you did this for me."

"I just wanted to make a few lasting memories with you, because I love you so much, and will never stop." Chan says that with such sincerity, it almost makes you want to tear up.

"Now c'mon, get in, I'll row the boat," Chan says while helping you get situated in the small boat. You feel like you're going to slip any second, but you know Chan would save you from falling.

You both begin to move; you each admire the forest that encloses the river. You even pass by a family of adorable ducks, stopping to take photos of their cuteness and squeal at them. You and Chan then arrive at what seems like the middle of the lake.

You can't help but smile to yourself while admiring Chan. He looks so handsome; you have to stop yourself from blushing a little. He's wearing a white shirt, that almost looks pastel blue due to the sunset. His sleeves are rolled up, and a few buttons are undone, some strands of hair cover his face slightly, you push them away. He’s truly the epitome of beauty in your eyes.

As for yourself, Chan can't stop admiring the way the sun glistens on your face. Illuminating your eyes, and shining on your glossy hair. He adores the pastel dress you worse today, and how it compliments his own outfit so elegantly. To him, you're the only person he truly finds beautiful.

"You look so beautiful y/n. I can't believe I’m lucky enough to be in your presence. Let alone be dating you for a three years." Chan states honestly. You blush and beam at his words. Chan never fails to amaze you, he's always the best at showing his adoration for you, it really makes you feel loved.

"You look beautiful chan. You're prettier than the sunset, and the most charming man in the world," you say to your lover.

Chan looks away for a second, his face is turning the same colour as yours. He extends his arm, making a cute grabby motion to make you hold his hand. You do just that. Taking his hand with both of yours. Caressing it, and playing with his fingers.

"I really appreciate this chan. I will genuinely cherish this for forever," you say. You feel tears form, but you choose not to let the out. You don't want to cry during this enchanting moment, you don't want to ruin it.

Chan notices this, and takes you into his hold. Taking a comforting hand and rubbing it back and forth on your back.

"I will also cherish this moment forever. I love you so much y/n," Chan says.

"I love you too Channie, I will always love you," you sate while leaning towards his hold. A few minutes go by, you both begin to converse about sweet nothings. Happily watching as the sun slowly goes down. It's still light enough though, the sky is now a pretty colour of gold.

Which reminds you, you also have a gift for Chan on your three-year anniversary. You sit up now, and go to sit across from him. He looks at you, questioning your actions. His face has curiosity written all over it.

You pull out a small box, and look at Chan dearly. "I also have a gift for you. Well technically it's for us. Anyway," you pause and open the box to reveal two rings inside. They are two white gold rings with interlocking bands. "I got these for us, they're promise rings. I know that they are simple but-"

You get caught off by Chan, "I love them y/n. But, I actually," he trails off and pulls out a velvet box identical to yours, and opens it to reveal the exact same gift you had gotten him. "I also got these for us." You laugh a little not knowing what quite to say at the predicament. You each laugh for a little, then Chan speaks.

"I guess we are a little too similar," he laughs.

"I think so too. I guess we're going to have to return a pair," you say.

"I can't believe you beat me to it, I was going to do the promise ring thing," Chan says playfully teasing you.

"Hey, you got the boat thing. Let me have the rings at least," you huff back.

Chan nods to what you say and holds his hands up in the air, "alright alright, you got me there," he says simply.

By the end of the night, Chan and you are holding hands and wearing your promise rings as you both gaze up at the sky. Chan kisses the finger that the ring is on, and you reciprocate with your own. You both get into the car together at the end of the night, your love for each other being even stronger than before.

a/n: hey guys, this was inspired by what chan had said in one of his lives of a date on a rowboat. i was so moved by it that i just had to write a oneshot of him and the reader together. ahhh, hope you like it!!!

𐐪 please do not copy, repost, translate, or upload this post and/or any of my content/posts on other websites or profiles that aren’t associated with me without my consent, without notifying me beforehand, and/or without any credit, thank you. 𐑂

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dailyvelcinta · 3 months

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We are excited to announce that VelCinta Week is on for another year!

Mark your calendars for March 7-13.

You can create fic, art, edits, gifs, moodboards, playlists, etc. There are no hard and fast rules-- take the prompt and run with it!

Prompts:

March 7 hold a grudge like it’s a hand fighting / stubborn

March 8: the shape you made me partners / change over time

March 9: knife in my teeth blood and guts / patching you up

March 10: home is the first grave family / talking about the past

March 11: i want to eat you whole passion / getting together

March 12: lovers alone wear sunlight alternate universes / happy endings

March 13: better in the next life the end / over and over again

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how’d your parents die again? by Fatimah Asghar

ode to an apple by pablo neruda

Unlove’s the Heavenless Hell and Homeless Home by e.e. cummings

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justalilguyoops · 1 month

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God I think it would be really fucking funny to see Felix's obsession grow so exponentially that he'd inevitably descend into madness and for Oliver (who may or may not have been a scheming gremlin from the start, either way it'd be great tbh lmao bc actually completly naive and innocent Oliver? That'd be a VISION) to be TOTALLY into it lmao. Also to witness Felix being an airhead in the beginning and then morph into something else entirely as the story goes on? Dhishdisjsks like it seems me that he initially acted with only good intentions and then sort of let things get out of hand but he immediately downplayed them like nothing. Like stealing boxers??? Inhaling pillows? Like what else is he gonna allow himself to do, stalk Oliver? Threat people? Like there's literally no internal fight about his actions at all lmao he just tells himself that nope, it's okay, it's perfectly normal, his conscience is totally fine with what he's doing and that's IT. LMAOOO!!! So I wouldn't be surprised at all (actually it would be downright funny and satisfactory after WIPIP tbh) if he became obsessive to the point of insanity.

Like sorta mirroring Oliver in canon but through his eyes you sorta narrate it as a sweet pink rom-com. I absolutely adore iiiitt!!!! And I adore you for writing these 5 chapters, I've been literally rereading them again and again before going to bed! Muah Muah *hugs*

(Btw I'm @mylovelookup but it's my sideblog so tumblr doesn't let me send asks through that 😭)

HAHAHAHAHA the idea of Saltburn but it being treated as like a romcom fucking takes me out because!!! genuinely I think it's what Oliver wanted in the beginning! Popping Felix's tire is real romcom first meeting type of shit!

hehehe I am so excited for LAWS and what Felix is going to become (our sweet down bad freak boy) <333 part 1 is going to cover oxford days AND saltburn summer trip and I have so many chaotic ass things planned

of course I won't spoil anything but,,,, is it really a justalilguyoops fic if it doesn't get at least a BIT unhinged crazy obsessive???

Felix sniffing a man's pillow trying to play it off that he just really wants to be friends with him LOL

so so so excited to feed you more fr fr I'm LOVING LAWS it's like my therapy after the intensity that was WIPIP I love my dumb little university boys <3333

#hehehehe #i wuv you #you slay #lovers alone wear sunlight #justalilguyoops answers

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hayakawalove · 17 days

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Test of Love

Chapter One

Summary: Day in and day out, your routine has been exactly the same as a jujutsu sorcerer. You can't complain, honestly. You just wish things were a little more interesting. When you get propositioned by two men, you have no choice but to see what they have going on. Joining a relationship would spice things up, wouldn't it?

