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riphobisbraces · 8 months

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The Lucky Seven | BTS ot7 x reader

Hybrid/Royal AU

~ Chapter 1 ~

[ word count 3400+ ]

❀ genre: dark royal core, hybrid au, royalty au, hybrids/knights!ot7 x human/ princess!reader, afab (she/her) reader, polyamory (mostly ot7 x reader), strangers to lovers, daddy dom, smut and sexual sometimes. tiny bits of horror

❀ warnings: smut, swearing, murder, death (not the reader or ot7 though, I'm not evil), mentions of inbreeding (not between reader or ot7) some unsettling horror depictions, it won't be every chapter though or the whole story, just little bits here and there. (I'm willing to re write chapters for you to read if you can't do horror but still wanna follow along, just ask!🖤)

——— summary ———

In a world of hybrids and humans, following each other closely to extinction, you are one of the last full humans, Princess y/l/n of the emerald nation. humans are essential for the survival of hybrids so why are assailants hunting you and your family down? because of this, the court has decided it’d be best for you to be guarded at all times by the nations strongest knights, you’ve only ever heard of them but have never seen their faces. What will happen once you come face to face with the infamous “lucky seven”?

[ chapter 1 ]

“you will not go.”

Your father states lowly but firmly. The voice sharp enough to slice the chatter amongst the servants into silence. you were having lunch with your mother and father when you made the fatal mistake of bringing up the possibility of you attending tonight’s annual masquerade ball and thereby making your debut to the kingdom.

Ever since you were a little girl you had been sheltered your entire life. You’re told it’s for your own protection, for your people. you have to stay safe and alive to be able to nourish your nation.

being one of the last full blooded humans, you are a target. No one knows what you look like and you don’t know what anyone else looks like as well. Aside from your staff and servants, no one has ever seen your face. The kingdom and nation knows of your existence of course and they love you nonetheless but because of the scarcity of humans, your father has hidden you away in fear of you being kidnapped or worse.

Your father sees you as a priceless pearl, something he has the strong urge to protect. You were his treasure and he himself had a dark past he never got into as to why he was so overprotective. “but father… I’m 22 years old..” you say but as soon as it leaves your mouth, you wish you could take it back.

“Daughter, I know your age. And to question me is to disobey me, please leave your mother and I at once and make your way into your chamber” your father ends the conversation with that, wiping his mouth with his hanker-chief. He’s always been strict and what he says is always final. As you sat across from your mother, you stood up, placing your hands on the cold grey marble table.

You give her a look, furrowing your eyebrows as to say “please say something” but to your dismay she does the same as your father, wiping her mouth then clearing her throat before looking down to finish her meal. You sigh before you give in with a feeble “yes father”. standing up, you make your way out of dining room, feeling sympathetic glances from the staff as you leave the room.

Walking to your chamber you notice the marbled white floor feels a bit chilly today. you walk through the corridor, onto the white stairway, feeling the relief of warm velvet carpet beneath your chilly feet. Walking up the stairs, one by one, you reach the halfway mark.

The sun from the large glass windows on top of the staircase beams through, tickling your eyes. you squint and use your hand to shade your eyes before looking up. You see two birds fly by, disappearing as quickly as they appeared, almost looking like as if they flew into the clouds.

You feel your heart fall heavy, filled with desperation to be like one of those birds, even just for a second. how lucky they were, to be able to go anywhere, anytime they want. no responsibilities.

It’s a little cliche but people are right when they say they wish they were birds you think to yourself. You’ve read hundreds of books and definitely have come across some descriptions of people wanting to be birds. Never understanding though as a child, you would think to yourself “why on earth would one want feathers? And to have a beak? How bizarre” But as an adult, you understood why now. It was about the freedom.

“Your highness, are you alright? Is your heart okay?” No it isn’t. You snap out of your thoughts before you realize you were still standing halfway up the staircase, clutching your chest all the while an old male servant by the name of Lloyd, looked at you with a face of concern. How long did you space out for, you thought.

“Oh yes, thank you. I guess I just got lost in thought” you give a half smile to your servant. His face of concern turned to relief before quickly turning sour again. while waiting for his response you realize he was one of the servants that was in the dining room when that whole theatrical happened with your father.

“Your highness, please forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn but I do feel sorry for you and your predicament. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do to lessen your grievances.” He tries to smile before dismissing himself with a bow and turning away. this of course isn’t unusual, your servants do seem to pity you a lot, which you find ridiculous and kind of ironic, that your “sheltering” has gotten to the point where servants pity a princess!

you’re grumbling as you think and make your way through the upstairs corridor, before eventually finally reaching your room. the oh so familiar two large and tall, white doors stand in front of you. you’ve seen these doors more often than you’ve seen your own face you thought to yourself.

reaching for the diamond knobs you turn them before pushing your way in. The breeze of the outside immediately hits your nose. It’s so fresh and delightful.

Your maids know how stuffy it gets in your chamber and how much you love fresh air so they leave your window open whenever you’re away from your chamber. Your room is cream coloured and filled to the brim with gold accents. High ceilings and lots of books.

Walking towards your desk by the window, you feel your mood start to shift. you feel a bit better despite the little argument you had with father this afternoon. you take a seat in your chair, it’s plush seating immediately coaxing your back into comfort and relaxation.

Inhale… exhale… you look up to your painting above the desk. it’s of two women, dancing in glee at some sort of outdoors festival. you always loved this painting, the happiness they seem to exude, the freedom and love.

They look like they don’t care about the past nor future, they are just focused on the present and what’s in front of each other. Oh how you longed to be that free and content. you feel the familiar heaviness sinking into you chest once again.

you have to feel that freedom, you have to have that happiness at least for one night, dear god, please, just for one night. The desperation in your chest starts to grow more and more. The desperation turns into fear and anxiety.

You feel your palms sweat and your face get hot just at the very thought. Your hands start to shake once you come to the very obvious conclusion. you HAVE to sneak out to the ball tonight.

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“But Lloyd, you said you would do anything” you whine with a pout to your servant. “Your highness I-I might’ve of offered but I didn’t think you would need this! And your father- ohhh no, your father is a very scary man and I don’t think if I-“ you shush Lloyd, the same old male servant from before from the stairway. “shhhh. Keep it down! you aren’t doing anything you aren’t supposed to be doing, just play along. Just- Please.. “ You reply with hopelessness at this point, looking down.

you had hatched the perfect plan. You made it as though you were sleeping in your bed, forming your pillows to the shape of your body underneath the comforter. You were all dressed and had your mask on but even so, you would just have to avoid your personal staff and your parents, no one knew you were the princess and what you looked like.

Your father had luckily assigned Lloyd to sit outside your chamber with the guards. The routine is usually a servant will come in and out, checking on you from time to time making sure you are okay before letting the guards know. they would sit there all night which you had gotten used to over the course of your life.

You were always being watched and protected. a sigh interrupts your thoughts “if you’re caught, I knew nothing.” he says in defeat. your eyes widen with a bright glow and you feel your heart skip a beat before jumping into his arms “thank you, thank you, thank you” you whisper. he knows he shouldn’t be doing this but he can’t help but feel for you and your situation.

But the way you lit up and how fast he heard your heart go at his answer, he didn’t regret agreeing. Suddenly he pulled away from the embrace to face you, “Okay princess but you have to promise me not to leave the castle! please stay within the ball and please don’t get recognized. If you’re in danger please just run back to your chamber and reveal yourself to the servants so we can help you. And-“ the old man was about to continue before you cut him off “I promise I’ll be safe. just leave it all to me” you smiled at him.

He sighed out before he looked down at you and tried to return the smile but couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. “Okay your highness” He replied. You give him one last smile before you let go and he dismisses himself.

Hearing your chamber door closed, you slowly walked up to your mirror, taking one last look. you were adorned with a long black dress, thin short sleeves resting on your shoulders, décolletage exposed wearing a pearl necklace with a dark green emerald laid in between your collarbones. your bangs were slightly pinned back just enough to show off your black lace mask.

Wearing your silk black gloves, you pulled up your mask to your face. this was the night. Tonight would be the night of your life. you feel yourself start to shake, before you suddenly feel the urge to throw up from all the adrenaline already.

you swallow it back holding your stomach. You thought this would be easy, thinking of it so many times before but now that you’re actually doing it, you are very frightened. You’ve never been by yourself, you’ve never been in public and mostly, you’ve never disobeyed your father.

You start to rethink your decisions. It’s not too late to undress and head to bed your good conscience says. father would never know. no. something snaps in you saying “it’s now or never”.

you shake your hands breathing in and out walking back and forth from your window before looking out to check for the outside night guards. You planned on jumping out your window and making your way to the ball since you’re only up on the second floor. There was also a small tool-shed in front of your window so you decided that you could easily make that jump to on top of it.

Once you’ve noticed that the guards finished their round near your window and were out of sight, you decide you have to just do it, or else you never will. without thinking, you opened your window ever so slightly before making the jump to the top of that very shed you’ve thought about jumping onto for years.

—

breathing in and out while looking up at the stars, you just lay there, on top of the tool shed. “I did it” you thought. You start to quietly giggle to yourself.

Even if you didn’t make it to the ball, this was enough. this was the furthest you’ve ever been outside the castle by yourself and it was simply outside your window. you catch eye of the Big Dipper, noting how prettier it looks outside.

You’ve seen the Big Dipper many times before from your window but to be apart of it outside, feels different. there are no walls surrounding you, just miles and miles of horizon. you feel like you’re in space.

“wow..” you say. You’re enjoying being in this new space before you’re brought back to reality with the sound of a snap of a twig. you quickly sat up and gasped.

you looked around into the darkness, squinting in hopes that would somehow improve your night vision. you quickly climb off once you decide that the coast is clear, making your way into the night. you can’t shake the feeling that someone or something is watching you though so you pick up your pace to the entrance.

Turns out your feeling was right. someone was watching you, not a threat though. the hybrid watched in the dark with curiosity as you made your way to the front of the palace. “Hmm” a low voice grumbles from the dark as you’re already long gone.

—

“woah…” you say in amazement at the crowd. You made your way to the front entrance where every hybrid of all ages were laughing and chattering. everyone looks beautiful and exquisite, definitely fit for a Royal ball.

You can’t help but smile like you never smiled before in your life. in awe of the different faces and smells, you find yourself all of a sudden getting pushed inside as everyone makes their way in. the crowd forming a moving wave toward the entrance with you in it so you decide to just go with the flow hoping you won’t trip.

As the crowd moves towards inside, it doesn’t take long before everyone starts to disperse into a large and grand ballroom. You gasp in astonishment, why haven’t you ever seen the ballroom when it was decorated like this?

Yes you’ve passed by it many times but the room was always empty and plain. It always felt spacious and dark, a lonely room. but tonight was different, the room had come alive with warmth and gold.

It was as if what was missing were people, smiles and laughter. It felt like an another dimension, the layout was your home but you were somewhere completely different. You made your way to the side of the room, leaning against the wall and just taking in the scene before you.

The sound of trumpets startle you from your bewilderment, panicking and immediately ducking down because you know that could only mean your father is going to make his entrance. “Woahh there miss, it’s just the horns for the king” a deep voice makes you turn your head.

A tall man standing in front of you makes your stomach drop. Looking him up and down real quick you realize, he’s a knight. you’ve never been this close to anyone but your servants, let alone having to speak to them. “o-oh yeah. I know” you quickly say before trying to hide again.

You look at the grand staircase in the middle of the room where it looks like your father will be entering from. Feeling your heart beat faster you turn back to get another look at the man’s face beside you before realizing he hadn’t broken his eye contact on you since he’s spoked. he was wearing a black eye mask but you could tell that he was handsome.

His heart shaped lips and angular jawline. He had dark hair and dark eyes to match, you could feel your palms getting hot and a weird fluttering feeling go off in your stomach just by looking at him. “is there a reason why you don’t smell of hybrid miss?” he broke your thought whilst smirking.

Wait what, smell? “what do you mean?” you question. He continues “well it’s just that, every hybrid has a certain scent that others can decipher as hybrid but it seems that…” he leans closer to smell you as you shiver from the sudden close contact “you don’t have a scent. Not a hybrid scent anyway, and as a hybrid, I shouldn’t even be having to explain this to you as you should know this… right?” He smiles. Shit, you are screwed.

You didn’t know that. otherwise you would’ve stayed in your chamber. Humans and hybrids have differentiating scents? your father never really told you these things as he thought you wouldn’t need to know them.

God damn it, father, you thought to yourself. “I just-“ you were about to continue when you were saved by the bell, or at least you thought you were. It was your father speaking. “Welcome to the 34th annual masquerade ball! please help yourself to refreshments and dance to your heart's content! please enjoy!” He finishes with a bow.

Everyone begins clapping as you find yourself sneaking away to get back to your chamber. Making your way out, you suddenly feel your wrist being grabbed, you gasped before your turned to face the same man you were talking to before. “I know you’re the princess, and I know you shouldn’t be here” he admits with a soft voice.

You feel your knees turn into noodles as you’re caught. “Please oh please don’t tell my Father, I was just about to go back into my chamber-“ you’re cut off when something quickly partially covers your sight. the room went quiet from the sudden fast flying object. you look above the thing partially covering your sight before you realize what it was.

An arrow. in between yours and the man’s face. You gasp, breath hitching, trembling as you look at the man in front of you who also has wide eyes. he suddenly covers you and picks you up bridal style without a thought and yells “THE PRINCESS IS BEING ATTACKED” everyone starts to scream and duck once everyone registers what’s going on.

“the princess?” “What is she doing here” screams and confused chatter quickly spread amongst the ball all the while, your father is standing on top of the stairs frozen in bewilderment.

What were you doing here? Who was attacking? Who’s going after his little girl? Why can’t he move? He can’t do anything but watch everything unfold in shock, still like a statue.

The voices of servants and knights trying to get orders from him, just registering as ringing in his ears. His mouth slightly agape, amongst the chaos, one of his best knights pulls him by the shoulders. “MY LORD” suddenly a loud voice abruptly brought him back from his frozen shock.

He looks up before realizing it’s one of the lucky seven. Ironically, he feels lucky because of this. “get my daughter out of here” is all the king could muster before the knight gave him a stern nod.

Running down the stairs, the knight yells out to his pack member carrying the princess “HOBI, GET HER TO NAMJOON” hobi nods while running to the front to where the said knight named Namjoon resided. The aforementioned knight running down the stairs then took out his sword and quickly looked for his other pack members to take down the asalients.

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you’re frozen. You can’t do anything but watch the horror unfold. This is all your fault, it had to be. People were pushing each other, screaming and crying.

Everyone was running for their lives all the while you were being carried by this unknown knight. You could feel the regret and fear in your stomach churning together to create this whole new awful feeling. You just wanted to go home, you regretted ever coming out.

Your train of thought is broken when the two of you finally made it outside. An even taller and buff looking man ran up to you guys. “Hobi, what’s going on?” he asks concerned while looking back at you both and everyone running past you guys. Who you guess is Hobi, puts you down and replies “this is the princess, she’s being attacked. We need to hide her until the others calm everything down, king’s orders”

Namjoon looks at you in shock “the princess?” before quickly shaking his head, snapping himself out of his own shock before saying “alright, I’ll take her from here”. The buff looking man quickly shape-shifts into his animal form, a large dark grey wolf.

Hobi quickly puts you on top of his back before saying “hang on tight your highness” you do as your told and hold onto the wolf around its shoulders, not being able to wrap your arms fully around because of how truly large he was. Letting your hands sink into his fur, you grab on before he suddenly starts running.

You turn around as the palace behind you becomes smaller and smaller and the screams become quieter and quieter. You turn back to face forward before letting yourself succumb to your adrenaline, now feeling safe. This fur is warm you think to yourself before drifting to sleep, all the while you somehow held onto the hybrid tight the whole ride, too scared to let go or be alone even whilst asleep.

a/n; okay so I know I said I would start writing chapter one tomorrow but I couldn’t wait, I wanted to get the story rolling before I started writing tomorrow again. anyway what did you think? why didn’t Lloyd tell y/n about humans and hybrids having different scents? who was watching her while she was on top of the tool shed? and how did hobi know y/n was the princess 🤔 also who was the knight that broke the king out of his thoughts? So many questions unanswered but continue reading to see what happens! we will be meeting the boys properly next chapter :)

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seabirdtxt · 11 months

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.Irminsul checkout -b <Realm Within>

You, the Creator, explore the possibilities the teapot realm has to offer and try to make accommodations for your surprising new roommates [< prev] [Blog tag] [next >]

Notes: Genshin SAGAU, reader is the Creator but no cult shenanigans. all relationships are currently platonic! WC. 3k

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Meeting Tubby was just as entertaining as you’d hoped it would be. The flustered teapot spirit nearly dropped her porcelain hat when she saw you, offering to give you a personal tour of the realm mansion (as if you hadn’t designed the interior yourself), calling up Chubby (who was mortified to admit that he hadn’t brought any new stock today), and frantically rearranging furniture as your group roamed the mansion grounds despite your protests that everything was fine as it was. In the end, she settled for hosting you and your two companions over a pot of tea.

The Traveler remains silently amused as they watch you trying to behave politely while Tubby continuously refills your cup with fresh sunsettia tea. Beside them, Wanderer discreetly tosses the contents of his cup over his shoulder with a grimace.

Inevitably, between her stuttered rambling and your patient reassurances, Tubby notices the empty cup and refills it with more tea. Much to Wanderer’s displeasure.

“- and if you need anything to eat, a- any snacks or meals, I would be most honored to procure them for you, Your Grace!” Tubby continues, with you nodding along politely. It seems better to let her vent it out than to stop her, at this point.

“Tubby, would it be very troublesome to get a teapot realm for Their Grace?” the Traveler interjects, saving you from having to placate the bird adeptus once more. “It would be practical for them to have a place of residence while they stay in Teyvat.”

“O- of course!” Tubby nods so quickly you almost fear that her hat will fly off her head. “I can contact Streetwise Rambler posthaste! If you have any preference in shape or colour, Your Grace-”

“Anything you might have readily available is alright with me,” you reassure her. “As long as it has space to accommodate multiple guests, I don’t mind too much what the outside of it looks like.”

“T- that can be arranged!” the teapot spirit exclaims, topping up everyone’s cups before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

The three of you stare awkwardly at the space where Tubby used to be. Eventually, Wanderer gets up and disappears into the mansion, effectively trading places with Paimon as the little sprite returns from within after apparently having raided the Traveler’s pantry.

“Hey!” She exclaims through a mouthful of cookies. “Where did Tubby go? Did you guys drink all the tea?”

“She just went to get a teapot for Their Grace!” the Traveler explains, snatching a package of cookies from Paimon’s tiny hands, to the sprite’s protests. “She should be back soon. I can pour the tea for you, if you want.”

You sit back and enjoy the mindless chatter between the two, and sometime later Wanderer emerges from the mansion with several boxes stacked in his arms. The Traveler jumps up with a noise of surprise.

“Hey! What’s all that stuff?”

“I’m moving out.” Wanderer states, as though it’s obvious.

“Good riddance!” Paimon says, waving a biscuit at him threateningly. “It’s about time you moved out, young man! How are you supposed to learn about the human world if you’re cooped up in the Traveler’s realm all the time? Go outside and touch grass!”

“There’s grass in the realm, Paimon,” the Traveler points out.

