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Ugh, I loved it from the beginning, not so much in the end. Let me know your opinions about this! Also, I struggled a lot with using past and present tense, English is not my first language, so I think there is lot of mistakes, feel free to let me know about them!

Summary: reader struggles with rumors about Noah dating their tour support, that leads to heated conversation with open ending and some hurtful words

Noah Sebastian x female reader

THIS STORY IS FICTION

Do you believe in love at the first sight? No? Me neither. But it’s the closest thing to describe my relationship with Noah.

We met at my friend’s James birthday party. I was newly moved to the states. I initially moved here for a year because of my work internship and James was the first person I became friends with at work. Somehow, he was connected to Matt, who was also invited to the birthday party, and he brought the guys along. “The more the merrier.” His words, not mine.

I heard about them, I listened to their music, but I didn’t want to let my inner fangirl out of me, so I kept it cool the whole night, even forgetting that they were also there.

I can’t say I am not a party person, I am, just my social battery lasts around two hours, then I need to recharge myself. So after wishing James happy birthday, talking to some of our coworkers, dancing and drinking, it was time to slip outside to take some time off.

Sitting on a garden sofa with wine glass in my hand, with my eyes closed, I heard the glass door slide wide open, the noises from inside entering my ears for a minute, second slide of the door cutting them off.

Out of curiosity I opened my eyes and saw tall person in the dark, just standing and looking around. After minute, the person started walking towards me. As I was sitting in the dark, I guessed I wasn’t seen by the person.

“Already taken.” I spared that poor person a scare.

“Oh, sorry, I’m gonna go back then.” I heard slight disappointment in that voice, and after thinking that person was feeling just like me, I spoke again.

“That’s okay, it’s big enough, you can sit here with me.”

“I don’ want to bother you, seems like you’re enjoying whatever you’re doing here.”

“I’m enjoying the silence, that’s what I’m doing here.”

“Interesting, that’s exactly what I came to do here.” I laughed a little, surprisingly not so mad about someone interrupting me anymore.

“Come enjoy the silence then.”

I realized it was him the second he came out of the shade, as the light of the moon covered his face.

“Oh hi.” I tried not to sound too obvious.

“Hi.” With that he sat down next to me.

And that was the beginning of a very long night. Lots of talking. We talked about everything, the conversation flowing like it would never stop.

“So how do you like the states so far?” Noah asked.

“Do you want me to be honest or are you too American and can’t take it?”

“Try me.” He said playfully.

“The food? Terrible, I’m surprised you Americans don’t die at the age of 30. People? I’m so glad for working at company with foreigners, you Americans are weirdos.” He smirked at that answer. “But I’ve been here just for two months so far, so who am I to judge right?”

“Yeah right, who are you, you European woman.” We laughed at that.

He was actually pretty funny, calm and very well spoken. Which, judging by lyrics of his song, wasn’t surprising.

“So how do you know James?” I asked Noah, honestly curious, cause I knew James knew Matt, not the whole band.

“He worked with us on a few shows. On our smaller shows in the beginning, he actually helped us a lot. We didn’t have security or something back then, so it was either no security or security at the venue we were playing. James sometimes grabbed few of his guys and came to the show and helped us with security in general.”

“By his guys you mean our coworkers?” I found that funnier than it probably was, but it seemed funny to me, that he referred to them as James’ guys. Me and James work at a security company. We work “at the top” aka in the office. Hire people, make contracts with venues or artists, schedule shifts etc. We provide security of any kind. We both are on the same position, most of the time in the office from 9 to 5, but he never mentioned he used to go out in the field before.

“Oh so you two are coworkers?”

“Yes! He is actually my favorite coworker and favorite American. For now.” After few glasses of wine and talking to Noah already for an hour, I felt confident in little bit of flirting. If you count that as a flirting.

“For now huh?” at least he seemed to catch on that.

After what felt like forever, Jolly came to get Noah, said that him and the guys are leaving. Noah went with them, we said goodbyes and I thought that was it. Nice tipsy talk, no exchanged numbers, no see you next time.

But exactly three days later I received a message from unknown number, saying “hey it’s Noah, I asked James for your number, I hope that’s ok. We’re having release party for the new album, thought you and James could come if you wanted to :)”

So, me and James went to the party. After few hours I found myself sitting outside again, Noah coming too just a minutes later, saying it was coincidence, but later in our relationship admitted he saw me going out and went after me.

We talked again until James came to get me and said we’re heading home. Same scenario as last time.

And then we had dinner at his place. Dinner at my place. Movie night at his. Movie night at mine. Sleepover at his. Sleepover at mine. Little innocent touches became into lustful and needy ones. Everything went great, we completed each other just perfect.

We didn’t rush into anything, we handled him going on tour just fine.

I also made big decision with extending my job in the states and staying for Noah, not moving back home to Europe. We were perfect, so what changed?

It all went downhill before the guys left for the tour with Bring me the horizon. I always felt bittersweet about them touring in Europe, cause that was my home and it made me feel homesick, almost kinda jealous? And knowing they would then continue with their headlining tour made it even worse.

We made a plan that I would fly to my home country week before their concert there, spend some time with my friends and family, join them for the rest of the tour and go back home with them.

I was handling everything really well through the tour with Bring me the horizon. Loved the content and the opportunity for their band. But everything changed when they released their new song with Lenora. Their support on the tour, female singer from the same label. The song started wave of content with Noah and Lenora. Edits, rumors, theories, because our relationship isn’t public, so everyone thinks they are in one.

I didn’t have any reason to be jealous of her, because I trusted Noah, he knew her longer than me, he would tell me if they had history. It was the edits and rumors and seeing it everywhere. It made me uncomfortable. Everyone saying how cute they are on stage together.

So it all mixed together, Noah being in Europe with different time zone, so we couldn’t talk much, Noah and Lenora content jumping on me everywhere, it was too overwhelming for me.

I didn’t want to take it out on Noah tho, it was not his fault. But something in me changed, some of my insecurities I guess, went out and he noticed.

“What’s going on love?” He asked later today when we were on the phone with worried voice.

“It’s nothing, I just really want to be on the plane already.” I said little white lie, sitting on our bedroom floor packing my things for next days flight.

“Only 9 hours and you’re on the way babe!” he said with excitement in his voice.

“Oh you’re counting?”

“Of course I am! That makes it 7 days and 9 hours before we’re together.” His smiled made me feel a bit better, but I was sure I can’t tell him anything now. He was enjoying the tour so much, it felt wrong worrying him with my feelings now.

“I can’t wait Noah.” I felt like I was gonna burst into emotional mess soon.

“Me too love, me too.” We shared a look through the screen for a minute, before Nick saying they had to go on stage in a few minutes. We said our goodbyes and I love yous and hang up.

I closed my eyes for a minute, just focusing on my breathing and trying not to cry. I couldn’t explain what was going on in my head even if you held gun against my temple.

Long story short my week with friends was amazing. I felt more relaxed, until I saw Noah’s contact on my phone.

Everyday I felt my mood change a bit and my body stiffen more, when he texted or called me. And he noticed. Last few days it projected to the way we spoke to each other. It was cold? Just simple “Hi, the show was great, can’t wait to see you, love you.” conversation for literally two minutes.