A/N: I've had this idea loosely floating around my brain for a bit. Fret not, my short fics will continue but I wanted to write this too. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you!

CW: Slight blood, there's no smut this chapter W/C: 5,560

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

‘The clouds part, a ray of sunlight shining down on the pair.’

Your eyes glide over the page, fingers strumming the back of the book.

“What’re you reading?” Gojo’s voice startles you from the scene you had built in your head based on the words in front of you.

You jump in your seat, turning to see him leaning against your desk. It was no surprise he was here, he often came and went whenever he pleased. But he could have at least knocked.

“A Trial of Lovers.” You respond, bringing your eyes back to the words in front of you.

“Sounds boring.”

You hum, intent on not paying him any mind. Gojo could be a handful, but he wasn’t that hard to manage once you got to know him. You just learned to tune him out.

“Why aren’t you paying attention to your students? Reckless of you.” He continues.

Maybe you wouldn’t be able to ignore him.

“They’re just studying today.” You say, turning the page.

The room is quiet besides the two of you, the four students either glued to their textbooks or watching the interaction unfold in front of them.

“A book can be a weapon. And you have a very talented weapon user in case you were unaware.”

“Salmon.” Inumaki agrees. He always did like stirring up trouble.

“What if she tries to kill Yuuta with it?” Gojo says, clearly trying to get a rouse out of you.

“Maki, are you gonna try killing Yuuta with your textbook?” You ask, keeping your eyes trained down.

“Not unless he pisses me off.”

“What?” Yuuta responds.

You look up at Gojo and smile.

“Yuuta’s harmless, he wouldn’t piss her off so I think we’re good.”

“Harmless? I wouldn’t call him that.” Gojo responds.

“Where are your students?” You accuse.

He was much more lax with his, often leaving them to fend for themselves when he went on missions. You couldn’t say you blamed him. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice, but still.

“I sent them out to take care of a second grade. They’ll be fine, Megumi is with them.”

You clear your throat, eyes focused on the book in front of you even though you were no longer reading.

“He’s still a child.” Even as you speak, your nerves feel more at ease. If you were to trust any of the students, it would be Megumi. Even if that was the case, you still thought they shouldn’t be left alone. Gojo trusted Megumi which was good, but it bugged you that he may have trusted him a bit too much. Even the greatest sorcerers make mistakes, much less ones that were under 18.

“And Nobara is just as, if not more violent than Maki. What if she kills Yuuji?” You knew she wouldn’t.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Gojo responds slyly.

You slap your book closed and set it on the desk in front of you.

“What do you want, Gojo?”

Your eyes flick across his body. His blindfold was on like usual, his ensemble completely put together as it always was. You would pay to see him look unprepared.

“Are you busy after school?” He smiles, his body relaxed as he stares down at you.

This was something he always did. Flirt with you, while you ignored his advances. It was the nature of your friendship, it didn’t bother you so much as it might bother someone else.

“Class, you guys can leave early.” You announce, smiling as you watch them hop out of the room.

You stand up and face Gojo again. He was wearing a cocky grin, no doubt waiting for your response. He thought you would say yes, even though you denied him every time. You weren’t opposed to going out with him, there were just other factors in the mix.

“Gojo, in case you forgot you have a boyfriend.”

Gojo huffs and leans back even more, seemingly prepared for your rejection.

“I didn’t forget. We’re trying something new. Open relationship. He gets to see who he wants and I can see who I want.”

The response stuns you a bit. He had never mentioned that before. The offer seemed more appealing at his revelation. You had fun with Gojo, and he was good looking. You just didn’t want to be the reason he was kicked on the streets.

It seems he knows that he’s wearing you down, his grin showing back up.

“Come on, let’s just go for a walk around the park. Promise I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that, of course.”

An image conjures up in your mind before you can stop it. One where he’s on top of you, mouth open as he nibbles on your neck. You shake your head, trying to rid the naughty thought as best as you could. You awkwardly chuckle and grab your things, following him out the door. A walk would be harmless, wouldn’t it?

The weather graced you today it seems, as clear skies shine above you and an acceptable temperature wraps around your body. You were at a park near the school, one that had lots of families and several street vendors.

You actually were hungry. And Gojo being Gojo decided to jump at the opportunity to buy something sweet, assuring you that he would buy your food as well.

While you wait, you find a lonely bench sitting in the middle of the park. It’s surrounded by large trees, trees much older than you. It’s refreshing to be out of the school for once. You can’t remember the last time you spent a normal day out in society.

You loved your job, but it could be exhausting at times.

“Order up!” Gojo’s cheery voice interrupts your thoughts.

He’s holding two crepes. One with fruit, the other with chocolate.

“We can share if you want.” He says, holding the fruit one out to you, mouth darting out to bite into his.

You smile up at him and grab the treat, eyes flicking over the colors that lit up the food. When you take a bite you taste berries melting with whip cream, the flavor swirling around your mouth.

“This is really good Gojo, thank you.”

He offers a serene smile as he takes another bite of his crepe while sitting next to you. Chocolate decorates his lip and you giggle in response. He almost looked childish. It suited him, in a way. People might say he was immature, which wouldn’t really be wrong, but a part of you knew he grew up too fast.

You make idle chatter as you watch families fill in the park. You spent so much time around sorcerers, you often forgot what it was like to be near normal people. Their carefree attitudes lit up your heart, putting your mind at ease.

This is what you’re doing it for, this is why you fight. You remind yourself as you watch a toddler topple over before getting right back up, a grin across his face.

“It’s weird, right?” You find yourself saying.

You haven’t finished your crepe yet, but Gojo has been done with his for awhile; focusing on the brown syrup that muddled his fingers.

He hums as he licks his finger, looking up in front of him.

“The families. The smiles. The people.”

You don’t have to elaborate, Gojo knows exactly what you mean. Sorcerers rarely have families and rarely smile. Their lifestyles were much different than yours. Your stomach turns as you wait for his response.

“Yeah, I mean I guess so. It’s not much weirder than sorcerers.”

You didn’t really expect him to feel the same way as you. He may look like an average man, but he wasn’t. While you couldn’t relate to average people, he couldn’t relate to anyone. Not people or sorcerers.

Lonely, you thought. You wonder if the feeling keeps him up late at night.

“Thank you for taking me out. This is nice.” You settle, attempting to divert your attention from the macabre.

Gojo leans back, kicking his long legs out in front of him. His arms spread out on the bench, head facing the sky. He always took up so much space, not that you minded. You figured the world was too small for him, so you didn’t mind making more room.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You offer up a bite of your crepe which he gladly accepts, swallowing before saying he preferred his more.

“I actually had something I wanted to bring up. You’ll learn about it later in the next meeting, but I figured I’d tell you now.”

Your head perks up in interest, your attention completely on him.

“There’s been a slew of random attacks at the school.”

The words sink in your chest, creating a pool in your stomach. The school? That was your sacred place. Your home. It was all you had.

“The school? I haven’t heard anything.”