“Argh! You know what I mean!”

“Of course, I’ll be moving in with the Creator, ” Wanderer continues as if Paimon hadn’t spoken at all. “Someone needs to keep the other two clowns in check so they don’t wreck the nice home Their Grace will surely build.”

“And that someone couldn’t be anyone else?” you ask, and immediately cringe when his piercing eyes turn toward you.

He huffs with amusement. “Nobody knows them better than me,” he shrugs and shakes his head. “Plus, who knows what my second incarnation will get up to? We don’t know how Irminsul resolved his appearance in this world, so he may yet be part of the Fatui, for all we know.”

“If he’s like you after the Joruri workshop fight, y’know, after you lost the gnosis and all? He’ll probably be weak and powerless,” Paimon says. “Just completely incapable of fighting in any meaningful way. Yes offense.”

“Offense taken.” Wanderer replies with the same tone, shooting a glare at the sprite over his shoulder. “I’ll have you know I’m more than capable of wiping the floor with you, with or without a gnosis.”

“You realize you’re bragging about your ability to beat up the physical equivalent of a two year old?” you interrupt before they could start arguing. They both send you equally scandalized looks, and Paimon splutters and mimes stomping as she tries to defend herself from the accusation of being a child.

“Guys, let’s all calm down for a second,” the Traveler sighs, rubbing their head just as Paimon launches herself at Wanderer and knocking over cups and the magic tea kettle, and Wanderer fends her off with one hand, balancing his stack of boxes with his other arm. He swings around to avoid her tiny fists, knocking over the table and chairs in the process as he dances out of her reach.

“Guys, seriously! Tubby will be back any minute now-”

Just as the words leave their mouth, the adeptus in question suddenly reappears with a lovely little porcelain teapot in her wing-hands. She takes in the scene, of you and the Traveler standing with your arms outstretched to restrain, and Paimon and Wanderer having a spat amidst the wreck of her tea set and furniture.

With a choked gasp, she promptly drops the new teapot.

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After some profuse apologies on everyone’s part, Tubby repairs your new teapot and her furniture with her adeptus magic. She hands you the teapot with reverence, quickly running you through how the Realm Within works (even though you already know) and then ushering you out of the Traveler’s teapot excitedly.

“I hope you like it!” Tubby chirps, feathers fluffed with happiness. “Your teapot spirit is a good friend of mine, I’m sure he will take excellent care of your realm!”

You and Wanderer are ejected from the realm, finding yourselves standing in the glowing Irminsul chamber, outside the Traveler’s golden teapot with the stack of boxes and your porcelain teapot. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear Nahida speaking, likely addressing Scaramouche and Kabukimono.

“Okay! here goes nothing,” you exclaim, placing down the teapot reverently. You grab the realm dispatch that Tubby had given you, visually identical to the one you remember seeing in your game’s inventory but with a red and gold tassel. You hold the strip of wood in your palm and allow yourself to attune to the magic inside it.

Despite not feeling any different after a few moments, you hand over the dispatch to Wanderer, who attunes as well. Once the process is complete, the two of you place your palms against the sides of your teapot and allow yourselves to be warped to the new realm.

Immediately upon appearing in the realm, which you notice is modelled after the same landscape theme as the Traveler’s, a cheerful little basketball-sized grey and yellow teapot spirit floats up to you.

The spirit, looking very much like the little cockatiel-coloured finches from the overworld, greets you with a happy whistle. Where Tubby and Chubby are usually sitting in a fancy teapot-shaped vessel, this one is sitting in a small, but equally ornate, teacup.

“Hi! Hello! Are you my new master?” the tiny adeptus chitters, clapping his wing feathers together. “I’m your teapot spirit! I’m so happy to meet you!”

“Oh great, another one.” Wanderer snorts, then pushes past you and into the mansion with his boxes. You gently hold the teapot spirit to avoid him getting knocked back by the motion.

“Don’t mind him, he’s not very social,” you tell the finch, who looks up at you with adoration. “How about you tell me about yourself?”

The finch reluctantly extracts himself from your hands and floats in front of you, feathers twisting shyly.

“Th- this one doesn’t have many interesting things to tell,” he admits. “Not like Rain Calmer and Jade Seeker… This one hasn’t even been granted a small-name yet…”

“Oh…” you reach out and pat his head. “That’s okay, I can give you a nickname if you really want one.”

“Will you?” the finch gasps, and surely if beaks could smile…

“That can wait for a minute,” Wanderer calls from the mansion’s front door, leaning against the open door frame. “Can we get some furniture in here first? This place is emptier than Dottore’s soul.”

“Oh! Of course!” The teacup spirit hurriedly follows Wanderer into the mansion, with you trailing behind them at a slower pace.

As you walk through the mansion, a collection of Inazuman and Sumerian-style furniture begins popping up around you. You follow Wanderer as he moves from room to room, decorating the first one in purely Inazuman decor, the second with a blend of Inazuman and Shneznayan furniture, and the last with simple Sumerian amenities. Satisfied, Wanderer dumps all his boxes on the floor of the third room.

“Okay, great.” He nods at the nervous finch, then points at the door. “Now you guys, get out.”

You beat a hasty retreat with the teacup spirit in your hands, just barely making it out before Wanderer slams the door behind you. You peer down at the little finch, trying to smile in an encouraging way.

“How about we check out the other rooms while he settles in, shall we?” You offer, and the teacup spirit nods enthusiastically.

You deck out the remaining rooms with whatever nation’s theme inspires the teacup spirit’s artistic expression. For your own room, the last one you two decide to tackle, you choose a mix of all the nations’ furnishings. It creates a bit of an aesthetic mess, but it seems fitting to want a piece of each place.

You clap excitedly for the little finch, who blushes fiercely and coos under your attention.

“Aw, shucks,” he warbles. “I was just doing my job…”

“Nah, you did great, bud!” You reassure him, patting his fluffy head again. “Now, how about that nickname, huh?”

“Wow, really?”

“Sure thing! How about, hmm…”

You squint at the teacup spirit, thinking really hard about a potential nickname. You know Tubby and Chubby’s nicknames aren’t really related to their adepti names, but it still would seem helpful to have something to go off of…

“... Cup…” You mutter to yourself, eyeing his little teacup seat, and the finch spirit perks up at the sound.

“Hm?” The adeptus makes an adorable noise of confusion, head tilted to one side as it eagerly awaits your final decision.

“... Cuppy.” You finally say, more confidently. The newly named Cuppy vibrates with excitement. “Yeah, I kinda like that. Well, nice to meet you, Cuppy!”

“Wow! Thank you so much!!” Cuppy exclaims, crashing into you and doing his utmost to hug you with his stubby little wings. “I’ll cherish this name forever!”

“That has to be among the dumbest names I’ve ever heard, Your Grace,” Wanderer’s voice sounds behind you, and you turn around to stick your tongue out at him.

“W-wait, Your Grace?” Cuppy suddenly lets go of you with a gasp. “You’re the Creator?!”

Before you can say anything in reply, the poor teacup spirit promptly faints in your arms. You quickly make sure Cuppy is alright before giving Wanderer the most exaggerated frown you can muster.

“What? Don’t look at me like that,” he scoffs. “That's what you get for picking such a stupid name.”

“Says the guy who came up with ‘country destroyer’,” you retort.

“It sounded cool at the time!” Wanderer snaps, clearly embarrassed by his past self’s taste.

“Maybe for a ten year old.”

“Well of course it sounds dumb in Common, in Inazuman it’s a lot better.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

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You and Wanderer exit the realm after Cuppy wakes up again, and you comfort the teacup spirit by telling him that you’re not mad at him and that he’d done nothing to displease you. Reassured, but only barely, Cuppy tearfully accepts your praise and promises not to let you down.

You resurface in the Irminsul chamber for a second time, to the hilarious scene of Nahida restraining both Scaramouche and Kabukimono within glowing green cubes a few feet above the ground. Scaramouche is beating against the transparent walls and furiously shouting, from what you can tell since the cubes appear to be soundproof. Kabukimono is sitting in the far corner of his cube, sulking with his arms crossed.

“- and that’s why it’s important to try and let go of any leftover resentment you harbor toward one another,” Nahida appears to be mid-lecture, wrapping up one of her points as she addresses the two puppets. “Otherwise you will fill up with anger and anxiety like a glass of water that is overflowing, and you will eventually release the surface tension and spill all your negative emotions and make a huge mess that everyone else will have to deal with. You may not realize this now, but the result of your quarrel will be very tiresome to those around you. If you spill water on a very important research paper, or a valuable book, or even a quick pencil drawing on a napkin, you will create irreparable harm to those you have affected, no matter how big or small the consequence appears to be.”

“The metaphor got away from you again, Buer.” Wanderer decides he’s heard enough and brings his hand down on the small god’s head, patting her. She looks up at him with a patient smile.

“Wanderer, Your Grace! Have you sorted out the living arrangements?” She asks cheerfully, releasing the Dendro cubes and allowing the puppets in time-out to drop to the floor in ungraceful heaps.

“We did!” You confirm with equal enthusiasm. “We even have a nice teapot adeptus named Cuppy who helped us out with the decorating and everything!”

“That’s wonderful!” Nahida nods and gestures to Scaramouche and Kabukimono to approach, which they do with some measure of caution. Especially on the Balladeer’s part. He eyes Nahida with newfound suspicion, making sure she doesn’t perform any more Dendro abilities on him.

“Are we going to teleport into your new house?” Kabukimono asks, eyeing the porcelain teapot with intrigue. “The same way you and the Traveler teleported earlier?”

“That’s right, you just need to hold this piece of wood for a minute so that the realm magic recognizes and authorizes you as a guest,” you tell him, holding out the dispatch. Kabukimono takes it delicately, staring at the dispatch with wide eyes even though nothing obvious happens.

After his minute is up, Scaramouche snatches the dispatch out of Kabukimono’s hands and grumbles in annoyance as he looks anywhere but at you guys, allowing the magic to attune to him as well.

Once everyone is ready, you bid Nahida a quick goodbye and show the two puppets how to use the teapot to teleport. As you feel yourself warp in, you watch their expressions.

Wanderer is the most composed, having grown used to teleporting thanks to the Traveler, while Kabukimono seems a little dizzy but not overly bothered. Scaramouche, on the other hand, looks positively nauseous, much to your amusement.

The four of you land in varying degrees of balance on your feet, with Cuppy stuttering out a greeting and ushering you all into the mansion.

Kabukimono is most pleased with his room, plopping down onto the floor mat with a wide grin. An array of tools lines one of the walls, and the adjacent wall opens to a sheltered view of the outside and a small forge. You turn to look at Wanderer as an awestruck Kabukimono takes in his accommodations.

“... What?” Wanderer scowls when he notices your look. “I just know what he’d like, okay? Don’t think too hard about it.”

Scaramouche’s room is next, and he walks in a few paces, has a look around at the very specific combination of aesthetics, and then kicks the door shut in your face. You’re not sure what else you expected from him.

Wanderer’s room is last, and though you already saw it as he was having it customized, you have a quick peek into it.

The Sumeran decor, though relatively plain, is used to great effectiveness. A desk takes up half of the far wall, accompanied by a mostly empty bookshelf and a tall lamp. A few boxes are pushed against the bookcase, unopened so far but you can guess what the contents will be. On the other side is Wanderer’s dresser and bed, and while you know he doesn’t necessarily need to sleep it’s nice to know that he included a bit of comfort for himself anyway.

“Okay, see ya,” Wanderer says, but you interrupt him with a gentle tug on his sleeve. He looks at you with annoyance and mild confusion.

“Thanks for helping me with the decorating,” you half-whisper, a grin spreading across your face. “Who knew you had such good interior design taste?”

“Whatever,” Wanderer huffs and looks at the floor. “It’s just because I knew you would make a mess of it like you did in the Traveler’s teapot.”

“What? No I didn’t. My decorating was just fine!”

Wanderer rolls his eyes at you. “You have a room filled to the brim with random unrelated junk.”

“That’s my storage room,” you state matter-of-factly. “I needed to reach a certain level of adeptal energy to get the maximum currency reward.”

“You say that as if I know what you’re talking about.” Wanderer deadpans and crosses his arms. “It’s still just a room of junk to me.”

“Fine! I see how it is.” You throw your hands up in amused outrage and stomp out of the room. “I guess decorating is your problem from now on, since you’re so good at it or whatever.”

Wanderer nods with a satisfied smirk. “As it should be,” he says before pushing his door closed.

#genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware au #genshin isekai #genshin scaramouche #sagau scaramouche #genshin wanderer #sagau wanderer #genshin kabukimono #sagau kabukimono #sagau x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kabukimono x reader #seabird.txt #glitch in irminsul AU

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wishamongtheflowers · 5 months

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Connection

"Hiroa you know why I don't visit often. I have a 'life' to 'live' or play pretend."

"You know she loves when you visit. I understand your fear of hospitals but, it's been awhile since you've been at home."

"Your home. It's not mine. How many times do I have to correct you till you get it right."

Hiroa thought the same. Kido was incorrect but he knew her trust in him and his wife is fragile so he wasn't going to tease her. This was normal banter for the two after being trapped in a hospital which was -recently- destroyed to make room for a new hospital. Hiroa knew Kido held her emotions in a breaking bottle.

For a while now he has been patient with Kido opening up with what she wanted to talk about. When it comes to Kido, Hiroa waited for her to reach out. He was the only one who she struggled to not call him Dad and his wife Mom. It means a lot more than anything to them as they couldn't have their own children. A lot more than Kido's luck could make her acknowledge. If it wasn't for the laws being a road block, Kido could give consent and take their family name.

It's possible with the luck she possessed but, they both wanted her to decide if this was the best option for her. Besides, she ensured their lives. I'd make sense they do the same in return.

"Anyway," Kido continued, "if you both really want me to visit I'll see if I can given now busy I get around this time."

"Looking forward to it." Hiroa gave a tight, though brief, hug before continuing on with his errands.

Kido felt hollow for a moment from the ignored emotional enrichment she got just by the conversation. Hiroa's warmth buzzed through Kido's cold body washing her with care, comfort, and actual love she never been shown ever sense birth. It made her, in a long while, happy and safe.

Alas, she had to proceed with pretending to be a bystander. Kido needed to quale her confusion and frustration given by her distrust ripping through her cold body, fast.

She found herself within a hiking trail, surrounded by trees, grass, mating chatter of birds, whistling wind gusts, and peace.

Kido kept her feelings inside. Who would be able to care about such pathetic things from her? No one would truly understand her emotions. Reactions. Thoughts. And her mental state.

"Make despair desperate, use luck as its lead. If despair is given understanding, it'll follow. If despair is beaten, it'll rebel."

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@mikado-sannoji and anyone else :3

#bloodhound: sight

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justmaghookit · 5 months

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Sits outside your door and meows pathetically, when you open the door to let me in i stop and walk away.

Once you close the door i am scrabbling at it and meowing pathetically again.

#bird chatter #this is my current emotional state

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gracev0609 · 1 month

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Free Love

Josh X Multiple Partners

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Orgy, Pure Porn, This won't be for everyone.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I am not at all insinuating that Josh participates in group sex with his fans. This is a fake, fictional story.

Josh POV

You lived and breathed free love. It radiated throughout every part of your life, the way you loved your family, your friends. The way you loved your precious time at home, watering your plants watching them grow to loving your body and the mindful practice of yoga every morning. You loved taking time to cook yourself intricate meals, full of care. You also loved being outside, one with nature, observing the grass and trees, birds and bees as you elevated your mind while smoking the devils lettuce. You loved the road, and the travel, and the fans. Oh, you loved the fans.

Admittedly you loved the ego boost, the way they reached out for you, mouths hung open practically drooling. Knowing that your whorish antics were making their cocks strain and their cunts drip, you loved it. You couldn't deny that the praise of thousands of beautiful people didn't affect you. Your fans knew it, your bandmates knew it, there was no hiding the way you strained in your jumpsuits. It was all for them.

Each city had willing participants, you asked your security to rally up each guest you had handpicked and gather them in your green room. Once you had a group waiting for you, you always heard excited chatters through the door. They were theorizing why they were there. Why did I want them? The answer was a simple one for you, you loved them. You were thankful and grateful for your fans and their unwavering love, you just wanted to love them back. Offering them a spot in your bed was the ultimate show of thanks.

Opening the door handle, the voices stopped and all eyes were on you,”Hello beautiful! I hope you had a great time this evening.”

You made sure to look around, giving eye contact to each person in the room. Smiling when they nodded.

“I have a proposition for all of you. You're very welcome to say no, although I hope you say yes. I think you all are so beautiful, so full of love, I could feel each of your energies out there. Calling for me. So, well, my question is, do you want me? You're invited to my hotel room, I want to love on you all.” You paused letting them make up their minds. Two of your guests decided that they didn't want to, and you respected that, giving them a hug goodbye before letting them leave with security. The remaining five were given an address and a hotel room number as you left to go get prepared for your evening.

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Keeping the lights off you lit a few candles and incense, before settling in on the large bed. Wiping your hands on your soft linen pants you gathered paraphernalia in front of you and began to roll a few joints for the evening. Not long after finishing up for the evening, a knock came from the hotel door. Climbing off the bed you hurried to the door, checking your hair in the mirror before opening it.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!”, you said, extending your arm to show your guests into the room.

Walking back over to the bed after closing the door, you unbuttoned your matching linen shirt letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Climbing back into bed your eyes met five other pairs, in various states of hesitation.

“Come on over, get comfortable! Get as undressed as you feel comfortable. There's water bottles in the mini fridge. I want you all to feel comfortable, it's just sex, it's not a big deal.”

A man with medium length wavy hair, pulls his shirt off and makes his way to the bed.

“If at any point any of you decide this isn't what you want to do anymore, please let me know. You're welcome to leave whenever.”

You smile when the most petite woman in the group climbs onto your bed, sitting next to the other participant. Not a second later the rest follow, removing various items of clothing and completing the circle on your bed.

You giggle lightly, grabbing your lighter, flicking the flame on,” Usually we light up at these kinds of things,” You stick the joint in your mouth, puffing on it, getting it lit. Wrapping your lips around the paper you take a deep inhale. Tilting your head up you blow the pale grey smoke above your head, showing off the expanse of your neck. Passing it to the man to your right, he takes it in his fingers.

“Be careful if you don't smoke often, this shits strong.”

By the time it's made it's way around the circle your brain is starting to feel fuzzy, the brush of the woman's fingertips against yours makes you feel warm, euphoric. Remembering why they're here through your haze makes your cock start to stiffen. Once the joint has dwindled and has been ashed out, you set your sights on the gorgeous woman sitting across from you. The way her heavy tits sway with each breath she takes captivates your attention. She smiles at you, eyes lidded, and you crawl your way across the mattress.

“Hi sweet girl. You look so pretty.”

You watch her hazy eyes try to focus on yours,”Hi Josh. You look prettier.”

“Never,” you whisper leaning in a bit closer,”Can I kiss you?”

She leans in, connecting your mouths together. Eagerly she moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand and placing it on her bare breast. Your cock twitches, fully hardening in your pants as you feel her nipple pebble and harden into your palm. She disconnects your mouths, pushing your head to her chest.

“Need to feel you Josh, oh my God I've thought about this so many times.”

