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Abby Anderson | The escape
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Hey! You asked for individual character requests, so how about Vex x Reader (I thought I’d give you a break from EXU as well), where the reader has a massive crush on Vex, but is unfortunately really scared of Trinket? And maybe something about Vex helping them to relax and bond? Thanks regardless! I love your writing x
Thanks for requesting! This was definitely a fun one to write so I hope you enjoy! 😘
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You may or may not like Vex. Okay, maybe a but more than just like, closer to a major crush but how could you not? Vex’s intelligent, quick-witted, drop dead gorgeous and don’t even get started on the woman’s charm or you might just swoon. Gods above, you’ve fallen for the half-elf hard. The worst part; you know she likes you too. She’s stated so several times, flirting with you more than anyone else and not just to get something from you. She’s not shy about it and takes every opportunity she can get to make you blush. It’s great, or would be great were it not for your very reasonable fear for big hulking bears and Vex just happens to call one such bear her closest of buddies if not closer to a fur baby.
You’re not sure what to do. Trinket, you know, is nothing short of lovely but you cannot get over your fears no matter how much you may like Vex. You’ve kept your distance and retreated within your shell every time the big grizzly is around. Bears are scary. Sharp claws and teeth, super strong. They can climb, swim and run. They’re great trackers too so there’s really no getting away from them.
“Darling, do you have a moment?” You’re seated at the table scribbling away on some paperwork you needed to take care of. Someone has to assure there’s any food and drink left after Grog has one of his solo exclusive parties again. They’re not really parties and only consist of him inviting Scanlan and Vax for a night of binging food and ale until the sun comes up but you’re always out of groceries right after.
Vex peaks around the corner leaning on the doorpost arms crossed. You put down your pen and nod. Vex nods her own head to the hallways behind her and you get the message getting up and following her to wherever she’s leading you. There’s a determination in her step but she tries to cover everything else which leaves you worried just a bit. What’s she up to?
“Vex, where are we going?” You fall in line next to her as you begin to ascend the stairs.
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve found the perfect sight I think you might enjoy and simply wouldn’t want you to miss out before the weather changes. I’d like to discuss some things with you too so, two birds one stone?” Okay that does sound like a reasonable explanation. Maybe almost a little too reasonable now you think of it. You continue walking until you’re stopped in front of a door, Vex opens it and allows you to step in.
Immediately you see the late afternoon sun shine through the clouds, casting rays of golden light upon the landscape contrasting with the darkened grey of the rain ahead. It’s an absolutely beautiful sight. You enter the room walking up to the window as Vex steps in and closes the door behind her. You hear a grumble and a soft but forceful ‘shh’ behind you.
“Just my stomach. I’m afraid I haven’t had lunch yet. Would you like to enjoy some with me?” You turn around at the offer, seeing the table to the side set with lunch for two and a huge plate of fresh fish. A brown grizzly tries to nibble on the tail of one fish in an attempt to pull it off the plates without his momma noticing and is quickly scolded.
“Trinket! What did I say! Stay hidden!” Vex scolds the bear as you squeal making a break for the door but Vex is quicker and grabs you by the arms stroking your shoulders in a calming motion as Trinket growls in shame, for disappointing Vex and being tempted by the delicious fish.
“Let me go, Vex.” You almost beg and Vex offers you a sad smile.
“I’m afraid I can’t just yet. I wanted to ease you into this but as we’re a bit short on time, we’ll have to take this route. Now calm down, just breathe, in and out. That’s it.” You do as she says, Vex guiding you and preventing a mental breakdown of being face to face with your fear in an enclosed space. Her presence makes it a little better knowing she at least is able to control Trinket to an extend and you know he won’t attack you outright but doesn’t get rid of the fear.
“Now, are you alright to sit down or am I going to have to tie you up to prevent you from running? I’m not opposed to the latter but I think we’d both prefer better circumstances.” Vex jokes, or half jokes. You know her well enough for that. You nod and she guides you over to the table, sitting you down on one chair while taking the other next to you, rubbing circles in your back to keep some nerves at bay as trinket makes himself comfortable, laying down, eyes closed but occasionally peaking, pretending to be asleep, much akin to a young child having been told to go to bed.
“Shall we eat?” Vex gestures to the set table and you have to admit the food does look divine, maybe minus the plate of fish though. You look between her and Trinket. You can do this. You’ve been in the same space as Trinket plenty of times before. Granted, those times the spaces were much bigger and there were several people between you and the bear at all times.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I could do with some food.” Your voice shakes but Vex smiles anyway. Small steps are better than none at all. She half expected you to have made a break for the window. She took all the precautions and ‘fear-proofed’ the room just in case. Awkwardly you’re eating and if Vex has learned one thing from animals is they don’t eat when they really mistrust the company, so people can’t be much different right? Vex attempts small talk asking you about your day and such and while you replied you always keep an eye on Trinket not so successfully pretending to be a sleep even mustering a fake snore.
Halfway through Vex keeps staring at you absentmindedly playing with her food leaning her chin upon her enclosed fist. She’s got plenty of ideas running through her head but all are circumstantial. Maybe she’ll go for a hail Mary.
“Darling, do you trust me?” The question makes you look at her confused. Have you done anything to show that you don’t? You don’t think so.
“Of course I do. You’ve saved my life more than I can count. I trust you more than anyone.” You admit a bit wary of where this is going but it’s Vex and what you said is true.
“Could you close your eyes for me?” You look between her and Trinket biting your lip. You do trust Vex but within your own head a battle between that love and trust for her and your fear for the big fuzzy animal rages on. What are you supposed to do?
Vex sees your struggle and gets up from her seat. She gracefully walks around the table making sure your eyes stay focussed on her and kneels down in front of you. Taking both of your hands in hers she squeezes them softly and gives you a gentle comforting smile.
“I want you to know your trust is not misplaced so I’ll give you this.” Vex takes the necklace from her neck and puts it around yours.
“Now I want this back when we leave this room but for now you’re in control of it. Will you close your eyes for me?” She asks once more. Her expression says enough to let you know if you don’t want this you don’t have to and literally anything but closing your eyes will show her you’re not ready yet and that would be okay. There’s no shame in taking small steps or finding a different approach. She’d come to terms with that too but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved and happy when you nodded and closed your eyes.
Darkness. That’s all you see, and the occasional movement of light outside bleeding through distorting that darkness from time to time. You’re hyper focused on your other senses and you’re unsure wether that be because of closing one sense off or because you’re practically shaking with fear awaiting for that fight or flight reaction to kick in. You smell the sweet fruit from your plate, the gentle kick of the fermented grape juice, and of course the slight saltiness of fresh fish. You hear a grumbled moan and the sound of paws-no sharp nails hitting the fine stone floor step by step almost drowned out by the soft whispers of encouragement of Vex.
Trinket, as quietly and carefully as he can makes his way over to you. Vex shushes him a couple of times and the bear loyalty obeys the commands, laying down at your side. Vex takes one of your hands and you jump a little when she does so she turns to rubbing circles in the back of it as she guides your hand away from your lap towards Trinket.
“You’re doing great.” Vex can feel the gentle shake of your hand but you don’t resist so very slowly she guides you towards Trinket until your fingers touch his fur. You breathe in sharply holding your breath upon contact and freeze up, waiting for something to happen, be that a sharp claw slashing out at you, teeth munching down on you, a roar in your face but none of these come. Even Trinket awaits in suspense for your responses, his bear senses giving him enough insight in your discomfort.
Once you’ve gotten a moment to adjust Vex takes her hand off yours watching both you and Trinket. You don’t dare open your eyes yet but in the back of your mind you hear words of encouragement. You’re doing great. You got this and before you know it your fingers glide, all be it a little rigid and awkwardly, through Trinket’s fur.
“Perfect, darling. You’re doing absolutely wonderful.” You nod afraid to speak and break the spell you definitely must be under with this newfound courage.
Vex couldn’t be more proud of you. When you walked in here she wasn’t even sure she could have you be in the same room as Trinket for more than ten minutes and now you’re petting the bear. She watches as you slowly peak through one eye and when you deem the coast clear open the other too watching in amazement.
“He’s so soft…” You breathe barely audible and Vex laughs. Trinket grumbles at the compliment making you pull away your hand and jump a little but when no repercussion comes you put it back and continue petting the bear, who begins purring softly almost akin to an oversized cat. You can still feel your heartbeat in your throat but this is going relatively okay until you begin seeing spots and you start feeling dizzy. Vex notices and pulls your hand away from Trinket offering you your glass.
“Maybe that’s enough for now? We’ll take it easy.” You nod and feel the nerves subside as Trinket returns to his comfy spot by the window. It may be best not to push your luck and drive yourself into a panic attack.
“Don’t worry, darling. Before you know it we’ll have you riding into battle on Trinket’s back. Won’t you like that Trinket?” She shouts over her shoulder to the bear who replies in a happy moan. Vex pours you another glass of wine after she watches the colour drain from your face. Let’s stick to small steps. But for now, the first ones have been taken. Besides, she can’t deny you’ll look absolutely marvellous riding into battle on her favourite Trinket.
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Rhea Ripley Can Kick My Ass Any Day (Rhea Ripley x Reader)
Anonymous Request: Can you please do more rhea x reader? 😍
After your secret Twitter is discovered, by some fans. along with some tweets about a certain former NXT Champion come to light, Rhea Ripley takes it upon herself to tease you relentlessly, teasing which transmissions into something neither of you ever imagined.
This is a pretty lengthy fic, pleaseeeeeeeee enjoyyyy!
“I’d be ABSOLUTELY fine if Rhea Ripley kicked my ass, and I’d thank her after she did it.”
You're overcome with nausea as you once again, read the Tweet that had resurfaced that same day, a Tweet that you HOPED no one would ever see.
You weren’t sure HOW it happened, but fans were able to find your secret Twitter, a Twitter you’d used and had been currently using for a long time.
Unfortunately for you, it HADN’T been set to Private, big mistake.
You throw your head back with a groan, covering your blood red face with your hands.
“Please kill me.”
“Now why would anyone do that darlin?”
Your eyes widen, but you make no move to sit up, only shaking your head rapidly.
“No, no, not you.” You mumble, Rhea letting out a breathy chuckle.
“Sorry to disappoint you mate, but it’s me.”
You remain still, doing your best not to move, hoping she goes away.
“You know I can still see you, right?” She laughs and you whine.
“I was hoping I’d disappear.”
Rhea snorts.
“I’d rather you didn’t do that; I haven’t got to kick your ass yet.”
“Stopppppppppppp.” You pout, the woman smirking as you pull your hands away from your face.
“There she is!” She beams, gripping the sides of her vest, her smirk on display.
“Sorry Y/N, you’ll have to get your jollies off elsewhere, I won’t be beating you up anytime soon.”
“Ummm, that’s...” You swallow hard.
“A shame I know, since it sounds like you’d be REALLY into it.”
You groan, LOUDLY, making a break for it, sprinting passed Rhea and down the hallway.
“Awwww, come back darling!” She calls out, but you only quicken your pace, eventually rushing out of sight.
***
“There she is!”
You stiffen at the familiar Australian accent; you bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“Now how could I kick your ass when you make adorable faces like that?” Rhea asks and you blush, rolling your eyes.
“It’s not adorable.” You murmur, the woman leaning in rather close, the smell of the minty gum in her mouth making you swallow.
“Didn’t quite catch that.”
“I’m not adorable.”
Rhea scoffs.
“Could’ve fooled me.”
You make your way out of catering, the two of you walking side by side through the backstage area.
“So, you’re following me now?” You ask, the Aussie shrugging.
“Maybe I’m going the same way, and you’re following me?” She grins and you roll your eyes.
Your phone chimes in your pocket and your brows furrow, eyes wide when you realize it’s from Twitter, a Tweet that has not only you, but Rhea Ripley tagged in it.
You stop in the middle of the hallway, eyes wide as you read the tweet, your cheeks flushing darker with each passing second.
“Wh-What is this!?” You hold your phone out, Rhea smirking when she realizes it’s an article based on a Tweet she’d posted the following day.
Rhea shrugs.
“Oh, that’s just my response to your Tweet.” She shrugs nonchalantly and you shake your head, turning your phone back to you, again reading the one worded Tweet, over and over and over again.
Intriguing.
You pick your head up, just catching sight of Rhea, the woman backing down the hallway, a smirk on her face.
You shake your head.
“What the fuck.”
***
“Hey masochist.”
You lob a grape at Rhea, the woman catching it in her mouth with ease.
“Goddamn it, why is everything you do attractive.” You mumble to yourself, Rhea smirking as she makes her way towards you.
“What was that?” She asks, chomping on the grape and you shake your head.
“N-Nothing.”
Rhea grins, her pearly white teeth on display, the woman childishly sticking her tongue out at you.
“Sureeee mate, sure.”
You huff in annoyance, marching away with flushed cheeks.
“Awww, come back, I was kidding!” Rhea calls after you, but you make an abrupt departure, doing your best to hide your flushed cheeks.
Unfortunately for you, she’d caught up to you, the woman grabbing your wrist, stopping you.
“Aye, I promise, I was just kidding.”
You turn to face Rhea, shuffling nervously from foot to foot, something she immediately finds endearing.
“I know I just...” You shrug, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you shake your head.
“N-Nevermind.”
Rhea frowns, watching as you make a hasty retreat.
She rubs the back of her neck.
“Goddamn it.”
***
“He-Hey, uhhh, Y/N.”
You turn, smiling softly when you see Rhea’s holding a muffin.
“I-I heard you say one time that you loved these, but they’re always out at catering, and uhh...”
You smile softly, dropping the towel you’d been using to blot the sweat off of you after a hard-fought match against Liv Morgan.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You smile softly, the woman shrugging.
“I wanted to.”
Rhea smiles as you take it, your eyes lighting up as you stare at the perfectly baked muffin.
“I also wanted to say I’m sorry...”
Your brows furrow as you look up at Rhea, the woman not making eye contact.
“Fo-For all the teasing... I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...”
Rhea stops mid-sentence when you grip her muscular bicep, the woman’s eyes widening.
“It’s alright.” You whisper, nodding to the blueberry muffin in your hand.
“You’re forgiven.”
Rhea chuckles, a grin stretching across her face. She nods towards the curtain.
“I better get to the ring. See you after?”
You nod.
“Of course.”
You watch the woman go, smiling softly, your eyes widening when you feel the butterflies in your stomach coming to life.
“Oh shit.”
You glance down at the muffin in your hand for a moment before you take a big bite out of the baked good.
“Mmmmm.” You hum as you move through the backstage area, catching sight of Rhea flipping her hair during her entrance, your stomach again filling with butterflies.
“Oh shit.” You say through a mouthful of food, wondering how on EARTH you were going to handle having a crush on The Nightmare, Rhea Ripley.
***
It had started gradually at first Rhea had noticed you were stiffer each and every time you’d spent time together, she watched as you slowly begun to change, a change she couldn’t say she liked.
You were pulling away from her, the more you pulled away, the more her heart yearned for you to come back.
Rhea liked you, in a way she rarely liked anyone, in a way that was leading to something more than friendship.
Being with you made Rhea’s heart skip a beat, your smile, your laugh making her heart stutter in her chest.
As of late though, she’d watched you morph into someone she didn’t recognize, someone who no longer laughed like she had, no longer smiled like she had and Rhea was determined to find out why.
It was in watching you that she noticed the way you’d look at her when you thought she wasn’t looking, the woman you’d smile as you eyed her intently, turning away abruptly when she’d turn to face you.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t hope that meant you felt the same way, she knew deep down though, that you didn’t.
How could you?
You were so, you and she was so... Her.
Rhea’s pulled out of her daze by your phone chiming loudly, the woman watching as you scan its screen before frowning sadly, dropping your phone back on the crate you’re currently sitting on.
“What’s wrong darling?” Rhea asks curiously, earning a shake of the head in return.
“N-Nothing...” You stammer, the woman humming, knowing full well you’re lying.
“Well, look who it is.”
You stiffen at the familiar voice, followed by a cackle you know all too well.
Bayley and Sasha Banks make their way towards you, draped in gold, the two women snickering.
“Ohh, look, Y/N the nobody and Rhea the ‘nightmare.’” Sasha feigns fear and you roll your eyes, Bayley cackling loudly.
“DING DONG! Ever since you lost the NXT Title to Charlotte, you’ve fallen to the bottom of the food chain, I mean, Aaliyah?” Bayley snorts.
“I suppose that’s why you’ve been spending time with Y/N, you’re used to being around Aaliyah and that’s not a big di-
Suddenly Rhea jumps to her feet, less than an inch between her and Bayley.
“You keep your mouth shut about her, or I’ll show you what a nightmare I can really be.” She snarls angrily, turning towards you, taking your hand and dragging you away, leaving Bayley and Sasha behind, the two women watching nervously as you take your leave.
Rhea gives your hand a squeeze.
“Who do they think they are talking to you like that?” She snarls. “They’re gonna regret that, I fuckin promise.”
Your eyes widen as you watch Rhea rage, mumbling angrily under her breath as the two of you move through the backstage area, still hand in hand.
You’d be lying if you said protective Rhea didn’t make your heart race.
Yes, it was a Tweet that brought the two of you together, a Tweet you posted in the spur of the moment, a Tweet that brought you closer to the woman you were hopelessly crushing on.
A woman you were falling for.
***
Rhea’s words weren’t just words at all, they were a promise, a promise she’d kept when the following week she’d lodged an attack against the WWE Women’s Tag Team Champions, beating them down backstage as the fans cheered.
The second the beatdown ends, Rhea leans down, whispering something to the two women that the cameras don’t quite catch, the woman taking her leave.
She struts though the backstage area, glaring at anyone and everyone who gets in her way, that is, until she gets to you.
The woman’s scowl instantly shifting into a smile.
“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly, the woman nodding.
“Just fine.”
You shake your head, playfully smacking Rhea in the arm, the woman’s brows arched in surprise.
“Why did you attack them?” You huff, the woman shrugging.
“They aren’t gonna talk to you like that.” Rhea shakes her head. “Not while I’m around.”
Your eyes widen, cheeks flushing pink as your search Rhea’s face, noting the obvious hints of anger in her expression.
“Still, you didn’t have to do that for me...” You whisper, the woman shaking her head.
“I didn’t have to, I wanted to, and I’d do it all over again.” Rhea snarls, sending Bayley a kick when she attempts to get up.
You’re unable to bite back a smile when Rhea yells at the woman, scream at Sasha who has crawled over to the Smackdown Women’s Champion.
You smirk, making your way towards the two women laying on the backstage floor.
“If Rhea’s up for it, let’s see how much of a nobody I am, you wouldn’t be scared to put these...” You tap one of the nearby WWE Women’s Tag-Team titles. “On the line.”
Bayley and Sasha glancing at one another as Rhea smirks cockily.
“Yeah, I mean, if I’m a has been and she’s a nobody, you shouldn’t be scared, right?” She asks, noting the hint of fear in Bayley and Sasha’s eyes.
“You have to earn a-
“Sounds like someone’s afraid to me.” You shrug, turning to Rhea with a grin.
“We are NOT afraid of two nothings like you!” Bayley yells.
“YOU’RE ON.” Sasha snarls from her place on the floor, you and Rhea sharing a glance, the two of you leaning in.
“See you at SummerSlam.” She smirks and you chuckle.
“You just made the biggest mistake of your life.”
***
Challenging Bayley and Sasha for the Tag Team Titles hadn’t been the plan, but here you were, an opportunity at the Tag Team Titles a few weeks away at SummerSlam.
“WELL.” Rhea sighs, a smirk on her face as she makes her way towards you. “That didn’t go as I planned, but can’t say I’m complaining.”
Rhea leans against the wall beside you, resting her elbow on your shoulder.
“Think you could handle being my tag team partner?” She asks with a small smile and you hum, shrugging.
“Ehhh, I think I can handle you Ripley.”
Rhea smirks, that smirk splitting into a cocky grin.
“Oh? Can you mate?” She laughs, your cheeks flushing at the prospect of what she might mean.
“Oh, I definitely can.” You smirk, the woman’s brows arching before she laughs.
“We’ll see about that.”
***
Unfortunately, you had a few weeks between you, Rhea and SummerSlam, which gave Bayley and Sasha the PERFECT opportunity to strike.
And strike they did, while Rhea Ripley was otherwise preoccupied, or in this case, in the ring.
In typical WWE fashion, you’re jumped while in an interview with Charly Caruso, the woman jumping out of the way as Sasha and Bayley begin their assault, knocking you down before stomping you into the backstage floor.
You jump to your feet, shoving Sasha back into a nearby crate, flipping around, to grab Bayley, throwing her into the blue haired woman.
The second they smash into each other you find another crate, rolling it at the two of them, smashing them between the two boxes, the women crying out before they both crash to the floor.
You stand over them, panting heavily as you glare down at the two women.
Suddenly, Rhea comes running out of nowhere, the woman grinding to a halt when she realizes both women are down.
You duck down, grabbing the Tag-Team Titles, tossing one to Rhea, the two of you holding the titles high above your heads.
“See you at SummerSlam.” You growl, throwing the title on top of Bayley and Sasha, Rhea following suit.
Rhea shakes her head with a grin as the two of you walk away, the woman slipping an arm around your shoulders.
“Should’ve known you would’ve been able to take care of yourself.”
You lean against her, the woman’s cheeks flushing pink.
“Should’ve known better Ripley.” You shake your head, glancing at her out of the corner of your eye.
“Should’ve known better.”
***
Unfortunately for you, you would EVENTUALLY be caught off guard, The Role Model and The Blueprint getting the upper hand.
You hear the fan’s booing before you realize who’s behind you.
You wince, the kendo stick smacking you hard in the back with a sickening crunch, that smack followed by another, and another, and another, that is until Rhea races down the ramp, chair in hand sending the pair scrambling out into to the audience, the pair smirking triumphantly, though the smirks are wiped off their face when they see the look on Rhea’s, the woman’s lip curled in a snarl when she sees the welts forming on your back.
“You two just made the biggest mistake of your fucking lives.” Rhea whispers as she helps you to your feet, you leaning heavily against her.
“I’ve got you.” She whispers, her eyes still on Sasha and Bayley as she helps you out of the ring, the two of you backing up, up the ramp, Rhea’s angry blue orbs on the two women who are smart enough to stay hidden in the crowd.
“Let’s get you to the trainer’s room.” Rhea frowns at the pained look on your face.
“We’ll get them back Y/N, I promise.”
Rhea helps you through the backstage area and into the trainer’s room, the woman shooing off the trainer after he’s given her the necessities to treat your welt covered and bleeding back.
