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marleyybluu · 10 months

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Fezco x f!reader

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Smut, no plot just a quick fuck, semi-public sex (staircase sex but nobody actually walks in on them), unprotected p in v, issa quickie, drunk sex, bigdick!Fez lmao I feel like he at least got girth to him yk?, the word cock was used once whoops sorry

(gif not mine. but just look at how yummy he is here. mhmmm)

The two had gone out for their anniversary. Their friends threw them a little surprise dinner at the restaurant they went to on their first date. They'd knocked out four years of marriage and were happy to celebrate the rest of the years to come. It was a fun little gathering of their loved ones surrounding them and reminiscing on old times, how shy they were when they first met and how cute it was to see how quickly they fell for each other.

It was a great night with great food and a few drinks. Maybe more than a few. They didn't drink much they mostly smoked but for tonight's occasion, they switched over. Both were pretty lightweight and found themselves stumbling and giggling with each other, though it made great entertainment for their friends and family.

The party ran late and a few left to return to their own homes but not without congratulating the two on their four years together. By 2 AM it was just Fez, his girl and their two friends Rue and Jules and all four called it a night. Rue and Jules offered to drive the couple back to their apartment considering they were sober enough to drive back. They accepted and sat in the backseat of the car, her head resting on his shoulder as her mind swayed. She was so gone she felt like was in a spaceship zooming through the stars and the planets.

She loved the ride home after a drunken night, it was so quiet and calming especially with the window down. Fez's head tipped back against the headrest, whispering to himself that he'd never drink again. His hand rubbed small circles on his girl's lower back, his fingers following the curve of her behind when he dropped his hand further he gently squeezed and smiled lazily. He was so lucky to have her.

After what felt like a short ride they were finally in front of the apartment building. "Sure you guys don't want us to come with you?"

Fez scoffed. "Nah, we're good, text us when you get home." The girls wanted to protest about his slurred sentence and wobbly stance but bit their tongues, they'd at least wait until they got inside the building. They said their goodbyes and waited for them to tap their keycard to get past the second door which they successfully did. Fez and his girl stumbled over to the elevator, pressing the button to go up numerous times but none of the doors would open. Fez squinted once he noticed a piece of paper on the silver door.

Out of Order.

Well, that was just great. "We gotta take the stairs, baby." He giggled. She groaned and trudged to the door leading to the staircase, silently thankful they lived on the fifth floor but it was still a lot of stairs and she was wearing heels. She held onto the railing for balance and walked up the first step with Fez not too far behind.

They climbed up as fast as they could to the second floor, she stopped and rolled her eyes, this was not an ideal situation to be intoxicated. Fez, however, seemed to be entertained. Her dress was riding up with every step, no matter how many times she pulled it down it slid back up and at some point almost bunched around her hips, exposing her supple skin under the material. He wanted to bite her, he was quickly growing hard in his pants, temptation in front of him and he was ready to give in.

He reached out, fingers gently brushing her skin. She turned around and smiled. "Can I help you?"

"You have no idea." He replied lustfully glaring at her through low-drunken eyelids, his eyes no longer blue due to his dilated pupils. Her eyes widened at him and she turned facing forward to hide her blush. It did make her put an extra sway in her hips.

Third floor.

Two more flights of stairs and they'd be home, and he'd have her all to himself, naked and whimpering... moaning... crying for him. "Let's take a break."

She stopped on the platform where the entry to the third floor was. "Tired already?" She joked, she needed a bit of a break herself because these heels were killing her. She rested herself bent over the rail, the bottom of her dress rising once again, her little black panties on display for him.

She could feel his attentive gaze on her. She pushed back for him, he walked closer to her his calloused hands reaching out for her smooth and soft skin, his fingers coming in contact with her hip squeezing them hard enough to leave little prints. She hissed looking back at him. "Come on, just a little quick one." She whimpered saying aloud what they were both thinking. He smirked dragging his finger along the line of her panty following the trail down to her wet heat.

He looked up at her through his bushy, but well-trimmed eyebrows. Keeping contact while he moved the material to the side. She swallowed a moan feeling the cool air hitting her clit causing her to clench around nothing. "Always so fucking pretty," He muttered taking his thumb and guiding it between her folds collecting her slick. "And wet, for me."