You flick your tongue in quick succession over her nipple, surely making her core clench. You lick and suck for a few minutes, before pulling off of her, eager to lavish on someone else. When you sit back up, some of your participants are interacting with each other, making one another comfortable and warmed up.

Your lip curls when you lock eyes with the first man who joined your bed, his green eyes piercing. He boldly crawls into your lap, kissing and licking your neck, rolling his covered cock into yours.

You're panting when he finally removes his lips from your skin and he asks,” Can I suck on your cock? I bet you taste so fuckin good.”

You shimmy back onto the pillows, and giggle when you realize that you have an audience. They all are eager to see what has been hiding behind your jumpsuits.

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband,you pull down, unveiling yourself to the group. Grasping yourself in your hand you give yourself a few tugs, staring into each person's eyes, all of them reading the same expression. They're turned on, and they like what they see.

The green eyed man settles between your legs, as the petite woman snuggles into your side. Her long nails tickling and teasing the skin of your stomach,“Are we being good for you Josh? Want to please you.”

You look down between your legs at the man with his face inches away from your penis. You smile when you notice he seems transfixed on the way you're leaking from your slit.

Looking back to the girl with her chin on your chest,” You're all doing a fantastic job. I like to call my participants my rhinestones. Each of you are so special, each of you are so unique and sparkle differently. It's why I find you all so beautiful.”

Your praises were cut off by a hot mouth enveloping your length, tongue swirling around your tip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“Fuck, he tastes so good.”

That sentence affects you more than you would admit, he's talking to them about you like you're not even there.

Your breath stutters when another tongue joins the man's, licking and mouthing your cock. Soon enough all five of your rhinestones mouths and hands were on your body. Licking, sucking, scratching and caressing.

The woman from earlier comes into your view again, a soft smile on her face.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek,” Hi my precious rhinestone. How are you, feeling good?”

“I'm feeling really good Josh. But, I feel empty. Can I have you inside me?”

“Of course, honey.”

You caress the heads in your lap, gently pushing them off of you,” Gotta take turns.”

She swings her thigh over your hip, immediately grinding her soaked folds over your length. You smile at her when she sighs content in the feeling of your flesh against her.

She tilts her hips up, sinking down on your length. She can't help but moan when she sits fully in your lap.

“Holy shit Josh. You feel… oh you feel incredible.”

Panting, your eyes roll back when you register that you're buried inside her tight wet cunt. You can help it when your cock twitches as she clenches around you, soaking your lap.

Her hands squeeze your pecs and she smiles sweetly,” You know I can feel that. You're just making me clench harder.”

You swallow the moan threatening to escape,” You're soaked, so turned on. Pretty little rhinestone so wet and glistening… come on love, move your hips. Fuck me.”

Sighing as she starts bouncing in your lap, your mind spiraled as you could feel every ridge inside her as her cunt sucked your throbbing length deeper within her.

After a few minutes you feel her start to flutter around you, and you snake your fingers down to rub her clit.

“Gonna cum on me? Go ahead sweetheart, I wanna feel it.”

You look around at the rest of your rhinestones, some entangled with one another, some pleasuring themselves.

Another beautiful man slid in next to you, placing wet kisses to your neck, “Can I ride your thigh Josh? Please, I want it so bad!”

“Go ahead, love on me.”

You groan when you feel the weight of him settle in on your thigh, shifting his weight, humping his slick cock against your skin.

Your mouth falls agape when the two people riding you start making out whining as they fall apart. First you feel a gush of slick release around your cock as her high slams into her, then you feel his hot sticky release splatter on your skin.

They both slump forward coming down from their highs and you praise,” Such a good job, so so beautiful.”

As most of your group met their ends you eyed the woman who had mostly kept to herself. Hooking your finger in a come hither motion, you beckon her,” Come here honey.”

She crawled over to you, eyes locked on your slick twitchy cock. You cupped her cheek in your palm,” Are you having fun?”

She nodded, still somewhat shy.

“Do ya want to touch me?”

She giggles, trailing her hand up and down your chest, traveling lower and lower. Her dainty fingers wrap around your thick cock, and you pulse.

“Josh?”

You hmm in response as she pumps your length, that familiar burn in your stomach returning once again this evening.

“Can you fuck me?”

“Climb on honey.”

She halts her hand and you silence a groan,” No Josh, I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckle, telling her to lay down. Instantly she parts her legs for you, and you smirk at the wetness glistening within her folds. You grasp your cock in your hand, swiping it through her slit. You shudder, you're so hard and ready to cum. Lining up with her entrance you shudder when you sink into her. Eagerly you pump your hips, aching to finally reach your orgasm for the night. She clenches tight around you like a vice making your eyes roll back. Leaning back onto your knees you pull her hips into your lap, thrusting into her harder and faster, the knot in your stomach tightening. Finally your gaze finds her face and she's looking up at you with adoration, eyes blown out with pleasure.

She sighs, and you realize that she's gently climaxing around you.

“What a good girl… I'm getting close.”

Her eyes flutter open,” I want it in my mouth Josh.”

Lust courses through your veins at the sound of her voice, pushing you even closer.

Quickly you pull out for her, holding your pulsating cock steady in your hand for her to latch on to. Her hot waiting mouth attaches to your length, swallowing you down, when finally the band in your stomach snaps and you're cumming hard into her mouth. When she feels that you've stopped spurting she pulls away from you, opening her mouth and showing you your mess before dutifully swallowing.

Petting her hair you praise her for being so good for you. You both flop down on the mattress, melding with the other spent bodies on the bed. As you caught your breath, your body still buzzing from your high, the woman curled into your side caught your attention,asking a question.

“We're not the only ones you've done this with are we.”

“No, my pretty rhinestone, you're not.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why? Why not? I want to show my love to people as freely as I love the earth and the air I breathe. I want to love fiercely and passionately, in every aspect of my life.”

She relaxed into your side, pleased with your answer,” You're a beautiful person Josh.”

Fin.

#gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #gvf smut #gvf fanfiction #greta van smut #josh kiszka smut

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slut4prongs · 10 months

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insecurities

remus lupin x gn!reader (i think?)

description: remus is insecure of his scars

600 words

A light knock on the door before it slowly opens pulls Remus’ attention away from the book that previously had it.

In you walk, shutting the door softly behind you before kicking off your shoes and padding over to where Remus is sitting on his bed.

As you flop down onto your back next to him you grumble out “Remind me to never get detention with James and Sirius ever again.”

With a soft chuckle Remus moves to set his book on his bedside table and sit back against the headboard. He opens his arms inviting you to lay with him before speaking “So, I take it you didn’t have fun?”

“I think they should just lock people in a room with them both as detention,” You groans, rolling onto your side to rest your head on Remus’ chest and rest an arm across his stomach.

That made Remus laugh a lot harder than before which in turn made you start to laugh as well, making you both dissolve into a fit of giggles for a few minutes.

Finally calming down, you both fall into a peaceful silence, the only sounds being both of your soft breathing, the chatter of birds as well as other students outside, and the constant ticking of the clock on James’ nightstand.

Not giving it much thought, you slip your hand under the hem of Remus’ shirt and begin to rub your thumb gently across the skin. Remus’ body tenses at contact of your hand on one of his scars.

“Oh, I’m sorry Rem.” You say softly, and pull your hand out from his shirt and rest it on his chest near your face. He moves to sit up more, making you sit up off him and look at him.

“No, no, I’m sorry.” He mumbles looking down at his hands in his lap until you grab his hands, stilling the way he was starting to fidget, which makes him look up at you cautiously.

You smile softly at him before saying “What ever could you be apologizing for?”

“Well, you know, the scars, they’re gross.”

“Remus Lupin, no they are not” You chastise lightly.

Untangling your hands, you move your hands to rest on his cheeks while moving the rest of your body to straddle his lap to keep him still.

“You absolutely perfect Remus, scars and all” You state firmly whilst running your thumb across one of the scars near his eye.

“All of your scars show me how strong you are Rem, to be able to handle what you have to through every month”

His scars on his face shine through brighter in contrast to his now red cheeks.

“Okay?” You question him gently.

“Okay.”

“Good,” You smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss on the tip of his nose, then his left cheek, then the right, his forehead, chin, the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.

Pulling away from his lips which have now formed to a small smile, you grin and lean in to peck his lips again.

“My pretty boy” You mumbles against his lips, that immediately forms a sheepish smile and he moves to tuck his face into the crook of your neck to hide his flustered state.

You giggle quietly and move a hand up onto the back of his head to play with his hair as you both sit there in peaceful silence for a while until James and Sirius get out of detention as well and come barging in, loudly discussing some prank they want to pull on Snape.

“Moony, help, how do we do this?” Sirius pleads, turning to look at the embracing couple.

Remus removes his face from your neck after pressing a small kiss to it to look at his doormates and join in on their conversation, all while not removing his arms from around your body still holding you close for the remainder of time they all spend talking that night.

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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A Special Visit

Pairing(s): Rooster x Future Wife!Reader, mentions of Goose x Carole

Author’s Note: I’ve been meaning to write this story for a while! It’s about the first time Bradley ever took the future Mrs. Bradshaw to visit the cemetery where Goose and Carole are buried.

Warnings: Some mild angst and mentions of grief/loss, but mostly lots of fluff.

You could feel your body slowly starting to rouse itself with those hints of early morning consciousness, hanging in that strange limbo between slumber and wakefulness, but you were determined not to open your eyes just yet. Instead, you tucked your chin inside your sweatshirt—or rather, your boyfriend’s sweatshirt—and burrowed yourself deeper underneath the covers, feeling your thigh brush against the solid, muscular form lying beside you. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the warmth emanating from him, immediately chasing away any chill that had managed to cling to your skin in the early light of dawn.

Eyes still closed, your other senses were heightened as the stirrings of a new day began invading the small bedroom where you and Bradley were currently ensconced. You could hear the sounds of birds calling to one another and squirrels chattering as they scampered around the tree just beyond the back porch. You could feel the cool breeze wafting in through the window you’d left open just a smidge before going to sleep last night, and smell the crisp, fresh scent of autumn as it swirled over your cozy little hideaway. Snuggling closer to your boyfriend’s side, you could even still taste his kiss from the night before, sweeter than honey and more delicious than any five-star dinner.

At the sensation of Bradley’s breath on your cheek, your eyes finally started to flutter open and your heart immediately came stuttering to a halt at the sight you were met with.

Bradley Bradshaw really was the most breathtaking man you had ever known.

Even in the throes of a deep sleep, you had never seen a man more handsome or more capable of turning your brain to mush. His sandy brown hair was mussed and knotted, sticking up at wild angles that almost made you giggle except for the fact that you didn’t want to wake him. His dark eyelashes were kissing ruddy cheeks that looked flushed and warm from a night spent huddling under two blankets in a worn hoodie and sweatpants. And his lips, those lips that were so soft and tender when they brushed against yours or whispered sweet words of love in your ear, were parted slightly, the sounds of his heavy breathing a sign to you that he was still very much asleep.

God, you loved him so much.

Reaching out with a gentle hand, you brushed your fingertips delicately across his cheek, absorbing the heat that seemed to flow from him in waves. You knew he was exhausted. These past couple days had been meaningful for the both of you, but you also knew that they had been emotionally draining for him as well. And today would be the toughest day of all.

You and Bradley had arrived in Virginia just two days earlier, though it felt longer for all you had already managed to accomplish during your short trip here. After over eight months of dating, it was the first time you were getting to see Bradley’s hometown, the place where he had grown up and been shaped into the man he was today.

He didn’t have much family left in the area, he had explained to you before you arrived. Just a few aunts and uncles and a couple cousins. He had never had a very large extended family to begin with, and many of them had since moved out of state. But this was where he had been born, where his parents had tried to put down roots and where his mother had raised him. It was the place where his parents were buried. And so it would always be home.

The two of you were staying at the home of Bradley’s Aunt Betty, Carole’s older sister who didn’t share much in common with her vivacious younger sister except for her eyes and her smile. She was a kind woman who had graciously opened up her home to you and made you feel quickly at ease. As a nurse, she worked long shifts at the local hospital, but it had been nice getting to spend time with her and to hear stories about Bradley’s mother when she was a little girl. You knew it meant a lot to Bradley, too.

Besides meeting Bradley’s family members, he also took you on a full tour of the town, showing you all his favorite places, including the baseball field where he’d played all the way through high school and the diner where he and his mom used to go get breakfast every Sunday. Seeing the joy on his face as he’d shared stories from his childhood, eyes sparking with memories as he gazed upon the sites that had been the center of his world while he was growing up, filled your heart with such love for him that you thought it might overflow or actually stop beating altogether. It didn’t seem possible that a heart could contain so much feeling without simply ceasing to function.

There was one place Bradley hadn’t yet taken you though.

The cemetery.

You knew he wanted to. It was the main reason you were here in Virginia.

“I want you to meet my parents,” he’d told you seriously, when he first proposed the trip. “You know, if that’s not weird for you,” he’d quickly amended, the tips of his ears turning pink as he averted his gaze in shy embarrassment.

“Of course not,” you’d assured him, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing his arm comfortingly. The truth was, you’d never been so touched by an invitation. “I want to meet your parents, too.”

Today was your last day here, so you knew it had to be today. But you had a feeling that Bradley was anxious about it, so you wanted him to get as much rest as he needed. Leaning over in bed, you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead before silently slipping out from underneath the covers, tucking them around his still body and carefully tiptoeing out of the bedroom.

Aunt Betty had mentioned the evening before that she was working an early shift at the hospital today, so you knew she was already gone as you made your way to the bathroom for a quick shower. You dressed with care, choosing a pair of jeans and a flattering sweater that you knew would keep you warm in the chill November air. Once your hair and make-up were done, you took a step back to critically examine yourself in the mirror. You’d met boyfriends’ parents in the past, but nothing felt as momentous as this. Even though you knew you wouldn’t actually be getting to “meet” Goose and Carole, the need to make a good impression hung urgently in the air all the same. As anxious as you knew Bradley was feeling, you were feeling rather nervous yourself.

Walking into the kitchen, you scribbled a quick note to Bradley, letting him know that you were going to run a couple errands and that you would be back soon, just in case he awoke before you returned.

Just as you were walking out to the car you and Bradley had rented, your phone suddenly buzzed with an incoming text message.

How’s it going?

It was Maverick. You smiled, grateful for what a dear friend Bradley’s godfather had become to you in the months that you had known him.

Really well! I think Bradley’s happy to be here.

Has he taken you to Rosewood yet?

Maverick knew better than anyone the main reason why you and Bradley were here. He and Bradley both tried to visit Goose and Carole as often as possible, and it had been a while since either of them had been able to get here.

We’re going today. Bradley’s still sleeping. I think both of us are a little nervous.

They would love you.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes at Mav’s message, knowing how heartfelt it was and how much it meant coming from him.

Thank you, Mav ❤️

Talk to you soon, kid.

Putting your phone away, you jumped in the car, wanting to get through these errands as quickly as possible so that you could get back to Bradley.

When you returned back to the house a half an hour later, dropping the car keys on the kitchen counter, you could hear movement in the bedroom.

“Honey? Is that you?” Bradley called out, the sound of a door opening down the hallway followed by the patter of footsteps on the carpeted floor.

“Mhm,” you called back, setting the tray you were holding down on the table. “I went to grab coffee from the diner,” you explained, smiling when you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist. “Good morning,” you greeted him, your cheeks flushing pleasantly when he pressed soft kisses to your neck.

“Good morning,” Bradley murmured, his voice still thick with sleepiness despite the fact that he had clearly showered and gotten himself dressed for the day. “Thank you for the coffee,” he added, nuzzling your cheek affectionately as he reached to grab the cup that was marked Black.

Stepping back for a moment, he looked you up and down appreciatively, his free hand resting on your waist. “You look beautiful, honey,” he told you, his eyes warm as he took a sip of his coffee.

You flushed happily at the compliment, glancing down at the outfit you had carefully selected. “You think it’s alright?” you asked self-consciously. “I have another sweater I could—”

Bradley cut you off with a kiss, his lips tasting strongly of dark roast coffee. “It’s perfect,” he assured you, brushing a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re perfect.”

You smiled, resting your hand over his. “I know how important today is for you,” you said softly, gazing up at him. “I want you to know it’s important for me, too.”

Setting down his coffee cup, Bradley swallowed deeply, suddenly looking a bit overcome. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close and not saying anything for several minutes. You just wrapped your arms around him and let him sway gently, rocking back and forth.

“I’ve never wanted to bring anyone with me to see my parents,” Bradley admitted hoarsely, reaching up to stroke your cheeks with his calloused thumbs. “I’ve always gone to see them by myself. You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to take with me. I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he whispered, burying his face in your hair and pulling you close to his chest.

“I’m glad I’m here, too,” you whispered in return, stroking his back soothingly.

The two of you stood like that, locked in each other’s arms, for a while before Bradley finally took a step back, clearing his throat. “I have a couple things to put in the car and then I’ll be ready to go, okay?” he asked, squeezing your hand in his.

You nodded, smiling. “Oh, baby? I picked something else up while I was getting the coffee,” you told him, walking over to the bag you’d left by the door when you’d returned to the house. “I hope it’s okay. I know you mentioned they were your mom’s favorite, and I wanted to have something to bring for her,” you explained, suddenly feeling a little nervous as you pulled out the small bouquet of red roses you had purchased at a florist’s shop on your way back to the house.

Bradley was quiet as he stared at the flowers in your hand, and for a moment you worried that you had overstepped. Maybe he’d already picked something up for his mom. Maybe the bouquet wasn’t big enough and he wanted to leave something nicer for his mother, but now he was going to feel forced to leave it because you had gone and picked it up without talking to him about it first. Maybe…

Your mind was in such turmoil that you didn’t even realize Bradley had moved until he was suddenly pulling the flowers out of your hands, laying them on the kitchen counter and wrapping his arms around you once more. He was silent, but you could sense the slight shudder running down his spine as you held him close, and feel the tears that were leaking onto your shoulder.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” Bradley rasped, his mouth close to your ear as his face remained hidden by your hair. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, honey,” you murmured, gently pulling his head back so that you could look him in the eye. The emotion was written plainly across his face as you leaned up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“The flowers are beautiful, baby,” Bradley told you, glancing over at the bouquet once again. “My mom would love them.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled warmly, feeling proud that you had picked out something Carole would have liked.

“Let me pack up the car, and then we’ll be good to go,” Bradley said, dropping a kiss to your forehead before hurrying out of the room to go grab the things he needed.

Ten minutes later, you and Bradley were making your way towards Rosewood Cemetery, Bradley holding your hand tightly in his as he maneuvered the steering wheel down the small, winding roads. You knew he was nervous. You could feel it in the way he was gripping your hand, his thumb brushing absent-mindedly across your skin. You were nervous, too, your heart pounding in your chest the closer you came to the cemetery.

The car was quiet as you pulled through the gates a few minutes later. Bradley had turned the radio off not long after you got into the car, and neither of you had said anything since. You kept your eyes fixed on the grassy hills in front of you, lined with the tombs of all those who had been loved and lost over the course of generations.

After taking a few sharp turns on the tight, curving paths, Bradley finally stopped the car and put it in park. But he didn’t move. His one hand was still gripping yours, the other clenching the steering wheel tightly.