“Shit.” Rhea mumbles the second she gets a good look at your injured back, each of the welts on your back each having a thin line of blood in the middle.
Rhea frowns, dabbing the cotton ball covered in peroxide along your welts, frowning when you grimace.
“It’s okay, I’ll be done in just a second.” She whispers, frown deepening when she has to clean the deepest of gashes, the burning making you let out a gasp.
“I’m sorry love.” She whispers, cleaning the remainder of the wounds on your back, the burning sensation ebbing away.
“Better?” She asks and you nod.
“Better.”
***
A knock on your hotel room’s door that night makes you grumble, grunting as you move towards the door.
Your eyes widen when you peak through the peel hole, seeing someone you hadn’t expected to see.
You tug the door open, giving Rhea a small smile.
“Hey, what’s up?” You rasp tiredly, the woman shuffling from foot to foot.
“Just, uhhh, wanted to check on your back, if you’re okay with that.”
Your cheeks flush, eyes widening as you nod rapidly.
“Uhh, ye-yeah, sure go ahead.”
After a few seconds your eyes widen and you take a step to the side, allowing the former NXT Champion in.
“Thought I lost you there for a minute.” Rhea chuckles as she makes her way inside, glancing around the room, zeroing in on a rag in the bathroom.
“Go sit down on the bed.” She nods towards it before moving into the bathroom.
You smirk, shaking your head.
“You’re awfully bossy Ripley.”
A raspy chuckle from the other room makes your cheeks flush, the woman making her way out of the bathroom.
“You should know that by now.” She teases, flopping down on the bed beside you.
“Turn round, let’s see your back.”
You follow her instructions, pulling your shirt up, cheeks flushing when you realize you’re in fact not wearing a bra.
Luckily for you, you’re able to cover your chest with the fabric before Rhea can really see anything, though that doesn’t stop the two of you from blushing like two lovesick teenagers.
“S-S-Sorry...” You mumble, the tips of your ear's fireball red.
Rhea clears her throat, her own cheeks a deep shade of red.
“It’s okay.”
Rhea turns her attention to your back, the woman frowning at the deep red welts covering your back, the red lines in the middle of them no longer leaking blood.
“Looking better.” Rhea says, the warm cloth running down your injured back, making you sigh softly, your eyes fluttering slightly, the feel of the woman’s caress making you sleepy.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” She asks, earning a tired, incoherent mumble.
Rhea shakes her head when she realizes you’d fallen fast asleep while sitting up, the woman adjusting your shirt before she guides you back, your head hitting the pillow.
Rhea smiles as she tucks you in, the woman grinning as you mumble in your sleep, nuzzling into your pillow.
“Night Y/N.” She whispers, watching you sleep for a moment before she makes her leave, shutting the hotel room door softly behind her.
Rhea sighs, leaning back against your hotel room door, the woman’s heart skipping a beat in her chest.
She could no longer deny what she was feeling for you, no longer deny that you were the reason her heart would skip a beat, you were the best part of her day, spending time with you made Rhea happier than anything else had, and that terrified her.
She was in love with you, and she could no longer deny that.
Rhea takes a deep breath, whispering to herself.
“I love you Y/N.”
***
The following weeks passed rather quickly, and soon, you were backstage at SummerSlam, bouncing on your heels and stretching before you Tag-Team Title Match.
You smile when you spot Rhea out of the corner of your eye, grinning when you see the woman’s trademark spiked vest.
“Look at us wearing matching gear, already acting like a tag team.” You give the woman a nudge, earning a grin from the taller woman.
“Now we just have to wipe the floor with them.” She smirks cockily and you grin.
“Oh, we will.”
***
Finally, it’s time, time for you to head down to the ring, your music booming throughout the arena, the fans leaping to their feet as they cheer.
You stand on the stage, waiting for Rhea’s music to hit, the woman strutting out, hands holding her vest tightly.
Rhea looks your way, nodding, the two of you standing side by side as her music reaches its crescendo, the two of you pulling your feet into the air before stomping on the ground, the pyrotechnics shooting into the air as the fans cheer.
The two of you head down to the ring, all business as you head for one of the biggest matches of your careers.
You stand side by side in the ring, staring up the ramp, waiting for your opponents to make their presence known.
Sasha’s music hits and the stadium’s cheers turn into boos, the blue haired woman walking out onto the stage, holding her Tag-Team Championship high as Bayley’s music hits, carrying both the Tag-Team and Smackdown Women’s Championship titles, a cocky grin on her face.
“Let’s wipe that grin off their faces.”
The two of you share a nod before jumping out of the ring and heading right towards them, beating down the women before the bell can even ring.
You leave the pair in a heap on the ramp before backing up towards the ring, the cocky grins they were wearing now prominent on your faces.
You hold your hands up as the ref yells at you and Rhea, the two of you sliding in the ring, waiting for Bayley and Sasha to gather their bearings and enter the ring.
Eventually, they end up in the squared circle, the two women glaring at you angrily, teeth bared and ready for a brawl.
You rub your palms together, bouncing on your heels as you and Rhea head towards your corner, The Nightmare ducking under the ropes, allowing you to start.
“Come on bitch, let’s see who’s the nobody.” You wave Bayley over, the woman growling.
The bell rings, and the biggest fight of your career is on.
***
This match was INDEED the biggest of your career, your back slamming against the floor surrounding the ring, the fans wincing at the loud crack.
“AWWW DID THAT HURT!?” Bayley yells in your face, earning a fierce glare from yours truly.
Bayley ducks down to grab your hair, but as she’s leaning down you directly a swift kick to her shin, the woman crying out as she falls to the floor beside you.
“Did that?” You snort, the woman sending you a glare.
Meanwhile in the ring, Rhea and Sasha are going at it, trading blow for blow.
You eventually move to your feet, Bayley doing any and everything she can to keep you away from the ring, but a well-placed kick to the temple gets the woman off of you long enough so you can climb up to the ring apron, Rhea getting shoved into the corner by Sasha who does some showboating, completely missing the stealthy tag between you and Rhea.
The second Sasha turns her attention back to Rhea, dragging her out into the middle of the ring, you se your opportunity, running up behind her, grabbing the woman in an ALL TOO familiar way.
Rhea meanwhile is darting across the ring, talking Bayley to the floor and out of the ring, leaving her without of reach of her Tag-Team partner.
The fans cheer their assent as you slam Sasha to the ground, performing Rhea’s signature move, the Riptide.
Rhea grins, holding her hands in the air as you fall into the cover, the ref sliding into position.
1.
2...!
3!!!
You’re enveloped in a hug seconds later, Rhea’s arms wrapping tightly around you.
“YOUR WINNERS AND THE NEWWWWWWWW WOMEN’S TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS RHEA RIPLEY AND Y/N!!!!!!!!!”
You turn to Rhea in disbelief as the ref hands you your new titles, your first title in WWE in fact.
The two of you stand side by side, Sasha rolling out of the ring with a grimace, her best friend’s arms wrapping around you as she glares daggers into the two of you.
Rhea grins, grabbing your hand and holding it high, your new titles high in the air as you celebrate the BIGGEST win of your career.
***
“The riptide? Really?” Rhea snickers as the two of you make your way backstage, her arm slung around your shoulders.
“I couldn’t help myself.” You chuckle, your brows furrowing when Rhea stops mid-stride.
“Rhea?” You whisper, the woman taking a deep breath before turning to you.
“What is it?” You frown, brows furrowed in question.
The woman swallows hard, her title hanging over her shoulder as she stares at her shuffling feet.
“What if there was something I couldn’t help myself with?” She mumbles, and you hum, the look on her face making you nervous.
“I guess it depends on what it is...” You shrug.
Rhea nods, taking a deep breath as she steps closer to you, your eyes widening.
“It’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long while now.” She shrugs, the woman boldly cupping your cheeks.
“How long have you been waiting?” You ask, your own title secured around your waist as you cover Rhea’s hands with your own.
“Since I stole that Blueberry Muffin from Otis in catering.” She shrugs and you snort, leaning into her touch.
“You STOLE it!?”
Rhea scoffs.
“He didn’t even know it was gone.”
You lick your lips, your eyes darting from Rhea’s blue orbs to her lips and back.
“So?” You ask, your eyes darting around her face, your hands uncovering hers in favor of your arms slipping around her neck.
“Hm?” She hums, sighing as your nails scrape the back of her neck.
“That thing you were waiting so long to do, what was it?” You ask innocently, the woman smirking her hands leaving your cheeks in favor of taking your waist.
“Something like this...” She whispers, all the while leaning forwards, closing the gap between the two of you, your lips meeting in a passionate, yet tender kiss filled with nothing but longing, and adoration.
Rhea’s lips meet yours in a way as if they were made for you, and only you.
It’s in that moment that you know she’s the one for you and you are the one for her, the two of you coming together in a way that, yes, you would admit was comical, but ending up together in a way that would change your and her lives forever.
Lives you would hopefully, spend together.
The two of you reluctantly part, Y/E/C orbs fluttering open at the same time as shining blue orbs, sparkling with nothing but love.
Rhea rests her forehead against yours, the woman’s lips splitting in a grin as she brushes your nose with hers.
“I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” She confesses, her tongue swiping at her lips.
A smile stretches across your face as you cup her cheeks, leaning closing the distance between you again, but seconds before your lips meet, you whisper.
“I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
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Exorbitant
Member: Kim Seokjin
Synopsis: After being dumped by his long time girlfriend, Jin has given up on love. When his friend sets him up with a classmate, Jin thinks things have just turned in his favor. He’s in love, he’s certain. SO why is he being left on read?
Warning: Yandere themes
Headline: Stalker Sent Crush 159,000 After One Date And Threatened To Make Sushi From Kidneys
Admin: @chimchimsauce
The restaurant is fancy. Perhaps too fancy for a first date. There are glad chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and wall to wall fish tanks filled with all the fish to be slaughtered. The lighting is dim and people are quiet, only the sound of bubbling tanks in Seokjin’s ears.
Maybe this was a bad idea. After all, a year isn’t too long to still be hung up on someone is it? Is it?
Deep down he knows that it’s time to move on. Lana made it very clear to him that she never cared for him at all , and was only with him because he was in medical school. But Seokjin was entirely blinded. Lana was so beautiful that her coldness did not faze him, did not cause any alarm bells to go off in his head even when his friends warned him that she was no good. It caught him by complete surprise when he came home early one day and saw her in the midst of cheating, with one of her male friends she told him not to worry about.
He’d been in tears but Lana didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed. All she did was roll her eyes and pull the covers tight around her body, sending her man out the door and telling him that she’d meet him in a second while Seokjin lay on the floor sobbing.
It’s embarrassing every time he thinks about it. Seokjin was content to die alone, no longer believing in love. After many months of his moping, Seokjin’s childhood friend Jungkook convinced him to get back into the dating scene.
“Come on, hyung,” Jungkook said to him one day after knocking on his door to find Seokjin still in his pajamas, “This is getting sad.”
“I am sad, Jungkook,” Jin said, “My heart has been shattered.”
Seokjin slumped even further down in his chair. His mother would be furious if she saw his awful posture.
“Lana isn’t worth all this. She’s already moved onto her next victim. It’s been months, hyung! Months! You are much too good looking, young, and rich to be giving up on life this soon. Why don’t you at least try dating?”
“I don’t know, Jungkook . . .” Seokjin said, hesitant.
“I know this really nice girl in one of my classes. She saw you pick me up last week and asked about you.”
“That’s nice, Jungkook, but I’m really not -”
“I kind of already gave her your number,” Jungkook interrupts, a bashful smile on his face.
“Jungkook!” Seokjin scolds.
“I’m sorry!” Jungkook says, tossing his hands in the air, “But she’s really sweet! And pretty! And you’ve been so lonely lately, it’s bringing everyone down. Just give her a shot, hyung, please. For my snake.”
Jungkook hits Seokjin with those infamous puppy dog eyes he always gets his way with. And just like always, Seokjin relents.
“Fine!” Seokjin says, “But if I don’t like her, I don’t want you to bring it up again!”
“Deal!” Jungkook says, locking his pinky around the older man’s even though they both know he’s lying.
Later that evening, after Jungkook left Seokjin’s apartment, Jin gets a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey! This is Seokjin, right? Jungkook gave me your number.
Unknown: I hope that’s okay
Unknown: I’m YN
Jin frowned, looking at his phone. Does he really have to answer? If he ghosts her, this YN chick will probably tell Jungkook. Deciding to play along, at least for a little while, he replies.
Me: Hey!
Me: Yeah, this is Seokjin. Kookie told me he gave you my number.
Unknown: Kookie? That’s such a cute nickname haha.
Unknown: Have you guys been friends for long?
Me: Ever since we were younger. His older brother was in my grade.
And just like that, interest sparks. The two of them don’t text much for the first couple of days but soon it evolves to being on the phone for hours. They send memes back and forth and have long discussions about their favorite shows. For the first time in a long while, everything doesn’t seem quite so awful.
Seokjin snaps out of his thoughts, looking at his phone.
Did YN stand him up? She was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. Maybe she doesn’t like sushi. Maybe she was just playing with him. Maybe this is some elaborate prank played by her and Jungkook.
Seokjin thinks he’s going to be sick. He should have known better.
“Sorry I’m late!” A familiar voice calls.
Seokjin looks up and is faced with one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. Even though her hair and outfit look a little untidy, she’s absolutely gorgeous.
“I wasn’t waiting long,” Seokjin mutters, lying.
He’s captivated. He’s seen her picture several times but it’s another thing altogether to see her in person.
“Really?” YN asks, sliding into the booth across from him, “I’m glad! The bus broke down on the way here and I didn’t have any signal so I couldn’t tell you. I was worried that you thought I’d ditched you.”
“Oh, no,” Seokjin says, shaking his head, “I figured you were just a little behind.”
He laughs nervously. He hadn’t really expected things to go so far. He’s actually on a date.
“I’m glad!” YN says, straightening herself out a bit, “I’d never leave you hanging like that.”
Jin smiles.
“So,” YN says, grabbing the menu, “Have you been here before? Any recommendations?”
“This is the first time I’ve been here too,” Jin admits.
“Let’s get something different and then share,” YN suggests.
“That sounds good.”
As they look through and make their decisions, Jin can’t help but stare at her. He’s really pretty, from her face to the clothes she wears. She’s so opposite of Lana. Where Lana was stiff, YN looks relaxed and easy going.
“Is everything okay?” YN asks him, placing her menu down on the table.
“Yeah, sorry,” Jin says, “You’re just so pretty.”
YN blushes, a shy smile on her face.
“Thank you. You’re really handsome, Jin.”
His ego is now boosted. For the longest time, Jin wondered if maybe Lana dumped him because she wasn’t attracted to him. Maybe she left because he was ugly.
He can tell that YN isn’t lying. She’s so bright and honest.
“Did you decide what you wanted?” he asks her, not wanting to stare at her again and possibly make her uncomfortable.
“I’m getting the Tiger Roll,” YN says.
“I’ll get the Dynamite Roll,” Jin says a few moments later.
With their order placed, conversation flows naturally. YN talks about her family and her childhood and listens intently when Jin talks about his. In just this one date, Jin has learned so much more about YN then he ever did Lana.
And the sushi is delicious. It’s the best thing he’s ever eaten, even. Or maybe it’s just her.
When the plates have been cleaned and the bill has been presented, Jin offers to pick it up.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind splitting it,” YN says.
“Absolutely. I’d love to,” Jin says, trying his hardest to be gentlemanly.
YN smiles at him and he swears his heart stops.
“I really appreciate it,” YN says, standing up and brushing off her outfit, “This was fun.”
“Would you like to eat out again next week?” he asks her.
“I’ll have to see what my schedule looks like,” YN says.
The two of them make their way to the exit. Jin holds the door open for her.
“Make sure you let me know!” Jin says, hoping she doesn’t sound too eager.
“I will,” she says.
The moment is a little awkward. Jin wants to lean in to kiss her but she takes a small step backward, putting some distance between them.
Jin isn’t bothered. Maybe YN isn’t a kiss on the first date type of girl. Now that he thinks about it, that makes him like her even more.
The two walk down the sidewalk in front of the restaurant for a bit. It’s gotten much darker now than it was when Jin first arrived.
Jin pauses when YN stops in front of the bus stop sign.
“Would you like me to drive you? It’s gotten late.”
“I’ll be okay,” YN says, “But thank you, though.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”
YN thinks for a moment, looking at him before glancing at her watch.
“I’d really appreciate it -”
YN doesn’t even get to finish before Jin grapes her hand in his and strides towards the nearby parking lot, unlocking his fancy car and opening the door for YN. Jin doesn’t notice the slightly uncomfortable look on YN’s face, much too excited.
Today has been so much better than he could have ever hoped.
“Which way to your place?”
YN quietly gives him instructions to her dorm.
Honestly, she just wants this night to be over. When she asked Jungkook about Jin, she did it as a conversation starter, hoping to find more info about Jungkook. He’s so cute and she wanted to try and shoot her shot with him but their conversation went haywire and before she knew it, Jungkook was setting her up with his “lonely and desperate but I swear he’s attractive” friend. Trying to make the best out of the situation, she decided to talk to Jin. He’s fun to text and to chat with but she just doesn’t feel any chemistry with him.
“We’re here,” Jin says a few minutes later.
YN gets out of the car before Jin can rush to open it for her.
“Thanks a lot,” YN says, turning away from him.
She walks into the building swiftly, unaware of the gaze on her back.
Back at his apartment, Jin texts Jungkook.
Me: She’s a dream
Me: an absolute angel
Me: I think she’s the one
Kookie: the date went that well, huh? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Me: Not like that. She’s just really sweet
Kookie: I’m happy for you! I hope things work out well for the two of you!
Me: I think they will
Jin flops on his bed, sighing like a schoolgirl. It’s only been one date but he knows she’s going to be the one for him.
Opening up a different conversation, Jin clicks on the second newest one, taking a moment to change the name.
Me: I think I’m going to marry you one day
Across the city, YN’s stomach drops when she reads the text. She doesn’t know what to say to him. How do you tell someone that you’re just not into them?
Deciding to deal with it later, YN turns off her phone and heads to the bathroom. That sushi is not agreeing with her.
For the next couple of days, YN and Jin text back and forth, but it doesn’t have the same energy as it used to. Instead of replying instantly and really moving the conversation forward, YN gives short responses and takes forever to respond.
Two weeks later, she stops responding at all.
Worried that something may have happened to his love, Jin amps up his texting and calling, hoping to get through to her. He sends her a new text every hour, and then every half hour, and then every fifteen minutes until he’s texting her over a thousand times a day. At this point Jin is worried that she’s hurt.
But according to Jungkook, she’s just fine.
Me: Are you sure, Kookie?
Kookie: I just think she’s not into you Jin
Kookie: I’m sorry. I would have never set you two up if I thought it would go like this.
Jin sits on his bed, his mind swimming. Not into him? She couldn’t be! Not YN! Not after the magical time they’d had together?
Kookie: Don’t give up, I’m sure that you’ll find someone
Jin, sick to his stomach, dials YN’s phone again.
She answers.
“YN -”
“STOP CALLING ME! I DON’T LIKE YOU! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU!”
The last straw. His back is finally broken, he’s caving into himself.
“Darling,” he says after a moment.
YN quiets down. She had half expected for him to have hung up.
“Let’s go out to eat again, shall we? I’d hate to make sushi out of you.”
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Another Chance
Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago
Characters: Kim Burgess x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 2,135
Request: Can you do a Kim Burgess imagine, were you friends with her since you were little and when you moved away she was crushed so when you come back to Chicago you ask her out on a date and it's really cute, maybe a picnic date in the park? thank you lovely
Kim was one of the first people you called when you found out your job was moving you back to Chicago. You’d been friends since you were little, practically inseparable until you’d left the city for college. She’d been crushed when you left, and you’d been crushed to leave her, it was like leaving a part of yourself.
You and Kim had always just been friends, you’d never crossed that line, though you’d come pretty close once or twice. She’d visited you in college a couple of times, but then she’d become a flight attendant and you’d found a job near where you were going to school, and the two of you had lost touch.
There were still occassional phone calls, and birthday and Christmas cards, but you’d always thought of Kim as the one that got away, especially as you’d gotten older and started to understand the feelings that you’d had for her.
Now you were back in Chicago, and although you had no idea how Kim felt now, or how she felt then, you didn’t want this regret to hang over you forever. They’d told you the Chicago position at your firm could be permanent if you wanted it to be, and you’d told them you’d give it serious thought, but you’d actually just wanted to check that there was even a reason for you to stay in Chicago first.
Kim had sounded excited over the phone, but her shifts in Intelligence had her working late as your flight arrived on Friday, so you’d taken a taxi back to your hotel and thought about what you were going to say to her when you saw her in person.
You’d made plans to meet up the next day, at the park you used to picnic at as kids, and you spent way too long deliberating over what outfit you were going to wear to see her. It was ridiculous, she practically knew you better than anyone, but suddenly you were nervous.
These feelings you had for her hadn’t gone away, even after all these years, but now they were right at the surface as you rummaged through your luggage for an appropriate outfit.
When you had finally chosen some trousers and a nice blouse you looked back at your messages again, specifically the last one Kim had sent saying: ‘it’s a date’ to your proposed time to meet in the park.
Your mind had gone to the obvious places and you’d had to tell yourself over and over that she didn’t mean it that way, but as you tossed and turned that night before finally falling asleep, you’d wondered if she had meant it that way afterall.
You had packed a variety of picnic food in your bag as you crossed the familiar roads to the pack, memories of your childhood and your time spent with Kim coming flooding back to you as you wandered around the streets of Chicago, it felt like you’d never left.
There was an assortment of the foods you’d used to bring as children, as well as the more grown up food you ate now, but the nostalgia had hit you hard as you were scanning the isles of the supermarket that you’d had to grab some of the kids stuff, for old time’s sake.
It took you a second to spot Kim once you arrived, sitting on a picnic blanket under the same tree you’d both used to scale as kids. You knew why she’d picked it, you’d both carved your initials in it together when you’d graduated, as a reminder that you’d be friends for life, wherever life took you.
Your heart swelled just thinking about it as she spotted you heading over, her face lighting up as she rushed over to greet you, both of you nearly toppling over with the force of the hug. Not that you minded.
“God I’ve missed you, hi!” Kim said excitedly, wrapping her arms around you with a strength you didn’t remember her having, not before she joined the police anyway.