"Fez..." Her voice warned. "I don't care if anyone sees us." He admitted with a shrug. She pushed back against him once more feeling the tip of his thumb tease her hole, he angled his thumb and gently thrust it inside her. She softly gasped moving her hair to the side to get a good look at him, so focused on her pretty pussy leaking out for him and he'd barely done anything.

He used his free hand to undo his belt, the thud of everything falling onto the floor echoed off the empty walls. She moaned at the sight, how hard he was, so stiff the tip of his dick had gone from pink to almost red-- sticky with his own arousal. Her mouth watered, tongue begging to be wrapped around him but they'd get to that once they got home. He removed his thumb sticking it in his mouth for a little taste of her, he hummed in satisfaction. She whined internally begging him to hurry up, he delivered a harsh slap to her ass which earned a squeal from her desperate lips.

"You keep doing that imma put it away."

"Sorry." She mumbled tugging on her bottom lip. He chuckled at how quickly she retreated, he positioned himself at her entrance, running his aching tip through her juicy folds, he finally found his way inside-- slowly sliding into her warm and welcoming cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth to squash the upcoming erotic sounds she wanted to make, he stretched her out completely, his faint veins coinciding with her soft walls. Fuck.

Fez pushed the dress up further so it was resting in the middle of her back, he looked down at the tattoo she had recently got done and groaned, one of his favourite things to look at was the artwork displayed on her beautiful body. He could feel her clenching around him already, she always came a lot quicker when she was out of her mind. He buried himself deep inside her earning an audible moan.

He pulled out and pressed back in. "Ooohh, fuck!" She broke. "That's it. Let everyone hear you, ma." He held on to her hips giving her some deep strokes, she gripped the railing looking down on the first floor in hopes no one would come upstairs. Fez grunted, she was coating him in her creamy goodness, her gummy walls enveloping him in pleasure. His tip repeatedly bumped against a certain spot within her and her body responded positively.

The sounds of skin-to-skin contact, the slapping and pornographic moans from both parties echoed through the staircase and probably made their way through the walls. But who cares, she was getting dicked down, her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. Her whimpers caress his ears as an encouragement to keep his rhythm.

"Fuck, fuck, yes Fez! Give me that dick." She egged on feeling her climax getting closer, she moved her left leg onto one step allowing him further access, his heavy balls slapping against her clit was an additional sensation her body couldn't take. Her eyes rolled back as he continued his assault on her, penetrating her every need.

Fez growled as his hips picked up their pace, snapping into hers in a desperate need to meet his end. "I can feel it, baby, come for me." She playfully giggled stealing his usual line. He pounded into her, reaching under her to toy with her clit. "You cum first, pretty girl." He retaliated, her body shivered, a tingling feeling creeping up in her toes and fingers. Her mouth was agape as her back arched, he leaned forward pressing his chest against her. "Yeah? Yeah, I fuckin' see you, baby. Don't worry."

"Oh my god! Fez! Fuck... me-" Her body stilled, her eyes squeezed shut while her orgasm took over her body, constant convulsion around his dick pulled him closer to the edge. "Ah, shit." He croaked before succumbing to his own pleasure, squirting his hot cream inside her. They panted slowly letting go of each other. He chuckled pressing a kiss against her neck and another behind her ear. "You good?"

"Fuck... yes." She sighed in satisfaction. Fez carefully pulled out and looked at the door to see if anyone was standing there watching but they were good. He quickly stuffed his half-hard cock in his pants and re-buckled his belt. He watched as she fixed herself too, pulling back down her dress and turning to him with a pout. "What?" He asked. She looked down at her feet and back up at him. He smiled shaking his head. "Fine." He took off his shoes sliding them over to her, she stepped out of her heels and into his big-ass dress shoes that she bought him. He held her heels in his hand and pressed a kiss on top of her head. "You ready to go?"

She nodded looking up at him but her eyes widened when she saw past him, there was a camera... a little security camera in the corner above the door. "Oh.. shit." He said seeing it too. "Well, I mean it already happened." She laughed. There wasn't anything they could do about it, at least someone got a free show.

"Hm, glad to know that after four years you're still down to do it anywhere." He chuckled heading up the stairs.