“Bradley?” you asked gently, not wanting to push him, but also wanting to make sure he was okay.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Bradley murmured, as if suddenly realizing what a mental fog he’d been in. He loosened his grip on your hand immediately, lightly massaging your knuckles with his fingers. “I just…”

“Is everything okay?” you asked, resting a comforting hand on his arm.

He swallowed nervously, seeming almost unable to turn and fully meet your gaze. “It’s just—when I come to visit my parents, I usually stay for a while. A few hours. I sit and I talk with them, you know? Like they’re still here. Like we’re having a conversation.” He swallowed again, suddenly fidgeting in the driver’s seat. “And well—I realize now that that might seem a little weird. And if it makes you uncomfortable, we don’t have to stay that long. It’s just something I’ve always done, but like I said, I always come by myself and so…”

Bradley’s sentence trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, still not looking you in the eye.

It dawned on you in that moment that Bradley was nervous not because he didn’t want to bring you here, but because he was feeling self-conscious about what you would think, watching him interact with his deceased parents. You couldn’t blame him for that. What he was doing today, what he was inviting you to be a part of, was probably the most intimate and vulnerable thing he had done in the nearly nine months you’d known him. He was opening his heart to you in a way he had admitted he’d never done with any other person. And you felt privileged to be a part of that.

“Bradley,” you murmured softly, reaching over and cupping his face in your hands. “Baby, look at me,” you urged gently, waiting until he had lifted his brown eyes to meet your gaze. “Honey, I think it’s beautiful, the relationship you have with your parents. I think it’s beautiful that you spend this time with them. You don’t ever have to feel embarrassed or ashamed about that. This is your time to be with them, and I’m just so grateful that you want me here for that. We will stay here as long as you want to.”

Nodding his head slowly, Bradley grasped one of your hands in both of his and lifted it to his lips, kissing it softly. “Thank you, baby. Thank you.”

Taking a breath, Bradley opened his door and stepped out of the car, hurrying around to your side so that he could open your door as well. Grasping your hand, he helped you step out, then moved to the trunk of the car.

While you grabbed the bouquet of flowers for Carole, Bradley grabbed the large throw blanket and thermos he’d packed earlier, slamming the trunk door down with his elbow.

“Don’t want you getting grass stains or freezing out here,” he grinned, holding up the items with a soft chuckle.

That was your Bradley. Thoughtful and selfless beyond all measure. Goose and Carole would be so proud of the man their son had grown up to be.

“Ready?” Bradley asked as he came to stand beside you, juggling the blanket and thermos in one arm so that he could wrap his other around your waist.

“Ready,” you nodded, allowing him to lead you up the footpath.

The two of you walked for a couple minutes until Bradley stopped at a particular row, then took a right and led you to a spot beneath the shade of a stunningly beautiful red maple tree. November really had been a perfect time to visit.

Bradley’s hand slipped inside yours as he brought you before a large tombstone, BRADSHAW etched in bold letters across the stone face.

“Hi, Mom and Dad,” he breathed out, squeezing your hand gently as he smiled down at their gravestone.

Your heart skipped several beats as you gazed at the names carved into the stone—Lieutenant Nicholas Anthony Bradshaw and Carole Marie Bradshaw. What struck you even more deeply were the dates underneath Bradley’s father’s name—July 19, 1962-July 29th, 1986. Goose Bradshaw had died just ten days after his 24th birthday. So young. So much left to live for. So much that he never got to see.

Including the man who was standing beside you.

“I know it’s been a little while since I last visited. I can just imagine what you’re saying, Mom,” Bradley grinned ruefully. “But I had good reasons, I swear. And I’m hoping today’s visit will make up for it. I brought someone that I wanted you both to meet,” he said softly, turning his head to gaze over at you tenderly. “And she’s pretty amazing.”

You blushed slightly at that, a soft breeze rustling through the red maple and lifting your hair off your shoulders as you smiled down at Bradley’s parents’ grave. “Hi,” you greeted them softly, feeling a little shy at first, but bolstered by the feel of Bradley’s strong hand on your lower back. You introduced yourself by name, grinning warmly. “Bradley’s told me so much about you both that I feel like I know you already,” you added, suddenly remembering the bouquet you held in your hand. “Carole—oh, I mean, Mrs. Bradshaw—”

“She’d want you to call her Carole, trust me,” Bradley laughed, rubbing your back in slow circles.

“Carole,” you said again, smiling. “Bradley told me how much you love red roses, so I brought you some,” you explained, carefully settling the flowers into the small vase that was resting at the base of the tombstone. As you straightened up, you turned to look at Bradley. “Oh, I should have brought something for your dad. I feel terrible.”

Bradley smiled, shaking his head. “Knowing him, he’d say it was all about Mom anyway,” he told you with a wink. “I’m sure he’s happy with the roses.”

Chucking you under the chin affectionately, Bradley laid the large throw blanket out on the grass, the two of you working together to stretch it out flat on the ground before taking a seat upon it.

“There’s so much that’s happened since I was last here,” Bradley murmured, running a hand through his hair. “I feel like I don’t even know where to start.”

“I’m sure they want to hear it all,” you assured him, pressing a tender kiss to his shoulder. “Just start from the beginning of wherever you last left off,” you encouraged him.

So he did.

You rested comfortably against your boyfriend’s side as he regaled his parents with tales of getting recalled to TOPGUN, of the uranium mission, of his reconciliation with Maverick, and all the new friends he’d made along the way, friends who had become like family. He told them about getting to be part of a special squadron stationed at North Island, how he now got to remain in San Diego, which was why it had been so long since he’d been able to travel back home.

And then he told them about how he met you.

“You were right, Mom. I know you love hearing that,” Bradley grinned, resting an arm around your shoulders. “You were always right. It happened just like you told me it would. I saw her in the middle of The Hard Deck, and it felt like the whole world stopped turning.”

“You’d be very proud of him, Goose,” you chimed in, laughing brightly. “He caught my attention with a very rousing performance of Great Balls of Fire.”

The next couple hours flew happily by, you and Bradley laughing until your sides hurt as you recalled the various antics of your friends and all the adventures—and misadventures—the two of you had gotten into since your lives had intersected. You couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear as Bradley shared with you stories of his parents, and the shenanigans they had been known for, especially whenever they were with Maverick.

As the late fall sun began making its slow descent across the sky, Bradley sobered slightly and took a deep breath as he turned his focus once more to his parents’ tombstone.

“Alright, Mom and Dad. It’s getting late and I think we talked your ears off enough,” he said, slowly rising from his spot on the ground. Letting out a soft groan as he stretched his back, he reached his hands down and helped you rise up as well. “I promise I’m going to get back here soon to visit you guys again.”

“It was wonderful getting to spend the day with you,” you added, holding the thermos in your hands as Bradley folded up the throw blanket. You paused for a moment, before continuing. “Thank you for the gift of your son. He’s an amazing man, and I know that’s because of the two of you.”

Bradley’s head shot up, and he looked a bit startled by your words. “Honey,” he murmured softly, the tips of his ears turning pink in a way that had nothing to do with the autumn chill.

“What? You complimented me enough in front of them,” you teased, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled at that, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Goodbye, Mom and Dad. I love you,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to his fingers before laying them atop their gravestone.

“Goodbye, Goose and Carole,” you murmured, mimicking Bradley’s farewell kiss.

The two of you were quiet as Bradley took your hand and led you back to the car, quickly dropping the blanket and thermos back into the trunk before opening the passenger door for you. As soon as you were both in the car, he turned and took you into his arms, cradling the back of your head in his hand.

“Today meant so much to me, honey. More than you can even know. Thank you,” he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Thank you for trusting me, baby. Thank you for bringing me here,” you replied, stroking his cheek delicately. “This was so special.”

“You’re so special, baby. And I just know my parents would have adored you. I know they’re looking down and that they’re so happy that I found you,” he told you, kissing you softly.

Pressing one last kiss to the back of your hand, Bradley put the car in drive and began to pull away, a light breeze picking up once more as you began the drive out of the cemetery.

And as the two of you drove away, a few delicate red rose petals floated on the breeze behind you, a little goodbye kiss from two people whose love would always be stronger than separation and death.

#mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #mrs. bradshaw #rooster x wife!reader #rooster x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #miles teller

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kamisatomay018 · 6 months

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My devotion and my love is all for you, Rex Lapis

A Zhongli version of the legend of the Red String of fate cuz why not! Very fluff with lots of love!

Zhongli x female reader

Please note that for this fanfic, your powers will be like Ningguang so there won’t be any confusion as you read ahead, and the artwork is not mine. Enjoy!

The chirping of birds, the sweet scent of your favourite Qingxin flowers, distant chatter of the people of liyue along with the sounds of carts moving through the lanes was what you could observe as you sat atop the mountain near the Lisha region. You were seated besides the Statue of the Seven, which was of your beloved Archon, Rex Lapis. While liyue kept moving ahead, you were forever stuck in time, perhaps right beside the statue of your Archon. For reasons that you yourself could not explain, you always felt a connection to Rex Lapis, an undeniable sense of devotion, admiration and love was filled in your heart for the God of Contracts. Perhaps it was because you were a citizen of Liyue, or perhaps because you were half adepti, or maybe because you held a vision of his element, a very minute part of his own powers that he had felt you were worthy of.

Due to the presence of adepti blood in your being, your life was way longer than an average human’s. You were almost a hundred years old now, yet you looked as young as a woman in her mid 20s, beautiful and graceful, with golden eyes and brown hair just like your Archon. You were a very famous painter, your paintings were demanded all across teyvat, though you made sure your identity was kept hidden. You liked to live in seclusion, away from mortals, especially the people of Liyue whom you had started to now despise deep down. Why? Because in your eyes, they were nothing but ungrateful. Months had passed since the news of Rex Lapis’ death was announced, and yet you saw not a single sign of remorse on the faces of these people. When Rex Lapis had died, people did not mourn truly, for merchants were worried about their businesses, the predictions of trade, the formation of mora. All they cared about was their own selfish desires, and not the fact that the great Archon who had built this city, protected it for over 6000 years had passed away. Only a single Right of Parting and everyone forgot him?

But you certainly did not. The day you heard that Rex Lapis was gone, you had felt your heart shatter into a million pieces, and you had cried bitterly for days, leaving the city and hiding away in the mountains. It took a week for Madam Ping to find you, and she was full of pity at your state. You seemed inconsolable, refusing to believe that the strongest Archon had passed away, that too assassinated. That was the day you decided to stop living in Liyue Harbour, and madam ping respected your wishes, gifting you a teapot made out of adeptal magic. You were so grateful for her, after all she was the one who had raised you after your father abandoned you when you were just a small child. Since then, you had refused to go to liyue harbour except for the days you visited madam ping and Yanfei, who was like a little sister to you. You spent most of your time in your teapot, painting endlessly for hours, and when you would come out, you would sit right here, besides the statue of the seven.

People barely hiked up this mountain, which gave you the peace and tranquility of spending time with the Archon. And no, although it may seem like it, you weren’t obsessed with Rex Lapis, you just felt an overwhelming sense of love and devotion towards him. Deep down in your heart, something in you told you that he was still alive, and you prayed that wherever he was today, he was at peace. He deserved it after all. And just like every other day, you now sat with your back against the statue, using your elemental powers to summon some glittering rocks, which floated above your palms. You loved your vision dearly, it was the best gift you had ever received. You were a strong fighter, not even needing any weapon for you could conjure rocks according to your wish.

You felt truly at peace when you sat near the statue of the seven, and you would occasionally rant about all your worries and feelings, as if Rex Lapis was there, listening to you. Maybe, maybe not, but what mattered to you was that you felt calm after doing so, getting some sort of reassurance that everything would one day be alright. You had never seen Rex Lapis, and despite how devoted you were, you never attended the Rite of Descention, because you absolutely hated being among greedy merchants and rich businessmen who did not care for their Archon but only for his divine predictions. Sitting alone in the peaceful silence, you unknowingly fell asleep, completely unaware of how much your life was going to change when you would wake up.

“Rise!”

You frowned, waking up to hear the sound of someone fighting. you opened your eyes, spotting a tall man with long hair fighting against two Stonehide lawachurls. You gasped, immediately standing up wishing to help him out, but were stopped by a geo barrier all around you. Even more perplexing was the fact that he immediately defeated the monsters, seeming unfazed and simply dusting off his elegant suit. Who was this man? Sensing that you were awake, he turned around to face you, and that’s when your entire world stopped. As both your eyes interlocked, gold meeting gold, a beautiful Red String of Fate revealed itself, tied around your pinky finger and his. He was your soulmate, your partner for life. The geo barrier around you faded away, as the unknown man walked towards you, seeming rather calm and unfazed by this revelation, as if he already knew.

“Are you alright?” The words seemed to slip past your lips without your consent, making the man in front of you chuckle softly. Oh gosh, his smile was so pretty. “Indeed I am, you needn’t worry about me. I am glad I reached here on time, otherwise the situation would’ve been worse.” His words were so gentle, his voice as deep as an ocean that you could listen to him talk endlessly for hours. “Who are you..?” He smiles once more, his golden eyes scanning your surroundings as he walks towards the statue, placing his hand on it. You gasped, your eyes widening as you saw his clothes transform into something similar to what the statue wore, his white and black clothing seeming so majestic, his arms now being the shade of the geo element itself. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Rex Lapis himself was standing in front of you, in all his glory and might. You bowed onto the ground in respect “Rex Lapis..” you then felt a gentle hand holding yours, making you stand up and look into his eyes. “You needn’t bow in front of me, you needn’t bow in front of anyone. You are my mate, you are my equal.”

You had so many questions, so many thoughts and so many emotions that you could not process anything. Tears fell from your eyes, as you looked at your soulmate, your Archon standing in front of you. How lucky you were, to be fated as the soulmate of Rex Lapis himself. As he moved away from the statue, his mighty form dissipated, making him turn back to his more human form, with the same suit he wore when you first saw him. He gently wiped your tears away, letting you take your time. He knew all of this was way too overwhelming for you, but he could not keep his identity from you a secret. “I…how…My Lord..please, I cannot understand what’s going on..” Zhongli now chuckled, embracing you protectively, and in an instant you calmed down, just the way you would when you sat beside his statue. You closed your eyes, cherishing his warmth, listening to his heart beating.

“Forgive me for taking so many months- no, years..to find you, many things stood in my path of finding you, a lot of which would’ve caused harm to you. I had to be away to protect you..as for my death, as you can see, it was all a lie. I have always been able to sense your presence, your voice, your thoughts and emotions. But I did not know who you were, and where you could be..It is thanks to my old friend Madam Ping that I was able to finally find you today.”

You listened to him carefully, nodding against his chest, making him chuckle softly at how endearing you seemed right now. He had been searching for you for so long, but he would be stuck at work at the Wangsheng funeral parlour, and then he wouldn’t feel your presence near the statue, nor could he find anyone with your voice in liyue harbour. Whenever you were near his statue, Zhongli would be able to hear your thoughts, your sweet honeyed voice filling the empty void in his heart. For so long, he had been alone and suffering. But now he had found you, his better half, his companion forever. “I know that all of this is very overwhelming for you, and I would be completely fine with giving you all the time and space you may need.” You immediately shook your head, acting on impulse as you hugged him tight. His warmth was too soothing, the eternal bond of the red string between you both making you crave his presence even more. “Please don’t go..”

He smiles at those words, hugging you ever so protectively, one hand on your head while the other wrapped around your waist. “I will never leave you, my beloved.” You smiled so much, still being in such disbelief that Rex Lapis himself was embracing you and calling you his beloved. “In my heart, I always knew you weren’t gone..but..if I may ask..why did you choose to do this?” A very expected question, and a justified one. Zhongli knew he couldn’t reveal the entire reason as to why he gave up his gnosis for he was bound by a contract, but he told you what he could. “One day, I was walking among the streets of Liyue, and I heard a conversation between two men. The first man told the second, “you have done your job, now you can rest” this made me wonder, have I finished my duties as the Rex Lapis? I realised that the people of Liyue no longer needed an archon, and that it was about time that I too, chose to rest.”

You understood the depth of his words, and knew that he deserved this. He had protected liyue for countless millennia, and now he was tired, now he wished for some normalcy in his life. “I understand…and even if the people have forgotten, I will never forget how much you have given to this land, to this city, to its people..I’m so thankful for everything that you’ve done Rex Lapis..” Oh, what a rare gem you are. No one had ever said these words to him, no one had ever been as devoted towards him as you were, no one had loved him as much as you had. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You are a rare gem indeed my beloved..but you need not address me as Rex Lapis, you can call me Zhongli, which is the name I’ve taken since I adopted the life of a mortal. Or if you wish to call me by any names of endearment, I would not be opposed to those either.”

You giggled at that, hugging him so close. You had found your happiness, the answer to all your prayers, the fruit of your endless devotion and the one who owns your heart and your love. Now you had a new reason to look forward to each day, but this time, there would be no need of going to the Statue of the Seven.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin fanart #zhongli #morax x you #genshin morax #morax #morax x reader #genshin impact morax #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #fluff #rex lapis #morax x y/n

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lindszeppelin · 1 year

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The Things Left Unsaid [pt. 2]

-> link to part 1 [x]

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You and Austin were old flames many moons ago, but when he wrote you a letter to come and visit him a lot of feelings rise to the surface. Before it's time for you go to home, can Austin convince you to stay?

Rating: Mature. 18+.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, thigh riding, oral (f. and m. receiving), heavy petting, angst, heated argument, triggering of abandonment issues, spanking, rough makeup sex, spitting, fingering, dom!Austin vibes and sub!Reader

Word Count: 19k

a/n: So due to the overwhelming love I received from the first part of TLU where-in I give Austin his dream Notebook fantasy, this is part 2 where Austin convinces Fem!Reader to stay. Credit to @madisonafangirl for the prompt <3

Dawn crept up on the horizon, a heavenly yellow glow peeked through the curtains that shine through the bedroom window. The faint chattering of birds chirping away in the nearby trees alerted your attention as you slowly make your way back to the land of the living. You must've passed out hard. Austin definitely wore you out after your marathon sex last night, chasing orgasm after orgasm together. Crude flashbacks pass through your minds eye, sending a chill down your spine and a thumping tingle to your lower half.

As you rubbed the sleep away from your weary eyes you could hear the soft rumbling of Austin's steady beating heart from underneath you. You don't even remember how you wound up in this position with your head on his chest and one of your legs draped over his naked body, but you were not complaining in the slightest. The warmth of him next to you under the covers was comforting.

You stirred against him, attempting to stretch your lower extremities but your legs felt like jello after being put through so many positions last night. You tried your best to not wake Austin from his peaceful slumber, but that was shot down quickly as you felt his chest rise and fall, inhaling his first morning breath of fresh air.

The lazy arm that was draped loosely around your waist was brought back to life as he pulled your naked body flush against his side. A deep, groggy moan reverberated in his chest and sent a shiver down your spine. You were perfectly content to just lay here for all eternity, forgetting about all of your responsibilities, being under Austin's gentle embrace.

You lifted your head from his chest and gazed up at Austin, as he plopped his free hand over his face and rubbed his eyes awake. He sighed, perhaps a little annoyed that he had been interrupted from his dreams, but his reality was far better.