Through the week I also couldn’t miss the new content about Noah and Lenora and that made me less and less excited for my hometowns show and for seeing it live. They were going to the next city later the next day after my hometown, so we decided to stay the night at a hotel, which I saw as great opportunity to talk about this tension, that was created by the lack of communication and through phone screen.

I went to the venue earlier to meet the guys there, then I would be coming back in the evening with my friends.

Entering the venue was weird. I wasn’t this nervous meeting Noah for our first date, so that was a weird sign for me. Security guys led me to the green room, so there I was. Standing behind the door, holding my breath in and not wanting to go inside.

It took me few more minutes to calm myself down, but I opened the door.

First person I locked eyes with was Folio. You can’t be sad seeing him excited and happy that he can hug you. Folio is the one I’m closest with from the band, so the hug really gave me a bit of courage that I needed. Then I was met with Jolly’s big hug, then Nick.

Last but not least, right, was Noah. We stood just looking at each other for a minute, neither of us making the first move.

“Hi.” I said first.

“Hi.” was Noah’s reply. I spoke first, he acted first. He grabbed my face by my cheeks and kissed me. Just a peck, as if he was asking for permission. So I kissed him back. The kiss was so tense, nothing like before.

“I think we should talk.” He whispered, keeping this conversation just between the two of us.

“Yeah we should. Can we do that after the show?” I really didn’t want to make tonight’s show bad for me, him or anyone else. He was enjoying this tour so much, I couldn’t be the one taking the joy from him.

“Okay. You’ll leave from here with us right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, meet us here after the show okay?”

“Yes.”

And that was it. I stayed for an hour, but we didn’t talk more then the short conversation. When they left for soundcheck, I left to meet my friends for drinks before the show.

Their new collab song with Lenora started playing and I prepared myself mentally for what I’m going to see.

Lenora was dressed in tight navy jumpsuit, with her long hair in low sleek bun as she started singing her part. I saw Noah come on the stage, with the mask on his face. For most of the song he sat on the led display, but then he came down and I saw them interact in real life for the first time. It didn’t make me jealous, it made me think of how many new videos I’m gonna see the next morning. Their little handshake. Cute, right? Gonna be on my for you page too. The song is great, she is great singer, I don’t have anything against her, I just can’t help the pressure from fans. I knew what I was getting myself into when we became a couple. But you can’t prepare for some things until you live them through.

I enjoyed the show, I love their music and it was really lovely to see Noah performing live after long time, seeing him in his element enjoying himself. We locked our eyes few times, seemed like he was checking in on me, because he doesn’t like me watching their shows from the crowd, saying he’s scared some is going to hurt me. We shared looks, smiles through the entire show. For a moment I forgot what was waiting for us once we make it to our hotel room.

After saying goodbyes to my friends I made my way to the green room. I walked in and felt the good mood coming from everyone in that room.

“Hey Y/N! Did you like the show?” Jolly gave me a side hug after I closed the door.

“I loved it! And the fans did too, wasn’t the crowd amazing?”

“It really was, hometown making you proud huh?”

“Oh definitely, I was scared you’re not gonna come back here if they fucked anything up.” I continued conversation with Jolly for a bit longer, feeling Noah’s gaze on me the whole time. He looked sad that I was talking with a smile on my face to literally anyone other than him. That went on for like an hour, then he finally spoke to me.

“I’m done with this. Let’s leave and short whatever shit is going on out.” Was what he said to me.

“Hey everyone, we’re leaving. We haven’t seen each other for a bit and I’m really tired. So goodnight everyone, thanks for tonight, good job.” Was what he said to others.

Ride to the hotel was silent. Neither of us spoke a word. He already had key cards to our room, so we went straight to the elevator, then straight to room number 497.

Noah opened the doors and let us in. I started opening my suitcase to get something to sleep in, I was in need of shower.

“Can we talk now, please?” Noah finally broke the silence in the room.

“I would like to get shower first. I need a minute to process everything in my head and what I want to say.”

“Oh, okay.” I felt bad, because he looked like he was tired from the show and from whatever was going on between us, like he needed this pressure off his shoulders, but I needed to think what I was actually going to tell him, because suddenly I felt like I was making big problem over nothing.

Hot shower helped relaxing my body, but my mind was still tense. Do I make this bigger than it needs to be? Is he going to laugh at me, my feelings? Is he going to break up with me?

So many thoughts at once. That gave me courage to get out of the shower and get this over with. Release the pressure off bot of our shoulders.

I slowly opened the door that were connected to our bedroom.

Noah was sitting in bed, his back against wall behind him and his phone in one hand. I carefully walked around the bed, sitting on my half of the bed in the same position Noah was. He put the phone down at my presence, but looked straight ahead of him. I did the same. We stared at the wall infront of us for a moment, neither of us wanting to start the conversation.

I never experienced this tension and atmosphere between the two of us. This was new and we didn’t know how to handle it. Neither one wanted to start a fight, things just needed to get cleared.

“I want to say something, but I don’t really know what. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know if I did something. I’m really confused now. It seems like everything changed overnight.” Noah was the one to speak first.

“You did nothing wrong, Noah. I don’t know where to start I am so confused with my mind right now.” I felt tears forming in my eyes already, as very sensitive person, I cry every time I have to deal with something. And honestly this was making me so sad I was surprised I didn’t cry much sooner. But I needed to get it off my chest, so I continued.

“It’s just after you left for the tour to Europe, I started feeling really weird, jealous I guess? This is my home and it felt weird, you being here without me. I love that you are enjoying it and loving it here, but it made me miserable. Made me feel homesick, because I realized that except you and the boys, I have like two friends in the states. So, I just felt like everything I was missing was here at the other end of the world than I was. And honestly, I felt like shit.” Before continuing my monologue I turned to face Noah, see if he was listening to me, watch out for his reactions. He turned to face me too, he had look of worry and empathy in his eyes. He made me feel heard.

“And then Concrete forever started and suddenly there was Lenora with you. I know what you are going to say, but let me finish first please. I know we talked about her and I told you that I feel fine about her and you don’t have to ask me for permission to work with someone. And that is still true, but I can’t stand the rumors about you two. I want to keep our relationship a secret from the public, but I really wanted fans to know that you are dating me, not her in that moment. I can’t stand those tweets and videos on my page, with theories about you, how you look cute together and other shit. That hurts me Noah.” At this point I was crying, letting it all out.

His face got worried, he tried to hold my hand, but I started feeling tight knot in my chest and I needed to do something rather than sitting in this bed. I stood up and started walking from one wall to the other. It was also the first time I let Noah speak since the start of conversation.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could talk about it and come up with solutions that would be okay for both of us.” Of course, I was expecting question why didn’t I tell him sooner.

“Because it’s not your fault Noah, or Lenora’s. You do your handshake; you sing together and that’s fine with me. I don’t blame you two. You two are not the ones that make content of that. I trust you 100% and I didn’t want to make you feel like I don’t. I thought I should deal with that on my own.”

“Well we are in a relationship, both of us, it’s never just you. You can tell me anything and I will listen, okay? We can always make a statement or perform differently if that’s what’s gonna help you. I don’t mind that at all.” At this point Noah was standing in front of me, trying to catch my hands in his to make me stop panic. After he managed to catch my hands, he pulled me in for a hug. I realized I needed that. Physical touch, just feel his body. Our chests rising at the same time as he took deep breaths with me and held my head against his chest.