She smirked. "We might need another break on the fourth floor."

"Baby..."

"Fiiiiine, we'll wait until we get home."

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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦”

Inspo: Giveon - Make You Mine

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Male!reader

Summary: She’s just trying to make you hers...

Warnings: Fluffy as fuck with dom/sub undertones.

Words: 2799

“Y/n, just go talk to her,” Jules urged in a whisper, sitting beside you in the cafeteria. Secluded to a table at the far reaches of the other kid's eyes and care. You had always preferred it like that because if you were in no one’s line of sight, you made yourself less of a target. Because in Highland, everyone was a target to someone and you were simply trying to get through life without needing to deal with the assholes like Nate Jacobs.

But Jules, oblivious as to what you wanted, was desperately trying to ruin that. Which was; trying to get you to go talk to Maddy Perez. Your crush since your first day moving here. “She is busy with Lexi and Kat, Jules,” you pointed out, pulling your hood up. “And I have homework to do. And if we’re being honest, she wouldn’t spend a moment talking to me. She doesn’t even know I exist.”

Although it sucked hearing yourself talk so badly about yourself, none of it was false. You had a very, very small group of friends that you talked to. Sure, they were friends with Maddy, but that didn’t change the fact that you were a no-one to her. No matter the tattoos that were stabbed in your hand and arms, you were just a no one in a world full of someones. You never talked to her once in your life and although you wished that would change, you weren’t about to feint in front of your crush. So, if you had to go through the last few years of school never talking to her, so be it.

Of course, anyone that knew of your feelings held toward the girl always encouraged you to just make an effort. To try and speak to her at least. It didn’t have to be you announcing your love to her or some bullshit like that. But speaking to her and getting to know her. And you often opted to just walk in the opposite direction of whoever said that because you weren’t insane. If they thought for you, an outsider, loner, could just walk up to the popular girl and talk to her, they were the ones that were insane.

So, you stood by the wayside, Deftones playing in your ears as Maddy continued to live her life with no knowledge of your existence. It wasn’t a horrible way, but it wasn’t the greatest either. Sometime in the future, you wished to talk to her, but you weren’t jumping at the opportunity. It wasn’t who you were and never would be-

“Fine, I’ll just go tell her to come over.” Your head shot up from your arms where you had wanted to get some shut-eye. Eyes wider than the entire equator surrounding the earth as Jules got up and walked away; her path directing herself to the table holding, Maddy, Rue, Lexi, and Kat. An already nerve-racking group that you had never interacted with. Of course, you knew Jules and Rue were dating and from everything Jules had told you, the four were nice, but you never cared enough because you would never talk to any of them.

And you weren’t going to start now.

“Maddy, I have someone that would like to meet you,” Jules said, a cheeky grin forming on her lips as she slid into the spot beside Rue. Her lips widened when Rue placed a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Is it your brother?” Kat inquired. “What’s his name… Y/n Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah, he’s really nice and shy,” Jules added with a chuckle. “He might not look up from his books, but he’s sat-” She stopped, looking to where you were sat. “Where did that little shit go?”

The sound of the cafeteria doors slamming shut drew the group’s attention with your figure able to be seen sprinting in the opposite direction. A hysterical laugh fell from Rue’s lips as she pressed her face into Jules's shoulder as Kat and Lexi were doing their best to hide their laughs. But Jules stared in shock of you, her brother, too scared to talk to a few girls. Except, Maddy finally saw you and was holding a warm smile on her lips.

In the coming weeks, you had avoided any interaction with Jules. Speed walking and hiding behind Elliot, who found it more than amusing that you were this nervous. Because you weren’t angry about Jules’ action. You were frustrated for sure, but just anxious about the inevitability of likely running into Maddy. Before you never had to worry because she didn’t know about you. But now, she knew you wanted to talk to her and now she knows of your existence.

So, that alone rivalled your comfortable way of living and getting through the hours of school. Constantly nervous about entering the wrong hall and getting ambushed by Jules or worse, Maddy Perez. Or worse, being in the same classroom as either girl because you knew your sister had been trying to kill you in the past few weeks for avoiding her. Going to school out your window and getting a ride from Elliot or having your dad deliver food to your room in fear of your sister’s wrath. It was childish, but your sister was a scary person when it came to you, so you weren’t taking any chances. But that still left Maddy who you didn’t know cared about your being alive or was waiting for her moment. If it was the latter, you were seriously fucked.