His tufts of blonde curly chest hairs were tangling in your fingertips as you laid there fully satisfied and perky as ever. You were never a morning person honestly, but your sexcapades put the biggest pep in your step. He attempted to stretch as well, his thighs drifted further open and practically brushed against your bare core, creating a brand new pool of arousal to form and threaten to spill out all over him. Finally you were met face to face with Austin's sparkling eyes, still half lidded and glazed over with sleep, as he warmly smiled down at you. Even in this state with his honey blonde locks standing up every which way, he looked cute as hell.

Austin took his free hand and entwined it within your hair, doing his best to smooth our your messy mop of bedhead, which he found oddly sexy.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He spoke tenderly, his husky morning voice drenched his vocal chords and ignited that already burning fire within your belly. God, you were practically salivating for this man, you couldn't get enough.

"Good morning, handsome." You cooed. With his hand on the back of your head, he cradled you as he brought you up to his lips for a tender kiss. What started out as a simple good morning peck slowly but surely turned into one dripping with desire all over again. Austin's strong lips worked against yours. His hand around your waist clutched you closer to him before making it's way down past the dip of your lower back, and taking a greedy handful of your ass with a firm squeeze. Lustful sighs were past between you both as you parted your mouth and let him in to explore you with his tongue.

"God, I just can't get enough of you." Austin whined into your mouth between sloppy kisses. And you couldn't either. How the hell you managed to have enough orgasms to last you a lifetime in one evening, and then wake up and be turned back on all over again was a testament to Austin's spell over you.

It was hard to hide the fact that he was pitching a tent under the covers. You could feel him stand to attention against your leg the more you intensify the heated kiss up above. It drives you insane just how quickly he can get turned on by you, fully ready to take you in just a few minutes. And you were the same. You were sure he could feel your wet folds writhing against his thigh. This set you off already as a woman on a mission this morning. The fire in your belly was steadily burning, yearning for him.

"I'm so wet for you." You purr between kisses. You can't keep your hips from rocking against his thigh, your slick already pouring out of you and creating a slippery surface for you to rub your clit deliciously against his muscular leg. He smiles wickedly against your lips, and his cock lobbed against his stomach. He's totally drunk on the feeling of his girl using his body however she pleases to get off. This was already turning out to be the best morning of his life.

"Let me take care of you, angel." He rasps breathlessly. The large hand in your hair snakes it's way down to the back of your neck, grasping at your skin in a light show of dominance. Austin nips at your plump bottom lip, making you moan at this emboldened act of passion. But he didn't stop there, he was overcome by you, and he'd help you reach your ultimate peak as if his life depended on it.

Your heart jumped out of your chest as soon as you felt Austin's hand on your ass helping to drag your wet folds along his thigh that was rutting against you, adding just the right amount of pressure on your clit to get the ball rolling. "Austin! Fuck." You squealed. He watched hungrily as his leg bobbed up and down, his hand pushing you further against him, and you moaning in pleasure as your juices seep out of your core as you ride his thigh.

"So desperate for me. Is my babygirl needy to come this morning?" He cooed, the tenacity of his shaking leg moving faster against your pussy. You couldn't help leaving a sticky sweet trail all over him, he knew just what to say to you and how to touch your body to elicit the most sinful expressions of perversion onto you. You also never thought you'd be so down bad for him that you can get off on just his leg alone.

"Yes! Please, Aus." You mewled as you writhed against him.

"I've got you. Just let yourself go. I wanna feel that pussy make a mess of me." He growled, firmly grasping you harder in his hand and grinding you along his shaking thigh.

You were so close to coming, so excruciatingly close. With every brush of his thigh against your sopping core, and his firm grip on your ass helping to add delicious friction to your clit sent you careening over the cliff. You never thought you were capable of having an orgasm this way, without the need for his fingers, mouth, or cock. But here you are, writhing in sweet ecstasy as you collide your head into the crook of Austin's neck, burying yourself there and moaning his name. Your walls fluttered around nothing, but your release came gushing out of you all the same.

"That's my good girl." Austin rasped deeply, clearly out of his mind with how turned on he is seeing you come all over his leg. Never in his life has he been with another woman who was this desperate for him that she resorts to this depraved act of sexual gratification. It was fucking hot.

You stilled your hips, slowly coming to a halt as you felt all of your juices finally make their exit from your pussy. A flush rose to your cheeks, a little embarrassed at the mess you just made. But he didn't care one bit. The hand around the back of your neck soothed your back as you slumped all your body weight against him.

You huffed, hot air pooling out over Austin's neck as you attempt to say anything, but your mouth is latched onto him. "You are such a hazard." You sighed, your words coming out muffled against his skin.

Your body was jolted back to life as you felt his chest rise and fall, an abrupt laughter falling from his lips. "A hazard? What are you talking about?"

Trying to prop yourself up on your forearms, you tremble as you peel yourself away from Austin's neck. Finally you're met with fresh air, and your lungs happily accept the oxygen. "I just came all over you, humping your leg like a schoolgirl or something. I've never done that for any man."

The corners of his eyes crinkles as he laughed lowly in his throat, his other hand was still idly laying on your ass, which you felt stir on top of your flesh as he gave a leisure squeeze. "So what you're saying is, i'm a hazard because I bring out your inner bad girl?" The hear rose to your cheeks even more, you were sure that you were bright red like a tomato right now. Having to admit that was almost scandalous for some reason. You shyly nodded in response.

He threw his head back against the pillow and licked his lips, humming to himself in pleasure at the very thought. "Goddamn baby, that's so sexy. My naughty little minx." The hand that was laying at the back of your neck brought you down to his level, capturing your lips with his in a sweet entanglement of wanton desire.

You mewled against his lips, and your hand draped over his body was playing with the curls of wiry blonde hairs adorned his chest. You could kiss this man all day for the rest of your life. He certainly knew how to use them in the best ways to have you tingling all over. His succulent mouth brushing against yours, eliciting the faint whispers of whines escaping from him.

He briefly parted from your mouth. His hand smoothed over your head softly as his ocean eyes lingered on yours, looking deep into your soul. The breath hitched in your throat as you drank him in. He was definitely the most handsome man you had ever seen. No one looks this good 24 hours of the day, 7 days a week. But Austin Butler is no ordinary man it seems. You allowed your hand to caress his scruffy cheek with your fingers, feeling the prickly golden hairs move beneath you. An innocent gesture, but it was one that captured his heart.

His gorgeous smile appears on his face. He looked positively love drunk on you, and you committed the way he adoringly gazed at you to memory. In the back of Austin's mind, there were three specific words he wanted to string together and say to you. But he didn't want to ruin the mood, incase you didn't reciprocate the sentiment. He felt the feeling nonetheless, and tried his best to suppress the urge to utter that formidable sentence. It was too early, he needed to wait more before he let himself say it. He needed more time with you, and he would wait until the right moment. Now was not the time. However, he couldn't help but wonder if you were thinking the same thing he was.

Austin let out a contented sigh, and placed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I think it's time to get up." You hum in agreement and carefully untangle your body from his, letting your body fall back against the bedsheets.

He discards the covers and swings his legs over the edge of the bed before standing up. You couldn't help but stare at his delicious backside as you turn over on your side, head in hand, as you make it obvious you like the view he's giving.

You bite your lower lip, enjoying how the sunshine from the window cascades over his sculpted naked body, highlighting his best assets. He walks over to the closet and rummages through the hangers.

"I can feel you looking at my ass." Austin laughs, not even bothering to look behind him to check if you are - because he already knows the answer.

"It's not my fault that you're such eye candy." You retort as you lick your lips playfully. You can hear Austin scoff sheepishly at you as he finally picks out an outfit for the day which comprises of a rich navy blue henley, boxer briefs, and a fresh pair of Levis.

With his clothes in his hand, Austin turns back around to face you. "You're cute. But, I'm in desperate need of a hot shower. And if you're smart, you would stop staring at me from the bed and join me for some pampering before breakfast. I'll let you decide." He threw you a cheeky wink before sauntering off to the bathroom adjoined to the bedroom.

His proposition did sound perfect right about now. While you did definitely need to wash your body of the mess you just made down below, this would actually give you the best opportunity to put a plan into action. While Austin didn't need to necessarily get off, you didn't want to be the only one to come this morning. You'd chastise yourself for giving the poor guy blue balls all day if you didn't help him out.

The faint squeak of the faucet turning alerted your senses, and then woosh! The running water started hitting the shower tiles at warp speed. Now was the opportune time to begin your decent into the bathroom. You peel the covers off of your sweaty body and leap down onto the floor. The cool morning air hits smacks you in the face and send a shiver down your spine. The dress you wore last night was definitely not something you would wear again, besides you couldn't even find it among the messy pile of clothes scattered on the floor for the life of you. Instead, you just figured you'd waltz right in with your birthday suit and figure out what to wear later.

Tiptoeing into the bathroom, you see that Austin is behind the shower curtain lathering his body in a nice sandalwood scented bodywash. That turned you on all over again. But what turned you on even more was the fact that Austin would have no idea what's coming to him, literally, as you fully intend to satisfy him properly. You could practically taste him on your mouth, the thought alone was so tantalyzing.

He was whistling an absentminded tune to himself adorably, so he didn't hear you sneakily opening the shower curtain just enough for you to creep your way behind him without getting water all over the bathroom floor.

Now that you were in the shower with him you decide to let your hands travel up his lean back to let him know you were there. You didn't intend to startle him, but he swiftly turned around, and a splash of water trickled down his face in the process. His eyes widened with surprise for a hot minute, but seeing your wet body and your doe eyes peering up at him dissipated his brief wave of anxiety.

He sighed, flashing you a sexy grin. "I'm glad you decided correctly, baby."

"This was the obvious choice." You spoke softly, smiling up at him. Austin's hands snaked around your curves without hesitation, pulling you into his soapy chest, causing your bare breasts to slip and slide against him. And you fell into his gentle embrace.

Your lips ghosted his, parted and hungry for him to swallow you whole. But he leans down and caresses your mouth with the most effortlessly soft kiss that made you weak in the knees.

You whimper against his soft lips, the arousal already seeping down your inner thighs and being washed away by the steady stream of water cascading over your bodies. Austin was still fully erect, you could feel his rock hard member against your stomach. And he moaned as the sensual kisses you passed each other were quickly deepening with passion. Your fingers were tangling in his sopping wet strands, bringing him further into your mouth. His strong tongue danced with yours, already taking hold of your pillowy lips with such ease.

"Austin," You purred between hot kisses, "I wanna make you feel good." With a little bit of force, you now placed your hands on his chest and pushed him against the shower wall.

Immediately he went to cup your ass as he kneaded the supple flesh in the palms of his hands, getting his bodywash all over you. "You already are." He rasped lowly. His plush lips planted wet kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him easy access, relishing in the way he sets your body on fire.

"No, I had something else in mind." You said breathlessly, getting lost in the searing kisses he's leaving against your sensitive skin. But you couldn't allow yourself to get distracted this early on. You pulled your head away from his mouth and made sure he was intently focused on your mischievous gaze.

With a passion burning in your eyes, you slowly get into a kneeling position before him. Your hands traveled their way down to Austin's muscular thighs that you loved so much and brought you to orgasm only mere minutes ago. Austin looked so damn fine as the hot water ran down his face and trickled along the defined muscles of his lean frame. You clenched your legs together to try and dissipate the ache in your pussy.

"You know you don't have to, Y/N." He looked down upon you with heavy lids, and a look behind his eyes that spoke plainly of his innate desire for you. Even in this situation, he wasn't thinking about getting his own needs met and putting you in a position to satisfy him. While those words flew out of his mouth, he honestly couldn't think straight. You were face to face with his engorged cock, red and throbbing, and begging for release. He was too nice and polite, sometimes to a fault. Oddly enough, that subdued side of Austin sent you spiraling down the path of wanting to see him come undone even more. This man deserves to be taken care of in all the right ways, and you were the woman to do it.

You placed a chaste kiss on his inner thigh, making his sigh lustfully from above. "Austin, let me return the favor."

Well, how could he seriously say no to that? The most beautiful girl in his eyes wanted to make him cum. And the fact that you actually enjoyed sucking him off just to see him get losing in how your mouth works around his cock sets his soul alight. He ran a hand through your hair that was plastered down by the water, getting any strays away from your face that obscured his view. "My darling girl is so good to me." He cooed adoringly.

As you looked up at the man before you, with his now soaked golden locks that turned a few shades darker, and his facial hair glistening by the water, you didn't want to waste any more time. You needed him in your mouth this instant.

One of your hands went to wrap around the base of his cock, while the other one rested on his hip. He was already primed and slippery by the running water, so you didn't hesitate to part your lips and bring the swollen tip into your warm mouth. Slowly but surely you relaxed your jaw and lowered yourself further down his shaft until he was nearly at the back of your throat. Austin sucked in a harsh breath, biting his lip and savoring the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

You were off to work. You began to set a rhythmic pace using both your wet mouth sucking him off, and your hand stroking what you couldn't fit inside of you. He looked so sexy staring down at you with knitted brows, his mouth slack jawed and watching your every move as you milk his aching cock.

"Oh fuck," He moaned, the grip on your hair tightening just a little bit more. Strings of your split came seeping out of your mouth as you worked on sucking his cock, "Just like that."

You whined around him, the vibration sent a chill down his spine as he shuddered around your swollen lips. His hips rose off the back of the wall and his cock plunged deeper into your throat. This time you were well prepared, and had gotten reacquainted with Austin's impressive length over the last few hours. You relaxed your jaw even further than before, allowing him to fuck your mouth if he wanted to. The option was there for the taking.

He was already totally lost in the feeling of you, as your mouth expertly worked wonders sucking him off to oblivion. The sloppy sounds of your wet lips around his cock and Austin's whimpers reverberated off of the tile and were amplified by the amazing bathroom acoustics.

"God, you're so fucking good. Feels incredible." He praised hoarsely. Austin couldn't help but take hold of your hair a little harder and pick up the pace of sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. And you allowed him to do so. You gurgled around his shaft as the head of his cock repeatedly slammed against the back of your throat. Tears were prickling at the corners of your eyes, spilling over and mixing with the water as he got himself off.

Austin's head rolled back against the wall, moaning loudly as you deliciously sucked and swirled your wet tongue over his cock. He didn't want to thrust too hard and fast into your mouth, but you could feel his hips shaking under your hand.

You were desperate to get Austin to his climax, it was the hottest thing in the world to see this sweet, shy man unravel under your ministrations. You decided you didn't want to keep your hand jerking off his shaft any longer. This was your make it or break it maneuver. Upon release of your grip around his cock, you instead let both free hands make their way to his round ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth. Picking up the pace now, you bob your head up and down sloppily along his entire length. You let your tongue lick along the underside of his cock.

Austin shuddered, and you felt him throb hard inside your mouth. "Oh shit. You're gonna make me come so hard." He groaned thickly.

His free hand tried to cling onto anything to ground himself, but the smooth wall behind him lent nowhere for his busy hand to find purchase. So he settled on cupping your head between his hands as he plunged his cock in your mouth repeatedly. You were sure you looked totally fucked out right now, tears just kept streaming down your face as you struggled for air as you sucked the soul deep from within him.

Austin began to shake, and his legs starting to give way beneath him. You both knew his orgasm was impending at any second, it was only a matter of time. So you put on your best moves by moaning around his cock and squeezing his round ass harder in your hands, egging him on. Letting him use your mouth however he needed to find that sweet release.

He closed his eyes and gave a few hard, ragged breaths, letting his body be transported through the motions. "Holy fuck, yes!" He roared. He stilled his hips as he shot loads of hot come down the back of your throat, which you eagerly swallowed, moaning your name dreamily like some kind of sacred prayer as he came hard and fast.

Once you were sure Austin had drained himself of every last ounce of cum down your throat, you were allowed to breathe as you slowly slid your lips off of his cock as you gasped for air. He was still shaking pretty badly as the wave of his orgasm ricochet throughout his entire body. Austin brought you up from your knees with his hands, and crashed his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue.

You were both a hot, panting mess. And he looked down at you with all the love in the entire world through his eyes. He eventually settled back down and regained enough composure to speak. "I'm the luckiest bastard on the face of the Earth." He said, giving you a satisfied grin.

"You're welcome." You giggled, marveling at the way his big blue eyes shined crystal clear after you sent him to the edge of the universe. He had a newly acquired bit of enthusiasm that you thought was adorable, and he kissed you sweetly once more before swatting your ass playfully.

"Okay for real now, we need to get the both of us cleaned up. Lest we give each other about 10 more orgasms until the water turns cold." He chuckled shyly. He reached around you to grab his shampoo and squirted a generous amount into his palms, working it into a lather. "Turn around." He asked politely.

You do as he asks, facing yourself away from him and turning straight on into the jet of running water, allowing it to run down your face and wash away your sinful blowjob tears.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." You quip from over your shoulder. Austin takes his hands and begins massaging your scalp with the shampoo, cleaning any muck and dirt out of your hair with tender loving care. You closed your eyes and softly moaned at the feeling of his fingers working over you.

"It's not, but i'd receive a hefty electric bill at the end of the month." He playfully jabbed, still paying extra attention to getting every inch of your scalp as spotless as possible. His touch is firm yet calculated, treating his most prized possession with as much tender loving care as possible. Once he thinks he's done his best work, he places his hands on your shoulders and leans down to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. "Face me again, baby." He spoke softly, his sexy baritone making you shiver.

Gingerly turning back around as to not slip on the floor, your eyes meet his, and he smirks adorably. His hands find residence back on your waist.

"Now lean back and rinse." He commanded. You enjoyed Austin in this role of doting caretaker. You've forgotten what it felt like to have him do all these normal, run of the mill tasks on your behalf. And somehow it just does all the right things to you. There's something so sensual about this particular moment that seems kind of erotic, after all you did just have his cock in your mouth a few seconds ago. But the way he's looking at you now, like you're the only girl in the world, leaves your heart doing summersaults in your chest.

You follow his orders and tilt your bubbly head back into the stream of water. You start to rinse away the shampoo from your hair with your hands, making sure not to miss a spot. Austin is just taking full advantage to ogle at your heavenly naked form before him, as he cradles you in his strong arms.

A wicked smirk plays at the corner of his lips. While you're working on cleaning your hair, you hear a bottle cap pop open and plop back down on the ledge of the shower. Before you know it, you feel Austin's large hands covered in bodywash all over you.

He's like a kid in a candyshop as he has total access to all the best bits of you at his disposal, getting all soapy and slippery under his hands. You stifle back a whimper as you feel his palms cup your entire breasts, kneading and massaging them.

"You're so sexy like this." He mused huskily. Knowing this would drive you crazy, his fingertips trailed featherlight circles around your nipples. Austin licked his lips in delight as he felt your nipples stand to attention underneath his calloused digits.

"Austin!" You gasped. You brought your head back up from the water and watched him as he played with your bountiful perky tits in his hands. If there was a running tally for which of you could turn the other on the most this morning, you'd be evenly matched. He knows you love his hands too, they're one of your favorite parts about Austin's physical body. Your brain fogs up with arousal as his nimble fingers caress your hot skin. "What happened to getting us cleaned up 'for real'?" You teased.

An ember was already overtaking his ocean eyes before you. "What's it look like i'm doing?" He retorted devilishly. He sucked his bottom lip into his teeth, his soapy hands working wonders on your breasts.