“Not really at the school, more so around it. They’ve been happening at frequent intervals the past week all within 5 miles of the school. It’s all been small attacks. But it definitely is something. One wouldn’t be a big deal, but with the amount that’s been happening… someone is definitely targeting Jujutsu High. Not enough to actually destroy it but enough to peak our interest.”

As much as you hated to admit it, he was right. It wouldn’t have mattered if it only happened a couple of times, but there was a pattern. Someone was clearly focusing on the school.

“What does it mean?”

Gojo taps his foot, his head in the clouds. If anyone knew what it was about, it would be him.

“I’m not sure. It’s been relatively easy to handle so far. I’m just worried about the fact it draws our attention away. The more people we send out to watch the border means the less available sorcerers we’ll have. I don’t like it.”

He rarely sounds serious, but you’re able to pick up on the dark underlying tone in the way he’s talking right now. He didn’t seem too stressed out, maybe inconvenienced at best. It wasn’t like there was much you could do at the current moment anyway.

You finish your crepe, the mood dramatically shifting after the conversation. You hate to see Gojo like this, his mind swarmed with thoughts and unable to focus on anything else.

“So, tell me about your boyfriend.”

Gojo raises his head and looks at you, one of his eyebrows shooting up.

“Weird thing to bring up on a date.”

You scoff and nudge your foot against his.

“If I’m gonna be apart of this I wanna know more about you.”

Gojo’s eyes flick up as if in deep thought. You didn’t know much about his boyfriend. He and Gojo were longtime friends, having gone to Jujutsu High together. Over the years you learned he was the more responsible of the two. You also learned about his cursed technique. Rare and strong, curse manipulation. You were intrigued by the idea. Using what you fight against to help you, it was nothing short of incredible.

“He’s nice. Almost too nice. He understands people more than me. Really strong too. A bit stern.”

You keep your gaze focused on the side of Gojo’s face. You don’t spend much time looking at him normally, so you take advantage of the closeness you have right now to appreciate him. His white eyelashes flutter as he looks at the sky, bright pink lips parted as he speaks.

Handsome, he was so very handsome.

As the two of you were in public he decided to forego his blindfold and instead use a pair of sunglasses. His hair lay messy atop his head, but it still looked good.

He cracks a grin as he notices you staring.

“See something you like?”

You quickly turn forward, the act of being caught embarrassing you. The only thing worse than an attractive man was a man who was attractive and knew it.

“He sounds nice. Nicer than you.” You say, hoping to annoy him.

Instead, Gojo lets out a quiet sigh.

“He is.”

It was odd to see him like this. Gojo cared for people, he wasn’t a robot, but he rarely admired them. With the few conversations you had with him you were able to tell he admired his boyfriend, he really loved him.

Your lips part as you start to ask Gojo what his boyfriend's name was, but his phone cuts you off.

Gojo clicks his tongue and looks down, noting a text from Yaga.

“Can’t even leave for a few hours.” He complains under his breath.

You know he’s trying to put on a show, but you can’t help but feel bad. He was right. He never had time to himself, always being forced into doing something or the other for the higher ups. His life wasn’t truly his own.

Your relationship with Gojo was complicated. You liked to tease him, but deep down you knew he always got the shit end of the stick.

You stand up, swiping your hands on your pants. It was starting to get hot out, your hair sticking to your neck. You reach a hand out to Gojo, wordlessly offering help.

He smirks at your hand, looking over the top of his glasses.

“Cute.”

You tear your hand away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction if he was just going to tease you.

“Hey! What if I need help getting up?”

“Stand up yourself, worlds strongest sorcerer.” You mumur, stepping away to start walking towards the school.

Gojo whines behind you before jumping up, jogging towards you. The rest of the walk goes by fast, the both of you teasing each other back and forth. One of the good things about Gojo, although there were many (not that you would admit it), was that he was incredibly fun to talk to. As long as you were in the mood, of course.

Your body chills when you step inside the school. The air conditioning soothes your skin the second you get inside.

“You’re back.” Yaga says, looking down, shuffling papers back and forth.

“Sadly.” Gojo responds.

“What were you two up to?”

“A date.” Gojo says confidently.

You train your face to say neutral but you feel your blood simmer. You weren’t exactly planning on telling Yaga, but of course Gojo wouldn’t keep it to himself.

“And Geto?” Yaga asks.

Geto. That was Gojo’s boyfriend's name. His last name anyway. You wanted to know what his first name was, that’s what you were planning on asking before Yaga texted.

“He’s aware.”

Yaga heaves out a breath, used to Gojos antics by now. Anything that could be weird by someone else’s standards was considered normal if Gojo was the one doing it.

“I need you to finish this paperwork before going home tonight. And don’t make someone else do it for you.” Yaga hands you both a stack of papers, aiming the last half of the sentence to Gojo.

You knew it wouldn’t take you long, as long as Gojo didn’t attempt to get you to do his for him. Even if he asked nicely you were going to refuse. You had plans tonight. You needed to go to the book store to get the second book to the one you were reading this morning.

It takes you two hours and your fingers are sore by the time you’re done, but you manage to finish all your paperwork. Halfway through you had to lock Gojo out so you could focus. You had fun on your date, but tonight was your night. A man wasn’t going to get in the way of that.

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You weren’t sure what happened to the weather. This morning when you were with Gojo it was bright and sunny, but now the sky was littered with clouds. You didn’t mind it, in fact you preferred it. When you were reading you much preferred for it to rain, finding it way more soothing.

The bookstore was empty today, except for a couple of people that hid out in the shelves. You liked it here. It made you feel somewhat normal. There were no sorcerers, curses, or villains here. Just books.

You had no plans for the rest of the night, besides having you time, so you decide to find the book you’re looking for to read there. There were chairs littered throughout the building, each soft and worn down after years of use.

Curling up on a chair, you open your book and dive into it. The words capture all your attention as you grip the front and back of the book. It’s much better than the first, you think. The author has such a way with words. You’re so engrossed you don’t notice a man approaching you.

He sits on the chair in front of yours, his own book nestled in his lap.

“That’s a good book,” he says.

You look up to find a man sitting in front of you. He looked perfect. There wasn’t flaw on his body.

Long black hair that was pulled up in a bun, caramel eyes trained on you as he wore a small smile.

Normally, you would be pissed off that someone was breaking the bookstore code ‘no talking’, but you weren’t. You were drawn in.

“It is.” You respond, trying to look away from him but finding yourself incapable.

“I love the author, I finished all his books so I was here looking for something else.”

You think you could listen to him speak forever, the way his voice rolls out from his lips causes your body to relax.

“Me too, once I finish this then I’ll be done.”

His smile spreads wider. Your stomach turns under his gaze.

“I’m afraid I haven’t found any stories as interesting as his.” He continues. “I really liked his use of butterflies in that book though. Very beautiful.”

You bite your lip and tear your eyes away if only for a second to gain control.

“Me too.”

He watches the way you fiddle with the book in your lap.

“My name is Suguru, what’s yours?”

You take a deep breath before telling him your name. Normal girls would be scared of a stranger talking to them, but you weren’t normal. You were sure if it came down to it you would be able to take care of him. After all, there were very few people stronger than you, and you were on a date with one of them earlier.