“I’d tell you how much I missed you too if I could breath,” you laughed as she let go, mouthing sorry but still grinning. You knew you had the same grin on your face, it was straining your cheeks but you didn’t care, you were so happy to see him. “It is so good to see you,” you told her, squeezing her arm.
“Gosh how long has it been?” She asked as she directed you to where she had been sitting, taking your bags off and taking a seat next to her on her picnic blanket.
“Too long,” you replied, removing your jacket.
“Agreed,” she said, “well you look good anyway,” she added, looking you up and down. You didn’t think you’d changed much until you’d skimmed your old year book after you’d found out you were coming home. But it had been the better part of ten years since you’d seen each other face to face like this, and you’d both changed.
“Thanks,” you shrugged, feeling a little bit of heat creep into your cheeks and hoping she wouldn’t notice in the sun as you added, “so do you, guess chasing after bad guys does you good,” she laughed. Kim did look good, you noted to yourself, and not just in her actual physical appearance either, although she definitely did. You couldn’t quite explain it, but she looked more confident, sure of her self... sexier? You shook that last thought from your head.
“Oh yeah, you definitely get in that cardio,” she joked, “how was your flight anyway, sorry I couldn’t pick you up,” she apologised but you waved her off.
“It’s not problem, really, you were busy keeping the city safe,” she had nothing to apologise for. You saw your initials carved into the tree out the corner of your eye and nodded towards it, “they wouldn’t believe us if we told them where we’d be right now,” you said, thinking back to the day you’d both snuck out late to carve your friendship in stone... well, wood.
Kim smiled fondly at the memory, “I definitely wouldn’t have believed I’d ever be a cop, especially not a cop in as high profile a unit as Intelligence, some of my family members still have a hard time believing it,” she said, tracing the letters lightly with her fingers.
“I thought I’d be waiting tables forever,” you admitted, “I felt like I BS’d by way through law school and now I’m just some fraud pretending I know what I’m talking about in the court room,” you explained.
“Waiting for the day someone finally catches on and tells us we’re not supposed to be where we are,” Kim finished for you, glancing back at you with the realisation that you both felt the same way.
She opened her mouth to say something more to you when her stomach grumbled, both laughing as you decided to get out the foods you’d brought to eat. As it turns out, you’d both brought the food you used to sneak out the house when you were younger, candy bars and chocolate that your parents had kept for special treats stuffed under your shirts and in your pockets, only to be shared with each other once you’d made it to your concealed spot at the top of the tree.
Neither of you were going to be climbing it now, but as you divided out sandwiches and snacks, and the bottle of wine Kim had brought, you couldn’t help but watch her as she poured.
You reminisced as you ate, trading stories about what you’d been up to since college and laughing at memories of your youth together, your school years and misadventures. Kim had thrown a grape at you when you’d made a comment about her embarrassing middle school bangs and you’d returned the favour when she’d brought up your disasterous first kiss, and for a while, it was like it used to be, like you were the only two people in the world.
“I’ve missed you Kim,” you said suddenly, after a little bit of a pause in conversation, your feelings and emotions getting the better of you as you reached out and squeezed her hand.
“Well then, maybe you shouldn’t have moved away.” She said it as a joke but you felt the jab, your regret about leaving her behind never really leaving you, even after all these years.
“Maybe I shouldn’t,” you admitted. Kim blinked at the sincerity of your tone, both of you forgetting that you were still holding either other’s hands.
“It hurt,” she told you honestly, looking down at your hands but not pulling away. You swallowed hard as she spoke, hardly daring to breath as you listened. “We did everything together, we promised we’d be friends for life, never without each other, and then you were gone.”
“I know,” you nodded, “I never expected... life to- to happen like this,” you waved your free hand around like that explained everything, “but it’s no excuse, I’m sorry.”
Kim met your eyes, silent for a second before she said anything, a sad smile on her face as she did. “It’s not you fault, not entirely, we both got so busy that we never really made time for each other anymore, not in any real way anyway,” she said but you didn’t respond, seeing she had more to say but was wrestling with how to say it, “it’s on me too, you might have left for college... but I took that badly, I’ll be the first to admit that now, and when I visited you and saw how much fun you were having with your new friends, I got jealous okay? It was always me and you you know?”
She looked away, a little embarrassed to finally be getting that off of her chest. You took a breath, she’d come clean to you, it was only fair you did the same, here went nothing. “Kim I- I always meant to come back to Chicago, but when we stopped visiting each other, and hell, when you started travelling the world, I didn’t see a place in your life anymore, at least not in the way I wanted, so I took the job at this firm because I didn’t want to risk us not... being the same when I got back, I thought that would hurt more.”
You hadn’t quite confessed everything, but you both definitely had a lot to think over as you sat there, wind rustling in the trees as birds chirped and children played around you in the mid afternoon sun. What you really wanted to tell her, but what you didn’t think you could, was that you’d realised you were in love with her, and the thought of her not reciprocating had seemed like the worse alternative to just not being in her life at all.
It had been selfish, you knew that, but at the time it had made sense to you. But still, seeing the hurt flash on Kim’s face was reopening that old wound. You didn’t know how long you both sat in silence, still holding hands but both deep in thought.
Kim was the first to speak, chewing her lip selfconsciously. “When I said that I wanted things to be just you and me, I wanted us to be more than that, if that makes any sense, and seeing you in college, with your new friends, I realised that I was never going to fill that place in your life,” she explained.
“I felt like that too,” you replied, “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, it meant so much to me that... that I panicked when I started to realise the way I actual felt about you, so I left...” taking a breath you finally said it outloud for the first time: “I think I was in love with you.”
Kim took a sharp breath, but despite your fear, she smiled. “I was in love with you too,” she admitted, all the weight lifting from your chest as you felt like you could finally breath, “do you think we’ve missed our chance?”
“I think maybe we have another chance right now...” you suggested slowly, watching for her reaction, “I mean if-” You began, not wanting to be too forward or push her into a corner.
But your words were taken right out of your mouth as you realised that she was kissing you, pulling you towards her by your collar.
You’d thought about this more often that you’d ever admit, especially when you were first starting to realise your feelings, and to be kissing her right now. You leaned in, cupping her face.
You’d both wasted enough time, you weren’t going to waste anymore.
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... I'm alive, promise!
Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates/posts. I recently adopted a puppy and she takes up a large chunk of my free time. But I have finally finished another prompt!
I’ll Never Unsee That
“Oh! I have an idea, let’s play truth or dare.” Ruby suggests. And Blake feels the hair on the back of her neck bristle up.
“YES!” Nora is suddenly incredibly invested in truth or dare, and no longer in the bowl of popcorn in front of her.
“I’m game to play. But only if we do dares only, truth is always so boring.” Yang smirks and joins the group in a circle on the floor.
“I think it’s a childish game and don’t see the appeal.” Weiss sticks her nose up but sits down anyways.
“So that mean you’re in, ice queen?” Yang shoves Weiss’ shoulder, almost knocking her over.
“Of course I’m in, you brute.”
Blake silently takes a seat across from Weiss. Not really enthusiastic about playing, but everyone else had committed and she didn’t mind being able to look at Weiss for a while. Not that anyone would ever know that.
“I haven’t played this game in so long. This should be fun.” Pyrrha’s enthusiasm on the other hand, was palpable.
Clearly, she’d never played this game with Nora and Yang before.
“I’ll go first since it was my idea to play. And Blake, since your are sitting to my right, you get to ask the dare.”
“Lovely.” She takes a deep breath. “But I want to establish the ground rules. First, no naked dares. I can’t take another month worth of Goodwitch’s detentions.”
Yang and Nora audibly groan. But Blake continues on.
“Also, no dirty dares. If I have to explain to Ruby what a lap dance is one more time, I’m going to need therapy.”
“I still don’t really get it.” Ruby mumbles.
“Oh come on, Blake! If we can’t do any of the fun ones then what’s the point?” Yang crosses her arms in disappointment.
“I guess you will just have to use your brain and be creative then, huh?” Weiss jabs at Yang, which gains a snarl from the blonde.
“Now, now, let’s play fair. Blake, go ahead and start.” Pyrrha is still way too excited.
“Fine. Ruby,” Blake looks around for ideas. Eyes coming to rest on the items on the kitchen counter. “I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard.”
“That’s it?” Clearly offended, Yang rolls her eyes.
Ruby hops up from her place next to Blake and moves to grab a spoon.
“Did I say spoon? I meant the soup ladle.”
“That’s more like it.” The smirk on Yang’s face is telling.
“What if it makes me sick?” Ruby can’t help but ask.
“If you throw up before you finish it all, you have to complete a second dare.” Blake clarifies as Ruby squeezes the yellow mustard out of the bottle and into the soup ladle.
“Okay. Ready?” Ruby asks the group even though it doesn’t really matter how ready they are. But they all nod in confirmation, Pyrrha giving a supportive thumbs up.
After the first bite, Ruby visibly gags but keeps her mouth closed.
“Get it together Ruby, it’s just mustard.” Weiss offers up her version of support.
“I’d like to see you eat it then.” She shoots Weiss a glare before taking her third bite off the ladle.
“Lick the spoon! Lick the spoon!” Nora chants after Ruby finishes the final bite, shaking off a chill at the same time.
“Yeah no thanks.” Ruby leaves the spoon in the kitchen and comes back and takes her vacant place in the circle.
“Alright, your turn Ruby.” Blake says, looking at her expectantly.
“Okay, um, Nora.”
“Yes!” Nora throws her fist in the air. Overzealous as ever.
“I dare you to eat a whole piece of paper.”
“Easy.” Nora scoffs as she gets up and grabs someone’s notebook off the desk and rips out a fresh piece of paper.
“Are you going to rip it up or just eat it whole?” Weiss looks absolutely horrified.
“Does it matter?” Yang says eagerly as Nora crumbles up the piece in a ball and puts it in her mouth.
“Fascinating.” Pyrrha says, unable to take her eyes off of Nora as she chomps on the paper repeatedly.
Taking a huge gulp, Nora swallows the mouthful of paper in one go.
“Like I said, easy. Who wants to go next?”
Yang starts beating her hands on the ground. Wanting to get picked, knowing Nora is her best chance to have something completely ridiculous to do.
“Alright, Yang. I challenge you..” she walks over to the kitchen and grabs a bag of grapes from the fruit bowl and comes back over to the circle “to put as many grapes as you can in your mouth.”
Yang catches the bag as Nora tosses it her way and sits back down next to Weiss.
“Piece of cake. Or should I say, piece of grapes.”
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
“You make no sense, ice queen.” Blake rolls her eyes as Weiss and Yang go back and forth while Yang starts shoving grapes in her mouth one after another.
After a minute or so, Yang has put nearly twenty grapes in her mouth. She looks like a chipmunk.
“Nineteen. Come on Yang, I bet you can do another few grapes.” Pyrrha claps her hands together excitedly as Yang keeps going.
“Roh kay. Ron morh.” The five others watch eagerly as Yang puts one final grape in her mouth.
As soon as the final grape is in her mouth, Yang raises her hands in victory and yells triumphantly. The force of her yell causes the grapes to shoot out of her mouth. One of which hits Blake in the side of her face.
“Oh sick.” She wipes what she assumes to be spit off the side of her cheek.
After she wipes her mouth and collects the rolling grapes off the floor, Yang pops one in her mouth and starts to eat them.
“Foul. Vile. Putrid.” Weiss still disturbed by Yang’s behavior. Yang seems unbothered by Weiss’ opinion.
“Alright.” Tossing another grape in the air and catching it in her mouth. “My turn. Blake, you’re up.”
“Can’t wait.” Her monotonous voice drips with sarcasm.
“Since you were easy on Ruby, I’m going to do you a favor.”
“So kind.” Blake rolls her eyes.
“Take your socks off.”
“That’s it?” Weiss’ voice is shrill from the surprised tone.
“With your teeth.” Yang smirks, knowing Blake can’t stand feet. “While you’re standing up, can’t make it too easy.”
Blake shrugs and stands up. How hard could it be? After a minute or so of struggling, hopping on one foot, Blake learns this may be harder than she thought.
“Quit hopping around and focus.”
“Weiss, I don’t need any tips. I know what I’m doing.”
“Is that so? Because it looks like you’re about to-“
Before Weiss can finish, Blake slips and tumbles to the ground, biting onto the end of her sock as she falls.
“HA!” She says proudly as she holds the sock between her teeth.
“One down, one to go.” Yang says.
“You can do it Blake! Don’t fall this time though, that looked like it hurt.”
“It did.” Blake groans as she stands back up. This time, easily pulling the second sock off her left foot. “Is it my turn again?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, um I guess I’ll pick Pyrrha.” Noticing that Pyrrha looks way too eager to play this game, Blake decides to take it upon herself to take that excitement down a notch.
“Oh excellent. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“How are you excited when you don’t even know what I’m going to ask you to do? Wait, never mind. Doesn’t matter.”
“Cut to the chase, Blake!” Nora is bouncing up and down in her seat.
“Go lift up the cushions on the couch. And you have to put whatever you find in your mouth for ten seconds.”
“Savage.” Yang nods in approval.
“Ew.” Ruby grimaces.
Pyrrha walks over to the couch and begins to lift up the cushions one by one, noticeably more skeptical.
“Oh! That looks gross. Get that one!” Nora shouts as Pyrrha lifts up a cushion, uncovering what appears to be an old potato chip.
Hesitantly, Pyrrha leans over and grabs the chip in her hand and eyes it suspiciously and opens her mouth.
“Pyrrha, please don’t Yang and Jaune sit on that couch. Gods know where it came from.” Weiss all but begs her not to eat it, as Pyrrha closes her eyes and pops the chip in her mouth.
Blake’s eyes go wide, Weiss’ mouth falls open and Ruby covers her eyes. Yang stands up and claps, Nora cheers.
As soon as her ten seconds is up, Pyrrha runs over to the trash bin and empties her mouth, and subsequently her stomach into the container below.
“I’ll never unsee that.” Weiss looks away, disgusted.
After rinsing her mouth out in the sink, Pyrrha takes her seat next to Weiss once again.
“Trust me, you weren’t missing anything.” She looks around the circle to see who should go next. Only one person was left. “I guess I have to pick you then?” Looking over at Weiss.
“I suppose.”
“Make it something good Pyr, she’s the last one.” Yang leans over and bumps shoulders with Pyrrha.
“Alright then. Um, Weiss, I dare you to..” Weiss looks like she’s holding her breath and could pass out at any second “send your crush a text and say that you love them.”
“Cold blooded.” Blake murmurs, looking to the side, not envious at all.
“Well at least we know Jaune won’t be getting a text from Weiss.” Nora rolls onto her back in laughter.
“Hey, that’s not very nice. Jaune is a really nice guy.”
“We all know you got a thing for mop head boy, Pyr. But I highly doubt Weiss is about to send Jaune a message.” Yang looks across Pyrrha, over to Weiss. “Right?”
“If I refuse to complete the dare, what are my options?”
“You can’t refuse, it’s the rules.” Ruby says defiantly. “I had to eat an entire soup ladle of mustard, you can send a single text.”
Weiss looks to the floor and wrings her hands uneasily.
“It’s easy Weiss, you don’t even have to tell us who you send it to.” Blake tries to make her feel better. “I mean, it could be someone’s lucky day.”
“Exactly. You could make someone’s dream come true. Maybe they feel the same way. You never know.”
“Okay, okay. Hush. All of you. I’ll do it.” She pulls her scroll from her pocket and holds it in her hand.
After a moment of staring, Weiss begins to navigate to the correct app and quickly types out a message. Reading it over a few times before taking in a deep breath and hitting send.
“See? That wasn’t that bad, was it?” Yang teases.
And Weiss looks across the circle and catches Blake’s eye, but the expression on her face is hard for Blake to read. It’s somewhere in between scared and sick.
“Weiss, you alright?” Blake asks, but before Weiss can answer, Blake’s scroll makes a noise on the floor beside her. Letting her know she has a message.
She picks it up and unlocks the screen, eyebrows furrowed as she reads the message on the screen. After about the third or fourth time her expression softens and she looks back up at the girl across from her.
“Weiss?” Blake now shares the same look on her face as Weiss.
Yang looks back and forth between the two of them until she realizes what happened and her eyes go wide.
“No fucking way..”
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Here is a puppy pic, just because. Her name is Luna. : )
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“I wanna marry you” for ethan x Mc 🥺
Thanks for the prompt from @senatorraines prompt list!
This is Ethan Ramsey x MC (Lorelei Stannaway)
“Jesus fucking Christ… what?!” Ethan yelled as he tore the door open, clearly agitated and hints of tiredness evident in his voice and upon his face, standing in nothing but grey sweatpants that hugged him in all the right places. His hair was a dishevelled mess and the bags under his eyes were dark and prominent
“Heyyyy! It’s meeee” Lorelei sung loudly, clearly intoxicated beyond her body’s threshold, swaying on her feet and holding her arms out as if she were presenting herself to nobody in particular
“Lorelei…” he gawked at her in disbelief, all of his irritation quickly dissipating at the site of his girlfriend standing at the door “it’s 3am, are you alright?!” he rubbed at his tired eyes, a yawn threatening to escape him.
Lorelei swaggered in past him, over the threshold and into the apartment, sighing happily to herself “*Hic* I’m great! I was drinking with the … the people…at the … you know” she hummed and lazily smiled at him as she patted his chest, Ethan continued watching her, his eyebrows raised in confusion
“ummm…no” he replied, hoping she would elaborate more as he followed her into his kitchen, watching as she began helping herself to his food. She placed two slices of bread on a plate and began rifling through his fridge
“do you have vegemite?” she asked
“I shou- wait, what?! Vegemite? No, I don’t” he answered absolutely
She waved her hand at him it “Nevermind… it’s an Australian thing” she slurred as she continued rifling through his fridge once again, stuffing a few grapes into her mouth
“Wait, are you Australian?!” he enquired, walking around the counter and leaning over, he took a grape from her hand and popped it into his mouth, his interest piqued now
“I guess” she shrugged as she replied nonchalantly, standing up from the fridge, hands full of ingredients, Ethan eyed it all quizzically, “Mum went to Australia for work, met Dad, we lived there until I was six and then my mum got home sick and now were here” she explained as though it was no big deal, missing major chunks of information, Ethan’s head was swimming as he watched her bewildered.
“I learn something new about you every day, Lorelei Stannaway, although I’d like to hear the full version another time, if that’s alright” he grinned at her as she began slapping together a sandwich that look absolutely ghastly as far as Ethan was concerned, but she hummed in appreciation at the first bite
“This… this is so good” she muffled at Ethan through the full mouth of food, shaking the sandwich in his face before heading to the door
“Where do you think you’re going at this time of night, hmmm?” he asked, following her to the door
“I’m leaving, going home or whatever. I don’t want to overstep my mark you know” she chipped back at him
Ethan eyed her sandwich and deliberately looked back at the kitchen and mess she had left behind in her wake before looking back at her, a deliberate smirk across his face “it’s probably a bit late for that, wouldn’t you think?” he said, gesturing to the sandwich in her hand “why don’t you stay here for the night, I promise I won’t let you wear out your welcome and that I’ll kick you out when you finally do, okay” he ushered her back into the apartment by the elbow, steering her towards his bedroom
“Dr Ramsey, why I never” she grabbed at her chest in feigned shock “are you trying to get me into bed? What would your girlfriend think?” she gasped before falling into a fit of giggles at herself, side-stepping into the wall, shocking her momentarily before she burst into her boisterous laugh once more
“Oh Christ” groaned Ethan to nobody in particular “just get into my bed, I’ll go get you some water and paracetamol, lord knows you’ll need it in the morning”
“Aww, you’re such a wonderful boyfriend” she stopped abruptly before looking up at him, eyes wide “You’re my boyfriend! Did you know I had the BIGGEST crush on you in high school?”
“I’m aware” he replied, a small smirk playing at his lips at how indescribably annoying yet adorable she was when drunk
“And now you’re my boyfriend?! Teenage Lorelei would be losing her MIND right now if she knew. Oh my god! Do you know Cecelia Robinson?” she asked him suddenly
“No… I can’t say I’m familiar with the name”
“Well, she would be greeeeeeen with envy” she crooned, giggling once more, losing her footing and tripping over her own feet before Ethan took the brunt of her weight, leading her into his bedroom
“I bet she would… bed. Now.” He demanded, pushing her down gently before removing her shoes and lifting her legs into the bed “I’ll be back in a minute” he explained before heading for the door
“Thank you, baby, I love yoooou! I reckon I wanna marry you one day… not right now obviously… but one day” she rambled on, quickly falling into an alcohol induced slumber.
Ethan chuckled to himself as he padded back to the kitchen for the water and analgesics, sighing as he glanced around the kitchen, taking in the mess once more that she had left, a small, happy smile crept over his face, appreciating how homely and used his home now felt since she’d been in his life, before making his way back to the bedroom. Watching her sleep peacefully in his bed, he sat down on the edge and swept the hair from her eyes before placing a tender kiss to her cheek “I reckon I wanna marry you one day too” he whispered.
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Talk to Me (NS*W)- Falling For You chapter 7
Pairing: Bastien x Olivia
Word count: 2,099
Warnings: phone sex
Summary: Olivia returns to Lythikos.
A/N: Thanks @sirbeepsalot for graping with me and putting up with me! I have a timeline mapped out so we might get to see more of these two and maybe I can finish some of the prompts I have featuring them.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I’m just borrowing them from PB.
Olivia felt a shiver run down her spine as she stepped into her stately manor. Usually she found solace in the quiet, especially after spending extended time at court. She felt a sudden shift, a lack of warmth she never felt before. Her heels clicked against the cool marble floors, the sound reverberating off the empty halls. The palace was always full of noise, a quiet hum as staff moved around the large estate. Her manor always worked in efficient quiet. She never thought she’d welcome the noise of people, now she found she missed it.
More than the noise she missed the people. Her heart twinged as she thought of him. It felt odd to feel so attached to him so quickly; it had merely been three dates with an extended overnight yet Bastien got her in a way none had before. He saw beyond the fiery duchess. He wanted to know her, the real woman. No one she’d ever been with before had taken an interest in her beyond her title. Most found her to be too cold to actually want to get to know.
Her heart leapt in her chest as her phone pinged. She didn’t miss the way it dropped to her stomach when she saw it was only Ellie checking in. Get a grip. Stop acting like some love sick puppy. Give him time, he’ll get sick of you soon enough. The thought made her chest grow tight, even though they’d only started she didn’t want to think about it ever ending.
She clicked open her messages fighting the urge to roll her eyes as Ellie’s message filled the screen.
Ellie: Make it back okay?