"Um, I think you're working yourself up to orgasm number 50." You giggled, amused that he tried and failed miserably to remain on task. Your forehead makes contact with his as you sigh wantonly against his plush lips that are so close to closing the distance between yours.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." He says halfheartedly, clearly trying to play dumb. Between your lathered up bodies you peer down and can see his cock already pumping back up. This man's sexual appetite for you is insatiable. It takes every single ounce of willpower you have within you to not go on the attack and fuck him right now in the shower, as much as you want to. And while he was making such an erotic display of affection, which was not lost on you, you could feel the water turning tepid the longer you both stand here touching each other.

It's hard work, but you try your best to stand firm and not get distracted by his gorgeous cock or his hands playing with your nipples, making you wet all over again. And the way he's seducing you like he wants to swallow you alive is starting to send you under.

"Austin Butler..." You begin your attempt to dissuade him, but your lusty breaths give you away. He giggles cutely, scrunching his nose.

"Uh oh, the full name treatment. I think i'm in trouble." He sighs heavily, regaining his senses as his hands reluctantly remove themselves for your breasts that he lavished with so much attention. He splashes water on his face and shakes his head to snap himself out of it. His cock ached to be touched by you in all of the ways, but he tried his best to not let all of the blood rush to his ballooning member. "Right, get outta here woman. I can't do this with you distracting me. It's too temping". He smacks your ass as he escorts you out of the shower, the two of you laughing at your near encounter.

"I'll go make breakfast while you finish up." You say as you wrap a soft while towel around your body, covering up the supple flesh that he so eagerly wants all for himself.

He pokes his head out of the shower curtain. "That sounds perfect. Now go on, get. I have to clear my head of all the sinful thoughts you bewitched me with." He chuckles lowly in his chest before disappearing back in the shower. The tune he was whistling before you pounced on him was playing right where he left off. All in all you'd say that was a job well done on your part.

You roll your eyes at his playful remark and make your way back into the bedroom to dry yourself off. You figure that for now it's easier to steal one of this oversized t-shirts and throw it over yourself. And you forego panties, since the ones from last night are definitely going in the trash. You go commando for the time being. It was the perfect lounging around outfit.

While Austin is finishing up his shower, you head downstairs to put together a simple breakfast of pancakes and syrup. And you both ate to your hearts content. He thanked you properly for the delicious meal by coaxing you into his lap and finger fucking you to another rippling orgasm. He just honestly can't help himself. He popped a boner the minute he saw you teasingly spread your legs from across the dining room table, revealing your pussy in all it's glory.

But the entire day wasn't spent just being in each other's physical sphere. You eventually did have to go back to the hotel to retrieve your suitcase. He made a compelling argument of why should you pay for a room you're not even using when you can enjoy the rest of your time at his farmhouse? It was a smart idea. And you didn't want to be away from him any more than you both thought was necessary. So be kept busy while you threw on a pair of his sweatpants and headed out the door to grab all your things, making sure to not leave anything behind. It was a nice feeling to know for certain that you wouldn't be going back to the hotel emptyhanded or disappointed.

Obviously it was evident that you and he didn't have a whole lot of time left with eachother under these circumstances. At the end of the week you'd have to go back home. While day one was spent with incredible anxiety that faded away into a blissful reunion of your bodies colliding once more, day 2 was spent exploring.

It was still relatively fresh in how you two were bonding again. And you made sure to take the time to learn more about his life post-breakup. Apparently he took up gardening and purchased books on general carpentry so he could be prepared to renovate the house. Perhaps these sudden interests of his sprang up because he wanted to distract himself from the pain of not being with you anymore. Why would he dedicate his time and sensitive emotions to getting sucked down into a depressive state, when he could be out in nature, breathing new life into the soil? It just so happened to work out in his favor. They say that you sew what you reap, and he's reaping all the benefits of having you back into his life.

As morning transitioned into afternoon, Austin took you on a stroll through his plot of land. It was seriously massive. You figured he had at least a few acres all to himself. What one person needed with all that land was beyond you. Not that you were against country living at all, it was a serine existence. But all you knew for the last few years was the little 500 square foot studio apartment that you called your home. Compared to this it seemed as if Austin was living the high life out here. The more you get reacquainted with your old beau the more apparent that he thrives on his solitude. Which you always knew about him anyway, he was a very independent and private person. But this was taking things to the next level. You were proud of him for creating a safe space for him to feel grounded when all his life he's been rife with uncertainty. It genuinely warms you heartstrings to see him happy again.

When he talks to you about hobbies he's passionate about, or recanting to you a particularly interesting story about a particular hero of his he's met, his hands get shaky with nerves and he ramps up his speech, talking a mile a minute. It's really cute. And you allow yourself to just listen as he regales you with these momentous tales from his extraordinary life.

You try to take a page out of his book and settle into just being happy in this rather unusual set of circumstances. It wasn't productive right now to think about the past or the future. Everything was so uncertain. And there was still a lot to unpack. You never thought you'd seamlessly weave yourself back into the fold of Austin, but you do. At least for now anyway. And that's enough for you.

The rest of day was spent inside, cooking dinner together, listening to music, and making passionate love to each other until dusk became dawn. You two were falling into a predictable pattern now - get up, shower, maybe divulge in shower sex if you're feeling frisky, make breakfast, clean up, probably more sex, and passing the time between then and dinner. No matter what it is, you're attached at the hip.

As the gorgeous Georgia sun rose on the third and final day of your visit, Austin made the sweet suggestion of reading one of his favorite poetry books outside to get some fresh air. You knew he loved to read, and in your past relationship he made it a habit to read aloud to you every night before bed. It was a charming gesture of your once domesticated coexistence. You thought for old times sakes that you'd agree to let him read to you. Honestly, you just love to hear him talk. He could recite the phonebook and you'd be hanging on his every word.

You both settle on the swinging chair on the porch. He's got his head resting in your lap, and his long legs are sprawled out on the side of you on the chair. With his poetry book in hand, he flicked his nebula eyes up at yours, beaming a wide smile. "Ready?" He asked, excited about the prospect of reading to you once again. It's nostalgic for all the right reasons. You nod your head, and he begins.

Time seemed to slow down in this moment. And you were both basking in the calm serenity of this beautiful day with one another. His head in your lap was reassuring and it brought you a strange sense of comfort. Your hand was idly stroking his tousled sandy waves, the other one rested on his heart. You bask in the expansive landscape of this little paradise you've found yourself in as Austin's soothing baritone lulls your senses. Occasionally he would pause from reading to take your hand from his chest and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles before continuing on. It was perfect. Maybe too perfect.

You really didn't want to walk the smokey trail and ruin a nice moment with Austin. But you can feel your palms get clammy and white noise like static permeates your senses. It can be so effortless to get caught on the thought that's been at a low rolling boil these past three days. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't want to be reminded of the realities of his situation. To look it square in the eye would mean that you break the illusion of this fairytale that you allowed yourself to get swept up in. Now that it was all too clear that you'd have to make your way back home to Boston tomorrow morning, you allow the little devil on your shoulder to talk in your ear.

Was all of this really the right thing to do? Once the night was over, you'd have to make a choice. Can you allow yourself to let this be nothing but a whirlwind romance and return back to your life that you built without Austin? It's so much easier said than done to get back together with your ex, no matter how happy you make each other. Not only that, but Austin's obvious celebrity status makes him high profile. Unlike before where you two could actually go buy groceries or watch a movie at the theaters without anyone knowing who he was. This was different. Once the media and his fans caught word through the grapevine that you two are an item, it's gonna be incessant pressure on all sides. Your identity will be spread around online and soon enough everyone will know who you are. The hot button topic of all the gossip rags will be you and him, scrutinizing every aspect of your relationship. All your dirty laundry will be aired out whether you like it or not. He said he wanted to protect you from all of this. How does he intend to make that happen? You're not naïve to what it all means. A normal relationship with Austin simply isn't in the cards for you both, and that realization slaps you silly.

It's all slurring together in your mind and suddenly you feel dizzy, just like the first evening you spent here. Your brain starts to tune out Austin's voice the more you spiral down, and he's completely oblivious to your internal crisis.

As if reading your mind, suddenly Austin stirred beneath you, aware of the hand on his scalp that stopped rustling his long tresses ages ago. He paused and turned down the corner of the page to mark his spot for later. The book snapped closed and he let it rest in his lap.

"Y/N?" He called out from beneath you, looking up with concerned eyes. You still didn't hear him, you were completely zoning out and lost in the tangled web of your own self destructive thoughts. He definitely noticed something wasn't right, and it made him worry.

Austin took your hand that was resting on his heart and brought it to his plush mouth, planting demure kisses on your palm. "Honey, come back to me." He softly spoke, trying to bring you back down to wherever you had drifted off to, away from him.

In the midst of you drowning in your own thoughts you felt his kisses on your hand, and you rapidly blinked your eyes as you were brought back down to Earth. As you regain your surroundings you look in your lap to Austin's uncertain eyes, looking for reassurance of your current state.

"Sorry, I kinda just spaced out for a minute there." You said, trying to not give away the fact that on the inside you were losing your mind.

"Is everything alright?" Austin asked earnestly, he placed another kiss on your palm.

You nodded, "Yeah I'm good." You said plainly. That didn't really quell his anxieties, but he wasn't about to try and coerce you to speak openly if you didn't want to.

Austin tore his eyes way from you, examining your dainty fingers in his hand as his fingertips touched your skin. "I probably bored you to tears with my reading. I can get a bit carried away." He chuckled demurely. A faint rosy hue rose to his cheeks at the embarrassing thought that he might have rambled on for too long about the poetry. If he had known that you actually were on the verge of a mental breakdown you weren't entirely sure if that would make him feel any better about his passion for reading. So you brushed your feelings under the rug.

"No, Aus, don't worry about it. I think maybe it's a good time to think about dinner." You said, trying to sideline this conversation and avert the attention elsewhere. It wasn't a whole lie though, you were hungry for another five star meal from Austin Butler, Chef Extraordinaire.

Austin left his spot from your lap and went to stand up, stretching his limbs a little, getting the blood flowing and shaking away pins and needles. As he stood, the swinging chair rocked briskly and you tried to plant your feet on the ground in fear of flying away. "Alright, I could go for some dinner right now. Let's put a raincheck on the poetry."

All you do is nod and smile at Austin's suggestion. You weren't sure when you were going to have to sift through the cesspool of your unsteady emotions, but you hoped it could wait until after you both filled your bellies with some nourishing food.

He can still sense that you're keeping him at a distance, and it's not something he finds validating to his confidence. His ego may be deflated, given the fact that if there's a problem he'd rather fix it on the spot. But he soldiers on. It's been such a wonderful day spent with his favorite girl that he will risk walking on eggshells for the time being. He lets you walk ahead of him into the house as you both think about what to cook.

The two of you make dinner in silence. There's an awkward tension hanging low in the air that threatens to suffocate the both of you. It's extremely obvious as time goes on that you're lost in your own world and he's drifting further away from you. He doesn't want to poke and prod his way into your mind, but he wants to be let in from behind the locked door. If he can help dispel any burdensome thoughts you have then he will do his best. It pulls at his heartstrings to know that you're not willing to open up in this moment.

You're helping out with the cooking by slicing up some vegetables on the wooden island in the middle of the kitchen. And Austin works around you by sautéing some things on the stove behind you. Normally you and him would have music playing in the background to help make cooking dinner a little more playful as you both sing hilariously out of key. But the only sounds that were audible were the sizzling of the pans and the incessant buzzing in Austin's ears.

Ever the patient person and not one to enjoy confrontations, he forgoes what his brain tells him to do, which is shut up and not saying anything, in favor of listening to his gut feeling. Austin let's go of the wooden spoon he was stirring with and gripped the edge of the countertop, perhaps a little too hard. A discontented sigh harshly exhaled from his nose, his nostrils flaring. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know what was wrong with you so he could fix it, or attempt to do something.

Austin threw his head over his shoulder and spoke back in your general direction. "I know something's bothering you and I don't know what it is. Can you please talk to me?" He said carefully in a low tone, but slightly putting his foot down on the gas. He didn't want to come across as overbearing or pushy, but you were blocking him out.

When you didn't respond right away he turned on his boot heels and walked his way around the island to stand across from you. He placed his hands far apart on the wooden surface and leaned forward to you. You didn't bother to look at Austin for even a second. The red peppers you were chopping up seemed like the safest thing to focus on right now. Your heart raced in your chest as the conversation you tried to put off was happening right now. "Baby please, what's the matter?" He asked with a little more desperation to his voice.

You hated hearing Austin plead with you. But you just didn't want to make the situation tense or awkward. Unfortunately, your plan backfired on you because you can't hide your feelings very well. And Austin knows this. He remembers that when you're frustrated, happy, sad, and everything in between that your body language tells the truth and not the words coming out of your mouth. It comes across in the way you round your shoulders, you purse your lips, and narrow your weary eyes. He felt like he was walking on a tightrope and if he looked down for a split second he could plummet to certain death.

Since he had you backed into a corner, you had to fess up and spill the beans. This was gonna be unpleasant, but might as well get it over with. You sighed, your chopping coming to an eventual halt as you put down your knife on the cutting board.

Finally you muster up the strength to look Austin in the eye, and a lump formed in your throat. His eyes were pained and the gears were turning in his head at warp speed, wondering what got you this way and if he was the problem. He already thought in some aspects he was unworthy of your affections, and this unexplained change in your demeanor was keeping him off balance. Seemingly for him it came out of nowhere and all of his anxieties about losing you were rising to the surface. He was terrified, and so were you.

You swallow thickly. "I've just...been thinking that's all." You say softly.

Austin nodded and shrugged. "That's a start. Thinking about what?"

"About this. What we're doing." Your hand gestures out for emphasis.

Without missing a beat he batted his lashes and shifted his weight a little. "Care to expand upon that for me?" He asked expectantly with a twinge of confusion behind his question.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose with your finger and thumb. "Austin please, I didn't really wanna get into it right now." You mumbled, annoyed that Austin's trying to pull this out of you. To be fair, you knew this would happen. Why you thought you could successfully keep this under control you had no idea. But now you were annoyed at not only him, unrightfully so, but also yourself for handling the situation poorly.

His lips tensed up into a thin line across his face as he never breaks eye contact with you, which in this moment is a little unnerving. But the heat is rising through his body, temping his Leo energy to come out and play. "Well, since you wanna mope around the house and give me the silent treatment, I'm afraid you've left me with no choice. We are getting into it, right now." He said with a little bite.

You placed your hands on the countertop, inadvertently mirroring his body language. You let your head fall in front of you. "Goddamn it." You grumbled. This is not going well at all.

The electricity in the air was palpable and rich with strife. Austin attempts to manage his irritation by diminishing his gaze to you in a submissive manner. He can feel his body shake as the adrenaline crashes over him like a tidal wave. He couldn't argue with you, he didn't want to. But his choices for handling his situation are vanishing before him. Austin lowers his tone as he speaks. "Y/N, I'm honestly begging you. Let me in. Being left to my own devices to think about every little thing I might've said or done to offend you is driving me fucking insane. Throw me a bone here. Will you please tell me what's the matter?" He pleads wholeheartedly.

Austin's words cut through your defenses, putting a crack in the wall you tried to build around yourself as a coping mechanism. As you lift your head back up you run your hands over your face and take a deep breath, walking away from the island. You let out a frustrated groan. "I-I don't know, I mean...what's even going on here? We had a great few days together - okay, fine. I can take them for what they are. But then what comes after this?" You say in a frenzy as you pace the kitchen.

Austin remains level headed in his approach as he watches you cross your arms and walk dizzying laps back and forth. "I feel like the answer to your question is pretty obvious."

"Oh really? Well it's funny you say that because from my point of view it's not." You snap back, not even bothering to look up at Austin as you feel yourself getting flustered under pressure.

Austin removes himself from the island and goes to stand closer to you, but keeping out of your way as you walk your laps back and forth. "What, are you telling me that after all this...after every incredible moment we spent together, that you don't want to try and work things out between us? Is that what I'm supposed to extrapolate from all this?" He asks. His brow furrows as he tries to make head or tails of your thought process. Surely you two and he had an unspoken understanding that what transpired over the last few days was mind-blowing. And it was obvious to him that there was no chance in hell he was letting you go back to the east coast without making you his girl, officially. What changed between morning and now?

You stop dead in your tracks and face him for the first time in what felt like ages. Even in this heightened state of emotions you still looked beautiful to him in your blue silk nightie with a slit on one thigh, and your chunky knit cardigan thrown over you to take the chill out from the breeze passing through the open kitchen window. Even now in this moment he still holds all the love for you.

You sigh loudly, dropping your tone a pinch but the words still come out strained. "Austin, it's so much easier said than done. This isn't like some fairytale where everything magically comes together in the end."

Austin raises his fluffy blonde brows. "My sentiments exactly. I may be a bit of a self proclaimed hopeless romantic, but I also see things pragmatically. That's why I said we try and work things out." His shoulders are tense as he now folds his arms in front of chest. The rolled up sleeves on his vintage denim shirt emphasize his biceps and you can't help yourself from glancing down at the sculpted muscles for just a millisecond. You chewed your cheek, chastising yourself for letting your resolve faulter at this important juncture. And with all the heated words being thrown around, Austin hoped that his pleas were getting caught in your brain and not falling on deaf ears.

Your arms fall to your sides as you shrug your shoulders. "Okay, but how?! Please tell me, Austin. How is this supposed to work out in the real world? I have a career and a life back in Boston. Have you forgotten about that?" You ask, raising your voice.

He makes a confused face as if that was a serious question and not rhetorical. "Of course I haven't. I'm not suggesting you move out of your apartment this instant. But what I am suggesting is that you give us a fighting chance." He carefully emphasizes his words so there's not even a sliver of a chance you'll misconstrue his intentions.

"How the hell are you so certain that things between us will work out this time?" You ask as you place one of your hands on your hips.

He looks at you plain as day, serious in his demeanor. He can feel his mouth go dry as he plucks up some internal courage to press on. Austin isn't sure if this is a losing battle, but he's gonna try his best to speak his truth. At least he knows he's getting to the heart of the matter and knocking down your icy resolve. "I'm not. There are no guarantees with anything in life. What I am certain about are my feelings for you. Do you not feel the same way?" The gravelly timbre in his voice is a stark contrast to the butterflies in his stomach, and he waivers slightly as he lays his cards out on the table.

You hear exactly what Austin is saying. And it sticks like glue, finally. However, your jumbled brain simply cannot back down on the inferno it started. "You know as well I do that feelings aren't enough, Austin. I'm trying to think big picture here. If I go back to Boston and you stay here in Georgia, where do we go from there? How does it work? Seeing you maybe once a week on facetime while you're in some exotic country filming your next blockbuster movie? Getting to see you in person a handful of times before the year is out? Is that seriously enough for you? Because if we're doing this then I want certain promises from you. And if you can't make good on those promises then I honestly can't see this being for real. Regardless of how these last three days went. I don't know, maybe it was irresponsible to get involved again. Maybe you shouldn't have written to me in the first place." You said. You didn't mean for what you said to come out a bit terse, but all came pouring out of you like word vomit. You were twisting the knife deeper into Austin's vulnerability. His abandonment issues that stemmed from his childhood were being heavily triggered, and at this point all hell was about to break loose. He uncrossed his arms and walks closer to you. His blood is boiling and he isn't sure how much longer he can keep this going if you won't even give him a chance to hear him out.