You weren’t scared of Suguru, you were captivated by him.

His smile morphs into something more calming after you speak. It sends fireworks off in your stomach.

“You have a lovely name.”

You clear your throat before darting your eyes away, unable to look at him any longer.

“Thank you.” You murmur, fiddling with your outfit.

After work you had gone home to switch clothes, wanting something more comfortable. You were glad you did, as the clothes you wore now were much more flattering. A loose sweater with yoga pants, perfect for lounging about while you read.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you, I apologize. I just saw what you were reading.”

“It’s okay, is this your first time here? I’ve never seen you before.”

Suguru wets his bottom lip, and you have to pry your eyes away from it.

“It is. Normally I go to a bookstore in the next town over, but it’s under renovations so I decided to come here. It’s not far from my boyfriends work.”

Ah.

There it is.

You don’t know why you expected anything different. Part of you was hoping he might be hitting on you. You did go on a date with Gojo earlier, but it wasn’t anything serious.

“What do you do for work?” You ask.

“I’m a freelancer.”

Vague, you think.

“And you?”

There’s no way you can tell him you’re a jujutsu sorcerer so you settle on something close enough.

“I’m a teacher.”

“Noble, I like it.”

The rain beats down on the roof of the book store, water running down the windows making it hard to see outside. It’s calming, Suguru is calming. You keep your gaze focused on him as the two of you talk. At first you were almost intimidated, but you were slowly getting used to the heat of his gaze.

“I enjoyed the butterflies as well. It’s a shame we don’t have them around here. I’d love to watch them like they did in the book.” You say.

“It’s probably because of all the people. There are places you can go to see them, would you be interested?”

You pause and stare at him. Was that… A date invitation?

It wasn’t, there was no way.

Maybe he meant it in a friendly way.

“What about your boyfriend? I would love to, but I just want to make sure before I agree.”

You’d hate to get the wrong idea.

“He’ll be okay with it. I can ask though if you want me to.”

You fiddle with your shirt and watch as he pulls out his phone. Suguru types a quick message, not even a second later his phone vibrates with an answer.

He turns the screen towards you, letting you read the words.

Suguru: I’m gonna go on a date with this girl from the book store

Asshole: Alright

Asshole: Is she hot?

Suguru: She’s beautiful

Your heart stutters at the compliment, your curiosity slightly piqued at the name in his phone. Asshole? Maybe that wasn’t that weird.

“Would you be free tomorrow?” He asks while sliding his phone away.

“Yeah, as long as it’s after I get off.”

“Nice, I can pick you up or we can meet here?”

You trusted him, but you wanted to get to know him more before bringing him back to your house.

“Let’s meet here?”

“Okay. What’s your number?”

You give him your number and he shares his. It’s close to closing time once you finish so you decide to head home, the encounter with Suguru still fresh on your mind.

He seemed normal. Not in a bad way, but normal nonetheless. You mostly interacted with sorcerers, so going on a date with someone who wasn’t one felt weird. You wouldn’t have to be worried about work or anything else. You would be able to have average conversations.

You couldn’t wait.

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You feel giddy when you wake up the next day. Your date would be later in the afternoon and you were having a hard time containing yourself. All you had to do was get by the day, which wouldn’t be hard. There was a small mission you had to take Inumaki and Panda on, but after that you would be free.

As you stood there you watched the two of them work, paying attention to their form so you could give pointers after. It donned on you how odd it really was.

If Suguru asked you what you did today were you supposed to tell him you fought monsters with a personified panda?

Yeah, you would have to keep that to yourself.

You would have been able to keep it all to yourself, that is until Panda accidentally scratches you with his paw, causing blood to leak from your cheek. You lecture him to pay attention to his surroundings as the red liquid pours from your face. It takes the rest of the ride home for it to stop bleeding, and the throbbing pain doesn’t go away. You were gonna have to figure out how to explain that to Suguru.

The second the work day is done, you’re rushing home to put together your outfit. Suguru didn’t tell you really what to wear, only advising that it should be something light as you would be spending time outside. You settle on a flowy dress that cut off above your knees, you actually felt cute.

You leave your house early, intent on arriving before Suguru to make a good impression. Unfortunately for you, it seems Suguru had the same plan.

You check your phone, you had arrived ten minutes early and Suguru was already leaning against the bookstore, looking comfortable as he slouches.

“I’m sorry! Were you waiting long?”

Suguru looks up from his phone at the sound of your voice. His eyes drag across your figure, the action making the hair on your neck stand on edge. Those eyes. Were you ever going to get used to them?

His lips quirk up in a small smile, putting his phone away. He was wearing a black shirt with black sweatpants, his hair half up, the top pinned behind his head.

“No, I just got here,”

You find that hard to believe.

“You look amazing.” He finishes.

You try to stave off the embarrassment, waving your hand. When Suguru walks up to you, you finally notice how huge he is. He was tall, with a structure that took your breath away.

You wonder what he did to stay in shape.

“What happened to your cheek?” His voice is dripping with concern, brows furrowed as he raises his hand up. His thumb brushes on the skin below your cut.

“Oh! Um, one of my students was a bit reckless today. It didn’t hurt all that much.”

His eyes dance across your face, digesting your answer before dropping his hand. He looked genuinely concerned. It was cute. He must’ve been the protective type.

“I see. I’m sorry that happened.” He sounds remorseful even though he wasn’t the one to cause it. “Are you ready?”

And with that the two of you set off. Suguru told you he was showing you a place with butterflies, and you weren’t quite sure what he meant by that. Excitement bubbles in your veins as you walk.

The entire time he spoke you couldn’t help but put all your undivided attention on him. He was magnetizing. A natural born speaker, you thought.

Suguru must notice your silence as he stops himself from talking.

“My bad, I’m rambling.”

“No! Not at all. I like listening, you have a soothing voice.”

“Well thank you.” Pink dust settles on his cheeks.

As you inch closer to your destination, your fingers brush against his, the movement causing your heart to race.

Would it be weird to ask him if you could hold his hand?

“We’re here.” Suguru stops in front of a building. It was a bit unassuming, grey concrete walls and few windows.

There were butterflies here?

Suguru notices your expression and chuckles.

“Trust me.”

You can’t find it in your heart to doubt him.

He leads you inside, walking up to the front desk where a middle aged woman is standing by a computer. Her eyes are kind, hands weathered as she types.

“Can we get two tickets for the observatory?”

You fidget behind Suguru, appreciating the length of his hair cascading down his back.

You kind of wanted to touch it.

“Of course! Here you go sweetheart.” The lady digs around, grabbing two tickets while Suguru pulls out cash.

The exchange is over as soon as it started, and Suguru is leading you down a long hallway. When he pushes the doors open at the end of it, you’re greeted by fresh air, a short path leading to a giant glass dome. It’s hard to see on the inside of it, but it looks like it’s filled with plants.

“Let’s go.” He says with a grin, reaching his hand out towards you.

Your heart skips a beat at the gesture. You grab his hand, interlacing your fingers together. He’s warm. His palm the perfect mix between soft and calloused. His long fingers don’t get past your attention either. Suguru pulls you along to the dome, holding the door open for you.