Olivia: Yes, did you deliver my package?
Ellie: Yes, well I put it on his bed.
Olivia: Thank you.
Ellie: So how many times have you texted him since you left?
Olivia rolled her emerald eyes. She should have known that was coming.
Olivia: None. I have something called willpower.
Ellie: Uh huh. How many times did you WANT to text him?
She sighed, she knew Ellie would be able to read through any lie she tried, even through text.
Olivia: Two.
Ellie: Admitting you miss him isn’t a weakness.
Olivia: It is to a Nevrakis! Besides, I just left, I shouldn’t miss him already.
Ellie: It just means that you like him, it’s a good thing Olivia.
Olivia stared at the blinking cursor. She knew how she felt, it both scared and excited her. She feared if she actually put her heart on the line she would only end up with it shattered.
Ellie: If it makes you feel better he misses you too.
Olivia: How do you know?
She instantly regretted the eagerness in her question. She felt like a silly school girl with a crush asking her friend to spy on the boy she liked. This is not how Nevrakis women act.
Ellie: He had a pep in his step after your first date and today he is even more subdued than usual. He misses you.
Her lips spread into a broad smile, the thought that he missed her as well having a calming effect.
Ellie: Anyway. I was thinking of how we could get you two in the same place again without it being odd and I have a plan.
Olivia: Should I be worried?
Ellie: Oh shush! Do you want my help or not?
Olivia: Okay, what’s your thought?
Ellie: Well you said you’d be looking through your family vault for anything that could help you out of your marriage. I figured you could use my help for a few weeks.
Olivia: Ha! Like Liam would be able to live without you that long!
Ellie: Exactly! I’d suggest sending someone we trust instead. I’d mention ‘hearing a few guards doubting your innocence’ of course anyone we would send would have to be loyal to the crown but also know you’re innocent. Liam will have no choice but to choose Bastien himself.
Olivia: Just wait a bit, don’t want to seem overly eager.
Ellie: You mean give him time to miss you more.
Olivia’s fingers flew over the keys as she typed out a final response. Her heart soared, she’d never before been missed, she was easily pushed aside and forgotten. Maybe this time will be different.
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Bastien walked into his room with a sigh, it had been a long day. It felt longer still by the void he felt. She had just left that morning and he missed her more than he’d expected or would be willing to admit.
He undid his tie and loosened his collar, his eyes landing on the box set at the end of his bed. He walked past it to his wardrobe, neatly placing his tie on the rack before shrugging off his jacket. He had an inkling who the package was from and if he was correct he knew he would feel compelled to ignore his nightly routine.
He walked to his dresser undoing his cufflinks placing them in the dish, his gaze continually being pulled to the box as he moved around his room, neatly putting away his clothes as he disrobed. He settled onto his bed in only his boxer briefs, the pull of the box finally derailing his usual routine. He carefully lifted the lid off the box, letting out a low groan, his boxer briefs growing tighter as he unveiled three pairs of panties. Of course she would. He was aware that she knew exactly where her missing pair from the night she confronted him had gone, even if she had played it off like she didn’t.
He picked up a lacey black pair, bringing them up to his nose and inhaling her scent. As he moved to pick up the crimson pair he noticed a note. He dropped the panties and picked up the crisp white stationary.
Souvenirs from our three dates. Well, the grey I removed before our date as you remember.
His cock twitched and he groaned as he remembered sliding his hands up her creamy thighs to peel off her panties only to reveal she’d forgone them for the date.
I’m sure they’ll be put to good use.
O
Bastien chuckled at her knowing comment. His length throbbed as he thought about the feel of the smooth satin and the rough lace rubbing along his hard shaft as he thought of her.
PS. I took your undershirt.
He shook his head as he picked up his phone. He thought about shooting her a quick text before making use of one of his gifts. He exited out of messages and went into phone, hitting her number before having a chance to change his mind. He ran his palm over his hardened length as he waited for her to pick up. God, how she turned him on. She wasn’t even present and he was aching for her.
Olivia couldn’t keep the smile from her lips as she saw his name light up her screen. She quickly rubbed the remaining lotion into her smooth skin before pressing accept. She internally groaned at the smear of lotion on her phone. She loved the climate of her duchy, but it was murder to her skin. “Hello?”
Her low and breathy voice made him stifle a groan. “I got the souvenirs.”
“Oh?” She sat back in her bed. A shiver running down her spine at his husky lust filled voice. “Use any of them yet?”
“No, I thought I’d call and thank you for them first.” He set the box beside him on the bed.
“Is that all you called for?” She purred.
“You stole one of my undershirts…” He swiftly changed the subject. His cock throbbed, begging for release, her implications were only making him harder still. As much as he wanted to hear her breathily whisper dirty thoughts through the phone he was determined to continue to show her this was more than simply sex.
Olivia chuckled at his attempt to sidestep her question. “I did, I’m wearing it now.” She quickly snapped a picture, sending it off to him. That should get him to break.
Bastien opened his messages at the ding. His mouth went dry as the picture filled his screen. Her intentions were very clear. His eyes drew down from the top of the photo, her crimson hair in a neat braid, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. He inhaled sharply as his eyes fell on his white undershirt draped over her curves, her pert nipples poking through the thin cotton. She had the hem of the tee hiked up exposing her right hip, showing him that she had once again forgone underwear.
“Like what you see?”
“God yes.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
His mind was clouded with desire, he ached with need, her display slowly breaking his resolve. He wanted to be better, to show her that she was desirable beyond just sex.
“It’s okay if you are.” Her hand caressed her breast, fingers pinching her nipple. She softly moaned, the heat of her own desire rivaling the heat from the roaring fire.
He swallowed thickly, his fingers inching closer to releasing his throbbing length.
“I know you respect me.” Her hand slid down her curves, she gasped as her fingers slid through her slick folds. “Let me hear you.”
‘I know you respect me.’ That’s all he wanted but did she mean it? Of course she does, stop being a stubborn fool. The way his unwillingness to admit his feelings nearly made her walk away played in his head, don’t lose her. ‘Let me hear you.’ Her words repeated in his head pulling a soft moan from his lips. She’s a fucking goddess. He pushed his boxer briefs down his firm thighs, his hard cock springing up. He picked up the forgotten lace panties, wrapping them around his shaft, moaning at the first stroke of the rough fabric rubbing against his velvety skin.
Olivia smiled at the sound of his first moan. Her fingers circled her clit, a moan falling from her own lips. “Which pair did you pick?”
“Black.”
“Tell me why.” She was curious as to why he chose the lace over the satin. Does he have a preference?
“I like the contrast, the roughness.” He grunted. “I like the satin too.”
Olivia bit her lip. Time to pick this up a bit. “Do you wish it was my mouth?”
“Yesss.”
“My tongue swirling around the head. My lips wrapped around your length.”
His head fell back as images of her mouth engulfing his cock filled his head. His hands tangled in her crimson waves as he guided her bobbing head.
“Mmm. You coming in my mouth.” Her words came out more clipped and rushed as she neared the edge.
The thought of coming in her mouth nearly sent him over the edge. Her cheeks hollowed as she swallowed all he had to offer. “No… yes… I mean you come first…”
“How do you plan on doing that?” She knew first hand he was a generous lover, making sure she was satisfied completely.
“My mouth.” The image of her sitting on his chest a few days prior still burned in his retina. He groaned at the memory, what he wouldn’t give to taste her now. “Fuck you with my tongue.”
She moaned at the thought of him between her legs again, she wished it was his mouth sending pulses of pleasure through her instead of her own hand. He was well endowed and incredibly skilled, with his mouth, his fingers, his cock. The memory of him made her nearly want to tell Ellie to speak to Liam about getting her help the next morning. “Bas.” She gasped his name nearly dropping her phone, her back arched and toes curled as the first waves crested over her.
He sped up his pace, the sound of her gasping his name sending him over. He groaned her name as he spilled into the delicate lace.
Olivia brought her fingers up to her mouth as the last aftershocks left her body. She hummed around her fingers as she licked them clean.
“That’s not fair.” He longed to have her taste on his tongue once more.
“Not my fault you aren’t here.” She flinched as her teasing words made her own heart twinge. “So am I getting those panties back?”
Bastien chuckled shaking his head. “I think I’ll hold onto them until I see you again.”
“About that, Ellie has a plan. You might be seeing me sooner than you think.”
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The Marshmallow Chronicles (Ch. 14: Fair Game)
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Author’s notes: SURPRISE! I couldn’t resist writing this chapter! DRAKE SEMI CONFESSES HIS SEMI LOVE!! Idk why I’m screaming, we all know that but what can I say? I’m excited. I reaaally, really hope I did that particular scene justice!
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Rating: T
Pairing: Drake x MC
Words: 5,276
The country jamboree. Drake’s least favorite event in the social season – not including anything involving Olivia Nevrakis, of course. Still, Drake walked out of his room that day feeling cheerful; yesterday had been a success in terms of being friends with Riley.
You did have to hold yourself back from kissing her a couple times.
But did I? Nope! And that is success in my book. I’m gonna do it; I’m gonna beat this crush.
He whistled an improvised tune as he strode out after brunch to find a beautiful sunny day. Remembering their last interaction, he magnanimously decided to go talk to Bastien, who was standing at the gates.
“Bastien.” Okay, so he wasn’t completely ready to forgive him.
“Drake! It’s good to see you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I was short with you the other day.”
“See, that’s how Liam put it too, but I think I’d use a different word.”
Bastien frowned. “... A dick?”
“Ding ding ding!”
“I suppose that’s not far from the truth,” said Bastien ruefully. “Well, as I said, I’m very sorry. I just hope you can understand that...”
Bastien seemed to be having difficulty speaking; if Drake didn’t know any better he’d think there was a lump in his throat. He swallowed hard.
“I hope you understand that duty will always come first.”
Drake clapped his back. “Hey, you know I totally get that! I understand you can’t always talk! Only next time, maybe instead of being a dick you could just say that, okay?”
Bastien sighed. “Yes. I will.”
Drake smiled at him and turned to leave.
“Drake,” he heard behind him. He turned to look at Bastien squinting from the sun. “I really am sorry.”
Drake nodded, still smiling in hopes of reassuring Bastien, who was taking this way too seriously, in his opinion.
He ambled back towards the manor, not ready to face the jamboree with its variety of stupid games.
That I suck at.
Once he got closer to the enormous wooden doors, he could hear someone coming down the stairs. He stopped and waited; he wouldn’t say no to company either way. He realized with a stab of annoyance that he was hoping it was Riley.
Okay, stop. Whoever that is, I’m gonna keep rocking this friendship thing.
It was maybe because he mentally prepared himself this way that he only felt a small hint of dismay when Hana emerged from the threshold. He quickly covered it up with an easy smile.
“Hey, Hana!”
“Hi!”
If he’d been smiling it was nothing to the way Hana was grinning from ear to ear.
“Uh, why are you smiling like that?”
“Like what? Oh!” Hana’s hands flew to her cheeks as if she hadn’t realized what she’d been doing.
For a brief, awful moment Drake thought something might have happened with Riley. He pushed the image aside, chastising himself both for his selfishness – friends want their friends to be happy! – and for indulging his crush – friends don’t care who their friends kiss!
I’ve definitely been quiet for too long.
“So are you gonna tell me or what?” It came out harsher than he’d intended in his haste to say something.
Hana’s smile faltered a bit, “Oh. Yes, sorry. My Mom called and she-she was making me feel dreadful; she said I was being a disappointment and that I shouldn’t be making friends at court..."
Drake grimaced sympathetically.
“Yes, it was very distressing. Until Riley,” at this point her smile came back in full force, “intervened. She reminded me that this is my life and my choices and... well, she essentially gave me the courage to stand up to her for the first time in my life!”
Hana looked so utterly happy that it was contagious. Drake found himself grinning along with her and feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Despite the pain.”
Drake tilted his head, completely nonplussed, “Huh?”
“Liking someone so deserving of it.”
That’s exactly what it was. Every time he heard of Riley doing something kind or intelligent – which is all the time, dammit – he couldn’t help but feel... joy. It was like an extreme form of pride, in a way. Proud of himself for having a crush on such an amazing person; proud of her for being that amazing person.
He just sighed and nodded.
It’s not looking good for our friendship. Pretty sure I’m gonna start writing poetry or some shit.
“Well, thanks for checking in on me, Drake, but I should go. I only went into the manor to get bandaids.”
For the first time, he noticed Hana was holding a small box of bandaids.
“Maxwell,” he said without any doubt.
“At the archery station. What I don’t understand is how he managed to hurt himself with a bow...” Hana shook her head, mystified.
Drake shrugged. “This is Maxwell we’re talking about. We should feel lucky we only need bandaids and not paramedics!”
Hana giggled, “That’s what Riley said!”
Drake chuckled. “Great minds and whatever. But anyway, I shouldn’t keep you, go save that kid’s life.”
Hana hurried off toward the games. Drake stood there for a moment, trying to get back to the calm, certain headspace he’d been in until a few minutes ago.
Maybe if I just spend some time with her as friends, I can remind myself what it’s supposed to be like.
With that goal in mind, he directed his steps to where Hana had gone, positive that Riley would be playing something; in the thick of the action, as usual.
He was right, and he immediately wished he hadn’t been, for Riley and Liam were playing a very flirty game of ring toss. He stopped abruptly when he spotted them, then moved to the side so he could watch them from a less conspicuous place.
Like a masochist stalker.
In fact, the game was just ending and it seemed Riley had lost.
Finally, something we both suck at!
He smiled at that, but it was fleeting, as he saw Riley and Liam make their way, smiling and talking, to the hedge maze. He felt the by-now familiar gut punch he always experienced when he saw them together. This time, however, it seemed to spread from his stomach all the way up to his chest like some kind of poison, eating him alive from the inside.
Goddammit. Who the fuck am I kidding?! I can’t be friends. I can’t. At least, not now.
He stomped back to the manor, wanting nothing more than solitude. And maybe some whiskey and dramatic music to go along with it. He must have been making a racket because he heard a voice call from the sitting room.
“Who’s there?”
He poked his head in and found Lady Kiara sitting in the same armchair she’d been using two days ago.
“Drake! What a pleasant surprise! I thought you’d be out there enjoying the games.”
“Nah, not a big fan. What about you? Shouldn’t you be mingling or something?”
“Bah, and what for? Prince Liam has disappeared again, with Lady Riley I’m sure, and I don’t like those games either.”
“Good point.”
She gestured for him to join her and with halting steps he went to her, sitting uncomfortably on the armrest.
“So... what are you reading this time? More sexy French books?”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “No, I have been skimming this landscape photography book.”
“Oh, cool! I love nature.” Drake had to restrain himself from leaving the manor or possibly the country after that.
Really? I love nature? How fucking interesting, idiot.
Lady Kiara was gracious enough to disguise a derisive laugh as a cough.
“So what kind of landscapes?” he asked in desperation.
“Oh, there’s all sorts! But I am particularly partial to the photographs of the vineyards in California and France. They remind me of my home,” she sounded far away when she said that.
“You have vineyards there?”
She snapped back to reality and turned to look at Drake eagerly. “Oh, yes. We make some of the finest wines in all of Cordonia,” she puffed up with pride. “We might even go toe to toe with the French, en fait.”
“And everybody knows the French make the best wine, right? The more unpronounceable the names the better?” Drake chuckled.
Kiara, on the other hand, did not look amused. “I would hardly say something like Bordeaux is unpronounceable, would you?”
Drake felt his neck grow hot. “I was kidding,” he muttered.
Kiara seemed not to have heard him, still engrossed by the photos. She flipped the page to yet another picturesque vineyard and suddenly her hand was on Drake’s knee. He glanced down at it automatically.
“I wish you could see it! The hot summer days, picking grapes and then crushing them with your feet...” she trailed off, looking up at Drake, whose mouth was inexplicably watering.
“Sounds,” he cleared his throat, “sounds nice.”
“It’s better than nice, c’est magnifique!”
“I-I’m sure.” He peeked down at his phone. “Oh, look, it’s time for dinner!”
“Right.” Kiara’s hand fell from his knee. “Well, let’s go, then.”
Kiara waited for Drake to get up and help her off the armchair. Once she was standing, she cleared her throat, looking pointedly at her arm.
“Oh, uh, yeah!” Drake offered her his arm and they walked out together in what, at least to him, felt like an awkward silence. He had the chance to feel relieved for a few seconds, before he realized they would probably sit together as well.
He was right. He sat down next to her and involuntarily scanned the crowd. It took him longer than usual to find Riley, which he was cautiously pleased about until he came to the conclusion that it was only because of her company.
What the hell is she doing with Tariq?
The fashionable noble appeared to be flirting and Riley looked hilariously bewildered. He almost snorted. Riley managed to extract herself from Tariq and took her seat at another table nearby, next to Maxwell and Bertrand.
He was wracking his brains, trying to come up with something to talk about with Lady Kiara, when he heard the blessed sound of a clinking glass.
“If I may have everyone’s attention, please,” came Liam’s voice. “I’d like to say a few words before we close this evening. First, I’d like to thank all of you for joining us out here at the country estate. I’ve had the honor and privilege to have you in my court, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.”
He smiled out at the crowd as he said this. It may have been Drake’s bitterness, but he thought he saw Liam’s gaze linger on Riley.
He continued, “As I step into my father’s place in a few days, I can only hope that I’m half the man he’s been for Cordonia.”
“Long live Prince Liam!” Maxwell yelled from his table with cupped hands over his mouth.
Cheers and claps erupted from all around.
Yeah, yeah, Liam’s great.
Drake couldn’t bring himself to clap.
Liam gestured for everyone to quiet down. “Thank you all. When next we meet like this, it’ll be the last event of the social season. As per tradition, this event will be hosted at the illustrious Beaumont House.”
“Yeeaaahhhhhh!” Maxwell exclaimed with both arms up.
Bertrand, ever the solemn one, agreed, “An honor, to be sure.”
He noticed Riley sharing surprised words with the brothers.
Huh. How are they gonna host that? Aren’t they broke?
“The Beaumonts will surely give us another legendary night to remember.”
When Liam said that, Drake felt Kiara’s hand squeeze his leg and nearly jumped out his seat. Looking mildly amused, she whispered, “It could certainly be a night to remember.”
Drake swallowed, although at the same time his mouth felt impossibly dry.
He barely heard Liam finish his toast with, “Until then, I thank you again, and wish you a good night.” He raised his glass and most people followed suit. Feeling guilty for his lack of applause earlier, Drake raised his own.
“Cheers!” Liam said, and the crowd echoed him.
Drake turned to Lady Kiara and as they clinked their glasses together, he murmured, “To legendary nights.”
For a split second, Kiara’s face was delightedly surprised. An instant later, she had regained her composure and was smirking at him.
Fuck, she might really like you. You’re an asshole.
Oh, come on! We’re both consenting adults and clearly there’s nothing I can do about... the other thing, so why shouldn’t I have some fun?!
Whatever, dude, you know what you are.
He drained his champagne in one gulp.
Dinner went by in a blur of delicious food and flirty conversation. Of course, they couldn’t make it too obvious – Kiara had a reputation to maintain, after all – so once in a while she’d turn to her other side to talk to Penelope.
By the time they’d all finished eating, he felt drained. It had been such a long day, and it had taken his emotions for a ride. For someone who for years had felt either bitterness or a lukewarm contentedness, it was a lot.
As soon as it was barely polite to leave, therefore, he scurried away to his room. He lied down on his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
“Eeeeeeek!”
Something shook him out of his deep sleep.
Did someone scream? Or was I dreaming?
He could’ve sworn he heard it come from the room next to his.
Addams’ room. But what if I dreamed it and I barge in there and wake her up? Or even worse, what it she’s awake... with somebody.
He weighed his options and concluded that he could not stay in his room while she might be in danger. And if he embarrassed himself, he embarrassed himself. He got dressed as quickly as he could, which was not very; flustered as he was, he put his pants on back to front and furiously corrected his mistake. Finally decent, he flew out of his room and threw Riley’s door open, caution be damned.
He found Tariq and Riley kissing. Or, should he say, Tariq kissing a very clearly unwilling Riley, who pushed him away as soon as she recovered from the shock.
Anger like he couldn’t remember feeling flooded Drake. Without thinking, he was by Tariq’s side in a second. “Get away from her,” he growled.
He seized Tariq by the shoulder roughly and dragged him away from Riley.
“Unhand me!” wailed the noble. ”How dare you enter my room without my permission!”
Tariq pulled the arm that wasn’t in Drake’s grip back and punched him square in the face. He reeled backwards in shock, his hand going to his jaw right away. He took a moment to get his bearings, then tackled Tariq with all his might. On the floor, he put up more a fight than Drake expected, rolling around and trying to pin him down. Drake struggled against Tariq’s hands and managed to flip him around once more and pin his arms.
Tariq tried to fight back a few more times. He must have known it would be useless though, because he went slack, conceding defeat. Breathing hard, Drake stood up and waited for Tariq to follow, glaring at him, daring him to attack again.
Tariq limited himself to yelling, “Who the hell do you think you are, bursting into my room?”
“This is Riley’s room. And I heard a scream.” For the first time, Drake allowed himself to doubt the conclusion he’d jumped to. “I think she wanted interrupting.”
He turned his head sharply to Riley, dreading she might contradict him.
With fire in her eyes, she replied, “Drake, Tariq deserves to have his ass kicked.”
He sighed in relief.
Tariq seemed to have shrunk. “So this isn’t to be the bold, romantic beginning to our love story?”
Riley crossed her arms and gave him a firm, “No.”
“But... I’d heard...” Tariq was looking at the floor, ashamed and confused.
You almost feel for the guy.
“You heard wrong. And for the record, before you try to kiss someone, ask first!” Riley said, her nostrils flaring.
Yeah, never mind, he’s a piece of shit.
Tariq flushed. “Let me deeply apologize here. I’m so sorry for this transgression. I was incredibly wrong.” He started heading to the door. “Now, before I can humiliate myself any further... let me take my leave.”
He left, slamming the door after him.
Riley rounded on him. “Drake, what took you so long?”
Not wanting to go into the details of his clothing mishaps, he answered, “I know I’m in the room next to yours, but it still took me a minute to make it over here.”
“Why are you in the room next to mine, by the way?”
“Liam made sure of that. Since he couldn’t be here himself, I mean.”
And instead of looking out for Addams, you crush on her and fall asleep when she’s in trouble. Nice going.
“Liam would never forgive me if something... bad... happened to you.”
There was a small silence and on impulse, he added, “And you know what? I’d never forgive myself, either.”