“I can’t keep being your bodyguard, Y/n,” Elliot sighed, trying to reach around your body and towards his textbooks. You stood between him and his open locker. Sure, it looked rather suspicious, but you cared less about what the others thought. You were just trying to reduce the chance of being found. Not that Elliot cared, either way, he found it adorable how your wide anxious eyes flickered down each of the hall trying to spot Maddy or Jules. “I mean, man, you are smaller than me, but I don’t have anything to defend you with. I could use a weapon, but then I would get arrested.”

“I’m not asking you to injure my sister or Maddy, idiot,” you grumbled, slapping his stomach. “I just need you to be a roadblock if they come after me. A simple and easy task that I know your small brain can manage-”

“You’re Y/n, right?” Maddy's sudden voice made you yelp and bang your head off Elliot’s locker, making the other boy laugh in hysterics as you groaned, holding both hands over the aching spot.

Beginning to grumble in annoyance at Elliot's increasingly annoying attack. “Elliot, shut it!” You whined, hand pushing him, which did very little to create space. He didn’t take the hint, reaching down and pinching your cheeks at your flushed cheeks of embarrassment and annoyance. Cheeks puffing out to break the hold his fingers had as he laughed and grabbed his remaining books.

It was only then that you finally remembered Maddy, who stared at the scene with an amused grin. That only caused your cheeks to redden as your gaze flickered to Elliot. “Hi?” You greeted, giving your best smile that was shaky and nervous. Which only increased the cuteness Maddy was already getting from your small interaction with Elliot.

“Hi,” she said with a short laugh. “Jules said you’ve been wanting to talk to me, but I never caught you in the halls or in class.”

“Oh, that’s because he’s too afraid to see you or his sister,” Elliot stated. “I mean, it’s actually really funny- Motherfucker!” Elliot hopped on one foot, holding his shin from your kick. It made you smile as you poked at his sides, trying to make him fall over, which aggravated the pained boy. “Y/n, I’m going to kick your ass, you little shit!”

You hummed, turning your anxious gaze to Maddy, who was already holding your gaze. “Although Elliot is a douche, he isn’t wrong, I guess,” you said, pulling the cuffs of your sweater over your hands and holding the straps of your backpack. The actions drew her attention to your hands, able to see the black nail polish over your manicured nails. That and the rather beautiful tattoo’s that were inked into your pale skin.

It suited you.

“Well, if you ever want to talk or something, just let me know,” Maddy stated, making your eyes slightly widen in surprise. “Your sister gave me your number, so just text me whenever.” There was a pause in her words, a hint of a smile at the surprised look on your face. “Or we can call.”

Your cheek flushed a considerable amount as you stumbled over your words. Was any of this real? Was life real? Because if it was, you must be seeing into an alternate reality or dreaming. This wouldn’t be happening if not, right?

But you couldn’t think much about it as there was a commotion heard at the other end of the hall. Maddy’s eyes grew wide as she stared over your shoulder. “Um, you should run.”

Her words made you frown, following her gaze to see the source and you felt your heart halt. Jules wore a deep glare as she marched in your direction. “Y/n, I’m going to kill you, you little shit!” She yelled, making you yelp and start sprinting away with your sister close in tow. “You finally have the balls after avoiding me, huh? I’m going to kick your ass!”

Since then, Maddy texted you frequently which took you by surprise. An unexpected set of developments that did not change how easily flustered you got. Jules of course, after beating your ass, found it incredibly adorable finding you rolled up in your blankets on the couch watching whatever and beaming at your phone. And of course, she told Maddy every little thing that you did when it related to her and Maddy only felt her heart swell in admiration.

Now, Maddy enjoyed her time talking to you and the rare occasions you answered her facetime calls. Enjoying the shy smile that formed on your lips when your face popped up on her screen. Or how relaxed you looked when you fell asleep during the call. No other guy she knew actually showed this much to her or anyone for that fact. You were different, extremely different in the way you acted when she wasn’t or was around. And perhaps the main thing that brought her in was your shyness, but a lot of her curiosity had been brewing since Jules first mentioned you a year ago. There were pictures, but she hadn’t seen you once during the hours of school. It was rather surprising, to say the least, but now she could think back to all the times she saw a kid with his hood up and hanging around Elliot.