When you step inside you’re hit with an overwhelming fragrance. It smelled like a mix between soil and flowers, the sweet scent covering you completely.

It’s nothing short of amazing. There’s plants everywhere, you had never been to a jungle before but you were sure this is what it would look like.

“Suguru, this is…”

“Look!” He urges, pointing up.

You snap your head up, following the direction of his finger. Above you was a small colony of monarch butterflies, maybe twenty of them flying around. They were low enough that you were able to appreciate the brightness of their wings, orange hues darting around as they flew.

Your lips part in amazement and you’re unable to tear your gaze away. You were sure you had never seen anything this beautiful before.

“Amazing, right?”

Suguru’s smooth voice floats over to you, snapping you back to him. When you turn around to look at him, his eyes are already on you. His mouth is spread in a soft grin, eyes twinkling as he looks down at you.

“This is perfect, Suguru. How did you find this place?”

“After I read the book we were talking about I just had to know what it felt like to be surrounded by butterflies so I did some digging and found it. I come here every so often, although it’s been awhile since I have. I figured it would be more fun if I brought someone with me. I was right.” His eyes are glued on your smile as you look away, following the butterflies with your eyes.

You find a walkway and set a slow pace, stopping every so often to read the metal plaques that were placed about, explaining the different types of flora and butterflies. You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. Your chest swelled with joy as you went on, listening as Suguru read you the plaques.

“It really is magical, just like it was in the book. Thank you.” You can’t hide the vulnerability from your voice.

Suguru’s eyes crinkle when he smiles, a cute habit you noticed, and he squeezes your hand.

“Of course, thank you for joining me.”

The two of you spend several hours there, a leisurely pace set between you. It was hard to want to go home when you knew the world outside was this beautiful. You wonder if colors will seem dull compared to this place. You were betting on it.

When families begin to filter in you both decide to head out. You were glad kids were gonna experience the same joy you had, but you wanted more privacy with Suguru, even if you had to go home soon. If you could spend more time with him, you would. Unfortunately duty calls and you had work early in the morning, effectively cutting your date much shorter than you would have liked.

Much like yesterday's date.

You agree to let him walk you back home, if only to spend as much time together as possible. He never let go of your hand ever since the observatory, and you were grateful for it. His large palm provided some sense of protection, relief you didn’t know you needed.

Your apartment comes into view far quicker than you were hoping. You could have lived on campus, but you instead opted to find a place elsewhere. Jujutsu High was your home, but you wanted to be able to separate yourself from it occasionally. You were able to find an apartment for a decent price, only staying there to sleep and change. Every so often when it was too late, you crashed in a dorm at the school, but you made sure to keep those occurrences low.

“This is it.” You sigh out, turning to face Suguru.

“I had fun today.” He stops and looks down at you, his body relaxed as he addresses you.

“I did too! Maybe we can hang out again sometime?”

Kiss me, kiss me, you internally beg.

Your eyes focus on the way his lips morph as he talks.

“I’d love that.”

Please, kiss me.

Suguru keeps your hand in his as he leans down, placing his lips gently on your forehead.

Oh.

That was different, yet it made your heart beat faster than a normal kiss would have. The intimacy of it all struck you like a freight train. No one had given you a forehead kiss before. His lips linger for a moment, before he’s pulling away all too soon.

“I’ll call you?”

Your throat squeezes as you try to force words out, but you’re all too flustered.

“I’ll be waiting.” You say, trying to seem cool.

Suguru chuckles softly before letting go of your hand. Your palm feels chilly the second he lets go. You’ll see him again, you remind yourself. Hopefully.

You force yourself to make your way to your door, body trembling in excitement. It felt like you took all the butterflies home with you, their wings fluttering inside your chest as you close the door behind you. After a couple of deep breaths you’re able to cool down, although you still felt a tingle on your forehead where his lips were.

Two dates in two days, not too bad.

Hopefully the momentum will stay strong.

As you get ready for bed, you replay the events of the past two days over in your head, your heart swelling with exhilaration. When you drift off to sleep, your dreams are filled with crepes and butterflies.

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mylovelookup · 1 month

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A very very quick sketch. Go read Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight by @justalilguyoops! NOW!!!

#fanart #art #saltburn #my fanart #artists on tumblr #my art #felix catton #oliver quick #Saltburn fanart #Cattonquick

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 11 months

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Writing a little something of the knight!price x princess!reader just because

Warnings: little bit suggestive towards the end, enemies to lovers? knight!au, fantasy!au (maybe?)

Price often wondered to himself how he could be so cursed as to have to see you everyday when he was back at the castle. Some higher power, or perhaps the universe, is playing some trick on him, punishing him for one reason or another.

He could hardly stand to see you walking in front of him, covered in lavish linen and silk that hangs across your body as if it had been painted onto your skin with expert brush strokes. The priceless jewels across your body as just a symbol of your status, a distraction from the one who wears it as well as to tell others that you're already spoken for.

He hides his disapproval well when his eyes catch onto them.

Price avoids looking at you. He has no desire to stare at the way your eyes sparkle in the sunlight or the way you smile just a little wider when you speak to those who you call friends. To watch the way soft look that falls on your face when you have a moments breath to yourself or the beautiful look of concentration on your face when you read a new book.

He ignores the tightness in his chest when you don't spare him a glance and fights back an eyeroll as you speak to those who have your attention.

You voice echoes in his ears as much despite how much he hates it. Your sweet tones and passionate words are often stuck within his mind as he listens to speak all day about politics and other more trivial topics that a royal might engage in.

On the rare moments when you do look at him, with eyes of pure beauty and elegance, he finds it hard to look away and yet he only sees contempt within them. It's no surprise, he doesn't show you much fondness so why should you?

He isn't even spared from you even in the dead of night when he is alone in his bed. You haunt his mind with images of moments where he could brush his hand with yours or even hold you in his arms in hopes that maybe you wouldn't push him away. He goes so far as to think what your lips would feel like against his and what you feel like underneath him in the same bed.

Oh how Price hates you.

Oh how Price wants you.

A/N: does this make sense? probably not but it does in my brain and I needed to get it out so here lol

#captain john price x reader #captain john price x female reader #price mw2 #mw2 price #captain price x reader #price x reader #jealous!price #anyone?#also wanting to love someone so much #but never being able to have them #and instead becoming incredibly bitter #because you can't imagine a life without them #mistaking love for hatred #oops #knight au #royalty au

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adore-laur · 5 months

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GOLD RUSH: EPILOGUE

— part one | part two | part three

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Four Months Later

Spectral shadows now haunt the vacant house in Tennessee. They are ones of yourself and Harry appearing as nebulous figures wistfully retracing the steps of every memory played out in each room.

Every wall you were sensually backed into.

Every floor you collapsed onto with heartache.

Every dark corner that sheltered your fears.

The wilted vines of romance that grew under the carpet and ascended toward the roof are surely felt by whoever exists there now, trapping their feet and trying to pull them down into their depths of despair. Their once vibrant color pales from perennial neglect, and they yearn for a single drop of love.