“No you don’t get it Noah.” I pulled away, ready to let all my thoughts out.

“I don’t know what is going on, I never felt this way when you went on tour in the US. I just- it makes me think if moving to the US was good idea. I love you Noah, I do, but you are the only thing keeping me there and when you’re not there, I go crazy.”

“Let’s not make any sudden decision right? Cause you’re making me scared right now of what’s going to happen. Your feelings are valid and I get it, but I’m gonna be back home in a week and then we can find solution together. You can come with us on the next European tour.” As if that was solution to everything.

“It’s not just that and you know it. I don’t even know what solution I want, I’m a mess Noah and I don’t even know what to say, how to explain my feelings.” I started sobbing so hard. I hated this feeling. Feeling of being so distant with myself, not understanding what I feel.

“Oh baby, let me help you. Let me in so we can do this together.” I knew he was asking for me to stop pulling away from his touch, because that’s what I did for most of the conversation.

“It’s hard for me Noah, I’m used to dealing with everything by myself I don’t know how to do this. Maybe I wasn’t ready for a relationship yet? Maybe we should have waited before making it this serious.” I saw the hurt on his face, he was scared of what I’m gonna say next, but there was nothing, just silence.

“I think every relationship has its ups and downs and that break up isn’t solution, if that’s what you mean.” He was being very patient with me, but I saw him losing it a bit.

He was tired, physically tired and I wasn’t helping with this emotional mess. After a moment of him waiting for my answer that never came, he continued. "I hear you, I want to help you, but I don’t really know what you want from me now. We can’t stop going on tours in Europe, you say you don’t want to go with us. What’s gonna happen if next time another female singer is coming along? The rumors won’t just stop, until we make it public. You know I hate that idea just as much as you do, but I’m willing to do that if that helps you.”

He spoke for a few minutes so I calmed myself down a bit, focusing on my breathing, but before I could say something, Noah spoke again.

“And I don’t want to hold you against your will in the states. If you don’t like it there, you can move back here and we can do long distance, but apparently that’s not what you want either.” Guess he just had enough and decided to choose harsh words.

“Yeah well maybe you could be more understanding, that I moved there to be with you, because I love you. I love you, not the country. I would move for you anywhere.” I spoke words of love, but my tone was just as harsh as his. I know repeating the whole night that I don’t know what I’m feeling or what I want is frustrating but attacking me for my feelings for sure doesn’t help.

“Didn’t you say you needed to escape this country? From your broken family and ex? Don’t put this on me, you could have said no to moving.” Ouch, I didn’t expect that.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say now, you know why I took the internship. We talked about that. Don’t make up something that’s not true.” My voice was quieter now, because he stabbed in a wound that he knew hurt me a lot.

I took the internship 3 months after me and my ex-boyfriend decided to end our relationship after 5 years. It wasn’t ugly break up, we grew out of each other and wanted to experience some new things, meet new people. I didn’t leave the country because I was broken hearted, but because I felt like I finally had space to try new things. I chose united states, simply because it was the only open spot that did require only English, not other languages I can’t speak. It’s that simple.

“Something that’s not true? So you didn’t run away from you mother who thinks you’re not good enough and caused you mental problems and from dad that doesn’t give a fuck about you?” ouch again. I didn’t recognize this side of Noah.

“Noah I-“ I scoffed with a deep breath, “why are you bringing this into conversation that is about something else? My family has nothing to do with how I feel about us. And for your information I told you all about that because I thought I could trust you, not for you to have something to throw at me in a fight for fucks sake!”

I let my hand slip through my hair, turning my back to him, because I didn’t want him to see that he made me cry again. But he didn’t stop.

“Well your upbringing has so much to do with how you handle your relationships so I think we should talk about that.”

“You know what I think I should change room with Nick or get new one just for myself. I wanted to have conversation about what was happening to us, but I believe you’re just tired and didn’t mean anything you just said. So I’m gonna pack my things now, leave this room and I’m gonna see what plane tickets I can find for myself for tomorrow. Seems like we both need more time to think about what’s going to happen with our relationship, how we treat each other, because I know damn well I don’t deserve you talking to me like this when I have been nothing but respectful to you.”

“Running from another problem, aren’t we?” He laughed, making reference to me moving to the states.

“Shut up Noah, shut up. Get some sleep and think about what I told you in the beginning. Think about what you want from this relationship, because we’re gonna have another conversation when you come home.”

I didn’t listen if he said anything else, I went to the bathroom to pack my things. When I came back to the bedroom, he was sitting on bed, facing the big window and his back was facing me. I made sure everything was in my luggage, I left my key card on the bed and went for the door.

“Goodbye Noah, I love you.” No reaction from him. My heart ached so much.

I got myself new room, paid for plane tickets for tomorrow evening and tried to get some sleep.

Actually, I cried myself to sleep, thinking of what was going to happen with our relationship once Noah comes back from tour. I didn’t recognize him tonight, he was like a whole different person than I knew before tonight. I was hoping for an explanation, for a valid reason he acted the way he did tonight, still hoping it was just his tired mind talking. Or maybe his frustration from the lack of my communication skills.

I was almost asleep when my phone buzzed with a new message.

I managed to read it before fully falling asleep.

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

#bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian band #noah sebastian x reader #jolly karlsson #nick folio #nick ruffilo #bad omens band #bad omens cult

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Okay but imagine being Liam’s wife and he forgets his lunch so you take it to him at the university, and his students (who have seen how soft Liam gets when he talks about his wife) are gushing over you and asking you a bunch of questions about their professor, how the two of you got into a relationship and all that

Meanwhile he’s just flustered and blushing in the corner

AND THAN AFTER YOU LEAVE THEY START TALKING TO HIM ABOUT HOW NICE AND PRETTY YOU ARE

🎀.

A/N: IM CRYING BC I WROTE A ONESHOT FOR THIS BUT IT DIDN SAVE 😭 ANYWAYS I REWROTE IT BASICALLY THE SAME SO TAKE THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN, MY DEAR LIAM SIMPS

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshots

Genre: fluff

Prompt: ^^

Warnings: uhhh implied nsfw at the end ig? Reader is a noblewoman, reader is female, reader is William’s wife/ established relationship. NOT PROOFREAD kinda short too 😞

A knock came from the other side of the door to the lecture hall. Classes had already started so you were hoping and praying that this was the right room, as you would’ve felt so embarrassed otherwise.

A familiar voice calls out to you, causing you to smile.

“Come in.”

You slowly open the door, trying not draw too much attention to yourself, which fails terribly the moment you’re visibly in the classroom.

You play with the cloth wrapped around the lunchbox in your hand, which your husband, who was now teaching his class some complex equation, had forgotten that morning in a rush to get to work. (“Five more minutes” he said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck when you told him to wake up. Those five minutes became half an hour and yet your tired husband didn’t even regret it)

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor-“ you apologise as your husband’s face shifts into a soft smile.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said softly but discreetly as he approached your figure by the door. He took the lunchbox in your hands and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek right before you walked back to the door, ready to leave as the handle squeaked.

“Oh look! It’s the professor’s wife..!” One student called out to you

As you began to turn to leave, another one of William's students spoke up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Moriarty," he said, waving his arm about as you failed to notice the growing blush on your husband’s face"but we've all been curious about our professor's personal life. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head. The students leaned forward in their seats, eager to hear you talk about the usually strict professor.