His imposing figure towers over you. He again has you trapped into a proverbial corner you can't escape. Even in the open arrangement of the kitchen and conjoined dining room you feel small standing in front of him. Your eyes scan over his blue orbs. You're not sure if you're seeing right in your state of mind, but you're certain you see tears threatening to spill over his face. That wasn't something you were prepared to see. You could feel a bit of the wind in you sails topple over as the man before you trembles, his handsome features downturned.

Austin's heartbeat is in his ears. He steadies himself as best he can. The hurt in his voice is unmistakable. "You wanna know something? I've had some pretty insane things happen to me in these last few years that are pretty unfathomable to express. Every time I think that i'm okay, that i got this, i'm proven wrong. I do press junkets all day, I make public speeches that stop me dead in my tracks with crippling anxiety, I work on sets with a crew of people that adopt me as part of the family and then that family breaks up once filming is over. Inevitably I go back home to an empty house, and i sit with my thoughts. Often times, I lay awake at night and I can hear your laughter playing like a loop in my mind. I close my eyes and I immediately see your face. You've tormented me for all these years. It was excruciating for me to go on living my life without you. It felt like half of me was missing. So as you're standing here right now and you look me in the eye and have the nerve to tell me that feelings aren't enough I call bullshit."

There was a moment of intense silence that ambushed you from all angles. His words cast away most of the doubt that plagued you. And yet, you revert back to replaying the traumatic separation all those years ago in your mind. It didn't have to end like that. Even though you understand why it did. He could have spared you both the immense loss if he had just clung on tight to your relationship. His confession drudged up a lot of feelings that you haven't allowed yourself to come out in so long. It was uncomfortable, but Pandora's Box was already open.

His baby blues were misty and red as he tried his best to not let the tears spill from the rims of his eyes. You could sense the familiar lump in your throat and sniffle settle in your nose as the sting of tears pricked your eyes as well. You placed a hand on the back of your neck and tried to rub the stress away. If you looked at Austin any longer you would crumble to a million pieces, so you averted your gaze down to your feet. "It's just so difficult when I think back to how things ended between us. You left me in the dark to figure out what the hell happened." You spoke solemnly in a hushed tone.

Austin placed one of his hands over his heart in earnest. "And i'm an asshole for that. I'm not a perfect person, I have flaws and I fuck up. My biggest regret was letting you walk out of my life. And yes, I did it to protect you. But now that you're here with me again it's like we've been given a second chance. I have the capacity to make you satisfied in so many ways. More than I ever could before. Please, please allow me to take care of you. You can stay here in this house with me. I can help you relocate and get a good, well-paying job in your career field that you deserve. We don't have to be living life alone anymore." At this point he was almost begging on his knees for you to stay. But was that enough for you? He wasn't sure, but he was doing everything he possibly could to hedge his bets.

The severity of just how messed up this whole situation was hit you like a ton of bricks to your chest. You were so close to breaking down into a heap of loud sobs on the floor. Unfortunately your pride would not allow you to do that in front of the man that loves you and simultaneously hurt you. To put your trust in the whim of a second go around was not something you were inclined to do in this very moment. The little devil on your shoulder was jabbing it's pitchfork into your brain, shutting down all of your rationale. While this relationship was going to require a lot of work, more work than was ever required of you in the past, it wasn't something that was impossible to do. If this was worth saving then you both would have to make sacrifices in order to make it work. But the tremendous weight of it all was baring heavy on your shoulders. You huffed, and turned away from Austin as you padded on your barefeet towards the door. "God, this is just too much for me." You spoke aloud to yourself.

Austin's nerves shot right back up to 100 as he saw you schlep away. "Where are you going?" He asked, his eyes bulging from his sockets.

"I don't know, somewhere. I just need to think about all of this." You said idly, not wanting to expose your soft innermost core that was screaming to be loved by him.

Austin was fast on his heels. And he was much taller than you, so he had the advantage of making a beeline towards the front door with his long legs. He blocked your way out before your hand had the ability to reach out and grab the handle. "Hey, don't you dare walk out on us. Don't go hiding away because you're scared. You talk to me. I'll be damned if we don't get to the bottom of this right now." He spoke in a demanding tone.

You stood as tall as you could, not backing down for one second. "Scared? You got some nerve telling me that I'm scared." You snapped back, but your voice faltered as your heart pounded hard in your chest.

"Why else would you run away from this conversation if you weren't scared, huh? Is this what you're gonna do when things get tough? You walk out on me? There isn't a goddamn chance in hell I'm allowing you to be so foolish like that." He said, raising his voice to match yours. The annoyance dripped from his vocal chords like molasses.

You were starting to see red. He stopped you from leaving the house and now he was calling you out on your bluff. Your ego was now entirely speaking on your account. "You can be a real arrogant son of a bitch, you know that?" You said, practically spitting out the harsh words.

He somehow loomed even larger over you as he took one step towards you, slightly closing the gap between your bodies. The heat was rolling off of him in droves, and he could feel your resentment all the same. It was game, set, match. "And I'm pretty sure you're the most stubborn woman I've ever met in my life." He said, laying it on thick.

His words left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Oh my god! Now I'm stubborn?! I can't believe you right now." You said angrily.

Austin wasn't about to back down. He ventured forward with the ball in his court. "I'm sorry to break it to you, but you knew that this wouldn't be easy. I can see from your perspective that being with me isn't a cake walk, alright? Believe me I get it. But it's equally as frustrating to be with you sometimes. Right now is a prime example." He said, sardonically.

You leaned forward into his personal bubble to assert yourself back into the conversation at hand. You weren't about to let him have the balls to say something like that to you. Not after everything that's happened. "Okay Austin, since you seem to have all perfectly crafted answers, what happens if we do get back together but we breakup again? Did you think about that? One or both of us will end up getting hurt just as badly the second time. I mean, look at us! We're already fighting."

Austin had lost his patience for you so long ago, he wasn't sure how he was managing to somewhat hold it together. His love for you overrides every other need he has. It's not about being right or wrong, it's about speaking honestly from the heart. And that's his forte. "Yeah, that's what every couple does. As much as you're trying to paint me as the villain right now, I didn't write you with this Machiavellian scheme to fuck you and then leave you out to dry once I got my fill. And i'm pretty sure you knew that because if that was the case you'd have already been on the first plane out of here."

You crossed your arms again as you take in what he just said. The guy was right! Why were you fighting so hard against him? You're too far gone in your flight or fight response to rationally come back from this argument at dinner. And you hated that he was pulling back the curtain as you still attempted to shield yourself away from his reach. Maybe you were scared, and maybe you really were stubborn. While he was much bigger than you, you could try to get in the car right now and drive back to Boston, which you knew was a stupid idea. So instead, you thought your best mode of defense was more sass. "And your point?"

Austin held back on the inclination to roll his eyes so far into his noggin. He remained firm. "My point...is that it's never going to be simple when it comes to you and I - unfortunately. But I don't give a fuck about any that because I want to be with you. I want to tirelessly work at this every single day with you. You're the only woman I have ever yearned for, and craved to be with so ardently. And I know that somewhere deep down in your heart you feel the same way. Because why else would you still be here in my company, cooking dinner with me, reading with me, making love to me, and even continuing to fight with me if you didn't want me too. Am I wrong?"

Silence befell the both of you. He looked at you with a fire burning in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. How can you fight back, or have any leg to stand on after what Austin just vehemently raved about? There's no point in backing down or running away. It's impossible. No matter how badly you want to allow yourself to be all consumed with these arduous negative feelings and hide away in Boston, never to see Austin again, you simply can't.

It's as simple and as complicated at you both make it out to be. Of course you each played a role in how things went down since the breakup. Perhaps you were being unfair in putting all the blame onto Austin, and not wanting to look in the mirror at your own causation. And in a lot of ways it was easier to believe this false narrative you were spinning and stay stuck forever. This man standing before you was your everything. You would have given him the life of marriage and children if everything went according to God's perfect plan. But, maybe in some twist of fate it just had to unfold in this way. Everything aligned at the right time. This whole thing didn't start when you got Austin's letter in the mail three days ago. It started on the very first day you two broke up. The magnetism of your electric bond was still pulling you two back together. To think that you fought tooth and nail to deny the intensity of your feelings for him only to fall right back inline with his soul upon minute one on arrival.

As you gaze up at Austin, who's eyes pierce through the thin veil of your never ender list of pathetic excuses, you know there's only one way out of this.

When you don't render him with any form of response, he clicks his tongue in his mouth haughtily. "Hmm. That's what I thought."

Swiftly, and catching you by surprise, Austin bends down and throw you over his shoulder.

"Austin, what are you doing? We have dinner on the stove!" You screech.

"To hell with dinner. There's more important things to tend to." He says firmly.

You feel like a child who's being put in a timeout by her parent as Austin hoists you over his shoulder, gripping onto the backs of your thighs as he shuffles through the kitchen with you in tow. You try desperately to cling onto any part of him that your fingers can reach as you feel unsteady over his broad shoulder, and it's not helping matters that Austin is fast on his feet.

Austin readjusts you higher on his shoulder and releases one of his hands as he expertly turned off the burner on the stove as he makes his way around the island. At least he had the wherewithal to not accidentally burn the house down while he has every intention of setting you straight. His only destination is the bedroom, and he wastes no time in climbing two steps at a time up to the second floor. You feel dizzy as he jostles you around like a ragdoll. But he somehow isn't even breaking a sweat.

Austin manhandling you shouldn't be hot, specially under this circumstance of the fight you just had. But your body betrays your mind as you feel the familiar tingles of arousal spreading over you down below. The door to the bedroom is already open, and he grunts as he leans one of his knees on the bed and throws you down onto the comforter.

You bounce back aggressively as he tosses you onto the bed without a care. And he leaves you with no time to react to your new surroundings as he's on you in a flash. You gasp as the bed sinks beneath you as Austin crawls lowly, stalking you like you're the main course meal, and sinks his plush mouth onto yours. He straddles you, pushing your legs far and wide as he takes up as much space as possible, fully covering your body with his lean frame. He needs to be on every single inch of you, desperate for skin to skin contact.

His mouth isn't tender or graceful, it's all tongue and a clashing of teeth. You can taste the essence of red wine on his lips from earlier in the day, and his woodsy cologne overpowers your senses as he literally eats you alive. He groans heavy in your mouth, and as your tongues work back and forth in a dance for mutually assured control you're overcome by the overwhelming nature of his masculine dominance. You feel yourself little by little succumbing to his touch.

His large hands roughly get a full grope of your ample breasts, clothed by your blue nightie. You moan into the vicious kisses, a smirk plays on the corners of Austin's lips as he knows you're becoming unglued by the second. He has you right where he wants you.

You can hear him growl low in his chest as he takes whatever he wants from you, his tongue plunging in and out of your mouth with a frenzy. His lips work against yours in such a sinful way that you can't help but arch your back off the bed and try to meet his clothed erection pressing into your lower stomach. But he's not about to let you take the reigns. This is his time to shine. No more is the sweet man that read you poetry as the cool Georgia air wafted through your long hair. That man was put to rest. You've awakened something visceral, something animalistic from within him that he never let any other woman see. His unyielding love for you is borderline intoxicating and all consuming. And tonight you'd experience just how intensely he wanted you.

His plush lips pull away from yours with a pop, and you both pant heavily as you gasp for oxygen. But it's not long before Austin is on the attack, licking and sucking down your neck. "You have no idea what you do to me." He moans gruffly against your neck. He's painting you like his own personal canvas with his mouth as he leaves behind large purple bruises in his wake. "I thought I'd lost you forever once before, but seeing you almost walk out of my life for a second time - fuck, I can't handle it."

Your hands rummage through Austin's hair as he trails searing, desperate kisses down your collarbone. All you can do is mewl and writhe underneath him. You're a slave to the attention he's lavishing your body with, even if he is intermingling pleasure with a bit of pain. It did scare you a little bit seeing Austin so overcome with emotion in his plight to keep you here. You aren't sure what this man is capable of in these circumstances. He could snap you in half like a twig or he could fuck you over and over again into orgasmic bliss until you're crying and chanting his name like a sacred prayer. Both options were seemingly on the table and your heart leapt in your chest at the uncertainty of which Austin you're getting right now.

You're not sure if you should say something or take the assault of his frisky hands and mouth, and honestly you can't formulate any words as Austin pulls down the front of your nightie, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Your nipples already harden into pert buds under his intense stare, and he licks his lips hungrily before suckling the left one into his hot mouth.

"Mm, Austin!" You whine. He rolls his tongue around your nipple before he grazes his teeth between the sensitive flesh. You hissed, and your pussy clenched around nothing as your juices stated to flow.

His baby blues peered into your soul as he watched your beautiful features contort with pleasure. Treating you this way was getting him hot under the collar. He let out a soft moan around your breast as he rocked his clothed cock against your stomach, never fully meeting the part of you that desperately wanted his attention. And he knew this. Soon enough he knew the more he worked you up into a tizzy the more insatiable for him you would be. And he played on that to his advantage.

He released your nipple with a wet plop and focused his attention on the right one, still licking and sucking and nibbling with his teeth all the same. This was already driving you insane and he barely touched you. Your hips rose off the bed and was determined to get some delicious friction to your aching pussy on his hardened length, but it was no use, he was off of you as fast as lightening. Your breast jiggled before him as he pulled away from your nipple. Austin's lips were pouty pink and swollen from his barrage of kisses and sucking on your flesh. But he was nowhere near done.

He looked at you like a wild animal in heat, and it turned you on like no other. He was a man on a mission and nothing would get in the way of his perfectly unfolding plan. You knew in your brain that you'd have to just lay there and take whatever he would dole out to you.

He sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth as he roamed his hands down your sides and over your stomach, touching every precious inch of your body he could claim as his under his scorching hands. As Austin sat back on his heels and admired your curves, you could clearly see now just how hard he was for you. He was pitching a large tent under his jeans and you whimpered wantonly as even more of your slick collected into your dripping folds. Austin nearly lost it as he pushed your legs apart even further, exposing your sparkling pussy to him that was already red and throbbing for him.

He groaned hoarsely. "Jesus Christ, woman, you just love to taunt me don't you? Waltzing around my house with no panties on. What a slut you are." His words rattled around in your brain, causing all of the neurons to short circuit. Did he just call me a slut? You don't even have time to quip back at him with a remark, two of his long slender fingers have already pushed past your tight walls, filling you to the brim. Your wetness made it so easy for him to slide through your womanhood without prepping you first.

You let out a strangled moan as he masterfully curls his fingers in a come hither motion against that spongy spot inside you. He knows all of the exact buttons to push and how much pressure to apply to have you spiraling out of control.

He looked love drunk with power in this moment. It barely took him any effort to make you sticky and slippery, just like how he always wants you. His pupils were blown black, no ounce of those genteel angelic blues were present. They were glazed over with lust and control. He looked like a greek god with his golden waves plastered to his forehead with sweat as his hand macerated your pussy. "Were you this aching and wet for me while we were fighting downstairs? Did I get you all hot and bothered, little one? Seeing me fight for what's mine make you wanna drop to your knees and beg me to fuck you?" He said through gritted teeth, jaw clenched, and ragged breaths.

Your whole body rocked back and forth as Austin set a a steady pace with his fingers. Your walls spasmed around his digits, soaking him through to the bone. The sounds of your juices sloshing around his fingers filled the room. Your needy, incessant cries of pleasure were only spurring him on. He didn't need you to reply, you both already knew the answer. A flush rose to your cheeks. You couldn't hide how much you wanted him even in the throws of your argument moments ago. Even as you were ready to march out the door never to see Austin Butler again, your burning desire for him kept you tethered. You could never really walk out on him, you love him so desperately. He knows you well - body, mind, and soul. No matter how angry or irrational you both get with those vile words that are meant to sting only momentarily, you can't kid yourself that this man is your everything. And as he's finger fucking you to the high heavens, looking down at you like you hold the key to his very existence on this planet, you allow yourself to bend to his will. You'll be his good little slut like you both know you are.

Whimpers kept pouring out of your mouth like a running faucet, flooding Austin's senses as he looked down at you, fucked out on his fingers. You couldn't even look him in the eye, a shyness crept over you as you realized how quickly you were willing to throw your ego out the window in this moment. You tucked your face into your shoulder, shrinking away.

"Please, take me however you want. I just need you, Aus. I need all of you." You groaned, embarrassed by your confession and his digits hitting all the right spots inside you.

Hearing those words from you had him nearly coming in his pants. He throbbed hard and proud. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. Seeing you fall apart under his skillful hands had him high sitting on his throne of power in this moment.

He moaned, and pressed his free hand on your lower stomach, adding to the pressure of his fingers inside of you. "Let's go baby. You want everything I got, hm? I knew I could fuck some sense into that pretty head of yours. I'm gonna make you cum so hard you won't even remember your name." He said all this through gritted teeth, the pace in which he's fingering you and the pressure on your lower stomach increased so deliciously. The sounds of your moans and the obscene noises your juicy pussy was making was the obscene soundtrack to this night of debauchery.

That coil in your stomach tightened. Your entire body was shaking, and you both knew you were on the precipice. All it took was a few more masterful hard thrusts of his fingers brushing against your g-spot to make you come undone.

"Holy shit, Austin! I-I'm..." You couldn't even finish warning your man before you clenched tightly around his long digits. A slew of profanities drained from your mouth, and your wetness coated Austin's fingers thickly.

He sat back on his heels with a smug expression on his face, like he knew he could get you there in record time. The pent up sexual frustration you both felt for each other was astronomical. And you'd be a shell of a woman by the end of the night. You knew damn well Austin was gonna make good on his promise to fuck you to the stratosphere. Already you felt like you were taken on the ride of your life. And this was only round one.

"Fucking incredible." Austin bemused as he watched you come back down to earth, still shivering in the aftermath. He pulled his fingers out from your pussy and watched as the slick from within you seeped out from your needy hole. His hand glistened, and he admired how the slick pulled from his fingers.

He usually would suck his fingers clean of your juices, but tonight he was a different man. Instead he brought them to your lips and tried to force his way through your mouth. "Good girls clean up their messes, isn't that right?" He purred.

You've never tasted yourself on his fingers before, you were taken aback by this side of Austin you've never seen. But a part of you is turned on by the fact that you make him this way. So you oblige him. You part your lips and allow him to dip his fingers in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his digits and sucking off the wetness.

His brow furrowed at the sight of you sucking his fingers. "Lick it all up, just like that. Now you know what I taste every time I go down on your heavenly made pussy." He moaned thickly. "Don't miss a single precious morsel, babygirl."

Austin was thoroughly enjoying you vacuuming up your nectar from his fingers. It wasn't a taste sensation you were used to at all, but it was erotic all the same. His fingers plunged just a little too far in your mouth, causing you to gag around his fingertips. His lip twitched into a satisfied grin.

"Mm. Such a good little slut for me." He praised hotly. He removed his fingers from your lips when he thought you cleaned them thoroughly. And without warning he wrapped his hand around your throat, clamping down enough to cause your breath to hitch. Your eyes widened in trepidation, and instinctively your small hand tried to wrap around his wrist to gain leverage.

Austin leaned down, his face tantalizingly close to yours, but not close enough. He let his soft lips ghost yours in a feather like touch, never fully giving you what you want. "Before we go any further I want to set the terms. You say you want me to take you any way that I so desire. Well, let's see if you're true to your word. Because trust in this honey...I will take what's mine and leave you gasping for air. You'll be drowning in my cock, pleading to cum. And if you're a good little girl then rest assured I'll take care of you so good you'll be seeing heaven. That's fair, right?" He asked tauntingly.