The two lovers are no longer the providers of such an arduous task.

You have broken free from the poison ivy and moved to untethered fields. The deadly nightshade that crawled over your body is no longer lethal, and your stitched heart is now thriving with unburdened lungs. Harry willingly took the needle and delicately sewed each open wound with threads of honeysuckle and lavender, patiently waiting for the crevices to bond back together until they blossomed into feelings of certainty and candor. He never pushed the process, always letting you grow at your own pace and sharing his sunlight when you needed it most.

You adapted nicely to the new soil. You left your dirt behind and pulled up your roots to bury them elsewhere. Somewhere more nurtured with eternal blue skies.

Harry's roots have always been grounded, so the day he left his home pierced thorns in all he's ever known and left him bleeding until you tore off your petals of armor to seal the gash. The cure was in you all along.

You wonder where he is now.

As you sit alone on the late January grass, no snowfall settling across the blades in rural South Carolina this time of year, you miss his warm presence beside you. The knitted cardigan you wear replaces his skin, the breeze finding secret passageways through every petite hole in the fabric. Your arms, terribly sore from moving boxes all day, could use his own wrapped around them.

The lake past the lush, rolling hills is grey from the reflection of the clouds above, and the water looks inviting. No other house can be seen for miles. It's what you've dreamed of — a perfect place to start afresh and continue raising your family away from camera flashes and prying questions. You have privacy at last.

A sudden soft plucking of guitar strings draws you from your thoughts. The acoustic melody plants seeds in your bones, coursing through the marrow until they lovingly consume your soul.

There he is.

Music follows him wherever he goes. Even when an instrument is absent from his versed hands, he still carries a symphony with his words. Either sung or spoken, they slip off his tongue with entrancing ease.

"Look what I found," Harry says in a way that exudes childlike wonder.

You smile and turn your head, finding him treading toward you while wearing your cardigan and holding a green resonator guitar by its neck. The heavy black case is in his other hand.

"What box was that in?" you ask, admiring how his hair blows in the wind. It falls into place perfectly.

"The huge one that I totally didn't have trouble carrying." He smirks at you, narrowing his beautiful green eyes. The light in them is finally back.

Laughing, you watch him set the case down next to you before sitting on it. He then places the guitar on his lap, its curve naturally fitting along his thigh. "Wonder if it's still in tune," he murmurs, twisting the tuning pegs and strumming random chords with his jeweled fingers.

You're waiting for him to mention how you kept it even through the divorce, but it never comes. You should have a little faith in him for not bringing up that withered phase of life, but it was so miserably monumental that it permeates your mind anyway.

"Hi," Harry whispers with a hint of shyness as if he's acknowledging you for the first time. You bask in his natural incandescence.

"Hi. I wanted to talk to you about something."

He inhales and nods, absentmindedly playing a few dissonant chords. "Okay."

"I know this move has been hard on you," you say while looking into his eyes, "and I just want to know how you're feeling."

The fatal flaw in your relationship's early stages was lack of communication. A bit ironic, considering marriage is built on the mere foundation of it. Perhaps that's why it didn't work out the first time.

"I feel good." He lightly slaps his hand on the guitar to stop the strings from vibrating. "Really good, actually."

You could cry from relief. "Yeah?"

His lips quirk up. "Yeah. I obviously miss Nashville, but I'm starting to love it here."

You nod understandingly. "It's quiet, you know? So different from the city."

"I think this move is exactly what we needed. To leave all those bad memories behind."

Leave your dirt behind. Bloom somewhere new.

"Can I say something I don't tell you enough?" you ask, tucking strands of windswept hair behind your ears.

Harry lays the guitar down and begins picking at the dead grass by his feet. "Will it make me cry?"

"It'll probably make me cry."

He looks at you for a moment before patting his lap twice. "C'mere. I don't like it when you're far away."

You stand and then settle sideways on his thighs, his arms instantly circling around your waist. His touch is something that took you a while to allow yourself to accept. It started with longer hugs and holding hands, then soft and lingering kisses on the cheek. They all led to bigger things like kissing his heart-shaped lips and letting his hands rest on your hips or neck. Making out like teenagers on the couch to make up for lost time felt more purposeful than ever. It felt different this time around, more significant. His touch was a telltale sign the petals could still be saved from wilting and falling to the frozen ground.

It was a slow blossoming of sprouts, but he was understanding. That's all you could've asked for.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Harry quietly asks.

Unwarranted tears form in your eyes as you look at the man you almost entirely let go of. When your gaze traces the features of his face, you wonder how you would have lived without him. How does someone possibly keep from loving him? You're glad you didn't fall victim to that.

"I just... I'm so proud of you," you shakily whisper, a teardrop sliding down your cheek.

Harry's chest deflates. He breaks eye contact, visibly swallowing and rolling his lips in before responding, "I know you are. You've never made me doubt it."

"But it's not just with your job. Even when we weren't together, I was proud of who you were."

"You shouldn't have been. I was a mess."

You shake your head. "The way you still tried to mend things while grieving is something to be proud of, Harry. You should be proud of yourself."

"I did it because I love you," he says with shimmering eyes. "I did it for her."

Her, meaning your daughter. She's away with your grandparents for the day while you and Harry unpack and set up the necessary furniture. He does everything for her, and you firmly believe she was the single ray of light in his phases of deep depression.

"I know, but I was worried about you. No matter how angry I tried to be, I still cared about you so much." You take a deep breath before continuing, "When you would come over during the first few months," — you pause and let out a weak sob — "you scared me. You didn't look like yourself, and it fucking terrified me. I remember your cheeks were so... so hollowed."

Harry looks out at the lake, almost ashamed. His thumbs rub soothing circles on your hips, and you've never been more grateful to see the supple apples of his cheeks today.

"We never really know grief until it happens to us," he says, laying his head on your shoulder. "I didn't eat for days. Didn't shower. Barely left my bed. I lost myself completely."

You know you shouldn't apologize, but you do anyway. "I'm sor—"

"Don't," he interrupts. "Please don't."

"It killed me. I had never seen you so sick."

"But it led me back to you, didn't it?" He softly kisses your arm and smiles against it. "All that pain led me to this moment, love."

You rest your hand on his stomach. "That's not the point, though."

"I think it is," he remarks. "Everyone goes through shit, and everyone learns something from it."

You sniffle as Harry takes one of your hands and blows warm air onto it. "What did you learn?"

He stares at you while pecking kisses onto your wrist. "That your love was worth the fight. That I don't regret fighting my goddamn life for it."

His love-laced words rush through you like liquid gold and heal every stitch on your heart, only scars left behind.

You don't regret diving into his waters anymore.

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the stars lied | royalty au with zhanghao and ricky

(written in the stars chapter 2)

✩ chapter 1 here, but can be read as standalone ✩ genre: romance, angst

pairing: reader x zhang hao, reader x ricky

about/tags: while you visit your sister, the queen, you're met with a familiar distraction – prince ricky. but king hao doesn't seem happy about it (3k words)

y/n is a princess, hao is a king, ricky is a prince, pining, childhood friends to lovers, love triangle (or maybe it's a square), infidelity, yujin is hao's son

Your sister is with-child for the second time the next time you see her. You’re sitting with her at the butterfly garden, and her first-born is playing near the pond. The young crown prince Yujin looks much like Hao, you think.