But today, she decided to be the one to take the further step and show up where you worked. Imagine how surprised she was to find out that it was a flower shop.

It wasn’t surprising one bit.

Walking inside, she was greeted by the soft and gentle music filling the air with the ac hitting her face softly. The scent was nice, which was expected when walking into a flower shop. Moving past the few displays of what seemed to be wrapped for flowers, she came to the counter and found you with your back turned to her. Headphones in your ears with a deep and sombre hum bellowing from your throat.

Your tattooed hands worked effortlessly with wrapping the flowers. Which made Maddy wonder if you’d been working here a lot longer than she might’ve once thought. But, she brushed the thought aside to knock her finger on the counter. The vibrations were enough to make you turn around, expecting a customer. When you found it to be Maddy, you yelped in surprise. “Holy shit, Maddy!” You exclaimed, dropping the bouche of flowers on the floor and causing Maddy to laugh softly. Pulling your headphones from your ears, you sighed in exasperation. “One of these times you’re going to give me a heart attack doing that shit.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” she said with a mischievous grin on her lips. “Not when you’re so cute to die.”

A familiar flush adorned your cheeks as you quickly picked up the flowers and turned back to what you were doing. In the recent weeks with her talking to you, Maddy had been flirting more. Trying to give you a hint as to what she wanted, yet, you were still too naive to pick up on the messages. It was adorable, to say the least. How clueless you could be when she sent you kisses after every phone call or the constant hook her finger would have in your belt loops. Hell, she thought the constant touching of your cheeks and saying how adorable you were would be enough. But it wasn’t.

Clearing your throat, you turned to her, cheeks having slightly faded, but still very much apparent. “So, um, what are you doing here? Did Jules tell you where I work?” You inquired shakily, hands fiddling together with the newest addition of rings. The contrast of your pale skin, black tattoos, and silver rings sent a jolt through Maddy’s system. Call her dirty-minded, but the sight alone made a growing heat form in the bottom of her stomach and slowly drop to the apex of her legs.

“You are correct in that statement,” Maddy quirked, leaning against the counter to get closer. Noticing how you took a tiny step back as you avoided her gaze. “She also told me you were free this weekend. So, we’re going on a date.”

That made you choke, literally. Spit getting stuck in your throat as you began to cough roughly, crouching down and hiding. Feeling your cheeks only redden with the sound of Maddy’s giggling to be heard.

She wanted to go on a date? What the fuck was happening?

Once you had regained your bearings, you stood back up and licked your dry lips. “I- I don’t know what planet Jules lives on, but I-I’m not free-”

“Y/n,” Maddy sighed, slowly making her way around the counter with your eyes following her anxiously.

“I mean, I have homework, my job-”

“Y/n.” She got closer.

“And Elliot also needs my help with a Chem assignment and h-he is no bright bulb in the bunch-”

Your words were halted when Maddy pressed you to the edge of the counter with her arms on either side of you. Trapping you in her gaze that was hooded with amusement and maybe the faintest amount of lust. It was truly something to behold, but you were hanging on by a thread now. Heart hammering against your chest and eyes wider than ever before. What didn’t help was the sudden tension in your pants that just had to happen at the worst possible time.

At this point, Maddy finally noticed the slight height differences between the two of you. She was at least half an inch shorter, but she guaranteed that when you took off your shoes, the two of you would be at similar heights. Which only brewed salacious thoughts to appear in her mind as to what she wanted to do after the date. “We both know you don’t have anything going on, sweetheart.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, doing your best to hold the gaze with the rather intimidating girl, who grinned. “So, how about we forget you trying to opt out because you are scared of me, ‘kay?” Her fingers hooked in the loops of your pants and gently tugged you forward. A whimper falls from your lips, making your eyes shoot wide with a hand clamping over your lips with your cheek brightening.

The sound only made Maddy smirk as wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled. “I’ll get you at 6 tomorrow, alright?” You gave a meek nod, making Maddy chuckle as she gently scratched at your waist. Her eyes were slightly squinty as she stared contently at your embarrassed features. “I’m going to make you mine, Y/n. Believe me when I say that.”