They asked about how you met, how long you'd been married, and what it was like being married to the mathematics professor. They all seemed fascinated by William's usually strict demeanour turning soft whenever he mentioned you in the past and now they were faced with you, they understood why.

William was sat in the corner of the room, clearly flustered by the attention, which was rather amusing even if you didn’t admit it aloud. He kept his head down, hiding his pink cheeks whilst you answered his students happily.

As you finished answering the questions and prepared to leave, the students all thanked you for your time. The moment the door shut, William lifted his head to continue the lesson, coughing slightly to regain his composure. The young men in the room talked of how beautiful and kind you were to them, while the professor desperately tried to change the subject.

Not that he didn’t agree, of course, because he certainly did, but because he knew if the topic of conversation had stayed on his lovely wife, he wouldn’t be able to resist singing your praises or getting incredibly flustered and lovesick as he thought of you.

When he arrived home after work, he showed this great affection in the best possible way (iykwim🤭😏), secretly hoping you’d come by his classroom more often.

#moriarty the patriot #—a’s anons 💄#william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader #william james moriarty x reader #yuumori #mtp x you

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fictitiousfoodie · 7 months

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Nicks Naughty Night

You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.

TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).

Word Count: 2475

You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.

Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.

The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.

"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.

"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.

Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."

"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.

"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.

"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.

Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.

"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.

"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."

"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."

You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.

"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.

The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.

Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you. "God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.

While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.

"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."

"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."

"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.

You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.

"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"

You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.

" No, princess, use your words." "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Good girl, now go."

And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.

You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.

"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."

"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"

"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.

"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.

Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.

"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."

"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."

That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.

"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.

"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."

Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.

"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."

Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.

Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"

"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.

"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.

"Fuck handsome just like that. "

"Shit princess, you are so sexy."

"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."

"You are taking my cock so well."

"I'm yours, baby; use me."

Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."

"You like when I tell you you're mine."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.

"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.

"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."

With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.

"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.

The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.

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A Bitter Craving

「 Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 」

Tags: smut, angst, slight hurt & comfort, unreliable narration, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation, praise, mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 6252

Summary: Wanda has been behaving strangely for a while. In spite of her maintained routine, you miss the affection she once gave you, and you do everything in your power to make up for an undisclosed mistake.

Part Two of 'Love and Loathing' | Series Masterlist

Blankets cocooned you, your stuffies were on one side of your bed with your favourite one tucked under your arm and your head laid comfortably on a soft pillow.

Wanda pulled your blankets up to your chin and kissed your forehead.

“Sweet dreams,” she whispered, stroking your hair once then heading to the door.

You rolled onto your side and said quickly before she left, “Mama.”

“Yes, my angel?”

“Can you read me a story?”

In spite of your request, Wanda raised her fingers to the light switch as if she had already made up her mind before you finished speaking. “No, darling, I’m sorry. Mommy’s tired,” she answered.

You nodded in understanding and snuggled back down into your blankets.

Wanda smiled softly in appreciation and turned off the bedroom light. She blew you a kiss before she closed the door.

The little dim bunny-shaped lamp on your nightstand lulled you to sleep when mommy’s soft voice could not. But all it did tonight was keep you up as you stared at it while thinking over the past two weeks.

Your spanking felt as if it happened ages ago, and all your little mind could reflect on was how oddly Wanda had been behaving ever since then. She hadn’t once neglected to make your meals and kiss you goodnight, but she also hadn’t read you a single bedtime story since your punishment, nor has she played with your dolls or had a movie night with you.

Overtime, you’ve become slightly more unnerved with every passing day that Wanda didn’t drown your face with kisses and spend hours dressing you up.

Most notably, you hadn’t slept in the same bed as Wanda for the past two weeks.

Initially, you had your own room separate from hers when you first moved in because of how big the change was and Wanda wanted to respect your space. Now, sleeping alone in your room was reserved for punishments and mere day-to-day preference in the case that you wanted time alone, but you knew mommy wasn’t angry with you because of how kind she was, and you knew that you would’ve much preferred to cuddle in her arms as you fell asleep than to be without her.

The sleeping arrangements of the last two weeks were an unspoken agreement though neither of you had brought it up and you certainly hadn’t ever agreed to it, which only further proved to you that there was something strange going on with mama.

You turned onto your other side and forced yourself to stop staring at your nightlight. You pulled your favourite stuffie to your chest and vowed to try and make Wanda feel better tomorrow lest you live through an indefinite amount of time without the affection you found yourself needing terribly.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of cooking eggs.

You practically leaped out of bed, eager to have Wanda’s time and attention as you once did, but firstly brushed your hair because mommy liked to see her little girl all done up just for her, and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

She was standing in front of the counter by the stove and you could hear eggs crackling in their pans.

“Morning, mama,” you greeted happily, standing by the table with your hands behind your back.

Wanda turned and she smiled. Her hair was pulled back loosely with a jade claw clip you gifted her when you first began dating. She was free of makeup but it was clear that she had already gotten ready for the day, her skin supple and glowing as a result of her morning routine. She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Mommy looked so pretty.

“Good morning, baby,” she answered then became occupied with her work on the kitchen counter again.

You ducked your head under Wanda’s arm and jutted yourself up to tuck yourself against her body. She squeezed her arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head, which made you giggle and cuddle into her chest. You turned around in her hold to the counter behind you to see Wanda putting together two yogurt parfaits with oats and various fruits, some cut up on a cutting board to the right.

“Finish this for me, my love,” she instructed then laid the two blueberries in her fingers down to move to the stove where she lifted a perfectly pan-fried egg and a few strips of bacon onto each of two small plates on the counter.

She placed the plates on the table while you sprinkled on a layer of oats and several blueberries and cut up fruit onto the yogurt.

Wanda put the rest of the unused fruit into a bowl and placed it between your plates, then took the yogurt parfaits and set it down on the table too.

You sat beside her at the table, looking over to her expectantly though you weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting. She caught you staring at her and wrapped a hand around the side of your head. She kissed your forehead and smiled down at you.

A few short conversations ensued with you desperately trying to start a longer exchange with her as the two of you always had. But Wanda didn’t seem to be all that invested in the things you brought up.

Moreover, she didn’t offer to feed you nor did she even pick up your fork to try, and much like your present sleeping arrangements, you didn’t dare ask if she didn’t offer. It didn’t stem from pride but rather a fear of pushing things too far with her, making things more tense than they already were.

Suddenly, without putting even a second’s worth of thought into your next words, you blurted out, “Are you mad?”

Wanda, who had a spoon of yogurt and fruit in her mouth, looked at you inquisitively. She eyed you for a moment before swallowing and scooping up a strawberry slice. “Why do you ask that?” she inquired, looking down at her plate then back over to you.

“Because you’re being mean to me,” you muttered quietly, petulantly.

“It is not mean to make you breakfast, Y/N.”

You raised your head from your plate, a spoon half-covered in yogurt clenched in one hand, and exclaimed, “No, but it’s mean to never kiss me or read me bedtime stories or play dolls with me!”

For the most part, Wanda’s expression was still and unmoving as she scrutinised you. Then she exhaled through her nose and spooned the blueberry into her mouth.