Having entered the room worried out of his mind and in a rush, he hadn’t had the presence of mind to register that Riley was not wearing a shirt. Until now.
Oh, shit. Ohshitoshitohshitoshit. Don’t be a creep. Don’t look at her. Oh my God, I looked. Holy shit.
She was wearing a lacy pink bra, which contrasted against her pale skin, which was luminous in the moonlit room, and her breasts – fuck me, her boobs are RIGHT. THERE – looked incredible. Drake had seen his fair share before, both in real life and in videos, but damn if there weren’t his favorite pair ever. It’s not like he hadn’t checked her out since he’d known her, but this was different. This brought him mental images he didn’t – couldn’t – want.
He licked his lips unconsciously, noticing a beauty mark right at the upper edge of the bra.
Okay, that’s enough or she’ll kick you out, too, you perv. Goddamn, this is gonna haunt my dreams.
He cleared his throat, “Er, Addams...”
“What?”
He glanced down again, forcing himself to make it a very quick, significant look.
“OH!” She blushed a deep red and reached to the chair where she’d carelessly thrown her top. She put it on hurriedly, and Drake was satisfied to see he was not the only one who had problems with hastily thrown-on clothes; she’d put her shirt on inside out.
Drake tried to pull his mind away from images of Riley and her bra and focus on the conversation. “Anyway, you can see why it looked bad. I heard a scream, saw you half naked with Tariq all over you...”
“Yeah, I get it.” Riley sank onto her bed.
Drake’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.” She sounded shaken. He couldn’t blame her.
I wish I could stay and comfort you. I wish I could put my arms around you, but that would be... dangerous.
Instead, he said, “Well, I should get out of here before we really cause a scandal.”
He headed to the door and as he leaned in to grab the handle, he winced. He might have hurt himself tackling Tariq.
Man, fuck nobles. Seriously.
He tried to play it off as nothing, grabbing the doorhandle, but of course she’d seen.
“You’re hurt.” He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying her worrying about him as much as he was.
He dropped the handle and turned to her, shrugging, “Nothing a few shots of whiskey won’t fix.”
She stood up and took a couple of steps toward him. “Let me take a look. It’s the least I can do.”
“You trying to get me to take my shirt off, Addams?” he smirked, hoping she’d let it go.
I need to get out of here.
She said, “I just want to help,” but blushed again, which made his collar grow warm.
I need to leave NOW.
“I’m fine. Save your fussing for someone else.” He turned to the door once more, ready to escape Riley with her eyes full of concern for him, and her lips saying kind words, and her pink fucking bra.
He should’ve known, but he still didn’t expect it when she stepped in front of the door, blocking his way. The look in her eyes let him know he was definitely not going anywhere.
“Drake, you got hurt for me. I’m not letting you leave this room until you let me take a look at you!” She crossed her arms. “You can start by taking off your shirt. I think he hit your ribs pretty hard. They could be broken!”
Drake scoffed. “Wow, you’ve got a real bossy side to you, you know that?”
She put her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m being bossy? Drake, I’m taking that shirt off you myself.”
Before he could utter anything other than a startled, “Hey...” he felt small, warm hands grab the hem of his shirt and lift it. He cooperated and took it off, trying his best not to think about how much he’d like her to say that in a different context.
“So, doctor, do you see anything alarming?”
Her hands ghosted over his ribs and then his back. He suppressed a shudder.
“You’re going to have a few spectacular bruises...” she grimaced.
“Yeah, Tariq hits harder than you’d think. He almost impressed me.”
She didn’t say anything back but he thought he saw the corners of her lips twitch.
He narrowed his eyes. “What is it?”
Riley snorted. “I can’t believe you lost a fight to Tariq!”
It took Drake’s wounded pride a moment to recover from that. “I didn’t say I lost! I never said that. I definitely won. I’m just saying he got in some good hits. And I didn’t expect that from a palace brat.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
He shook his head at her and ran his fingers through his hair.
“You can be so...”
Irritating? Funny? Smart? Fucking incredible? ... Yeah, I’d better shut up. “Never mind.”
He cast about for a distraction. “Hey, weren’t you supposed to be tending to my wounds?”
Riley smacked a hand to her forehead. “Oh! Right. I think one of the servants fills this bucket with ice every night. You know, in case I need to chill some champagne...” She said the last part in a mockingly snobby voice.
“Or ice down a friend’s bruises.” He knew at this point that friendship was all but futile, but he was going down fighting.
“Exactly.”
Drake noticed a small cabinet on the opposite end of the room. “And it looks like someone’s left a fully stocked liquor cabinet in the corner here, so...”
He went to it and poured himself a glass of whiskey – one the finest, obviously – and looked over at Riley, who was putting ice in a cloth.
She nodded, “I’ll have whiskey. I wouldn’t make you drink alone.”
He smiled. “Heh. Thanks.”
He poured another one and handed it to her. She put it on the bedside table so she could more easily handle the improvised ice pack. She pressed it on his ribs and he hissed in pain.
“Hey! That hurts.”
He regretted the words as soon as he said it.
Knowing Addams, she’s gonna crush the ice against my body now.
Yet, to his surprise, she touched it to his wound much more gently. It still stung, but not nearly as much.
Will she ever stop amazing me?
“Is that better?” she asked tenderly.
“... Actually, yeah. Didn’t realize you could be so gentle, Addams.”
“I’ve got a gentle side... you just don’t see it very often.” She continued patting him softly with the ice pack. Occasionally, she would rub her thumb soothingly over the areas she’d gone over. He knew he had the dumbest smile on his face.
“I could stand to see more of it.” It was meant as a jab at first, then he realized he would actually love to see that side of her more. Just him. He looked in her eyes and, for the umpteenth time, felt he might ruin everything if he held her gaze for too long.
He looked down at his glass and muttered, “Thank you.”
He drained it and went to pour himself more.
Bad idea.
“I know I don’t act very grateful for anything most of the time, but I do... care about you.” He’d said it before, only this time it felt more high stakes. They were alone and unlikely to be interrupted. He was shirtless. He shouldn’t be saying anything at all.
She moved a step closer and murmured, “Drake, I care about you too.”
She had also said this before, but this felt... different. There was an ache in her voice he hadn’t noticed before.
You’re imagining things. How can she even care about you?
“You... you do?”
Her answer came without hesitation and full of conviction. “Yes.”
He rubbed his face and clenched his jaw. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Addams.”
“Why not?” He knew her more than well enough by now to see that she was honestly puzzled. That’s how he knew she cared about him only as a friend.
Hell, I’ll explain it anyway.
He was in too deep and the whiskey, though not enough to get him drunk, had certainly encouraged him.
“You’re here for Prince Liam. All of the suitors are. And, well, so is the entire court. All of the nobles, all of the royals, all of the servants, even. Everything and everyone in this place exists to orbit around Liam. You could almost hate him for it, if he weren’t so damned likeable.” He shook his head. “It’s dangerous for people like you and me to forget that.”
Mostly me, really.
Riley still looked confused, but there was something else in her expression. Drake wouldn’t have believed it, except he’d become so closely acquainted with that emotion lately that there was no mistaking it: hope.
“What are you getting at, Drake?”
He sighed.
Are you happy in this hole you dug for yourself?
“Hell, Addams. Don’t make me say it.”
He looked down at his glass again.
Here goes nothing.
He finished his drink again and set his empty glass down next to her full one. His hand was trembling.
“If we’d met somewhere else... anywhere else. At a club in New York, or in an airport, or at a party... If you hadn’t been our waitress that night, and I hadn’t been sitting next to Liam...” He mustered all of his courage, balling up his fists.
“Do you think all of this... do you think it could’ve been different...” he swallowed, “between us?”
Say no. Just say no and kick me out. Do it.
“Drake...” she said slowly. “It would’ve been different.”
Drake inhaled sharply, wanting desperately to believe what she had just said.
“Sure, you would’ve still been gruff and I wouldn’t have let you get away with anything... But all the rest? Yeah, it would’ve been different.” They were standing so close. “Maybe everything would’ve been different.”
She emphasized the word “everything” in a way that made his stomach flip.
Everything. That’s what we could be.
She said yes!
He could not wrap his head around the fact that she might return his feelings, even in a hypothetical scenario. Right now it didn’t even seem that hypothetical; her eyes were an invitation and it had never been harder to resist kissing her.
“Riley...”
He reached out, brushing his fingers on the back of her hand. He’d always thought that saying you could feel electricity when you were really attracted to someone was a cliché.
Well, maybe it is, but it is also true.
He felt the hairs on his hand stand on end.
This is no shitty electric current either, it’s goddamn lightning.
Riley looked down at their hands and her fingers twitched, itching to intertwine with his.
He panicked and dropped his hand. “What am I doing? I need to go.”
He made as if to sprint out the door, when he felt to soft arms wrap around his waist. It was not the first time he’d had the wind knocked out of him that day, but definitely the first time that made him so happy.
Fighting against everything he wanted, he forced out, “Addams... You shouldn’t.”
Or I’ll stay. I’ll go too far. This is impossible. What if anybody sees us? What if... Liam.
“Don’t you get tired of being so careful all the time?”
He closed his eyes and bit his lip. She’d hit the nail on the head, as she always did. He was sick of this. Sick of every second he couldn’t kiss her or even hold her hand.
“Constantly,” he said in a strangled voice.
Before he had time to think it, he turned around and pulled her close, her head resting perfectly on his chest. He tangled his fingers in her hair and breathed in, knowing he would never get this chance again, marveling at how soft it felt, how amazing it smelled.
This is... this is just... unbelievable. I get to hold her like this.
If it had been hard not to kiss her before, Drake’s effort now was nothing short of superhuman. Her smell and touch were invading all his senses and he knew he was close to losing control.
I have to leave while I still have brain cells and before I fuck up even worse.
He pushed her away gently but firmly and tried to ignore the hurt in her eyes.
“I’ve got to get out of here. Now. Before I do something we might both regret.” He looked down at her lips.
Riley was resigned. “Okay.”
She handed him his shirt and he put it on correctly, thankfully.
He got to the door, looking at her as little as possible. “And for all our sakes,” but mostly mine, “lock your door this time...”
He looked down at the handle and noticed something odd, “Huh.”
“What is it?”
He examined it more carefully, though it was hardly necessary; the handle was completely smooth.
“Addams... there’s no lock on your door handle.”
Riley knitted her eyebrows, “I thought they were all like that?”
He shook his head. “No. All of the other rooms on this floor lock.” Seeing her face all scrunched up with worry – she’s so damn cute – he backtracked, “It’s probably nothing.”
Her face relaxed a bit, but there was still a hint of anxiety between her eyebrows. “Probably?”
Drake had already resolved to tell Bastien about this tomorrow and investigate, but right now her rest was more important, though she should still be on guard.
“Just... be careful, okay?” He gave her a look which he hoped conveyed everything: how much she meant to him, how much he worried, that he would protect her...
He left her looking calm enough and slumped on his bed, determined to stay awake in case of anything. He didn’t think he could sleep anyway, his thoughts were bouncing uncontrollably from pure joy to heavy guilt. And hiding among them, waiting to pounce on him if he dared dream, was the image of Riley in her pink bra.
Nope, we’re not crossing that line.
He settled in for his sleepless night.
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Flowers for Papa
For Jonerys Week Day 1: Home & Family
Summary: For so long, it’s always been Jon who brought her flowers but this time, Dany decides that it should be her turn. While Jon is on his way home, she prepares his welcome home surprise and requires some help. Thankfully, three young Targaryens are more than eager to lend her a hand in laying out the finishing touches to welcome their papa home.
Part 6 of my Flowers for His Queen series. This can be read on Ao3 too~
Mood board once again created in collaboration with @midqueenally. Never could have done it without your help hehe. Thank you, Iris :)
I hope you guys like this! XD Enjoy~
It was yet another peaceful day in Kings Landing. The sun was shining with nought a cloud in the sky. In the nursery of the Red Keep, the three Targaryen children were enjoying a quiet afternoon of play with their babysitter for the day while their mother took some time to plan a welcome home surprise for her husband’s return from his trip to the North. It was the first time he’s left his family since the twins were born and to be away for two whole weeks, his family missed him dearly.
“This is a lion.” Aedon’s chubby hands held up a wooden lion figurine, one of ten hand whittled wooden animals by their father’s advisor and friend, Ser Davos, for the twins’ second birthday. Grinning, Aedon offered it to their uncle who lounged upon the chaise by the window of the nursery, his usual goblet of wine in hand.
Patting the child on the cheek, the queen’s trusted hand nodded, his voice a bit slurry from his drink. “Yes. You are quite right. That is a lion.”
With a huff the child toddled off the find his family’s direwolf guardian to show off his toys to. Little feet took Aedon over to the wolf, lying beside his big sister. It’s watchful red ruby eyes temporarily hidden from view as he rested. His bushy tail occasionally flicking and thumping against the stone floor as he rested. His ears twitched slightly hearing the little boy’s not so sneaky approach.
“Ghost, look at what I got!” The boy stood on tip toes, stretching his arm up as high as he could, brandishing the toy by the wolf’s snout. The direwolf opened his eyes and sniffed at the boy’s hand before sticking out his tongue, giving Aedon’s face a good licking. “Ghost!” The child squealed, dropping the figurine. His tiny hands now free, clenched into fists by his head, clutching at the white strands of fur as he hid his face in the wolf’s side, trying in vain to avoid the sloppy kisses. The wolf diverted the kisses to the boy’s mop of curly silver hair, styling it into whorls of cowlicks.
The eldest of the three Targaryen children was absorbed in coloring a piece of art she had drawn of their dragons soaring over the ocean that ran the fringe of the capital they called home. “Like dragons and wolves, lions are known to be fearsome. Quite like you, uncle Tyrion!” Elwynn perked up from her coloring. Her bare feet kicking in the air as she lay on her belly.
“Well, I wouldn’t call myself fearsome.” The tiny imp fearsome? Tyrion touched the scar that ran down his face. Most people would argue against that for sure, call him a coward more than anything. Although, these days he couldn’t care less for the opinions of others who didn’t matter to him. “But thank you dear child for thinking so. I must admit I do have some fine moments of bravery.” Those who he could now call his friends mattered and they accepted him for who he was, for his wisdom and capabilities. After so long, he finally felt accepted surrounded by the right company.
The princess grinned a toothy grin at him. These young ones were some of those who mattered to him. Children were innocent. They held not a trace of judgement towards anyone they met. Everyone was a person, an equal who deserved kindness. Children spoke their minds, with a frankness that was so refreshing, providing a short reprieve from having to put up appearances and plot schemes. Spending time with these three toddlers also filled a bit of the void that his family had left behind.
Arielle tugged at his sleeve from her seated position on the carpet, her book of children stories sliding from her lap as she moved to sit on her feet. She hadn’t learn all of her letters yet to read a whole book on her own yet but she loved to look at the pictures of dragons, brave warrior knights and princesses atop of towers. “What are you drinking?”
“Wine, little dragon.” Tyrion ruffled her silver curls idly.
“What is wine?”
The young princess had an inquisitive mind, much like her siblings, her whole family in fact. Must be a Targaryen thing. Her questions knew no end. Plus her love of books, she could grow to be a scholar. Tyrion regarded his goblet of wine for a few moments before replying: “Well, it’s a drink made from crushed grapes or other types of fruit fermented over a long period of time.”
“Ohhhh…” Arielle nodded, her head bobbing up and down.
Swirling the plum colored liquid around his goblet before he took a sip, allowing the velvety, bitter fluid to coat his palate before swallowing. It flowed down his throat leaving behind a fruity aromatic aftertaste in his mouth. Delicious, he thought with a smack of his lips. This bottle truly was his masterpiece. Tyrion wasn’t sure how much a three year old understood about fermentation and wine in general but it was never too early to learn the art in his opinion. “Come closer children.” He said gesturing the children over. The three children scooted closer to sit by his feet, looking up intently at him.
“Listen, while I teach you the wonders of wine.“ Propping himself up on an elbow, Tyrion took a hearty gulp of his drink before beginning his lesson. “Wine is a most marvellous invention of man. The Egyptians used to believe that vines that grapes grew on, sprang from the blood of the brave fallen warriors who battled with the gods. Another tale they believed was that, the goddess of war, Sekmhet had a thirst for blood of the fallen warriors. In order to placate the goddess from further destruction of humanity, humans tricked her into drinking copious amounts of an identical colored blood red liquid which many believed to be….” Tyrion waved his hand over his cup. “Wine.”
His audience gasped, completely entralled by his story telling.
“Also, wine was considered to have divine qualities, drunk only by royalty.” Another sip and lord Tyrion’s eyes took on a far away look. ”When drunk, it can both awaken and numb the senses when needed. Your worries, pains can be drowned out and replaced with a moment of blissful numbness.” Leaning in closer to his audience, with the scent of alcohol on his tongue, he disclosed a crucial technique: “Sometimes, when needed, it can be fed to your enemies to extract information as well.”
The young children listened with enraptured interest. Their mouths hung open in wonder. Curiosity piqued, Arielle felt the need to get her hands on that miraculous beverage sloshing around in the cup right inhere line of vision. “Can we have some? Is it tasty?”
“Hmmm…. I’m not sure it’s healthily appropriate for children.” If their mother found out he had given her babies alcohol, she’d probably be really cross. An angry dragon mother was not fun to be around. He’d seen it more than enough times to know. “I don’t think you would like it very much. It’s an acquired taste. You can have a sniff if you’d like.” Tyrion held the goblet out for the child’s nose to reach, holding back a snigger at the reaction that he knew was to come. Arielle took a deep whiff.
“Ugh! Yuck!” She exclaimed, pushing the goblet away from her face.
“I wanna sniff too!” Not wanting to lose out to his twin sister, Aedon eagerly shoved his head forwards to reach the cup. Tyrion sniggered, going along with the prince’s wishes. He offered the cup to the boy.
Nostrils flaring, the boy took a sniff and then promptly gagged. Tyrion’s body was overcome with a fit of chortling laughter, watching their tiny faces contort in disgust.
Knowing better, Elwynn shook her head, pushing the goblet away when her uncle offered it to her, his eyebrows were waggling. “Mama says it’s not good for your liver. You could die from too much alcohol. You shouldn’t drink so much, uncle.”
Tyrion blanched, even the babies were telling him to put off drinking. Should he really start doing that, he wondered. Besides helping with the Queen when she needed his counsel, life was rather looking on the up and ups. He’d even gotten the chance to start his own vinery, complete with a vineyard, producing his very own brand of wine, the Imp’s Delight. He didn’t need to drink himself into a drunken stupor whilst wallowing in the misery of his life anymore, that much was true. Drinking had become more of a leisurely pleasure to him now, something to be shared with a friend over a nice meal. “Hmm…. if I stop drinking, I’d lose my motto! I can’t drink and know things anymore. Now we don’t want that do we?”
Elwynn suggested: “You could drink less and still know things, right?”
Tyrion chuckled. “I’ll consider it.”
“She is right you know. You really should drink less.” A voice came from the doorway to the nursery. The children looked up and instantly bolted to its owner with a chorus of “mama!”s.
The dragon queen fell to her knees, almost automatically, her arms unfurled, welcoming her children into her embrace with a warm smile. She hugged them close, inhaling the scent of strawberries and fresh cream from their bath soap. Her heart filled with warmth and bloomed with love for her children. Holding them close, feeling their arms return her hug around her neck and torso reminded her of how grateful she was once again for being blessed with these beautiful, precious gifts that were her offspring. “Hello, my babies.” Dany cooed. She proceeded to grab hold of their faces, peppering each chubby, cherubic cheek with kisses in greeting, making them squirm and giggle.
With one last peck to their foreheads, Dany slipped her hands into Elwynn‘s and Aedon’s smaller ones. She got to her feet with Arielle hugging her waist. Swinging their joint hands gently, she looked down at the three pairs of purple eyes that mirrored her own and asked: “Have you been good for uncle Tyrion?”
Her question was met with resounding ‘yes’s.
Tyrion sat up, greeting his queen with a nod. “Your Grace.”
“Lord Tyrion.” Dany greeted her hand with a smile as she walked over to the chaise, gaggle of children in tow. Arielle waited for their mama to sit down before toddling forward. She sat on her feet, resting her little head atop her mama’s knees, her hands lay folded over one another propping her chin up to observe the two adults. Elwynn climbed up the chaise and settled herself comfortably into Dany’s side before helping Aedon up too. Dany smiled adoringly at her children, fingers of one hand reaching down to straighten the pink bow on the side of Arielle’s silver head. Her other hand proceeded to smooth down Elwynn’s wild raven curls, adding a tap to Aedon’s button nose, before coming to settle around her eldest child who cradled her baby brother in her lap.
Turning to her Hand, Dany inquired: “I hope you haven’t been informing my children about what lies at the bottom of a bottle, have you?”
“I wouldn’t dare, your Grace. Not to you.” Tyrion smirked. “I was simply educating them about the numerous uses a good bit of wine could provide.” He reassured the queen, a twinkle alit in his eyes.
Seated side by side like this, Dany recalled her last day in Meereen. They sat just like this as well, on the steps by the side of her throne room on the day she named Tyrion Lannister her Hand, the day she joined the great game for the Iron Throne. She would always be thankful for his belief in her, for supporting her vision for a better future, thankful for his counsel and guidance, thankful for his friendship. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?”
“Yes, we have.” Tyrion let out a quiet sigh. “And what a journey it has been.”
The queen nodded, feeling that familiar sense of forlornness, that old friend who sometimes dropped by for a visit unannounced when the nights were typically dreary. They each had lost so much along the way. This road to breaking the wheel had not been an easy one, with death, war and bloodshed spattered throughout. Every each and one of them who was lucky enough to make it out alive, from the ragtag group of leaders, to their people and the soldiers they lead into a battle against thousands of dead men had each lost a piece of themselves as the price for their survival. Then came the penultimate war, fiercer than the last— the battle for the Throne. As the dust settled after the reclamation of the throne, a new future was in the making. Old wounds brought about new mended scars. The hands of pain and loss had carved invisible yet permanent scars on their skins, even more so, on their hearts.
“But we’re still here. Alive and well. Moving on a path to pave the way to a brighter future for the generations to come.” Tyrion digressed, nudging Dany’s arm gently in hopes to lift her spirits. “Besides, if it weren’t for the past, we wouldn’t have the present now would we?” Reclining fully once more on the chaise, he added with a nonchalant shrug: “And the present is looking pretty good. “
The queen and her hand shared a smile. He was right as usual. Life was finally good. She had a place to seek solace from those dreary nights in the arms of her dear husband and three babies whom she could give all her love to, unconditionally.