And as quick as her warmth had invaded your senses, it was gone in a matter of seconds. Her departure was sounded by the bell above the entrance that allowed you to finally let out a breath. A shaky smile formed on your lips as you toyed with your rings.

You may not have realized it, but you were already hers by the moment you first saw her.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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hii this request is for Smut Night!

Could you please do elliot (euphoria), “eyes on me,” “why are you such a tease?”, “tell me what you want” and the situation is one bed?

I got you buddy, this is such a good combination!

I didn't realize that when Rue and Jules invited Elliot and I over for a sleepover that Elliot and I would end up in Jules' guest room, unsupervised, with one bed. But I guess, in the grand scheme of things, I should be glad it worked out that way.

"How are you this good at that and how didn't I know." I moan, gripping onto Elliots curls as he grips onto my hips, every thrust he makes going deeper and deeper than the previous bunch. My hips jump to desperately meet his, trying to get an ounce more of stimulation to further this along but he has no interest in making this quick.

"Stop squirming and tell me what you want." Elliot whispers lowly, his lips dragging against my heated skin as I moan out embarrassingly loud, Elliot's hand coming up to cover my lips. "I guess you can't exactly ask for what you want when you can't put words together, huh?" He teases and my eyes roll instinctively at him but it only makes his thrusts slow, his hips rolling into mine at a painfully slow rate that has me trembling against him.

After a few minutes of torture, he removes his hand and makes a sly comment about wanting to hear me, his hips snapping against mine at his previous, steady pace.

"Why are you such a tease?" I quiz, nails dragging down his back and he groans against my lips, biting playfully at my bottom lip.

"Cuz it's fun and you take it so well." He grins, his eyes flickering back and forth between mine as I raise my thighs to wrap around his hips, holding him tightly to me. My eyes seem to roll back into my head as he reaches new depths of me, new spots that I never knew existed before this accidental night. "Hey," he tuts, pressing a loving kiss to my cheek before wrapping his finger around my chin, forcing me to look up at him, "eyes on me."

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admireforever · 5 months

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Euphoria (s01e05)

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zoecsarts · 5 months

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rue & jules

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ripesinner · 2 years

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my sun, and all of my flowers: you.

twinflames, for mine, @vanirgo

dani & jamie, the haunting of bly manor / letters to Sartre — Simone de Beauvoir / jules & rue, euphoria / ryan & shane, buzzfeed / wildflowers — tom perry / I loved you before I was born — Li-Young Lee / Eurpides — Anne Carson / maeve & aimee, sex education (gif source unknown, found on pinterest) / my kingdom for a murmur of fanfare — Kaveh Akbar / nancy & robin, stranger things / Song of Achilles — Madeline Miller / Sue Zhao / casey & izzie, atypical / sirius & remus — harry potter franchise

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aliferousdreamer · 9 months

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here is my rue bennett playlist 🎧💧

thanks to anyone who listens!! ♡♡♡

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secretsdeblackthornhall · 2 months

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De Emma à Cristina

Chère Cristina,

Je suis désolée, je suis désolée, vraiment désolée ! Je me rends compte que le message que je viens de t’envoyer n’a ni queue ni tête, alors après l’avoir lu, jette-le et lis cette lettre. J’étais un peu hystérique quand je l’ai écrit ; je voulais tout te raconter au sujet de Mina qui avait disparue pendant plusieurs jours, mais je ne pouvais pas. Et quand j’ai pu, je me suis complétement déchargée. Encore une fois, désolée.

C’était horrible de ne pas pouvoir te parler de ce qu’il se passait. J’ai toujours détesté la politique, je ne t’apprends rien… mais même si ta situation (et celle de Mark) est inhabituelle, la Cour des Lumières considère certainement que vous faites partie de la suite de Kieran, et on nous avait formellement interdit de révéler à l’une ou l’autre Cour que Mina avait été enlevée dans sa propre chambre à Blackthorn Hall. Et nous avons obéi à la lettre.