“I’m unsure what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” she answered, eyebrows raised in slightly irritated indifference.

You bursted up from your seat, fists at your side as you regarded her with what felt like childish anger. “No, you’re not!” you objected, your voice raised. “You’re being mean! Maybe I should run away and see if you’ll care about me then!”

A mix of humiliation and distress came over you with incomprehensible weight as you stormed out of the kitchen and up the staircase to your room; you had intended to stay composed and level-headed to ease things back to normal and most importantly, you hadn’t even known how upset you really were.

Were you really so much of a fool that you had no consciousness of even your own feelings?

How were you to ever know how Wanda felt?

You slammed your bedroom door and buried yourself back in your blankets, pulling them up over your head and vowing not to come out of your room until tomorrow morning.

The door opened and you heard Wanda step in and you buried your face further into your blankets. She closed the door behind her gently and sat on your bed.

“That is no way to speak to me,” she said.

When you didn’t respond, she lifted a hand to the blanket that was pulled over your head. She attempted to tug it down and expose your face but you tightened your grip on it.

Despite your persistence, Wanda continued, “Apologise for the tone you took with me now, Y/N.”

“No,” you responded, your voice muffled under your blankets.

“Then you don’t get to come downstairs until you apologise to me,” she chastised and stood up from the bed. She left the room and closed the door without another word, leaving you to ball up in bed and bear the weight of your unspoken words.

Eventually when you had the courage to pull your blankets down and roll out of bed, you walked over to your closet and leaned over to dig through your nightstand for your phone.

You hardly ever used your cellphone for you had realised how little you missed out on when you didn’t have it — those you believed to be your friends hardly ever messaged you and your family only ever did so out of what you believed to be obligation, though even that came every other month or so.

Wanda had suggested you spend your time doing something else that wasn’t being with her, which was the first time that had ever happened. If she wanted to get rid of you, then you knew no better way to atone for whatever mistake you knew she wanted you to atone for.

You’d spend your time alone at the park or at the movies, or doing nothing in particular at the public library — anything to give Wanda the time she needed to herself so you could come back and be welcomed home in her arms.

You were going to be on your own for the first time since you moved in with Wanda.

You tried to remember how she liked to do your hair but found it difficult to navigate after it was cut, so instead you settled for brushing it through and putting a headband on.

Wanda was sitting on the couch with a book in-hand when you came downstairs. She looked up from it, her eyes flitting down your body at your dressed appearance with your tidy hair and pretty outfit. The way her eyes narrowed in scepticism made you believe that she initially imagined you had come down to apologise.

She set her book down in her lap and perched her glasses up from her face and onto the top of her head.

“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, the barely-audible grit in her tone daring you to say yes.

You nodded, your arms still at either side of your body as if to maintain your self-control, to not burst out into childish fits like you had earlier. “Going to the park,” you replied.

No one would have answered you in time even if you did ask to see them. The very thought nearly broke your confident exterior as you felt that pathetic pit forming in your chest again.

A soft outline of her clenching jaw formed along the soft curve of her face as Wanda eyed you silently, a multitude of thoughts running through her mind at every second. She debated what to say next.

“Come here,” she told you simply.

Swallowing, you set your bag down by the front door and walked through the living room. She uncrossed her legs and moved her book to the side when you stood in front of her.

It wasn’t very often that you were able to see her from this upwards angle.

She reached up and unbuttoned your shirt.

“You buttoned unevenly,” she said, her fingers working on buttoning you back up properly.

You swallowed, avoiding eye contact with her as you looked ahead at the kitchen though you could feel her staring up at you.

She set her hands down onto her lap and interrogated, “Is someone going to pick you up?”

Nodding, you answered obediently, “Yes.”

“Who?”

As a result of a nervous instinct, you lied, “Natasha.”

Wanda’s lips parted. “Ah, Natasha,” she acknowledged. “And who else will be going out with you?”

“No one.”

“I was under the impression that you didn’t want to be anywhere but here,” Wanda said and took your hand, guiding you down so you sat in her lap. She leaned up and kissed your cheek. “Here with mommy.”

Your skirt hiked up your thighs when your legs parted to sit in Wanda’s lap and you tried pulling it down, looking away from her as she kissed up to your temple.

“What’s been bothering you, Y/N?” she asked, taking hold of your chin and making you look at her.

You pulled away from her but she wrapped her hand around your jaw instead.

She added sternly, “Tell me the truth, and no excuses like before.”

Something about the way you were sitting on her lap, her arm wrapped around your hips and her free hand making you look straight up at her made you give in.

“Feels like mommy doesn’t want me around anymore,” you muttered.

Normally, Wanda would scold you for mumbling, but this time she just let go of you and brushed your hair behind your ear with her fingers affectionately, not uttering a word of disapproval.

“Why?” she asked quietly.

“Because you never want to spend any time with me.”

You felt Wanda’s fingers tap against your bare hip where your shirt hiked up. Her eyes flickered down your face though you weren’t sure what she was seeking in your disheartened expression of uncertainty.

“Y/N,” she began, “I’m sorry.”

Her words made you look up from your hands that were resting on her lap.

“I should not have punished you that time. I was too rough with you. I knew how sensitive you were and how much your punishment hurt, and I neglected my power over you,” she explained. “I’m sorry.”

The more you heard her apologise, the more you realised how much you had been wanting to hear her say it.

She continued, “I let my fantasies get the better of me.”

“What are you talking about, mama?” you asked timidly, frightened of ruining the intimate moment between the two of you.

Wanda regarded you with a certain hesitancy, a precariousness glistening in her eyes that captivated you in its depths for you’d never seen her so powerless. But the moment was fleeting, as she looked away as suddenly as her apology had come.

“You don’t need to apologise for breakfast,” said Wanda, recasting her focus on you with the discretion you’d always known, “just say you won’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t leave you.”

“Ever,” she corrected.

“I won’t ever leave you.”

She raised a hand to your cheek, softly stroking your cheekbone and smiling at you proudly.

“Why don’t you…” she started reluctantly, “call your friend and tell her you can’t make it today?”

A smile formed on your face, a warm feeling from being on the receiving end of Wanda’s affection once more coming over you.

The sight of her smile made her feel more reassured and Wanda said, “Let’s go to the park together. You don’t need Natasha.”

You shook your head and wrapped your arms around her neck, hugging yourself close to her while she laughed and raised her hands to your upper back, embracing you.

“I wanna be home with mama,” you opposed.

Wanda hugged you and nuzzled her nose against the side of your face, inhaling the scent of your hair while she cradled the back of your head. “Okay, baby,” she said finally. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll change you into something comfortable. How does that sound, hm? You can wear mommy’s clothes if you want.”

You nodded immediately and you felt her smile against your cheek.

She stood from the couch carefully so you eased off her lap. Her arm wrapped around your shoulders as the two of you headed back up the stairs. She peppered kisses against the top of your head until her soft lips reached your forehead.

Wanda looked through her dresser for clothes she imagined you’d like while you stood in front of her full-length mirror.

This was the first time you looked at your hair in this regard — fully dressed to go out, looking how you’d appear for the next while until your hair grew.

Some days you weren’t sure who you were, and as you stared into the mirror watching the rising and falling of your chest and into the reflected eyes of someone changed, though you could not say how she had changed, you felt today was one of those days.