Little hands patting at her arm broke their conversation. “What is it, my sweet?” Dany asked giving Arielle’s chin a chuck.
“When is papa coming home?” Arielle asked. “I hope it’s soon. I miss the two of you telling us bedtime stories.” She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out pitifully. The king and his queen had a nightly routine of putting their children to bed with a story of their choosing.
“Yes, we haven’t seen papa in forever!” Aedon drawled, throwing his hands up in the air before collapsing into Elwynn’s arms. Aedon missed their play fighting. He missed sharing his toys with his papa and his wooden sword missed the clang against his father’s.
Elwynn giggled holding her brother to her. Ellie missed their trainings. Aside from sword fighting, Papa had just started couching her on using the bow and arrow. Thinking for a moment, she counted the days in her head. Her papa promised that he’d come back within two weeks. He’d been gone for… thirteen, fourteen days now. She gasped in realization. “He’s coming back today isn’t he? I counted the days!” Elwynn exclaimed in excitement, her purple eyes large and shining with glee.
“Really, mama? Really?” The twins whipped their head around to look at her simultaneously, wearing identical wide-eyed, slack mouth expressions on their faces.
Dany couldn’t hold back an amused smile. Her darling children were such a joy to watch. Their faces held nothing back, revealed everything they felt so clearly. Their eyes showed everything that was running through their minds. They held no secrets in their purity.
“Yes, my babies. He’ll be arriving home soon,” informed their mother.
“Hooray!!!” The children yelled. Grabbing onto each other’s hands, the children shot to their feet and began spinning in a circle happily. Their dresses and hair bouncing up and down as they jumped. Sensing their excitement, Ghost joined in their cheer, running around them, his tail wagging back and forth behind him.
“I’d best be getting a move on.” Tyrion shouted to Dany over the ruckus. “I have a certain grape harvester to rendezvous with.” He pushed himself off the chaise, side stepping around the jumping children and ambled over to the door. “A very pretty, very feminine grape harvester to be exact. Say hello to Jon for me!” Tossing a wink at Dany over his shoulder, he yanked the door open, bottle of wine still grasped in his hand. Shaking her head at his retreating figure, Dany laughed as he slipped out the door. Typical Tyrion.
“Children!” With a clap of her hands, Dany called to them. “And Ghost, of course.” All three heads plus their wolf swiveled to look at her. “I need your help.”
The azure waves glittered under the sun as the king flew across the vast open ocean. After a full two days of travel and two whole weeks without his family, he was almost there. Each flap of the dragon’s wings took him closer and closer to his destination which he could see growing in the distance.
Home.
Down in the gardens, three children and their mother meandered through the huge hedge maze that their father had designed for them. The hedges were planted since before the twins were born and within three years, the fast growing plants grew and grew to its current state, standing at five feet. The maze was built around an old lemon tree on a field of dandelions. The couple had found this location one day, shortly after moving in to the Red Keep. They wandered through the gardens exploring. Neither of them had been there before so they made it a point to get to know their new home. Taking a turn they reached a vastly different part of the gardens, the area looked unmanned, like no one had cared for it for years. Unkempt grass grew wild, vines and thorny brambles climbed all over the walls. As they walked on, they came to a clearing and right in the middle stood a lemon tree. Though it was not bearing any fruit at the time, Dany had recognised it immediately from her dreams and that vague hint of lemon wafting from the leaves as they drew closer. She had fallen in love with it instantly. For so long, ever since she was a child, the representation of home to her had always included a lemon tree. That afternoon, the king and queen sat under it, making plans for their future together which included how they would create the perfect little nook for their children to play in.
“This is a bit scary” Aedon gulped. His pouty pink lips wobbled slightly as he curled his fingers around his twin’s.
Little Aedon was usually quite courageous but being only a child of three everything seemed so much larger. The leafy green walls of the maze loomed overhead almost as if they were about to close in and swallow him up whole.
The girls however, weren’t the least bit phased. “Don’t be scared, big brother! This is exciting!” Arielle tightened her grip on his hand. “It’s an avent… adve…” A little furrow appeared between her brows. Tugging on Dany’s skirt, the princess asked: ”Mama? What’s the word again?”
“Adventure, my darling.”
“Adventure.” Parroted the princess with a firm nod. Her silver curls bouncing with her bobbing head.
“Yeah! We have the blood of the wolves in our veins and fire of the dragons in our bellies, we’ll be fine. Just follow me.” Elwynn knew the way like the back of her hand, having explored every inch of the maze since the day the hedges were rooted into the soil, when the short shrubs had only a few leaves attached to their branches. “Here.” Sticking out her hands, Elwynn offered it to her brother and sister. “We’ll hold hands. That way we won’t get separated and you can hold on tightly if you get scared.”
Smiling, the twins placed their hands in hers. Fear gone without a trace, replaced with a renewed enthusiasm.
“Let’s go!” Elwynn cheered, pulling a giggling Arielle and Aedon along with her as she marched on ahead. “Mama! Come on!”
“Be careful, Ellie! Don’t go too far,” Admonished their mother. She wanted keep a protective eye on her babies just in case something happened to them. At the same time, she couldn’t suppress the strong sense of pride that expanded within her chest. Her children were everything she’d hoped for and more. They were kind, bright, brave and most of all they loved each other. She only hoped that it would remain that way and that they would care for each other regardless of the influences they will no doubt face from the people they meet and the ordeals they will stumble upon when they grew older.
“Alright, mama.” Elwynn hollered. The children slowed down and waited for their mama to catch up with them. Then, they made their way together through the twists and turns of the maze to the exit and into the field.
Settling the basket of flowers she held in her hands along with her trusty old tome of flower meanings by the lemon tree, Dany said to her children: “Here’s what we’re going to do.” Kneeling in front of them, from the basket of five different bunches of flowers, she retrieved three bunches and handed them to the children. “We’re going hide these flowers in the maze for your papa to find.”
“Hide and seek!” Aedon chirped.
“In a way, yes. A scavenger hunt to be exact.” Dany couldn’t resist giving his protruding little belly a light poke, enticing a high-pitched yip from the boy. His sisters shared a look dripping with mischief and decided to launch a tickle fest to their brother’s mid section.
Aedon’s childish surprised shrieks filled the air as he covered his belly with his hands, batting at their fingers. His little face gradually flushed red as he bowed over, giggling.
Watching her children tease and play with each other, Dany couldn’t help feel a bit envious. Growing up, she wondered why she didn’t have more than one sibling. Maybe if she had another sister or brother, Viserys wouldn’t have vented all his frustrations on her, the sole outlet of release for his anger. In retrospect though, she wouldn’t wish that on any child. Her brother wasn’t the nicest big brother, but she still remembered the good times, the times when they were little, when they’d have fun together in the house with the red door, before any semblance of their childhood evaporated and was replaced with so much anger, discontent and greed.
For her children, she wished that their childhood would last a long time. That they would have ample chance to experience what it is like to live a carefree life in a peaceful world, with no need to flee from city to city, with no hardship and no pain, in this new world that she’s fought so hard to change.
Eventually, his laughter began to transition into tears. Clearing her throat, Dany put on her sternest mum’s voice. “Girls, that’s enough. Let your brother go.”
The princesses relented, moving their hands away from a now weepy, teary Aedon. Hiccupping, he stumbled over to his mother. “Mama…”
“Hush, my sweet boy. You’re alright.” Dany wrapped him up snug in her arms, brushing back his silver locks from his face, rubbing a palm up and down his back, hoping to sooth the poor child. “Girls, I think we may have went a bit overboard, haven’t we?”
Elwynn nodded, rocking back and forth on her feet looking sheepishly at her brother. “I’m sorry for tickling you so much.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry.” Arielle reached for her brother’s hand. “I didn’t know you would cry.”
“I shouldn’t have started it.” Dany planted a kiss to Aedon’s flushed cheek. “I’m sorry as well. Forgive me?” Dany murmured, her heart aching at her baby’s tears. Her fingers reached out to chase them away.
Shaking his head fervently, Aedon’s face contorted into a broody frown, very much like his father’s when something wasn’t going the way he planned. “I’m not mad at you! It’s my flower, mama!” The prince only proceeded to cry further. Rubbing at his eyes, he lifted the bunch of purplish blue Anemones up to show his mother. Through his squirming and wriggling, between his snorts and shrieks, the flowers in his clenched fists were squashed against his chest. As a result, they were now looking a bit bruised, bent at the stalks and some of the petals had fallen off too. “Papa won’t like them anymore!” Aedon wailed, big fat drops of tears streaked freely down his flushed cheeks.
Dany felt as if her heart was going to melt into a puddle within her rib cage. Her boy was such a sensitive sweetheart. “Aww… don’t worry sweetling, your papa will love them all the same. As long as it’s something his children give him.” Dany assured the child, her fingers gently caressing his face, relieving him of the salty moisture that was being squeezed out from his very active tear ducts.
“Yeah? Mama?” said the boy between hiccups.
“I’m sure of it.” Dany said with a bop to his tomato red nose. The boy shot her a wobbly grin, feeling better at last. His older sister swabbed away the last of his tears and snot with the train of her dress, while his baby sister showed him her goofiest monkey face to tease a smile out of the toddler and a gave him a hug just to be sure that he felt better.
With a smile and that sense of pride swimming in her heart, Dany straightened back up to stand, brushing off the grass stains on her knees. “Alright, let’s get to work, shall we?”
The three tots nodded their heads eagerly, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet, ready to get on with their assigned task.
“Make sure to hide them in the bushes. Can you do that for me please?”
They nodded again. Feet already inching towards the maze they’d just came out off.
In the basket by her feet, held two more bunches of flowers and another greener bundle of leaves. Dany took the remaining bouquet from the basket, leaving the leaves behind. “I’ll keep you for later.” She thought, smirking to herself. Jon was in for a surprise. To her children, she instructed: “Stick together now.”
The children complied. Elwynn slid a free hand into Dany’s larger one, Aedon grabbed hold of Elwynn’s blouse and Arielle brought up the rear with her fingers in Aedon’s shirt.
Together, the quartet headed back into the maze.
That’s odd, Jon thought as he dismounted his horse. Instead of his family, it was Missandei who stood by the entrance to the Red Keep. Missandei and Ghost. Which was even stranger. Ghost rarely ever left the children’s sides since Elwynn’s birth. Did something happen?
Ghost bounded towards his master the moment his feet hit the ground. Leaping up in attempts to reach his face and smother him in slobbery kisses. Standing on his hind legs, Ghost stood with his front paws on Jon’s shoulders. The king chuckled ruffling the wolf’s fur by his face. “I’m glad to see you again, boy!
“Welcome home, your Highness.” Missandei greeted him warmly, her hands holding something behind her back. “I hope the skies have been clear?”
“Aye, the weather had been kind.” Jon replied, a hand stroking through Ghost’s white fur. “Is everything alright? Where’s Dany? And the children?” Jon queried, the beginnings of worry rising in his chest.
“They’re perfectly fine. Although the queen did ask me to give you this.” Bringing her hands to the front, Jon noticed that she was holding a roll of parchment. Missandei entrusted the scroll to him with a half smile, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
Jon eyed her with an arched eyebrow. To him she looked like she was keeping a secret from him.
The note was held close with a red ribbon. Tugging it off with a flourish, unrolling the scroll, Jon instantly recognized his wife’s neat penmanship. Across the parchment she wrote:
Find the four flowers in the maze. Follow the flowers to us, come to us, your family, my love.
“Huh. What could Dany be up to?” He asked absently.
Missandei simply shrugged, that cryptic smile still upon her lips. Definitely suspicious. Something was up.
Looking down at Ghost, he asked: “Do you know?”
Titling his head, Ghost merely barked.
Head into the maze, find the flowers and out the other side to his family.
“I guess I have to locate the flowers hidden in any of these hedges?” A perplexed Jon stood with his arms crossed across his chest at the entrance of the maze, pondering. “That’s a lot of hedges.”
Ghost headed into the maze ahead of him. Looking back at his master, the wolf waited with a tilt of his head and a whine almost as if urging him to get a move on. Seeing Jon still standing there, he grew impatient. His whine became a bark.
“I’m coming! And you’re helping me search.” Jon patted his wolf on the head. The king only hoped his wife didn’t hide them too well. The maze wasn’t that big but it was still big enough to feel like he was searching for a flower in a field of flowers.
Turning this way and that in the maze, thank the gods it didn’t take long for Jon to spot the first flash of colour among all the green. The first blossom was a bunch of Stargazer Lilies held together with a similar red ribbon as the parchment Missandei had given him earlier, not so hidden in the side of a hedge. The lilies were gorgeous. They looked like stars with five petals forming the five points with their protruding pistil and stamens forming the middle. The petals were pink with speckles of red dotted all over. The edges were lined with white and the sweet, poignant fragrance they emitted reminded him of the glasshouses in Winterfell. “One down, three more to go.” His heart began to gallop. He was almost there and he couldn’t wait to see them.
Walking along, Jon could picture his children and their gleeful laughter, roaming about the maze to find the perfect hiding spot, obscure but not so hidden that he couldn’t find them. He wondered what they were doing this very moment just on the other side of this maze? Were they just as eager to see him, as he was to see them?
Just then, he felt a damp nose nudging at his leg. “What is it? Did you find one?” Ghost averted his eyes to a spot behind Jon. Following his gaze, he turned to find a bunch of bright royal purple Pansy just by his head. Plucking them out of the bush, the king had to laugh. He was so occupied with looking for them at ground level he neglected to remember that his wife, just like in everything she did, was very thorough. He suspected she would have been involved in the hiding too.
“Two more left. Come on, boy.” With the flowers in one hand, the king and his wolf went on through the labyrinth.
The next blossom he picked up were a cluster of red Petunias left right in the middle of the grassy path. “Convenient.” Jon added the bundled blossoms to his collection. It would seem that one of his darling tots were eager that he got to them faster and wanted to make his job easier. Which suited him just fine, leaving him with only one more.
This was a pleasant change, he thought, glancing down at the sizeable bouquet in the crook of his arm. Usually, it was he who planned the surprises for his dear wife. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d gotten flowers or a surprise. Though his mind was beginning to piece together the meanings of the flowers, thanks to his elusive knowledge of botany not many people knew about, he still wondered what his queen had to say utilising these particular flowers. He couldn’t wait to hear it from her.
Ghost pranced by his side, tail swinging jauntily behind him, looking delighted as can be to be with his master again. Keeping his nose to the ground at occasions to help in his master’s search. As they reached the last turn, with the exit looming just ahead, Ghost suddenly rushed forward, sticking his snout into a hedge and returned to Jon with last bunch of flowers gingerly clamped between his jaws. “Thank you, well done Ghost!” Jon accepted the bunch from him. It was a delicate bouquet of Anemone. The blossoms looked a bit battered, missing a few petals here and there, but they were still lovely nonetheless and meant so much to him already. They were quite rare in these regions, he had no clue they even existed in the gardens. These flowers were special for their natural ability to close when night comes and open to the sun when daylight breaks. He just knew that the children would love to see them, while still attached to their roots of course. He’d have to take them on a hunt for them during one of their afternoon adventures soon. With that, all four had been found. Time to meet his family just around the bend.
Among the field of yellow and white blossoms, three young children huddled close to their mother, bending stalks, weaving flower crowns and blowing at dandelion fluffs. Each seed carried a wish to the sky, a wish for their papa to appear before their eyes. Just then, their furry big brother leapt through the stalks, trampling across the field, barking. All four heads turned towards him and their eyes alighted on the figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Their wishes came true!
“Papa!” His children called out to him, children that he never thought he would have the chance to father. Childish voices soared through the air, so clear, so crisp like a cool spring breeze drifting through the leaves of a tree, carrying the distinct purity only the children of summer could have, as tiny sandaled feet pounded against the ground. Three tiny bodies rushed through the grass, sending fluffy dandelion seeds scattering everywhere. Their outstretched hands reached for him in search of that familial connection between a father and his children. Jon dropped to his knees with his arms held apart, ready to catch his prince and princesses barrelling straight for him. An armful of mini humans later, he found himself on his backside having toppled backwards with a grunt, his arms as full as his heart was bursting.
“Papa, we’ve missed you so very much!” Elwynn exclaimed, hugging him around the neck.
“Yeah! You’ve been gone forever!” Arielle rubbed her cheek back and forth against his tunic, like a cat welcoming her parent home from a hard day of work. In a way that seemed applicable to him too.
“Did ya see any White Walkers beyond the Wall?” Aedon asked, his hands clinging to Jon’s right sleeve.
Ignoring their disapproving whines at him squishing them, the laughing king intensified his grip around his children, dropping smooches all over the crowns of their heads. He simply sat on the ground relishing in the moment, having them so near once more, trying his best to give them two weeks worth of cuddles and snuggles in one ginormous one. These babies and his wife were his everything. The day he held Elwynn in his arms, such a small wriggly thing, bundled up in a blanket, he knew that he would do anything for his children. Then when the twins came along, he knew for certain that he would go to any extent to keep them safe, even if it meant giving his life. Now that he was a father, words that his uncle, who raised him like a father would, resonated with him. Even if it meant being the lone wolf that died, he would do so willingly to ensure that his pack lived on. But before that, he would burn whomever dared to harm his family to ash.
The human heart was such a mysterious organ, one that she was constantly underestimating. Underestimating its capacity to love. Her husband and her offspring interacting made such a beautiful sight, watching from a distance, an overwhelming giddy, fluttery, fuzzy feeling expanded and expanded before melting her heart into a puddle of molten emotions within her chest cavity as moisture gathered in her eyes. All of them, the four beautiful beings that she stood observing, composed a future that once long ago, she never thought would ever be in the cards for her anymore. Sometimes, it almost seemed to good to be true, like a dream, a dream of spring in the darkest, coldest winter. And yet, as her eyes met her husband’s, over the top of their children’s heads, she knew this was true, a reality that was hers. One that she would protect with everything she had.
Leaving the children to play a few feet away, making sure they could still be seen, Dany weaved her fingers through the spaces between her husband’s, where they fit perfectly, where they belonged. She walked them towards the giant lemon tree. Under the shade provided by the foliage, with the scent of lemon in the air, and white lemon blossoms above their heads, Dany nestled herself against the front of Jon’s body. “I spent the whole day planning and researching all this for you, did you know?” She stated feeling extremely proud of herself. The queen had Jon’s bouquet in he hands, clasped in front of her stomach with her arms around her flower almanac that still held all the flowers he’d gifted to her over the years, now long dried of course but the queen had them preserved and pressed into bookmarks so she could keep them for a long, long time. Shimmying slightly to get comfortable, Dany peered up at him, a look of pure bliss painted her enchanting amethyst orbs. After so many years, she was just as mesmerizing as the first moment they met. There was not a side of her that he had uncovered which he hadn’t fell for. Taking the courage and allowing his heart to fall and welcome her into it all those years ago was the best-damned thing he had ever done in his then, bleak and dreary life. At the moment though that old life seemed so far away. The endless winter had finally turned to spring.
“Thank you, my queen.” The king cuddled his lover in the warm enclosure of his arms, cherishing the feel of her back in his embrace. “This has to be one of the greatest gifts I’ve had the pleasure of receiving.” Pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, he added: “It comes close to meeting you and the birth of our children of course.”
His queen snuggled back into him, running the tip of her nose indulgently along his neck, breathing in his scent. Not withholding the urge to drop opened mouthed kisses along the expanse of his exposed skin, Dany relished in his shudder with an appreciative hum. How she’d missed him. The scratch of his scruffy beard under her fingers, up and down the her inner thighs, the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers that always reduced her into a trembling mess, the warm family moments they shared together with their babies, just everything that was him.
“Do you know why I chose these flowers for you?”
“Why did you choose them, my love?”
Tucking her head into the bend where Jon’s neck met his shoulder, Dany spoke softly, eager to savour this rare tender moment which didn’t come by very often now that they were parents: “These flowers in particular allow for a smoother storytelling process. The meaning of these flowers can be strung into a short tale of my woes while you were away.” She batted her eyelids at him playfully, before breaking out into a giggle, one that Jon couldn’t help but join in. “Would you like to hear it?” Her fingers already rearranging the bouquets in the right order as she spoke.
“Of course I would.” Jon replied, shifting her hair away from her face and placing the lock behind her ear. He loved her like this without her many intricate braids, with just the one running down the middle, made up of two smaller braids that held her hair away from the sides of her face, leaving the rest of her locks flowing free. In place of her royal crown was a flower crown, circling her head. In his eyes the ensemble made her appear no less regal but softer, more vulnerable in a way that made her even more beautiful, more carefree, away from her worries and duties, more like the Dany so often hidden under all her titles.
“Let’s start with this one.” Dipping her head low, Dany welcomed the sweet floral scent into her nose. “Stargazer lilies are really pretty aren’t they?” She asked. “I couldn’t sleep without you holding me, so I went strolling one night an the scent of these flowers drew me to them, I picked them and got the idea to give you flowers like you tend to give me! These flowers were the perfect candidate. You see, the predominant felling when you left was an acute sense of longing. These flowers carry that sentiment.” Twirling a lily around and watching their red speckles catch the light, she remembered how the children would query every night of when their papa would come home. Every time they did so, her heart would ache just a little more. “I’ve missed you, Jon, terribly. Our babies did too. We’ve never parted for such an extended period of time in so long.”
“I’ve missed you too. I missed my family. It felt odd being away, like a part of me was missing. Which I suppose was true.” Kissing her on the back of her head, he reflected: “A big portion of my heart stayed behind back here, with you. Seems like I can’t stray away from you, my queen. ”
“Good. You’d better remember that.” Dany flicked at his nose defiantly with the flowers, laughing lightly as he sneezed.
“Aye, I will.” Jon promised, sniffling lightly. Lifting the heavy tome up and out of Dany’s lap to wind his arms around her to rest on her belly, Jon cheekily nipped at her earlobe, making her yelp. Smirking as she shot a flustered glare back at him, he nodded with his head at the flowers, speaking an unspoken ‘continue please’.
Dany cleared her throat, all the while tyring hard not to smile at her husband’s mischievous capers. Sometimes her stoic wolf could be just like their children, which was something she found surprisingly endearing. Pulling Jon’s arms tighter around her, Dany picked out the Pansy next. “Essentially, the Pansy conveys the meaning of remembrance. Remembering events of the past.” Playing with the round petals under her fingers, a small smile stole across her lips. “Sometimes during the night when I felt particularly lonely, my mind would fill with all the things we’ve been through, all the good and the bad.”