Alors, il s’avère que la personne qui avait organisé l’enlèvement était Mère Hawthorn, la nourrice de la Première Héritière, qui a choisi d’épouser un Chasseur d’Ombres. Depuis, elle a eu des relations compliquées avec les Chasseurs d’Ombres, surtout avec les Herondale (qui n’a pas de relations compliquées avec les Herondale, on se le demande). Et là elle exigeait de parler à Kit comme condition pour que nous puissions récupérer Mina.

Personne ne voulait que Kit y aille, même si nous avions tous terriblement peur pour Mina. Mais il était résolu. On ne pouvait pas l’arrêter. Nous avons donc trouvé un arrangement grâce à quelques elfes intermédiaires pour que Kit rencontre Mère Hawthorn. Elle avait demandé à ce que le rendez-vous ait lieu près de l’eau d’un fleuve, alors nous sommes allés à la Promenade de Chiswick. Il y a un minuscule parc là-bas, et un petit kiosque à musique. Tous ensemble (Julian et moi, Tessa, Jem et Kit), nous y sommes allés sans dire un mot et avec des mines sombres. Tessa n’arrêtait pas de caresser Kit dans le dos, et c’était évident qu’elle essayait de ne pas pleurer. Jem avait l’air de vouloir tuer quelqu’un. Kit avait simplement l’air déterminé. Et Jules… je parlerai de Jules après.

Nous sommes restés un peu en arrière pendant que Kit traversait la pelouse pour rejoindre le kiosque. A son approche, Mère Hawthorn est apparue de derrière les arbres, avec Mina dans les bras, et s’est avancée vers lui.

Jules et moi nous sommes crispés, au cas où Jem ou Tessa se serait rué vers le bébé. Nous n’aurions pas pu leur en vouloir, mais nous savions que ce n’était pas possible. Kit devait pouvoir récupérer Mina sans violence. Tout ce que je peux dire, c’est qu’on voit qu’ils ont enduré d’innombrables épreuves tous les deux au cours de leur longue vie. Ils se serraient les mains, immobiles, mais c’était clair qu’ils avaient désespérément envie de courir vers leurs enfants. Ils faisaient preuve d’un incroyable sang-froid, et ça me brisait le cœur.

Kit et Mère Hawthorn se sont rejoints devant le kiosque. Evidemment nous n’entendions pas leur conversation, mais nous avons tout de suite vu Mina tendre les bras vers Kit. Il a tenté de la prendre, mais Mère Hawthorn s’est interposée. Elle n’avait pas du tout l’intention de la rendre et ils ont commencé à se disputer. Je voyais à quel point Kit était énervé même s’il essayait de garder son calme. Il n’arrêtait pas de faire non de la tête, presque à chaque fois que Mère Hawthorn prenait la parole.

Bref, ça a duré quelques minutes, puis Mère Hawthorn s’est mise à rire. Elle a tourné la tête (elle nous voyait, évidemment, et s’en moquait) et a claqué des doigts. Kit est tombé à la renverse ; il a fait une pirouette et s’est relevé. Mais des tiges noires émergeaient du sol, s’attaquaient à lui et s’enroulaient autour de ses jambes. Mina criait si fort que nous l’entendions.

- C’en est assez, a rugi Jem.

Il s’apprêtait à traverser la rue, mais Julian a posé une main sur son épaule.

- Attends, lui a-t-il dit.

Nous l’avons tous regardé, interloqués. Tu sais que j’ai une confiance absolue en Julian, mais pendant une seconde, même moi je me suis demandée s’il était devenu fou.

Et ensuite. Et ensuite il y a eu un énooorme bruit. J’ai d’abord cru que c’était un hélicoptère, ou peut-être plusieurs hélicoptères, mais ensuite j’ai compris que non, le bruit était plus étrange que ça… c’était des sabots qui frappaient le ciel. Ils sont passés au-dessus de nous… c’était Gwyn et Diana ! Enfin, c’était toute la Chasse Sauvage, ils étaient plus d’une vingtaine, certains sur des chevaux, d’autres sur des créatures ailées que je n’avais encore jamais vues. Mais à l’avant galopait Gwyn, et Diana était sur un autre cheval derrière lui, ses cheveux flottant au vent.