When Wanda’s arms wrapped around you, one around the back of your shoulders and the other around your midriff, you turned in her hold and laid your head on her chest.

Some days you weren’t sure who you were.

But if you were anything, you were Wanda’s.

Always.

Her fingers played with the hair against the back of your neck, twirling it around her fingers as you squeezed your arms around her hips.

“It’ll grow out, my love,” she said suddenly as if reading your mind.

You asked and raised your head from her chest, “You don’t like it, mama?”

“I love it,” she answered. “But I know you don’t.”

“Why do you love it?”

Wanda placed a hand on either one of your cheeks and stepped back so she could angle your body towards the mirror again. The tips of her fingers brushed against the locks of hair that fell against your ears. The pads of her fingers grazed your lobes.

“Because I think you look adorable,” she answered. She stepped behind you, wrists crossed just below your chin and her hands still caressing your face gently. “I love to see my little girl’s face.”

One hand was placed on your shoulder and the other wrapped around your chin, turning your head so she could kiss the bridge of your nose.

“When you had longer hair, I could hardly see your pretty smile because you were so shy about it, angel,” she added.

“I don’t like my hair. Makes me look bad.”

She let go of your chin and placed her free hand on your other shoulder. “I know you don’t like it,” she said, her voice quieter.

“I shouldn't have cut your hair,” she then admitted. “I knew how much you adored it — how long it took you to grow and care for.”

You bristled slightly at her recollection. It did take you a few months to have grown it out to the length it had been.

Wanda squeezed your shoulders. “There are a lot of things I did that evening that I am not proud of. I acted out of instinct, out of temperamental and irrational feelings. I should have known better.”

That momentary hesitant look came over her again. You watched her closely through the mirror at how she looked at your hair, felt the way her fingers brushed the fabric of your sleeve.

Then she looked up at you, your eyes meeting through your reflections. She smiled at you and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“But I really do love your hair, princess,” she said, her smiling growing.

Her head ducked down and her lips met the sensitive skin of your neck. She kissed up to your jaw, your head tipping to the side and allowing her more access to you. “Let me show you how pretty I think you look, baby.”

The words made your cheeks flush with an exhilarated fervour, a chill of anticipation running up your spine.

Her hands fell down to your hips and she pulled you against the arch of her body. She tugged you at a certain angle so your ass ground backwards against her hips.

From the crook of your neck, Wanda watched the way your lips parted shakily at the simple gesture. She smirked and nipped at your skin softly, your gasp still caught in your throat before she reached up swiftly and groped your breast.

She then unbuttoned your shirt, her other hand pushing your skirt down from around your hips. You lifted your arms and allowed her to pull your shirt over your head, eliciting a satisfied hum from Wanda.

Your clothes were forgotten on the floor of her bedroom when she saw you wearing the pair you were wearing — a pink bra decorated with pretty little bunnies on them and underwear that matched.

Reassuring kisses were peppered along your shoulder as she continued to undress you, feeling how you began to squirm at the dawning thought of being completely naked in front of a mirror.

“Shh,” she whispered against your bare skin. “It’s alright, my beautiful girl.”

She unclipped your bra and with the gentle tracings of the tips of her fingers that trail chills across your skin, Wanda pushed its straps from your shoulders and it fell onto the floor, exposing your bare breasts.

A desire to turn and look away from yourself bubbled up within you but Wanda stepped forward, pressing her front flush against your back and preventing you from doing anything but keep your body facing ahead.

Her hands came up and groped both of your breasts, kneading gently as Wanda kissed the side of your head.

“You look so cute,” she said and chuckled when she watched you shy away, looking down at the floor while your cheeks flushed at the compliment. “Look at how pretty your body is. I find myself jealous of you from time to time — so smart and beautiful.”

“Thank you, mommy,” you uttered quietly.

She lowered and whispered against your ear, “Oh, you’re welcome, angel.”

Your lobe was taken between her teeth and Wanda tugged on it teasingly before she rested her chin on your shoulder, watching you intently through her mirror.

Her fingers tugged at your nipples and you felt a sense of vulnerability when they hardened between Wanda’s thumb and index fingers as you realised how familiar her hands were with your body. She knew just how to tug at you, how to flick her fingers over your nipples and tease you just the way she wanted.

With that vulnerability came a sense of belonging, and you lolled your head to the side and rested it against Wanda’s.

One hand travelled down your stomach, fingernails running over your skin and leaving delicate red trails in their wake.

An index finger hooked itself under the band of your underwear and Wanda hummed as if contemplating something.

You squirmed, but this time out of impatience and little to do with your previous bouts of insecurity. “Mama…” you whispered.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Wanda cooed in response, voicing concern for a thirst she knew she could quench if her fingers only inched down a little more, her cool fingertips making contact with your warm, sticky-

“Please, I feel icky,” you confessed. “Need you.”

Wanda angled her head up and kissed the slant of your jaw. “Need me where?”

“Need you touching my adult parts.”

Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth and she corrected, “Nothing about you is ‘adult,’ sweetheart. You’re just a little baby who’s dependent on her mommy. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and willing yourself not to melt onto the bedroom floor out of ticking anticipation. “That’s right. Mommy knows best,” you replied.

Wanda was particularly satisfied by your answer and she mused with an impressed hum before saying, “Mommy does know best.”

Her fingers finally delved past the waistband of your panties, and further down until her wrist was snug between your thighs. The pads of her fingers merely ghosted over your slit and Wanda chuckled when she felt the way you quivered against her body at the slight contact.

When she made contact with the fleshy hood of your clit, your hips bucked upwards and Wanda giggled. She pulled her hand back and away from your pussy. She watched you attempt to grind down against her hand and pinched your nipple to make you cease your movements.

She let go of your breast and placed her fingers against the side of your chin, forcing your head to turn to her. Her head lifted from your shoulder and she kissed you, her tongue slipping past your lips without warning and exploring the inside of your mouth. She forced herself further into your mouth with her tongue, slowly coaxing yours out.

Once your tongue stuck out from under Wanda’s to give her more room, she took your tongue between her teeth. The action made you gasp, but she was quick to shift her advances into something softer when she wrapped her lips around your tongue, sucking softly.

Her hand slipped out from beyond your panties and she turned you around with her hands on your hips while your lips remained attached. She led you backwards and sat you down on her bed.

Wanda lowered herself slowly while her hands found themselves on either side of your waist. Her fingernails pressed into your soft skin greedily. She lowered herself onto her knees and she faced the valley between your breasts. She nipped at the side of one of your breasts, smirking up at you before continuing down, transitioning between her lips and her tongue.

Once she reached the space under your bellybutton you shiver knowing how painfully close she was to your pussy. You watched Wanda as she took the waistband of your panties between her teeth and dragged it down teasingly. The fingers of one hand tucked themselves under the waistband when she released it from her teeth.

She straightened and placed her forehead on your stomach, watching intently as more and more of you was uncovered as she pulled your panties down slowly. Your underwear finally dropped to your feet, and when you expected to be chilled by the cold air of Wanda’s bedroom, your dripping centre was greeted with her warm exhale.

Her hand lifted to travel between your thighs. Two fingers parted your sticky folds slowly. Her head was tipped down slightly, watching with parted lips at how her fingers ran through your soaked cunt.