“That was what I did too.” It was the same for him. Lying in his childhood bedroom, in his childhood bed back in Winterfell, everything around him looked the same and yet everything was different now. The space beside him in bed felt empty and cold without his love, a thousand miles away. The occasional raven from Kings Landing and the thoughts of his darling family were the only things that kept him on his task and the prospect of getting back to them soon pushed him to work harder. “The thoughts of the happy times we’ve spent together, are your greatest treasure huh?” Jon’s fingers reached forward to curve around the edge of a pansy petal.
Nuzzling her forehead against his, Dany hummed. “Yes.”
“As are mine.” Jon rubbed his nose alongside hers. “Always.”
“As the day of your return approached, I began feeling much lighter, my heart was so full to the brim with,” Waving the bunch of Anemone before his eyes, Dany could almost feel an echo of excitement in her building once more. “Anticipation, Jon.”
The king laughed. He knew that feeling all too well.
“And now that you’re back, I can give you these Petunias that fully represent what I hope we’ll have more of in the future.” Gently placing the flowers back in Jon’s hands, Dany wrapped her smaller ones around his. “I wish with all my heart that I will be able to fulfil my endless desire to spend the rest of my life in your company, because no matter what we’re going through, you make me feel sure of myself, you sooth every frazzled nerve that comes up and you just…. make me so happy.”
When they first met, the queen had no intention of getting used to the presence of this broody man, the solemn king in the North, no intention at all to grow close to him, to let him steal his way into that firmly guarded vault that held her vulnerability, held her heart. He did so in such a sneaky way that when she realised her feelings for him, the seeds had already taken root and had grown into little buds of love that would soon bloom into flowers that never withered even in the harshest of winters.
Jon was speechless. His throat so clogged up with emotions the only way he could react was to capture his wife’s lovely mouth with his.
“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you more…” He murmured against her lips when they parted reluctantly for breath. “I love you and would gladly spend my whole life working my hardest to bring you only joy, after all that you’ve been through, all the hardship and pain. You deserve only happiness.”
Chasing after his lips for more pecking kisses, Dany uttered breathlessly: “You deserve it too. Let’s agree to be happy together.”
“That sounds like a solid plan.” Kissing her back with ardour, Jon couldn’t agree more.
The dimly lit nursery was dark and the light snoring from two slumbering princesses was the only sound that could be heard. The only occupants awake were the king and his little prince.
“Papa?” A sleepy Aedon called out. His eyes were already drooping, but he had a very important question in mind that he needed to ask.
Jon came to sit by his son’s bed. “What is it, my boy?” He asked, tucking the covers securely around the child.
“Do you think I’m weak?” Came the prince’s voice, muffled from his mouth being half hidden under the covers. Aedon’s eyes darted around the room, not meeting his father’s directly.
Taken aback, Jon had to ask, his voice curious with a hint of worry. “Why do you say that?”
“Well, today when we were going into the lemon tree place, I got scared had to hold Ellie and Ari’s hands.” Aedon’s voice was beginning to wobble. Even in the dark, Jon could tell that tears were welling in his eyes. His son reminded him a bit of his baby brother Rickon. Aedon was such a sweet, sensitive boy who had the bravery of the wolf and dragon combined, residing in his blood but sometimes Jon wondered if he felt unsure of himself. He wasn’t the wildest or loudest child. He was the quiet, cautious one who never jumped into situations that could endanger him. The silent wolf that came prowling through the trees in the woods, silent but loud when need be. He was the perfect balance between his wilful sisters.
Pulling the blanket away from his son’s body, Jon gently lifted the boy up to sit on his lap. “Aedon, listen to me carefully now.” Tipping his head up by the chin so that their eyes met, Jon stated firmly: “Being afraid doesn’t make you weak. There is nothing wrong in being scared sometimes. In fact, it proves that you are strong.”
“How?” Aedon asked, confused.
“To be weak is to be brave. Let me ask you this, Aedon.” Jon’s hand came to curl around his son’s arm, shifting the boy to sit with his side resting against his chest. “Did you make it out of the maze?”
Aedon nodded, still looking up at his father warily.
“Then that’s all that matters! Only by being brave, allowed you to face your fear. That bravery in you gave you the courage to overcome that fear and come out at the end!”
“But… I still had to let my sisters guide me!” The boy frowned.
“That is also a sign of the bravery that you have in you. Being able to admit that you were scared and ask for help is a good thing.” Rocking his son gently from side to side, Jon said: “Besides, we don’t have to be brave all the time. Just as long as it appears when it’s needed, to protect the things you hold dear for example, like your family or to do what is right, what is necessary.”
Aedon’s eyes grew large as an unbridled grin formed across his face, pushing up his chubby cheeks. “I was brave, papa?”
“Aye.” Jon reassured him with a ruffle to his curls. “You are so very brave. And who knows, maybe one day your sisters will need you to defend them. Maybe even your mama and I might need your help.”
“No way!” Aedon said in a breathy voice, tinged with disbelief. “Me?”
“Aye. You will need to bring out that bravery you have inside here.” Jon pointed at Aedon’s chest. “Be the dragon you were born to be, be the wolf that protects his pack. Can you do that my boy?”
Aedon puffed up his chest with his lips pursed into the tightest line and nodded his head so vehemently his curls bounced all over the place.
“Good. Remember, being afraid does not make you weak.” Sticking out his pinkie finger, Jon offered it to the boy. “Promise you’ll remember that?”
Aedon hooked his tiny finger as best as he could around his father’s. “I promise.”
“Now, let’s get you to bed. You’re going to need your energy if you want to hunt some White Walkers with me tomorrow!” Jon tossed his son up in the air lightly, relieved to hear the sound of his son’s cheerful laughter. Urging the boy into the confines of his blanket, and watching with a smile as he lay back down before pulling the blanket up to his chin. Finally with the boy firmly tucked in, Jon said to him: “I love you, my son.”
“I love you, papa. Good night.” Aedon mumbled as his eyes fell shut, ready to join his sisters on their expedition through the land of dreams.
With lingering kisses to each other their slumbering heads, Jon crept out of the nursery, leaving the door open just a crack.
“Are the children asleep?” Dany asked from their bed.
“Aye. Arielle and Ellie knocked out before I even got to the end of the first page and you know how much they love that story.” Jon replied with a fond smile lifting the corners of his lips. The princesses requested that story almost nightly. It was the tale of a warrior princess mounting her dragon and slaying the hideous Chimera with dragon fire. It was very true to their characters. He wondered what kind of princesses they’d grow up to be, his beautiful daughters. One thing that he knew for certain was, they’d grow to be just as strong as their mother and their aunts in the North. It was in their blood after all.
“Ugh…. I’m exhausted!” Jon groaned, collapsing onto his side of bed, his head falling to rest on the queen’s thigh.
Dany ran her fingers lovingly through his silky curls. “I bet you are. But you can’t sleep yet!”
“What? Why?” Jon exclaimed with a pout, looking ridiculously like his children when they didn’t get their way.
“There is something else I saved for you.” A sly half smile fleeted across her mouth as she held up a sprig of mistletoe between her fingers. “I’m sure you know what this little plant means?”
“Mistletoe huh?” Jon sat up and crawled over to his wife, a languid smirk tugging at his mouth, until there was only a scant distance between their lips. “If my memory serves me,” he hummed, thinking for a moment, “it means you’re sending me a thousand kisses?” Jon murmured, his breath rolling over Dany’s face. He wasn’t aware of just how much he’d missed her in bed until they were just an inch away from touching. How he’d missed his lovely wife, the warmth of her pressed against him, the taste of her, her scent, her talented tongue doing sinful things to his body that made him want to combust under her, and the sight of her being a mother to their children, just her everything.
Turns out she’d been missing him too, for she craved him, dearly. The queen scooted herself closer to him, an arm curled around Jon’s neck, she pulled him to her. Her eyes slipped shut as their lips brushed against one another, not quite kissing just yet but grazing softly as they breathed together, savouring the closeness of their bodies, reunited at last. The contented hum released by the queen radiated from her lips to his, sending delicious tremors coursing through Jon’s body.
“Well…. I couldn’t send them to you attached to the feet of a raven, so I saved them up for you. Now that you’re back….” Wiggling the green parasitic sprig above their heads, her lips blossomed into a grin that he felt against his own. “Feel free to come and claim your kisses anytime, my darling husband.”
That was all a very reinvigorated Jon needed to pounce forward and pin his wife to their bed. The sprig of mistletoe fell to the floor, soon to be joined by their clothes as the king and queen spent the rest of the night rediscovering one another, reacquainting themselves with the spots on each other’s bodies that made them tremble and topple over the edge into the arms of carnal ecstasy.
It was good to be home, Jon concluded. As they say, home is where the heart was, amongst many other things.
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Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?
A sound so sweet, of you and me - 5 - First confessions
I guarentee this contains more Lutteo than the last episodes that aired! ^^ Not like it’s hard
Story: In a world where you only know who your soulmate is by calling them by their first name, Matteo soon finds that the smallest words can be the hardest to say.
Word count: 2k
“What’s wrong?”
A glare full of expectation settled on him, dragging Matteo down under its weight until he choked on his words. It’d be the right choice to tell her, the healthy one.
Yet, Matteo fought hard to gather the courage. He searched for it in his mind, in his stomach, in his heart.
Found nothing.
So, he searched for it in Luna. In the soft lines of her face, in the sparkle of her eyes, in the memories flooding his brain of all the times she made him laugh, of all the times she gave him a sensation of infinite happiness.
He found it the touch of her hand, in the little nod and the warmth spreading out in his gut just by looking at her.
“I didn’t see you a lot these last days”, he started, his voice trembling from the effort to find the right words. To not screw this up. “It felt like I didn’t see you at all, to be honest.”
Her smile disappeared. But her hand stayed right in its place, stroking the top of his own, and he needed nothing else to continue. “I’m afraid you’ll ignore us again when he comes back. That you’ll be glued to him and we don’t get to spend any time with you”, he held in, growing quieter, “I don’t want that.”
And you still haven’t answered my question, Matteo silently added, not daring to speak those words that burned his throat the most.
His words hit deep, that much was apparent, and it hurt him just as much. Not only did he fail to awake this brilliant smile, he managed to make her miserable as well.
Great job.
“I’m sorry”, Luna mumbled as she barely returned his look. Underneath the table, he discovered her dangling legs, how they almost bumped into the table due to her inability to sit still. “I didn’t know you felt that. Which, obviously, isn’t an excuse, but I got so excited and I wanted to use every minute of his visit and – that’s not an excuse either. Matteo, I am so sorry, really, I should’ve been a better friend.”
She sighed.
Her breathless ramble left him speechless – she cared, she really cared about him and how she made him feel, and she was so cute, too cute – so he squeezed her hand once, tried to let her know that it was okay.
“I’ll do anything to not let that happen again.” She cleared her throat, her voice growing stronger, more confident. Like a new sky on a dawning day. “Thanks for telling me.”
“Thanks for asking”, Matteo replied. And he meant it with every fiber of his being.
“Really, I never meant to hurt you”, Luna said, nothing but honesty glimmering in her eyes. “Hug?”
Matteo gladly agreed. Hugging her felt so much better than the last time, it felt like puzzle pieces falling to place, simple as that. One hug and his world spun the right way again.
“How about I’m buying us milkshakes and then you can catch me up?”
He chuckled, allowing his fingers to gently ran down her arms, “Only if you buy strawberry milkshakes.” Luna shook her head, although her laugh gave her away. “You little cannibal.”
On Monday, he discovered Luna at their table in the cafeteria, alone, waiting. For him. It shouldn’t make him as speechless as it did.
“Solare! Already here?”, he peaked over her shoulder but stepped back when she turned her head and she was close, too close. “My favorite astronaut!”
He felt her breath on his face.
Another step back. He didn’t want to kiss her in the cafeteria. (Kiss her yes, cafeteria no.)
Luna blinked one too many times, though whatever glimmer he noticed was gone as she cleared her throat. “Yeah, Gastón and Nina sneaked out to ‘talk’ before lunch” – she pulled a grimace, making him chuckle – “So, I thought I’d go already and wait for you.”
He sat down next to her and despite his hardest attempts to keep the fondness away from his gaze, he knew he failed. “How nice of you.”
A soft pink hushed over her cheeks like thieves in the night.
“How were your classes?”, Luna asked. Her eyes fixed the plate, her face still lighting up. “Boring”, Matteo admitted.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, meanwhile he searched for the right words. Tried combinations, different approaches, but nothing in his head sounded right. In the end, he blurted it out, because that was just the kind of effect Luna had on him, apparently.
“So, Tamara announced this competition yesterday and I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner.”
Luna choked on her lunch so hard, he almost called an ambulance. “Are you okay?”, he leaned in to her, patting her back. She shook her head, bowing over, rattling for air, coughing and coughing. When it finally came to an end, his touch stayed on her, no longer innocent help as he drew slow patterns with his fingertips.
She shivered. “Why me? Why not Ámbar? You always skated with her.”
He let go of her, turning to his lunch instead. The weight of her green sea pulled him down, away from the surface, away from the truth – Because I like you so, so much – and he cursed himself for clinging to the first available excuse as if it was his lifebuoy. “Because I feel like dancing with the moon, what’s wrong with that?”
Luna grinned, outright mischievous. Matteo didn’t dare to take a bite. “You know, that’s a joke Gastón definitely would have made”, she stated. “And if he knew, he’d never let you live it down.”
“Luckily you are not Gastón, moon girl.”
“You make it sound as if being Gastón was a bad thing.”
“What if it was?” he chuckled.
“So, you’re saying it’s a good thing not to be your soulmate?”, she mumbled, however clasped her mouth as soon as the words slipped out.
Surprised, he dropped his cutlery.
“That’s taking it a bit too far, don’t you think?”, Matteo replied.
Luna seemed uncomfortable, her hand played with her hair, again and again as she avoided his gaze.
With a soft bump in the shoulder, he silently asked for her attention. As she looked up, a question shimmered in her eyes, and he lost no time to answer it. “You still didn’t say if you want to skate with me.”
A smile, and one that hit him right in the stomach at that. “Yes, why not?”
“Do you want me to tell you a secret?”, he asked her later, as they sat by the lockers to put on their skates.
“A secret?”
His hand wandered off, out of control, to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I enjoy skating with you way more than with Ámbar.”
Luna leaned into his touch, into his hand. Perhaps this was what melting felt like, like dissolving into a puddle of happiness and joy. “With Ámbar you could seriously win, though.”
He chuckled. “She’s only better for now. And anyway, I don’t care about winning. I only want to skate with you.”
“Who are you and what have you done to my astronaut?”
They only had a few minutes break between their morning classes and Matteo used them to chill on his desk, a little box of fruits his mom had packed him on his lab.
“Strawberries, nice”, Gastón commented and stole one, the grin on his lips that announced a pun. Matteo groaned pre-cautiously.
“Speaking of, how are things with Luna, chico fresa?”
He groaned a second time, since it was the first time in days he had heard this nickname. “She doesn’t call me that anymore, I’m only an astronaut now.”
Amused, his best friend stole a grape and threw it into the air to catch it with his mouth. After he swallowed, he shook his head. “Bro, you literally begged for this. You should have been happy with what you had.”
“First, I thought it was only a joke!” Matteo explained, not that it helped, Gastón’s puns and his teasing were two unstoppable forces, like a tsunami unleashed upon the shore. “But now she’s doing it all the time. I miss being a strawberry.”
“I think astronaut fits you better.” Gastón paused, glancing at his soulmate. “You’re over the moon lately. I mean you could even say you’re…”
“Oh no! Please, don’t do it.”
“…Lunatic.”
“I hate you.” Matteo sighed, still in denial over how bad exactly this joke had been, even for Gastón’s (already low) standards. “Do you know if it’s possible to return your soulmate and get a new one? Because I think I want a new one.”
His best friend pouted. “Why are you so cruel to me?”
Matteo shrugged and closed his lunch box when Gastón attempted to steal more food.
“But you could ask Luna if she wants to be yours.”
“Yeah, because that’s how this works.” He found no way to keep the bitterness out of his tone. “But you wouldn’t mind her”, Gastón said, as simple as counting to ten. As if it took no effort to find this explanation. Perhaps it was that simple, Matteo figured, and since he saw no use in arguing, he just went silent.
“Patience is a virtue”, Miguel told his daughter while they waited outside the gates, watching hordes of people leaving.
“Whoever said that clearly never had to wait for their best friend to land”, Luna mumbled. Her whole body buzzed from excitement, standing still wasn’t an option ever since Tino dropped them off in the parking space. Nothing calmed her down, not the smart comments from her dad, not the hugs of her mom, not even the memory of Matteo’s words and the sadness resonating in them. (Actually, thinking about Matteo turned her into an even bigger mess.)
Nothing calmed her down except the view of Simón walking towards them, bags and his guitar in his hand and the brightest smile on his lips.
When she hugged him, she felt the happiest she’d ever been.
“You have a crush on him.”
Taken aback, Luna lacked the words to reply. Hell, the words to think. Within two days of living here, and within one hour of Matteo and Luna training, he stated this in the same way he called her his best friend: like a matter of fact.
Luna wanted to cover up, if she only knew how to hide a truth she always had imagined as hidden, as a secret, only now to discover the contrary applied.
“…Maybe?”, she said after a quick glance over her shoulder, to check if Matteo stood out of hearing sight.
“I can’t believe it”, Simón grinned, like this meant good news, like he had waited for this to happen. “I can’t believe you have a crush on him! And you didn’t tell me! Is that why you never hung out with him when I visited? Are you embarrassed?”
Her cheeks radiated heat, she probably looked like a tomato. Or a strawberry. Luna hated this question, it reminded her of the guilt pit in her stomach during her conversation with Matteo, it reminded her of a mistake she couldn’t explain to herself.
She never wanted to repeat this mistake.
“I was just really excited to see you”, she argued. And crush didn’t quite fit her situation anyway.
Simón clicked his tongue, shaking his head, though his grin told Luna she had nothing to fear, “I told you I wanted to see every aspect of your fancy life here and yet, you deprive me of this… Come on, I want to know what he’s like.”
In the corner of her vision, she noticed Matteo skating closer, perhaps too close, hopefully not too close. “Simón!”, she shushed her best friend, “Could you please stop being so loud? What if he hears you?”
All her idiot best friend had to answer was, “Aww, you really have it bad!”
#soy luna#lutteo#my sl fanfiction#a sound so sweet of you and me#oh look the only chapter where i actually stuck to my goal of 2k#don't worry it won't happen again#like the next ones are pretty tame but watch me lose all self control around chapter 8#anyway i hope you enjoy this
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OC Interview Tag
Rules: Choose one of your OCs, get into their head, and answer these questions as if they were answering.
Tagged by @typeaadventures !! Thanks so so much :D I’ll do Noah Crowe, as suggested by @kira-desomma (also, consider this you being tagged, I want some petrichor diner OC info!!!)
1. How are you doing today?
Good! Things are good.
2. You ready to answer some questions?
Sure, go ahead.
3. How do you feel about your first name? Your surname?
Noah’s fine, except when people drag out the end, Shannon. “Noaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh?” No, you can’t borrow the truck.
Crowe as a last name is good. Not many people have it so it’s memorable. A lot of people spell it without the e though. There’s an e at the end, people.
4. Is there anything you’d like to thank your author for?
Not really. I’m scarred, overworked, and there’s discourse over one of my favourite pizza toppings. Well.. okay I guess thanks for Shannon, my mom, football and snacks, and for making me surprisingly mentally sound considering my childhood.
5. You can only eat three foods for the rest of your life. What are they?
1) Mac n’ cheese
2) Tacos
3) Grapes
6. Have you ever done or said anything that surprised your author?
Showed a shitty side of myself she hadn’t planned. Mina shut it down really quick.
7. You have limitless funds. What kind of party do you throw?
Something WILD!! Like the college parties you see in movies. Or maybe I’d rent out a huge yacht and a crazy amount of champagne for all my friends.
8. Pick one of your fellow characters. What would they say about you?
Shannon would call me a provider of mini cacti, and she’d say I’m good at paying my half of the rent. Hopefully Mina would call me charming or handsome or funny, or all three. I could settle for all three.
9. Tell us a quick story about something that’s happened to you that not even your author knows about… yet.
Okay SO when I was 15 I had a crush on this girl. I tried to be romantic and I wanted to buy her a dozen roses, but I could only afford one and I forgot it on the bus ride to her house. So on my walk from the bus stop to her place, I snatched some flowers out of someone’s garden and they were super poofy. Like, big balls of flowers. I think they’re called hydrantas or something? When I got there, I handed them to her and she like.. buried her face in them to smell them, I guess? And next thing I knew, she was screaming her head off. A bee hung out the entire trip in the flower, and stung her upper lip when she went to sniff it. I did not get a first date.
10. Do you have a favorite superhero?
Batman, but I prefer watching Marvel movies. Batman comics, Marvel movies.
11. What do you plan to do after this?
Quick jog, make dinner for me and Shan, then maybe some black ops for a bit. If you have any suggestions for dinner, I’d love to hear them. I can never come up with any ideas.
I’ll tag @ghost-with-the-toast-babe @siljehawthorne @authorisada @mrsnotasheeep @christinawritesfiction @merflk and @nicholewrites No pressure, of course! And anyone else who wants to do this, you can do it and say I tagged you!
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Skydive (Himchan/Mafia AU) Part 4
She ran her fingers through her hair and massaged her shampoo into her scalp. The shower was the only place she felt at peace anymore. Rinsing the soap out of her hair she shut the water off and got out.
Hayan worried for what Himchan had in store for her. Though he had shown kindness before, it didn’t ease her nerves. She wiped the condensation off of the mirror and took a long hard look at herself. “Hayan what did you get yourself into?” She asked herself and sighed. Hayan looked tired, she was tired. She was tired of living like a dog and she was ready for a change.
Hayan opened the bathroom door a crack and steam escaped. “Junhong?” She called out and heard footsteps come up the hall. He paused infront of the door and shut his eyes really tight. “You can’t see anything, you can open your eyes.” She laughed and he opened his eyes slowly.
Her hair was wet and water droplets trickled down the side of her face and neck. He felt rude for following them with the waterdroplets with his eyes so he focused on hers, scared she’d think he was a pervert. A blush coated his cheeks and Hayan cocked and eyebrow at his expression.
“Junhong is this breakfast formal or-?” Hayan paused, waiting for Junhong to fill her in. “Himchan said you’d ask that. He said, wear whatever you feel good in.” Junhong said and Hayan nodded. “You can go sit back down now.” She said and waited for him to be completely out of sight before sprinting to her room.