A strangled moan escaped your lips and your grip on his wrist tightened. Austin fully intends to drag this out and make you his bitch. And tonight, you are. You nodded your head yes as your answer. But that didn't satisfy him enough.

He hummed lowly in his chest, "Are you sure you wanna catch this smoke, darlin? Once you give yourself over to me there's no going back." His words have a double meaning to them. Clearly indicating the unfolding of events in his bed, but also his intentions with you. Once you allow yourself to fold into his world, blending effortlessly your life with his as his woman then there's no walking out. It's the ultimatum you didn't want to be faced with. But the argument from before is fully out of your mind right now. He was right. You knew going into this what you were getting yourself into. Seeing Austin turned all the way up to eleven with his sexual appetite had you weak in the knees. You knew he would never hurt you, even in this sex crazed modality. You both had some things you needed to release. The catharsis it'll bring to be unified with Austin in this way is knocking on your door. And you open it.

"I said I need all of you. So give it to me." You coax lowly. You knew you were poking the fire, but that was all he needed to turn on you at warp speed.

His grip on your throat released. With a force within him that he never knew he had his hands went for the slit in your nightie still on you, but not for long. With a grunt and a flex of his biceps, the silky fabric ripped and melted off of your body like butter. He made it look so easy, and you gasped at his brazen action. Suddenly now you were fully exposed to him, bare breasts and all for the first time tonight. He allowed his eyes to wander down your supple womanly curves, but not for much longer than a few seconds. With a quick determination he flipped you over onto your stomach in one fluid motion.

His large domineering hands claimed your body. One held onto your hip and the other ran down your back, pushing your upper body into the mattress. "Face down, ass up". He commanded hurriedly. "Stay exactly like this, don't fucking move." And so you stayed there, patiently. You felt the bed shift beneath your knees as Austin rose up and stood by the foot of the bed. With shaky hands he removed his denim shirt and unbuttoned his plants. From where you were situated you also heard the familiar noise of a zipper being tugged down. Being in such a vulnerable position, unsure of what Austin had envisioned for your body was frightening. But you signed up for this, and you were gonna take it.

Austin panted as he chucked his pants and boxer briefs off his long legs and tossed them to the side. You were itching to turn around and see him in all his manly glory, but he didn't give you the chance. He was back on you, the bed shifted again under your weight as he knelt behind you. Austin's hands went to your ass, palming the flesh and kneading you in his hands before delivering a smack that rang loudly in your ears.

You jolted forward and hissed from the sting. "Austin!" You whined. Your hands gripped the sheets already. He had you flustered.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He said sardonically, and he gave you another smack on the other cheek, making you moan. Your ass was red and sore after Austin spanked you good a couple more times, never once stopping to check and see how you were taking the punishment. He could tell by your moans that through the pain you were enjoying the act. And if it wasn't obvious enough, the more he spanked you the wetter they would sound as your slick dripped down your thighs. "God, you're soaking wet for me. Must be ready for this cock, hm?"

"Please..." You whine into the pillow, your ass leans back to try and chase his dick, getting any kind of friction from him. But he puts a halt to that right quick. He's stronger than you, and his hands roam down to the backs of your thighs, gripping them a little too roughly, digging his nails into the soft meaty flesh.

"Easy now, little one. You don't get to decide how I take this pussy. Do I make myself clear?" He asked, delivering a surprising smack to your bare pussy. it wasn't enough to hurt you but the blow was softened by your sticky slick. You groaned at the strange sensation, the sting of his hand reverberated deep within you, causing your clit to throb.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be good I promise." You mewled.

Austin hummed delightfully at your obedience. A cocky brow raised. "That's what I like to hear."

Austin waited a little too long before he took his cock in his hand and pushed his red tip past your opening. You both moaned in ecstasy as he sunk his length fully into you. "Like a glove." Austin moaned.

In no time Austin was slamming his cock into you, your tight walls clenching and fluttering around him as he takes what's his. His pace is unrelenting. He's pistoning in and out of your wetness. And all you can do is take the brutal onslaught. "Oh fuck!" You screamed into the pillow.

He threw his head back and growled, totally overcome by you. "Christ, you're always so goddamn tight for me."

He grips onto your hips as he continues to plunge deeply in and out of you. Your ass bounces right in his face and he loves the view. "Look at you, sweetness. Taking me so well. My cockslut. I know you love this dick." He groaned lowly, his husky voice striking the very core of you.

You gush around him at his vulgar words. In the back of your mind you remind yourself that you're his ever devoted slut, so you play into the role. "No other man could ever fuck me like you do." You moaned lustfully.

You felt Austin's cock throb harshly around your fluttering walls, and he growled at your words. "Fucking right, baby. Your pussy was tailor made just for me. And my cock is the perfect fit. Oh, God-" He moaned loudly, his grip around your hip tightening, surely to leave bruises all over your backside by morning. The way you were milking his cock as he brutally fucked you from behind sent him careening over the edge.

Without warning Austin balls your hair into his fist, yanking your head back from the pillows and you gasp for fresh air. You squeal, feeling as if he's toying with you in every possible way. Austin leans down close to your ear. His grip on your hair tightens with calculated control.

"Tell me how much you want me." He snarled in your ear. Austin snaps his hips harder, his cock bruising your cervix deliciously with every deep plunge through your tight wetness. It's so good your mouth hangs open and you furrow your brows, unable to speak or say anything.

Austin reached around and slaps your ass harshly, bringing you out of your stupor and groaning at his hand sinks into the round of your burning ass cheek. "I wanna hear you say it. Use your words." He ordered through gritted teeth.

A long, drawn out moan slipped past your lips as he rammed your g-spot over and over in the way he knows drives you crazy. You shudder and clamp your pussy around his dick, earning you a moan from Austin. You bite your lip. "Fuck, I just wanna be with you and only you. You fuck this pussy so good. It's all yours. Take what you want from me. Use me, make me full of your cum. Please, Aus." You moaned, begging for him.

"Oh I will, baby. I'm gonna pump you full of my load, good and proper. Ruin you for any other man. Mark you as mine. My girl, my best girl. My one and only. Forever and always." He groaned, he meant every word he said too. It wasn't just in the heat of the moment that made him say these things. Through fucking you to pieces his cup for you was overflowing with the strongest love he's ever known.

His thrusts somehow picked up the pace even faster than you ever thought was possible. But Austin was nowhere near close to being finished with you just yet. Just when he let you get used to the frenzied speed of his cock slamming into you, he plants his right foot out on the bed and takes you deeper and harder. His grip on your hair releases, and your head falls back into the pillows as you practically scream hoarsely at how he was taking you.

Suddenly, you can feel a glob of wetness pool around your folds and drip down your clit and your thighs. Austin had collected a mouthful of saliva in his mouth and spit it out between your conjoined bodies, letting it coat his cock. While you were already soaking wet, this just aided him even more in slipping his engorged cock in your swollen cunt. Austin growled at the sight of his glistening cock disappearing into your pussy and back out with more wetness. The sounds of your fucking sounded like the sauciest pot of macaroni.

You turned your head to the side and let out a slew of needy whimpers. "Austin, can I cum please? I'm so close."

It would be pointless to deprive you of your orgasm now after you made such a show of your devotion, and he for you. As he approaches the finish line with you he will grant you your request.

"Mm, you asked so nicely, little one. Get ready to see those pearly gates. You're going straight to Heaven, my angel." His free hand snakes around your body and toys with your clit that's drenched in his spit.

"Oh fuck, Austin! I'm coming!" With a few masterful swirls of his callused fingertips around your red clit, you scream his name as you unravel underneath him. The tidal wave of your orgasm is crushing, and you shake hard as you struggle to maintain the position your in any longer than necessary. And thankfully he's close.

"Oh God, sweetness, i'm gonna cum in that pretty pussy." He bellows with his head thrown back, savoring the feel of your climax wash over his cock. His hips tremble and his thrusts become sloppy. It only takes a couple of sharp plunges into your cunt before he moans your name. Thick ropes of his white seed paint your walls as he comes undone. All of the frustration built up from before was all coming out in droves in your pussy as your body eagerly drank up every ounce of his cum. He had marked you in various ways that you were his, and this was the final act of his show of devotion.

After some time of letting his cock marinate in your intermixed orgasms he pulls out of you and collapses beside you on the bed on his back. You're both totally spent, you don't even have the strength to roll over. All of your limbs feel like they're on pins and needles, and your ass is on fire after the abuse it endured by Austin's hands.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breaths, he turns over on his side to look at you, your face buried in the pillow, shaking.

"You alright, baby?" He asked concerned in a hushed tone. Normal Austin was back, and he was worried he took things a little too far tonight. A soothing hand went to stoke your back as you came down from your high.

So many emotions flooded to the surface. And you just laid there for a moment to soak it in. You've been such a damn fool. Every single pathetic excuse, while some of the concerns you raised might be valid, holds no water. There was no way you were going back home as the same person before you got on that plane to Georgia. Everything had changed.

Perhaps it was the endorphins causing havoc on your brain, but something you never thought you would say this early on left your mouth before you knew what was happening.

"I love you." You said softly, barely above a whisper. it felt like the most natural thing to say. You weren't gonna be stupid and pretend like you don't love this man. He took you to heights that you weren't even aware that you could venture to. And above all, even through all the fighting and the confusion, the man laying next to you now looking like the most beautiful creature to ever be made by God's hands was your one and only. Austin was your other half, regardless of how hard-headed and difficult you wanted to be.

Austin's brow arched quizzically, and his heart raced. He wasn't sure if he heard you right, but surely he couldn't mistake the sound of your first I love you in years. His eyes were bright as the summer sky and clear like crystals. His hand on your back paused, just resting there stunned.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. Was he hearing things? He had to know. "What did you say?" He asked, he didn't mean for it to come out a little desperate but he was on the verge of having a heart attack.

You heaved one last ragged breath before turning your head out of the pillow and facing him. Your heart leapt out of your chest when you saw him, his flushed red lips were trembling and you could tell he was shaking from nervousness.

It felt like you were saying I love you for the very first time. Never have you felt so vulnerable than in this moment. The expression on his face painted the picture, he was holding on to the hope that you felt the same way for him. Austin had wanted to say it the other day but swallowed down the natural inclination. He was afraid he would lose you all over again. And you nearly walking out on him sent him spiraling down the path of no return. It was unbearable to think of living without you. And you knew after tonight that you clearly felt the same way. As if you even needed any more convincing.

One of your arms sprang back to life, and you reached out your hand to stroke his face, your thumb being prickled by his blonde facial hair. Austin's breath hitched in his throat at your sensual touch. He swears that if he couldn't hold it together that he could probably start crying any second. The anticipation is killing him.

You clear your throat and take a deep breath, looking him square in the eye. "I said, I love you, Austin Butler."

Austin let out a breathy chuckle. He was overjoyed, to put it mildly. And you were giddy all the same. It felt so freeing to finally say those three simple words. He didn't know what to do with himself. He wasn't sure if he should throw you over his shoulder and fuck you against every surface in the house, or break down crying with happiness. Both options sounded good right about now.

"You love me?" He asked honestly, his emotions bubbling to the surface. His big puppy dog eyes broke your heart into a million pieces.

"I do." You said faintly.

Austin leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and gently rubbing his face against your hand. His lips grazed your thumb and placed the smallest of kisses to the pad of your finger. "I fucking love you, Y/N Y/L/N". He was on cloud nine.

You blushed a deep shade of pink and you bit your lower lip, stifling a girlish giggle that wanted to escape. Well, there was definitely no going back now. He was smitten with you and you were the same for him. It felt like two souls coming back together as one, and it felt so right.

A wide, beaming smile spread across his features, and a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before was suddenly shining so brightly behind his baby blues. He slid over to you and gently rolled you over onto your back, being mindful that he went to town on your body and you were still recovering.

Your legs spread for him instinctively and he settled between them. This felt like the most long awaited homecoming. Austin propped his body weight on either side of your head with his forearms. One of his hands smoothed over the flyaway hairs that were out of place. He was over the moon and glowing. And so were you. Your hands went to stroke his svelte waist.

"Goddamn, she loves me." Austin sighed lustfully, mostly to himself in a manner of which he almost couldn't believe.

You giggled even more as he nuzzled his nose against yours in the cutest eskimo kiss. His lips found their way to yours and you melted into his touch. You both moaned into the kiss longingly. The embers of your love grew deeper by the second, and the two of you probably could have gone another couple of rounds. But Austin pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, sighing.

"How's about you and I go clean up in the shower, and then we figure out what to do with dinner?" Austin suggested.

You nodded. "I'm pretty sure what we've already got sitting on the stove isn't good anymore. Should we just get takeout?"

Austin passed you a confused look. "Babe. Be serious. Takeout here? What delivery driver is gonna come down here in the middle of nowhere? I live out in the country for a reason, to get away from people." He laughed.

"Okay you're right, I didn't think about that." You chuckled, blushing adorably.

"Besides I love cooking meals with you. We can think of something else to make." Austin pondered.

"Mmm. I don't know about you, but i'm kinda craving breakfast."

"Oh yes, baby. That sounds delicious." He grinned happily, kissing you once more before pulling you by the hands off of the bed. "Come on now, let's clean this mess up. I gotta make sure my babygirl's pussy is in tip top shape." He threw one of your arms around his neck and he lifted you up in his strong arms, cradling you into the bathroom. You both laugh as he whisks you away.

You spend a healthy amount of time under the hot, steamy shower cleaning each other and giggling like school children. This feels like the beginning of the sweet honeymoon stage all over again, and you never want the feeling to end.

After your shower you towel dry your hair and throw it up in a messy bun. Since your nightie was shredded in two, you have to remedy the situation. You think it's only fair that you go into Austin's closet and pull out one of his favorite clothing items, his grey Velvet Underground hoodie. it was perfectly oversized and comfy on your frame, plus you looked sexy in it so he allowed you to steal it this one time.

Austin threw on some grey sweats and a black thermal. He situated his hair by letting it hang limp along his forehead, letting his waves airdry to messy perfection. The two of you make your way downstairs and throw out what was on the stove, making way for a heartly plate of breakfast for dinner.

Through your cooking the pair of you couldn't stop touching each other and invading one another's personal bubble. It just felt like the most tender of reunions. He was wearing this stunning loved on look every time he passed a glance in your direction. And you were sure you looked positively lovestruck as well, you could feel the flush in your cheeks and the excited emotions rise to the surface just being in his company. It was an amazing feeling to know that you could allow yourself to be happy for once in your life. Boston was cold and uninspiring. And I'm sure that even here in the beautiful countryside that Austin grew restless as well. With the two of you reunited it was like the breakup never even happened. No time was lost. The specifics of how you two would logistically work out was something you didn't even think about. That was for another time.

While you were eating your meal of scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and bacon galore you dragged your chair over to Austin's spot across the large dining table, closing the distance for good. And he smiled contently. His hand made permanent residence on your bare thigh, stroking lazy circles on your flesh as you ate to your hearts content.

The two of you would eventually clean up the kitchen and settle on listening to some music in the living room. Record after record of lovey-dovey old-timey songs from years past was spinning on the needle, and the two of you reveled in each others embrace as Austin pulled you in for a slow dance that seemed to never stop - only when necessary to change sides of the record and put on a new one. Your head was nestled on his chest, one of your hands wrapped around his back and your other hand clasped gently with his. Austin lovingly held onto your waist, pulling your frame into his. You two danced for what felt like hours, occasionally murmuring i love you's and delicate kisses passed from his lips to yours. Your hearts fluttered. It was perfection.

The following day you woke up in Austin's arms in bed, naked as per usual. After last night's makeup sex, Austin took his time in properly lavishing your body as he made love to you like a woman deserves to be. And you too gave to him what any man craves from his woman who loves him so passionately.

It wasn't easy to leave his bed on this fateful morning, you wanted to stay there forever. Today was the last day of your trip. And you felt forlorn. It was as if your heartstrings were ripping apart thinking about going back to the chilly Boston city, miles away from your beloved.

You had a booked flight out of Atlanta for 1pm, it was the only one they had available on short notice, so you took it. You had to be back to work and your mundane boring life on the east coast. You took an extra long time to get your clothes on and your things packed. And Austin hung around you like a lost puppy dog. Every chance he got, he'd reach out to touch you in simple ways, like catching the fabric of your skirt between his fingers as you walked by him in the hallway. Or his arm would brush up against yours on purpose. He didn't want you to leave either. Austin made you one last delicious breakfast of your favorite things that he knew you loved. It was bittersweet to sit at the table beside him knowing you'd have to go. The two of you just sat in silence as the noises of your chewing mouths filled the room.

Unfortunately, the time was nearing for your departure. With your suitcase in tow Austin walks you out onto the porch. He leans against the doorframe like he did the first time you saw him only 3 days ago. With a lump in your throat, you place your bag down on the ground and wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. You commit to memory every little detail about him - what he smelled like, what his facial hair felt like against your face, and the warmth of his arms as he held you to his warm body. And he jotted down things in his mind as well about you. He clung onto your waist tightly, cherishing this moment before the sweet sorrow of his girl gone and out of his embrace became too real to bare.

You pulled back a little and looked him over from head to toe. One thing you wanted to remember was his handsome face that you know you'll long for every day. His azure eyes were glassy, and one solitary tear spilled from the red rims. You pouted seeing him get emotional, and held his face in your hands. Your thumb brushed away the fallen salty tear.

"Never forget that I love you, Austin." You say softly with tears in your eyes too.

He sighed. "Oh believe me, I won't. I'll be thinking about these last few days spent with you here until I can hold you again." His hands cupped your face as he brought you in for one last passionate kiss that was overflowing with love, vulnerability, hope, desperation, all of it. You both wanted this to last, and you relished in the sensation of his plush velvet mouth on yours.

After sometime you both reluctantly pull away, panting. You let a tear run down your face, unable to keep it together anymore. Austin kissed your forehead delicately, wiping them away. "I love you to the moon and back."

You nodded and smiled, sniffling your tears away and swallowing your sadness. Your let your hands linger on his chest as you ran them slowly up to his shoulders and down both arms before tangling your fingers with his.

You pulled him away from the door and with one hand you grabbed your bag. While still holding hands with Austin with the other, he walks you over to your car parked on the side of the house. He helps you by taking your bag and placing it in the trunk before he opens the drivers side door and ushers you in with his hand, helping you into the vehicle.

You close the door and roll the window down so you can kiss him one final time. The lingering taste of orange juice from breakfast and the saltiness of both your tears is oddly comforting. You breathe in him, and he makes sure to let your floral perfume walk around in his mind for as long as he can. With a wet pop he releases your rosy lips. A warm smile spread across his face as he looked you over once more.

"I'll be seeing you." Austin spoke assuredly.

You smiled too, and nodded. "Yeah." You put the key in the ignition and turn, starting the engine. You put the gear shifter in drive and before you put your foot on the gas you blew him one last kiss.

Austin watched as you drove off with a heavy heart. He brought the pads of his fingers to his lips and blew you a farewell kiss back as you looked into the rearview mirror on your way out to get one more glance at your man. He placed his hand over his aching chest, missing you already and you weren't even gone.

This was not the end though, not even far from it.

You've only just begun.

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