You writhed against the torturous speed and bucked your hips upwards impatiently.

“Good girls are patient,” she reprimanded, looking up to you through her eyebrows. “If you want to be good for me, you won’t do that again,” she emphasised sternly. At the sight of your obedient nod, she looked down between your thighs again.

She cocked her head forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit. When she pulled away, her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she moaned at the subtle flavour of your pussy. She took her fingers out from between your folds and put them to her tongue.

Eyes were pinned on her intently as her tongue pushed itself between her glistening digits. She visibly became hungry for more as her fingers pushed themselves past her lips. Green eyes darted up to you, making direct eye contact with you as she sucked at her fingers covered in your juices.

Fingers slipped out of her mouth and she pressed a kiss to your upper thigh. “Open up for me, princess,” she instructed.

You obliged immediately, shuffling each leg to opposite sides.

“That’s right,” Wanda praised and kissed your lower stomach. “Perfect.”

She removed one hand from your thighs and pressed the length of her middle and ring finger against your silt. The pads of her fingers slowly parted your folds again. You could hear the stickiness of your cunt when Wanda ran her fingers up the sides of your inner labia.

A shaky exhale escaped you as your thighs trembled. Her two fingers parted as her middle finger moved forward to circle around your clit softly. You shuddered and your lips parted to let out a whimper.

“I love how sensitive you are to me, kitten.”

A thumb pressed against one of your outer pussy lips and pulled back, exposing more of your cunt to Wanda. A kiss was pressed to your opening. “Tell me this is all for me. Tell me how much of a filthy whore you are,” Wanda whispered and looked up to you.

“It’s all for you, mommy,” you answered immediately. “Only for you. I’m mama’s dirty little slut.”

Soothingly, her hand rubbed against your thigh. Before wasting any more time, she leaned forward, burying her nose against the hood of your clit as she ran her tongue through your slit.

You let out a long moan as Wanda’s tongue ran through you languidly. You leaned back, allowing her more access to you.

Appreciation was quickly expressed as she moved further down your cunt. The bridge of her nose rubbed against your clit as she stretched her tongue forward to tease at your opening. The tip of Wanda’s tongue circled your soaked hole. Your hips jolted down and your clit pressed against the bridge of Wanda’s nose, eliciting a squeal from you.

Wanda pulled her head back and kissed your clit. She raised her hand to your cunt, her ring and middle finger drawing gentle circles against your folds. She heard you whimper above her and she looked up at you. Her fingers pushed into you carefully. You were tight, and Wanda used a bit more of her arm’s force to enter you.

She kissed your upper thigh repeatedly until you reached her knuckles. “That’s a good girl. You feel how deep I am?” Wanda asked.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes, mama, feels good,” you slurred pathetically.

Wanda’s fingers arched inside you. A fierce pressure built in your lower stomach. Her thumb raised to rub your clit. It circled around your mound as her other two fingers began moving in and out of you. “Taking me so beautifully, my perfect girl.”

Wanda gradually picked up speed. Her thumb removed itself from your clit and her lips replaced it.

You mewled, grinding down onto Wanda’s mouth. Her teeth peeked out from her upper lip and her teeth grazed your clit softly. A gasp escaped you as her knuckles hit your opening repeatedly. Your juices dripped down her hand, but Wanda’s speed did not let up. Her tongue darted out to smooth itself up the sides of her fingers, lapping at your pussy lips as they spread to wrap around her digits.

The mirror was perched up behind her, allowing you the ability to see yourself perched up on the bed, legs on either of Wanda’s shoulders as she was on her knees for you, her head buried between your thighs.

She began to stretch your hole out, her fingers parting inside you. Her tongue was incredibly nimble. She flattened her tongue against your clit, rubbing against you side to side.

“I want to put my tongue in you,” Wanda panted out. Her fingers slipped out of you and you whined at the sudden hollowness inside you.

Leaning forward, her lips made contact with your glistening mound and she cleaned you up. Her words were slurred when she said, “You taste so good. I could eat you out for hours.”

The way she pressed her nose against your clit made your arms turn to clay and you nearly fell back into the bed. But Wanda had instructed you to look at yourself in the mirror, so you tried your hardest to pay attention to the mirror ahead.

“Blyad. Ty ochen vkusnyy,” she emphasised in Russian against your pussy. A throaty groan came from the woman underneath you.

Wanda’s tongue entered your hole and you clenched around her. Her lips closed around your folds and she moaned out at the taste of you, her eyes fluttering closed. Her fingers pressed into the sides of your ass, pulling you further down onto her mouth. Her tongue pushed further into you and pulled back with no resistance, stretching your hole out repeatedly.

A series of stuttered left you, “Mommy, I feel- I’m going to-”

“You want to come in my mouth, doll? Show me how much you love when I eat you out. Make mommy proud,” Wanda moaned against you, her tongue darting in and out of your hole as she spoke.

“I want to make you proud, mama. I wanna come,” you cried out.

“Keep your eyes open,” Wanda instructed. “Look at yourself when you come.”

A long cry escaped from deep inside you and Wanda grinned against you as your soft walls clenched around her tongue, your thighs hugging around her head. She watched as your eyes struggled to keep your eyes open and look ahead, watching the way you came for her in the mirror.

Her tongue lapped at you, cleaning you up as you slowly came down from your orgasm. Carefully, she slipped out of you, sticky ropes of your juices connecting to the lower half of her face.

Wanda pressed a soft kiss to your pussy, making your hips jerk. Her hands circled around to your hips and she hoisted herself back up to you. She kissed your lips, watching your drowsy expression as your eyelids fought sudden fatigue.

A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and the other around your lower back, moving you up along the bed until you laid down comfortably in the middle of it.

“My wonderful girl. So beautiful,” she cooed. She stripped herself down until she was bare, knowing how much you loved to feel your skin against hers.

Soon, you were covered in blankets, cuddled up against Wanda’s side as she held you close, your head tucked under her chin. Not very much was said between the two of you, only the silent exchange of soft inhales and exhales, a dance of breath whose sounds soothed one other.

Then Wanda muttered against the top of your head, “I haven’t been myself. I’ve been destructive and cruel — especially to you. I let my jealousy and my own insecurities overtake me, and I let it out on you.”

The conversation she last had with you before she left your room that evening had been replayed in her mind until it formed a rot in her from the inside, one that spread and infected her. She became bitter, finding that it was easier to become cold rather than to tell you she didn’t want for you to leave her.

It was juvenile, the response one would see from an adolescent.

Wanda knew that well, yet she could jot stop the rot from spreading anyhow until it harmed her even the one she held closest to her heart.

“It’s okay, mommy,” you said.

She continued despite your pardon, “I truly am sorry for how I’ve treated you. I love you dearly, Y/N, and I’ll try to be better at showing it. Properly — as you deserve.”

You moved upwards and wrapped your arms around her neck to hug her. “I love you too,” you said, your cheek pressed up against hers.

Her hands ran up and down your back, thanking you wordlessly.

You laid there for a few minutes more, your bare bodies entangled in each other with Wanda’s arms wrapped protectively around your body. Though she didn’t utter another word, you felt somehow in the security of her hold that she was still apologising by the way she held your head against her breast, let you hear the beating of her heart, and rested her head against atop of your own. Her lips were pressed against the top of your head as if in a perpetual kiss all while she inhaled the scent of your hair, the scent of your body, felt the radiating heat of your skin after making love to you.