Diana est descendue en piqué et s’est emparée de Mina dans les bras de Mère Hawthorn. Gwyn la suivait et a saisi Mère Hawthorn d’un bras (ce gars est assez costaud, on dirait) et l’a jetée sur le dos de son cheval. Ça paraissait plutôt dangereux pour Mère Hawthorn, mais bon, on n’a pas beaucoup de sympathie pour les kidnappeuses.

Diana est descendue en piqué (c’est le truc de la Chasse Sauvage, les descentes en piqué, tu te souviens) sur nous, et a délicatement rendue Mina à Jem et Tessa. Puis Diana nous a fait un clin d’œil et est repartie dans le ciel. Elle, Gwyn et le reste de la Chasse Sauvage ont galopé plus vite que je ne le croyais possible. Je pense qu’ils devaient éloigner Mère Hawthorn de nous, ce qui était logique. En un rien de temps, ils avaient disparu dans les nuages.

Je dois dire que le clin d’œil de Diana était vraiment cool. Je me rends compte que ça me manque un peu de faire des trucs cools. Je crois que j’irai dans le jardin avec Cortana ce soir pour sévèrement décapiter des mauvaises herbes.

Enfin bref. Kit nous rejoignait en courant, Tessa pleurait de soulagement et Jem ne quittait pas des yeux l’endroit où la Chasse Sauvage avait disparue. Mina, évidemment, se portait à merveille. Elle répétait « Cheval ! Cheval ! », c’était hilarant, puis Kit est arrivé et l’a cajolée. Julian et moi nous sommes éloignés pour les laisser se retrouver tous les quatre.

Julian avait une de ces expressions sur le visage et j’ai eu une intuition :

- C’était toi, non ? Tu as contacté la Chasse Sauvage ?

Il a haussé les épaules :

- Mère Hawthorn avait dit de ne contacter ni la Cour des Lumières ni celle des Ténèbres, mais la Chasse Sauvage n’appartient à aucune. Ils n’ont prêté allégeance à personne.

- Mère Hawthorn non plus, ai-je répondu. Donc tu as dit quelque chose comme « Fées sauvages, venez récupérer votre amie sauvage, elle devient trop sauvage » ?

- C’était l’idée.

Il a dit ça d’un ton désinvolte, mais je voyais qu’il était fier de lui. Et oui, d’accord, j’étais fier de lui aussi, ce que je lui ai dit.

Sur le chemin du retour, nous avons demandé à Kit ce que Mère Hawthorn lui voulait. Il a expliqué qu’elle voulait lui dire qu’il était le descendant de la première tu-sais-qui (je sais que Kieran t’a parlé de l’héritage elfique de Kit, mais pas de tout, et peu de gens savent) et qu’elle était venue le chercher pour qu’il aille vivre au Royaume des Fées là où était sa place. Il a essayé de lui faire comprendre qu’il n’avait aucune envie de vivre au Royaume des Fées, que sa vie actuelle lui convenait (mais il a dit ça en regardant Jem et Tessa, et je crois qu’il préférait dire « convenir » plutôt que ce qu’il ressent vraiment, qui est bien plus que ça). Elle lui répétait que c’était son destin et son devoir, son avenir le rattrapera bien assez vite s’il ne s’y pliait pas, bla bla bla, des trucs de fées, tu sais comment elles sont. (Oh, ne le prend pas mal si tu lis aussi, Kieran.)

Mais je crois qu’il ne disait pas toute la vérité, parce que Mère Hawthorn s’est donnée beaucoup de mal simplement pour envoyer un tel message. Enfin, elle aurait pu écrire ça sur une carte postale. Ce n’était rien que Kit ne savait pas déjà pour ainsi dire. Je suis certaine qu’elle en a dit davantage que Kit ne souhaite pas révéler, je le voyais à son regard. J’espère qu’il le dira à Jem et Tessa, quand il sera prêt. Au moins, nous pouvons être sûrs que Gwyn fera en sorte que Mère Hawthorn le laisse tranquille… un souci de moins.

Ce sont toutes les nouvelles que j’ai, et je suis tellement soulagée de pouvoir enfin t’en parler. Je suppose que si Kieran veut en savoir plus, il devrait contacter Gwyn. Je crois t’avoir dit tout ce que je sais.

Prends soin de toi, et nous nous reparlerons bientôt. Embrasse K et M pour moi !

Emma

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