You look at your sister, the queen, and can’t help but think that she was always meant to be that. Since she’s left Astoria, she’s become much tanner, she smells of flowers all the time, and her hair is much longer. She fashions them nowadays with tiny crystals, which glisten in the sunlight when she moves. You tell her it looks like the stars, and she says it’s the only way she can feel connected to home.

Mariposa, unlike your country, is much warmer. While you haven’t had the chance to explore much, the palace gardens here put yours to shame as it blooms with about a hundred different kinds of flowers. The people that staff the palace are gentle, soft-spoken and remind you of the slight drizzle before a rainbow. You suddenly understand where Zhang Hao gets his disposition from. The king you mean, you suddenly understand where the king gets his disposition from.

You haven’t seen him since that night. You didn’t even show up to the wedding – it would have complicated things. Instead, you sent your sister a letter and a gift, a small golden telescope. You wonder if your sister has ever suspected anything, if that’s the reason she invited you to stay at Mariposa for the entire Spring.

“Let me tour you around the palace, sister. Come.” her entire court of ladies move when she does, and you follow suit. She ends the tour at what she thinks would be your favorite place, the royal library.

The whole place is bright, and the ceiling is incredibly high. The library is two stories, and there is a large staircase that leads to the second floor. The books on the first floor look like they sparkle, with the sun hitting its hardbound spines. You walk in between the tall bookshelves, fingers ghosting over the expanse of the collection. Slowly, the faint sound of a violin enters your ears.

“He likes to play in here sometimes, up on the second floor”. Your sister, who is beside you, gestures up at the staircase. You don’t want to look. “As expected, the king plays beautifully”, your sister whispers to you.

“I fear that I’ll disturb his grace's time with you. I’ll retire to my room, sister.” She gently nods at you before making her way up the steps, with prince Yujin following suit.

You walk to your quarters alone.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

Your maid, Chaehyun, is busy brushing your hair when she tells you that the gown prepared for you to wear at the spring solstice ball has arrived. The dress is a breathtaking midnight blue, clad in diamonds, and much like your sister’s hair – reminds you of the Astoria night sky.

A string quartet greets you enthusiastically, their music resonating throughout the ballroom as you enter. The walls are decorated in gold, with paintings of the Mariposa butterflies. The place is filled with Mariposa nobility, but you are also met with royals from other neighboring countries. A few gentlemen ask for your hand in a dance, and you agree. Though your body is moving, your mind is elsewhere. You feel that you are merely floating to the rhythm.

Zhang Hao sees you first, breathtaking, he thinks. He is standing next to your sister on the platform where their thrones reside. He watches you politely accept dances from strangers, smiling and curtsying at each one. When you move, he thinks it’s like watching the constellations dance in the night sky. Entranced, he keeps his gaze on you.

The queen must have noticed, “my king, would you ask my sister for a dance? she looks like she needs saving.” Hao looks at her, a little bit in disbelief. But she nods firmly, letting him know that he can go.

You’re at your 4th dance partner already, and the current one talks your ear off about Mariposa and Astoria politics. You’re about to respond with some generic agreement to his opinion, when you hear his voice.

“Excuse me, prime minister. May I steal the Princess of Astoria for a dance?” his gloved hand is outstretched towards you. You don’t want to take it. Not when he’s looking at you like that, not when you’re unable to speak, and not when your sister is watching you from afar. “Of course, your grace”, the prime minister says as he places your hand on the king’s, and the decision is made for you.

The music restarts, and a slower song begins to play. He takes your hand and places it on his right shoulder. While one hand holds yours tightly, the other rests on your waist. The butterflies are back, and it dances around your stomach. He’s trying to look at you, but your head is turned.

“Princess y/n, are you ignoring the King?” his lips are in a smile, and his head is tilted. You appreciate the joking manner in which he speaks, and it gives you the courage to look him in the eye. When your eyes meet, his gaze softens. And since you don’t respond, he follows up with “I must say I was a little offended when you fled the library earlier today without so much of a greeting.”

“I apologize, your grace. I did not want to disturb your time with my sister, nor your time with the violin.” He spins you around. “I don’t mind an audience, princess.” Again, you don’t know what to say. So with eyes still locked on one another, you dance in silence, and as the song ends he tells you to make yourself at home here. You curtsy, and you leave the dance floor, running to the balcony.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

The moment your face hits the fresh air, you gasp. You’re breathing heavily, and you make your way towards the banister for support. Your dress feels too tight, too heavy, and you’re clawing at the bodice for release. Behind you, the ballroom is still ablaze with people, chatter, and music. In front of you, a lake full of swans. And beside you, a man dressed in black.

“Y/N, are you quite alright?” he asks. You turn your attention to him, and you’re met with a healthy distraction from an impending panic attack. He’s much taller than you remember, with broader shoulders and longer hair. Under the night sky, the moonlight reflects on his platinum hair. “Prince Quanrui” you breathe out.

“Princess Y/N”, he bows at you. “I was looking for you, you know. I was waiting for the chance to ask for a dance, and then that damn king cut the line.” You laugh, Quanrui has always been honest.

As children, you saw each other yearly for diplomatic meetings of the nations Astoria and Solaria. Your kingdoms were on opposite ends of the map, and while yours is dominated by the moon, his is dominated by the sun. You’ve been to Solaria a few times, the land of people with golden hair. But most of these royal gatherings were hosted in Astoria.

When you were children, you thought he didn’t talk much. He always sat gracefully, composed, and stoic. Your older brother, Hanbin, was often compared to him growing up as a fellow crown prince. It was only when all the prying eyes of adults left the room where Quanrui, or Ricky, as he liked to refer to himself, would reveal what kind of person he truly is. When it’s just the children in the room – you quickly learn that he says whatever is on his mind, is quite stubborn, and is always at the scene of conflict even if he doesn’t want to be. You remember a time where all the children were chasing each other under the dining hall tables and when the ceramics fell, Ricky took the blame.

As you were the same age, you spent a lot of time together running around the castle, riding horses, and painting by the garden. You’d also force him to join a tea party or two, especially when your sister was off with extra lessons. He didn’t like doing it, but it gave him a chance to spend time with you. Ricky was the only person in the world who preferred your company over your sister’s.

But by the time you were teenagers, Ricky started spending more time with Hanbin, sparring at the courtyard for some “healthy competition”. The two princes got along well, and both your parents fostered and encouraged that friendship to ensure the long-lasting alliance of your kingdoms. Every time he visits, he would make sure to ask you to go on a stroll with him at least once.

The visits started becoming less and far between, after all, relations between Astoria and Solaria are solid than ever – there’s really not much to discuss during the diplomatic meetings anymore.

On your 17th birthday, he sent over a portrait he painted of you, purely from memory. He apologized for being unable to visit that year as he didn’t have the time to take the long journey to you. In the letter he sent along with the portrait, he said he was busy preparing for the sun ceremony and invited you to come – but you didn’t go. Because Zhang Hao was in Astoria, preparing to marry your sister.