Her clothing choices weren’t vast, but there were a few things she deemed appropriate. She pulled on a just above the knew baby blue skirt and a plain white t-shirt. Hayan brushed her shoulder length hair gingerly and put half of it up in a bun. Not bothering with makeup, she headed for the living room.
“Yeah boss, I think she’s finished. We’ll be headed that way shortly. Bye, boss.” Hayan heard as she rounded the corner. Junhong stood up from the couch and looked her up and down, mentally nodding in approval. “You look pretty, Ms. Hayan.” He said and smiled cutely.
If it wasn’t for the small age gap, Hayan might have been interested in Junhong. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Standing at six foot two with a lean muscular build, he was a nice sight to see. But Hayan couldn’t find herself attracted to him.
“Should we go?” Hayan asked after slipping her shoes on. “Let’s go.” Junhong said and extended his arm for her to hold. She took it and he lead her out.
Meanwhile, Himchan paced around the table setup by his pool. “I haven’t seen you this nervous since that warehouse raid two years ago.” Yongguk said, watching his friend pace around from a chair. “Why do I keep you around? You only patronize me.” Himchan said, leaning on a chair across from Yongguk. His eyes fell down to the food on the table. Eggs, fresh bread, bacon, fruti, etc all laid out for her.
“You keep me around because you need me.” Yongguk said, snapping Himchan out of his daze. “I hate when you’re right. They should be here soon, right?” He asked and Yongguk laughed. “You are becoming pathetically soft, my man.” Yongguk laughed and took a bite of an apple with a smirk.
“Boss! We’re here!” Junhong’s happy yell disturbed the comfortable silence. it seemed Hayan and Himchan had the same mindset. They were both mentally preparing themselves to see eachother.
As Junhong popped through the backdoor, Himchan shut his eyes for a moment. but before he knew it, she was infront of him and in his opinion, way too pretty.
“Glad to see you made it safe. You’re alot more beautiful when you’re not crying.” Himchan said to Hayan and smiled when pink dusted her cheeks. “I’d say thank you, but considering one of your men broke into my apartment and saw me half naked, I’m not going to.’ She said and Himchan frowned, looking past her to Junhong.
“Is this true?” Himchan asked and Hayan noticed Junhong’s ears turn pink. “Sorry kid, didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” Hayan said and placed a comforting hand on his arm. The gesture didn’t make Himchan jealous, it only made her more endearing. “You’re not in trouble, you followed orders. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Himchan said and took her hand in his much larger one. “Please take a seat.” He lead He lead he to the table and pulled out a chair for her.
Yongguk exchanged glances with Junhong, mildly judging the exchange. They both didn’t know what angle Himchan was working, or if there even was one. Maybe it was just a stupid crush. Either way, Yongguk was worried for his friend.
Himchan took a seat across from her and gestured for Junhogn to sit down as well. Hayan didn’t know what to feel, she was scared but not like before. She wanted himchan to get to his point, he was making her anxious.
“I’d hate to be rude. Especially to the person who gave me forty-thousand dollars. But why am I here?” Hayan asked, popping a grape in her mouth. “You’re smart to be skeptical. I wish more people were. But don’t worry, I’m not going to take anything from you or hurt you.” Himchan said, making Hayan more confused than before.
“i had Youngjae check you out further. Your background and life. You’re father stepped out when you were a toddler and your mom died when you were young, so you had to live with your grandparents who passed away two years ago.” Himchan stopped when he saw her displeased expression. “What does that matter, that’s all not relevent today. What do you want from me?” Hayan choked back tears. Himchan felt bad for her reaction, but bringing up the past was necessary to get his point across.
“I don’t want anything from you. I want to help you. Now the point to my story, I know it’s hard to re-live this but I have a point. You’re all alone, aren’t you tired of being alone? I have a proposal and you are allowed to say no. Move in with me.”
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The Wrong Number: A McPike Prompt Fic
Leah McCoy was fumbling with her phone in a rage, fingers trembling as she attempted to type her ex’s number in. She’d deleted Jack’s number from her contacts as soon as she’d discovered his affair and been given divorce papers, but she wanted to yell at him one last time, the lying, cheating bastard!
When she paused for breath, she heard a calm voice telling her “Ma’am, I’m afraid you have the wrong number.”
She was past embarrassment at this point and barked out a mirthless laugh.
“Figures. I was trying to yell at my SOB of a cheating husband. Must have mistyped.”
“Sorry to hear that. From what you’ve said, He sounds like a real asshole.”
She snorted an agreement. “Oh he is, alright. And guess what? I can’t even get plastered right now because he knocked me up before he started his sordid affair!”
“That’s…..beyond the pale,” the mysterious man said sympathetically. “Betraying one’s pregnant wife generally puts one in the lowest level of scumbag category. Do you have family close by?”
“Yeah, But I haven’t told them yet,” she admitted. “Too humiliated right now. It only happened yesterday. Look, I’m really sorry for dumping this on you, a complete stranger. I won’t take up any more of your time. Thank you for being so understanding about this.”
“No problem. If you need a lawyer, I know a few very good ones who could take that no good ex to the cleaners.”
“They’d probably take ME to the cleaners, too,” she replied ruefully. “But if worse comes to worst, I might take you up on that. I’m new in town.”
“I promise, they are reasonable. If you want the info sometime feel free to call again or text.”
“Bless your kind heart, mister,” she said with a sniffle. Whoever this guy was, the world needed more of him, she reflected after she’d hung up.
“Who was that, Chris?” James T. Kirk asked his mentor as he lounged lazily on the man’s couch.
“I actually don’t know,” Chris replied, setting his phone down with a strange expression on his face. “It was a wrong number.”
“Then why didn’t you hang up?”
“Because the woman clearly needed to vent. She meant to chew out her unfaithful spouse and got me instead.”
Jim winced. “Yikes. So that explains the expletives. Sounded like she was really going to town.”
“With good reason. She’s now facing both impending motherhood and divorce.”
Jim shook his head and fiercely glared at the ceiling, as if damning the unknown man to the fiery pits of hell.
“If she needs a lawyer, I’d be glad to make him pay,” he commented.
“I hinted as such,” Chris sighed. “Told her if she needed a good lawyer, I knew of a few good ones.”
His eyes twinkled at this. Chris and Jim were both practicing law and members of a very respected firm.
“You’re too humble,” Jim said. “You didn’t tell her your name?”
“No. If she wants to know, she can call me again and I’ll give her the info. Didn’t want to start self-promoting to someone who’s going through something like that.”
“Yeah.” Jim agreed. “We’ll see if it comes to anything. You’re a better man than I am. I would have just hung up the phone.”
“Not if you’d heard her, you wouldn’t,” Pike sighed, and returned his attention to the chess board, where he’d been in the middle of schooling Jim when his phone rang. “Now, to finish crushing you like a grape.”
Jim sat up suddenly. “Oh, them’s fighting words, Chris. I’m not out of it yet.”
“We’ll see,” Chris said, with the sly smile he was well known for, both in and out of the courtroom.
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People of Tumblr, I'd like for you to meet my Hellboy OC Raken, I originally posted her on DevantArt, but now I've decided to posted her and her Bio here on Tumblr. ---------------- Full Name: Raken Name meaning: Dutch for Hit. Nicknames: Raka, Rak, Test Subject 50 Age: 15 Gender: Female Species: Human with Hellboy's DNA since birth. Occupations: Test Subject(formerly) Agent for the Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense(currently) Partner(s): Eirinikós " Eirin" Dýnami( minotaur boy) Terrance "Terry" Hobbes(Levaithan boy) Family: unknown mother and father, Hellboy( Original DNA host, acts like a father figure to her) Professor Trevor Bruttenholm( Grandfather figure to her) History: Raken's mother was 8 months pregnant with her when she was taken into a lab facility in the middle of the Amazon, they injected her womb with Hellboy's DNA for a project called "Project: Hell's Next Gen" lead by a former BPRD scientist named Aaron Stiffs, who was hoping that Raken would be born a boy. After Raken was born he was disappointed that Raken was a girl, but that was forgotten once he saw Raken's skin, horns and tail. Raken's mother might have died during the delivery, but that was just a memory with Stiff's creation a success. During her 6 years of her life in the facility, Raken, or Test Subject 50, was put through vigorous training tests since the moment she took her first steps, teaching her multiple fighting skills and making her personality turn cold. During one of the tests, they discovered she had a powerful punching ability they decided called" Her Special Right Hand" because the ability was the strongest in her right hand then her left, figuring the ability was most likely a replication of Hellboy's Right Hand of Doom, they decided to study it more by testing her punch everyday, with each punch getting stronger and stronger, that pleased Stiffs even more, building his goal of creating the most powerful demon in the world. But the dream was halted once Raken decided to train in the jungles on the same day Hellboy and his team were hunting a Yacumama snake monster. Hellboy was the one who found her first, since Raken never saw another one like her, she was a bit scared but was brave enough to throw a punch right into Hellboy's face and knocking him into some trees, Raken was going to run but Abraham Sapien caught her by the tail and knocked her out with a tranquilizer. Thry brought her back to America and showed her to professor Bruttenholm, after some DNA testing and finding out about her DNA mix with Hellboy, Professor Bruttenholm decided to have her stay and train at the BPRD, he also gave her full responsibility to Hellboy, during the next 9 years, Raken had turned from a cold hearted child into a strong minded teen. Likes: Sleeping, training, fighting on missions, grape soda, pancakes(or pamcakes :D) Dislikes: Her tail being pulled, her punch getting out of control, being underestimated by men, most humans. Pet(s): A pet male Cerberus named Tribus( It's heads are a Rottweiler, a Spanish bulldog and a German shepherd) Extra: - She likes to sleep in a lot. - Her name was given to her by a BPRD trainee, who just happened to be Dutch. - Raken has a hard time training with anyone because they fear her punch. -She use to say bad words as a child(thanks to Hellboy) she learned not to say them until she turned 13. - Sometimes whenever Eirin or Terry mentions that Raken is a part demon, most of the teen boys from a few of their missions imagine Raken as one of those sexy female demons on the internet, until they actually meet Raken. - Raken tends to be underestimated by most men because she's a girl. - Raken doesn't trust humans very much, in fact she much rather be around others who are like her. - Raken doesn't like the idea of turning into a full human, so if she is given an item that'll turn her human( Like a special charm, totem or talisman) she'll purposely drop it on the ground and crush it under her hoof, she'd much rather embrace her true form then try to hide it, she often tries to get others to do the same thing. --------------- If you have any questions about Raken, feel free to ask any kind of question you want about her.
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Lisandre (a long tale by Talviel)
This is the story of how I met @lisandrelovesyams!
Morndas, 18th of Sun’s Dawn, 4E 207. I hadn’t been back to Skyrim since I’d left a year ago, gathering all the information and skills I could from the various kitchens, inns, and travellers through Cyrodiil and the northern tip of Hammerfell. The rest of the west, south, and east, aside from Blacklight and Soltsheim, were still a complete mystery that I was keen to unravel, but now was not the time. Despite the news that my mother had fallen ill, my heart soared as I guided my horse over the Jerall Mountains, making my way home. I’d spent the last year going through Cyrodiil, Morrowind, and Hammerfell. The Aldmeri Dominion and Argonia were still a mystery to me, but I swore to make my way all the way south as soon as I was done with my visit back north. It had been far too long. Making my way across the border from Cyrodiil to Tamriel, I grinned as the familiar sights and smells and sounds opened themselves back up to me. Red and blue mountain flowers dotted the dry grasses of the south, ruins loomed in every direction, wild animals scattered when they saw me, and in the distance I saw a giant’s camp with a mammoth drinking from a pond. I was home. Almost, anyway. It was about a day’s ride to Riften, and before night fell I gathered some jazbay grapes to make into a crostata over my small campfire.
As the dough began to crisp, evening had fallen and the sky was a dark blue lit only by the moon and stars. I leaned back on my bedroll while my horse munched from her feeding bag, when all of a sudden I felt the presence of something, or someone. I drew my sword from its scabbard and leapt to my feet. “Show yourself!” I demanded, annoyed that it was probably a bandit about to ruin my first meal home. A shadowy figure snuck forward towards the fire, straightening up. It was a Dunmer woman dressed in armour, tall with a scarred face, blind in one eye, and brandishing a warhammer. “Make yourself known! Are you a bandit? Because you’ve picked the wrong person.” I shouted at her before she could get any closer. “I’m no bandit, just a traveller. Who are you?” She shot back, and her voice carried the accent of Winterhold’s Grey Quarter. “A traveller myself, good woman. Come, sit by my fire and share a meal with me.” I said relaxing, and both of us put away our weapons.
She introduced herself as Lisandre, formerly of Winterhold but now living near Lake Ilinalta in Falkreath Hold. She was surprised when I introduced myself as Talviel of Riften. “Well I’ll be damned. Running into the Dragonborn who also happens to be the most famous chef in all of Tamriel besides The Gourmet, what are the chances?” She smiled, opening a bottle of Alto wine and offering it to me. I declined; I never drank while on the road as I needed to keep my wits about me. “So what’s for dinner? I’m excited!” She bubbled. “Skipping straight to dessert tonight, Lisandre. Had a sweet tooth coming on.” I said, as I went to check on the crostata. When it was ready, I sliced it and handed Lisandre half on a tin plate with a fork. She blew on it, savouring the warmth and the smell. I sat down across from her, studying her discreetly while I blew on my share of food.
She looked up, noticing me staring, and I quickly glanced back down at my plate. “Yeah, yeah. Skip the staring, you want to know what happened to my face. Got into a fight around the corner from Candlehearth Hall because some leftover Stormcloak scum tried to pick a bone with me. He smashed a mead bottle into my eye, and I smashed my warhammer into his skull. Got a couple of months in the dungeon for it, but it was worth it. One less racist in Skyrim now.” She explained indifferently, her mouth full. “Anything else in particular you wanna know about me, or do you just wanna cut the small talk and skip to my whole life story?” “I’ve got time.” I smiled at her blunt manner, leaning into my bedroll.
In between bites, she explained that she was formerly a poor Dunmer girl who hauled fish in Winterhold, but left at an early age, exasperated by the bitterness of her family and those around her of the Nords’ treatment of the Dunmer in that city. She adventured through Skyrim with her trusty warhammer that she’d won in a bet, picking through ruins and taking on the odd mercenary contract for coin. Lisandre met her Orsimer husband, Gat gro-Shargakh, while searching for coin in Left Hand Mine, prior to him moving to Kolskeggr Mine near Markarth for work. Besotted, she moved to Markarth for a while and helped out at the mine, until Gat finally approached her wearing an amulet of Mara. They got married, continuing to work hard in the mines, and when they had enough coin built a home by Lake Ilinalta called Lakeside Manor. Gat maintained their home and farm, and she adventured through Skyrim continuing her mercenary work as the sole breadwinner.
“What about you?” She asked, putting her plate aside. “You’re a real enigma, you know. Is it true you can shout people to death? And that you can even pick the shirt off someone’s back without them noticing?” I smiled, and explained my past as briefly as I could, never having been much for airing my personal life. I talked about my brief run with the Thieves Guild, my reformed life as a cook at the Bee and Barb and brewer for Black-Briar Meadery, the incredible eight months I had adventuring through Skyrim hunting down Alduin, my subsequent culinary adventures, and my reason for heading back to Riften. She sat there, engrossed and looking impressed. “What about you, got a beau? You’ve been everywhere and you’re not exactly hideous.” She said bluntly. “Um…thanks I guess? But no, I don’t.” My thoughts wandered back to Brynjolf in the cistern of Riften, as they often did. My stomach lurched, hoping I’d see him the next day.
“Well, where are you off to next?” I asked Lisandre. “Nowhere in particular. Might check out Darklight Tower, it’s about a day from here.” She shrugged, burping loudly and taking a swig of wine. “It’s not far from Riften. I’d offer you a ride, but as you can see I’m pretty packed.” I patted my horse, Roach, apologetically, who snorted and shook her mane. “No worries, I’ve never been one for travel companions anyway. But hey, I haven’t been to Riften in a while. How long you there for? We could meet up, get some mead or something.” “Sure.” I smiled. “I’ll definitely be busy all of tomorrow with my mother, and probably the day after too, but Darklight Tower is pretty big so you’ll take a while in there I’m guessing. Business takes me elsewhere so I’ll be gone in four days at most, but let’s see if we run into each other.” We agreed, and I set out my bedroll to sleep. Lisandre sat up for a while more, staring into the fire thoughtfully while drinking from her bottle of wine.
The next day, I rode at a fast trot to Riften, eager to see home again. I leapt off the saddle when I reached the stables, my horse frothing at the mouth while Shadr greeted me and unloaded my baggage. I practically skipped through the gates, feeling slightly guilty as I was only back to visit my sick and ailing mother. I burst into Honeyside, grinning, but my smile was quickly replaced by a frown when I saw my mother lying in the makeshift bed that I usually used, in order to keep close to the fire. My father glared at me and motioned me to be quiet, waving me out the door so we could talk outside. “What happened?” I asked. “No idea. She was out picking mushrooms for the Jarl’s dinner a week ago and started getting weaker and weaker. She’s been lying like that for two days now. Elgrim’s Elixirs and even the Jarl’s court mage couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so I’ve summoned a healer from bloody Windhelm because that’s the closest branch of the Mage’s Guild. Should be here either later today or tomorrow. I’d offer you the house to stay in, but as you can see there isn’t much room. Your best bet is the Bee and Barb, or Haelga’s Bunkhouse.”
I headed out the door to Haelga’s, as by now it was late afternoon and I didn’t want to surprise Keerava until I was fully refreshed. As I walked down the alley, I was surprised to see Haelga engaged in a heated argument with Molgrom Twice-Killed, who was still stuck in the Riften dungeons last I saw him. I walked around them and stepped inside, waiting for Haelga instead of standing out in the cold. To my surprise (not), I found Vipir in the middle of lifting the contents of the strongbox. He looked up, alarmed when he heard me enter, and I raised my hands. “Well, well. Look who we have here.” He grinned, his hands still busy filching items from the box. “Well met, Vipir. Glad to see nothing’s changed.” “I wouldn’t say that. Big changes to the Guild while you’ve been away. How’s it looking outside?” “Molgrom has seriously pissed Haelga off, judging by the way they’re arguing. You’ve got time, at least three minutes anyway.” He laughed, and tied up his sack. “All done here, anyway. Hey, come down to the Ragged Flagon, the team will be happy to see you.” “Vipir,” I said, gripping his arm. “I’m back because my mother’s ill. There’ll be plenty of time for catching up, but keep this quiet, at least for today okay? Don’t want everyone in town knowing I’m back because I’m exhausted and really can’t deal with a social parade right now.” “You got it.” He nodded, shouldering the sack and heading to the door. “Oh, and by the way. Brynjolf is out on a job, but he should be back by noon tomorrow. Just thought you’d be interested.” He winked and disappeared outside, while I groaned internally about the fact that the Guild clearly hadn’t forgotten my crush on Brynjolf since I was just a kid.
As expected, the arguing subsided in a couple of minutes, letting Vipir slip out unnoticed with his loot. Haelga came in, still grumbling under her breath. She gasped when she saw me, as if I were a draugr. “Talviel, you startled me! What on earth have I done to deserve your presence?” I explained the situation to her the same way I did to Vipir, but knowing that Haelga was a blabbermouth, I slid an extra 100 septims across the counter to make sure she kept her silence. She nodded in understanding, then led me to a private chamber adjoining her own where I collapsed into bed. Unfortunately, I was woken in the middle of the night by amorous moaning coming from Haelga’s room. I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, trying not to think about my last encounter with a Redguard in a Hammerfell alley, and feeling myself getting wet at the thought of Brynjolf. Who I’d see tomorrow, Talos willing. I rolled over and went back to sleep.
[Hi, reader, sorry to interrupt! The next day is recounted in my first story, Emergency trip to Riften! which at the time of writing, had no particular timeline in mind. My stories are now in chronological order, so if you haven’t read it yet skip back four weeks ago to find out what happens in between!]
Waking up later to my mother and father chatting in lowered voices, I raised my head from my pillow, wondering if the night before had just been a dream. The throb between my thighs confirmed that what happened was real, and I was giddy with glee. Brynjolf wanted me. Suddenly, a loud pounding on the front door brought us all to attention. Rolling out of bed with a groan, I went to see who it was. Lisandre was standing there, chewing on a carrot. “Well good afternoon, Talviel of Riften! Big night I see, hope it was profitable. How’s your ma, she feeling better?” She pushed past me into the house without invitation, as I stood there agog at her brazen behaviour. She continued chattering away, dumping her satchel and warhammer loudly on the floor, unconcerned if anyone was listening. “Nice digs you’ve got here, this your place or your folks’? Say, you wouldn’t have a latrine I could use would you? Real long walk from the Tower and I really need to pee.” My father peered out from the bedroom to see what the racket was all about. “Ah! You must be the pa. You’ve raised a good daughter, lovely woman she is. How’s your wife? Oh, hello there madam! Hope you’re feeling better!” “Talviel, who in Oblivion is this?” My father demanded, clearly as flummoxed as I was by the relentless bubbly chatter coming from Lisandre. I sighed. “This is Lisandre, we met a couple of days ago while I was camping on the way back. Told me to meet her here in Riften, but I didn’t think that would mean her barging into the house. Sorry.” I said apologetically.
My mother faked a groan of pain from the bed, as our cue to get out of the house. “Erm, Lisandre, let’s head over to the Bee and Barb shall we? Our…latrine is clogged and my mother has a headache, so let’s leave them in peace.” I said, grabbing her by one arm and hefting her things off the floor with another. “Bye!” She called out cheerily, as my father shut the door firmly in our faces. Keerava brought bowls of stew to our tables as Lisandre went out the back to relieve her bladder. “Nice to see you’ve been making friends on the road, child.” She smiled, wiping her hands on her apron. “Well, I just met her the other day, but she seems nice enough, so I’m willing to give her a chance.” I shrugged. Keerava made her way back to the bar as Lisandre came back, wringing her wet hands all over the floor. “Ooh, stew!” She said with delight, sitting down hard in the chair opposite mine. “Alright, let me get some wine and I’ve got to tell you aaaall about Darklight Tower.” I groaned internally, but smiled because it was rare for me to encounter a friendly face on the road. As she yakked about stealing a huge amount of precious gems and a couple of staffs that she unloaded at the Pawned Prawn before heading over to see me, I decided that I liked her. We were going to be good friends, I knew it.
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