In the present time, Quanrui stands beside you, “you should have waited, I would have gladly danced with you instead, Ricky.” He looks satisfied with your answer, and pleasantly surprised that formalities have been dropped. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he no longer goes by his childhood name Ricky. But the name sounds so sweet being uttered from your lips. So he lets it be.

“Will you still be here tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yes, until the end of the season.”

“Good, I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

It’s the next day, and you’re in your riding clothes. Ricky is at the grand stables, bringing out two horses, one golden like the sun and one white as snow. “Ricky, when you said you’d like me to meet someone, I didn’t think you’d mean a stallion.”

He laughs, handing you the reins of the white horse. He gently strokes its hair when he says “this is Celeste, I bring her everywhere with me.” You look at him, making your eyes small and shooting him an accusatory look, “Celeste like, the constellation we made up as kids?”

Ricky laughs “a funny coincidence, is it not?”. His ears are slightly red, and you are right not to believe him. Eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, you shake your head.

You’re laughing when you ask “okay, and who is this handsome creature?” You're petting the golden stallion by its neck, waiting for Ricky to respond. Instead, he walks closer to you and asks “may I?”, you nod and he easily lifts you up by the waist to mount the horse.

“You tell me y/n, he’s all yours.”

He shoots you a wink and quickly mounts Celeste. He’s gotten a few feet ahead of you when he turns around to taunt you, “well princess y/n, are you coming?” You quickly start to move, catching up to them, with the newly gifted horse that you decide to name Citrine.

On his own horse from afar, Zhang Hao watches you ride alongside Quanrui.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

Spring goes by fast, and Quanrui has overextended his stay.

Solaria and Mariposa have a tense history, and their mutual ally Astoria is what prevents further political turmoil. So when Quanrui asks the king if he could buy a horse from him, he allows it. And when Quanrui asks if he, too, can stay until the end of Spring, Zhang Hao makes a retort comment about Solaria needing their crown prince back. The prince responds with “some things are worth more than a country” and upon hearing a response like that, he has no choice but to let him stay.

King Zhang Hao isn’t blind. He sees that Quanrui is in love with Y/N. Since the spring solstice ball, you have never gotten a moment to yourself. Prince Quanrui is always glued to your side – especially as you stroll through the butterfly gardens, visit the palace museums, and ride the horses. Mealtimes have been hard for Hao, so much so that he has decided to dine alone in his room for the time being. He loses his appetite when he sees you and Prince Quanrui casually stealing glances at each other.

After dinner, he often retires to the royal library in an attempt to distract himself, getting lost in the violin. The queen is starting to worry, when she points out he’s been playing sadder songs recently. He never knows what to tell her, so he doesn’t say anything.

Today, as he is about to enter the second floor study, he hears voices. Inside, you’re teaching the young crown prince, Yujin, how to use a telescope. The windows are open, and you’re guiding Hao’s son so that he can see through the device. It’s the golden telescope you got your sister as a wedding gift. You don’t know that Hao has been the one using it as of late.

“My my, isn’t it too late for the young prince to be awake?” The toddler beams in excitement and gestures to be brought to his father. You bring Yujin over to Hao, who gladly takes him from your arms and coos. “And what did princess y/n show you hmm?” He makes conversation with his child as if he has the ability to respond. King Hao then brings Yujin over to his nanny, who is waiting patiently by the door. “Bring the young prince to bed.” he commands.

You are also about to excuse yourself when Hao stops you. “Stay” he says.

You stop in your tracks, and turn around to face him. “Your grace, it’s getting late -” He is desperate to speak to you, evidently grasping at straws when he says “as King, I’m ordering you to stay.”

Hao sighs loudly, and throws his head up, looking straight into the ceiling. “Sorry Y/N I just, I want the chance to speak with you.” He’s looking at you now, pleading with his eyes. The same eyes he used as he pleaded with you that night in Astoria.

This time, you want to hear him out. This time, you don’t run away. “Okay, I’ll stay.”

You sit yourself on the couch, opposite the window where you were standing. Hao follows suit and sits next to you. There’s a long silence before you hear the crickets in the distance. “Did you love me?” he asks.

Love? You think. Well, he made your heart beat faster than anyone else could. He made you feel seen, he made you question your position in royalty, and he made you wonder what it would be like to be – normal. He almost made you betray your sister. So whatever powerful force that was, if we can even call it love, that is how you felt towards him.

But all you can croak out is “you are married now Hao – ” Suddenly, you feel 17 again. You feel vulnerable, removing the walls you greatly put up. “– and to my sister, nonetheless.”

You’re scared that you’ll cry, so you look straight ahead at the window so the tears don’t fall. You know that you still haven’t actually answered his question. And he thinks you won’t be able to answer him at all, which is why he confesses ahead, “Y/N I am married, but I do not love her.”

This time, you look at him. Like you, he looks scared. His lips are quivering and he’s afraid he’ll break at any moment. With bravery, you place your hand on his cheek. You feel the tear that falls down and he closes his eyes, basking in your touch. “I’m sorry.” he whispers.

“For what?” you ask.

“For not doing anything. For letting you go. For not seeing you the next morning. For -” he’s bawling at this point. And you could barely make out those last few words as he lets his tears take over. So you hug him, and his tears pool by your neck. Forget royal conduct, right now you are just a girl, holding your first love tightly.

His arms wrap around your back, and he clings on to you tightly. How cruel, he thinks. The first time he is allowed to feel the warmth of your skin is also the last time he’ll be able to. Both your eyes are shut as you enjoy the company of being in each others’ arms. For you, healing. For him, mourning.

When his breathing steadies, he explains himself. “It’s because I thought you might be right, Y/n, about what’s written in the stars for us. But now that I’m here holding you, I’m hoping the stars lied.”

Your brows are furrowed, and he’s holding both your hands when he says “I so badly want the stars to be wrong.” He says it so quietly, you almost don’t catch it. Your foreheads are leaning against each other, when you whisper back “I’m sorry, too.”

The soft cries have stopped, and it’s silent once again. The weight of your words slumps his shoulders, and he knows what the apology means. It means, I’m sorry, but it’s too late. I’m sorry that this isn’t in the cards for us. I’m sorry, but I do not love you anymore.

“to answer your question, I think I did love you, Hao.” And for a split second, he is happy.

“But I think you wouldn’t be able to love me freely either way, your duty is to your country. You are a selfless King, and even though only I will know your great sacrifice, it is admirable to the highest degree.”

And Hao knows you are right. His one great love is Mariposa. Unlike other royal families, there is no other person that can rule, the line of succession ends with him as the only son of the late king. And now that he is King, the line shall continue with Yujin. It turns out, you’re right about the stars. Hao is destined to be a great leader, not your lover.

So he nods, forced to accept his fate. With one last plea, “one kiss before I let you go?”

You nod, and let him mold his lips to yours. His hands hold your jaw tightly, bringing you close to him. You feel a passion, longing, and a sadness to this kiss, and you relish in it. It’s a kiss that feels like it’s the end.

Outside, the queen peeks through the keyhole of the door. Then decides to leave you be.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

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