You went to bed that night in the same manner, wrapped up in her body, under her blankets and enveloped in her scent, in her hair, in her kisses that lingered even long after she’d fallen asleep.

Wanda sometimes awoke in the middle of the night, grasping for you in the dark of her room, her fingers wrapping around her sheets in desperation to feel you beside her, curled up against her body.

Sometimes you slipped away from her as you slept, but you always promptly woke when she was shaken awake by her terrors, for you had slept beside her enough times to hear the sudden sharp inhale in your dreams, the panicked outreach for you.

You sat up sleepily and Wanda reached up to wrap her arms around you, pulling you back down to her chest. She kissed the top of your head and ran her fingers through your hair.

The beats of her heart would slow and her hold would loosen as the minutes passed until you were taken by sleep again with Wanda following soon after she ensured she held you close enough that the feeling of your body curled against hers, even in her sleep, would guide her away from her night terrors.

She never told you what she dreamt about and the following morning took place as they usually would, often without a single mention of the earlier occurrence.

But you didn’t have to ask to know what haunted her in her sleep, for it was the same thing that stalked her in her waking hours, the same thoughts that contoured the stillness of her brow in something pensive and solemn if you caught her at the right time.

Then within moments when Wanda’s lips found your skin, the memories vanished. But it was never long until they reproached her again, even if that meant they would take her in her dreams.

#love and loathing #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut

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Shen Yuan shixiong AU - Part 24

New Roots

Ming Fan woke up to the sound of loud voices followed by a terrible screeching sound. He rubbed his eyes and clicked his tongue, annoyed that his rest was interrupted by a bunch of idiots who couldn’t keep it down after curfew.

“Shizun, we need to find an open area! The qi is hurting everyone!”

Hearing the familiar voice, Ming Fan instantly woke up, jumped out of bed, and ran to the door barefooted. He opened it, only to be washed over with an overwhelming unstable spiritual energy that made him weak in the knees. A group of people had stopped in front of his room, discussing urgently in loud voices to cover the terrible screeching coming from who knows where.

“Shen shixiong!”

One of the figures froze and turned to him with a pair of round eyes. It was Shen Yuan shixiong. He was finally back! Shen Yuan was about to open his mouth to answer when their shizun, who was accompanying him along with a varied group of people, cut right in.

“Ming Fan, stay here and make sure that nobody follows us. A-Yuan, follow me.”

Ming Fan, sensing like the situation truly was urgent, acknowledged the order with a nod and went to grab his boots by the bed in a hurry. As soon as he stepped outside, the group left immediately, leaving the space in front of the dormitory empty except for one person.

“Shimei?”

Ning Yingying smiled weakly as she watched the group disappear in the bamboo forest. Ming Fan noticed how paled she looked and went to offer his help. His shimei didn’t refuse, grabbing his arm with what little strength she had left. Some younger disciples came out of their rooms, confused and curious about what had happened. Ming Fan barked a few orders, sending them back inside, before sitting Ning Yingying on a stone bench by the moon gate at the entrance of the dormitories.

“Shixiong, don’t worry about me. I just need to catch my breath.”

Ming Fan squatted in front of her, studying her face with worry.

“What happened? What were you doing with shixiong’s group? And why are you…? Yingying, did you exchange patrol nights with someone again?”

Ning Yingying pressed a few of her chest acupoints with a frown. She gestured to give her a minute to recover before opening her mouth to explain.

“I’m sorry, shixiong. I did. I just… I missed Shen shixiong and Luo shidi so much. I wanted to be the first to greet them at the gate. And I couldn’t sleep anyway when I learned they were on their way back.”

“Yingying, that’s a whole week of patrol you just imposed on your body. How many hours did you sleep this week?”

“…Not as much as I should’ve.”

Ming Fan sighed, rubbing his eyes in exasperation.

“Shixiong, this shimei is sorry. But I promise I was fine! I was starting to feel a little tired, but nothing serious. It’s… this unstable qi. It was so strong. Even shizun didn’t look too good when he got closer to Noodle.”

Ming Fan blinked.

“Noodle?”

“Mn. Remember the last letter shixiong and A-Luo sent me? Noodle didn’t just get hurt.”

“Then, what’s happening?”

Ning Yingying looked in the direction the group had disappear.

“He’s about to become a dragon.”

“Over here!”

Shen Qingqiu had brought them to a big clearing deep in the bamboo forest, away from any form of human life. Shen Yuan ran to the middle, cradling the dusu snake that kept twisting in pain in his arms.

“Shh- It’s ok, you’re ok, you’re fine.”

Truthfully, Shen Yuan was trying to convince himself more than the poor dusu snake. He reached the middle of the soft grass field in a few long strides and knelt there. Luo Binghe followed closely, settling himself in front of him before using his spiritual energy to soothe the creature as much as he could.

The situation didn’t look promising. Shen Yuan’s sleeves were covered in small iridescent scales… and blood. He had studied dusu snakes for years without coming across any cases like this one. Very few among their species became dragons to begin with and it was near impossible to obtain a specimen about to transform. Shen Yuan felt powerless. He thought back on their trip and something finally clicked in his mind.

Noodle had cultivated too fast. They had fought so much and went to so many places full of spiritual energy…

Shen Yuan’s vision turned blurry. He wanted to apologize, but Noodle probably couldn’t hear him now. He pulled the dusu snake closer, hugging him to his chest. The latter’s current body wasn’t strong enough to undergo a dragon transformation and… he might…

Noodle suddenly went completely still. Shen Yuan looked down in panic, only to see a pair of now colorful eyes staring right back at him with complete trust. A small pitiful cry came from the creature, rooting his master to the place he had knelt.

Shen Yuan lifted his gaze to Luo Binghe who simply smiled at him calmly.

Standing at the edge of the open space, Shen Qingqiu’s patience was wearing thin. Why didn’t those two leave the snake? He himself couldn’t get close, the unstable qi made him nauseous and feel like he was going to faint. How strong did his disciples become to bear such a powerful unstable qi without flinching? Or was A-Yuan simply being unreasonable, forcing himself to stay with his pet?

“A-Yuan, you can’t stay there! A-Yuan!”

But Shen Qingqiu’s voice didn’t reach his prized disciple. The ground had started to shake, and wind enveloped the trio, creating a strong spiritual barrier in the middle of the forest glade. From it, Luo Binghe locked eyes with his shizun. Shen Qingqiu felt familiar and powerful emotions assaulting his senses, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated this. Why couldn’t he get close? Why was he still so weak after all those years? Leaving him weaker than this- this Luo Binghe… Why?!

Noodle’s cries suddenly turned even more heartbreaking. Shen Yuan kept him close, tears streaming down his face as he repeated words of comfort to the dusu snake. It… wasn’t going well. He could feel Noodle’s life essence rapidly going out, slipping between his fingers. But if it was to be his old and first friend last moments, he wanted to accompany him to the end. He suddenly felt a pair of strong, youthful arms encircling him. Shen Yuan smiled despite the tears. His shidi didn’t have to accompany him to this extent. But he did. And he was immensely grateful for it. A gentle warmth spread from his heart, gently soothing his mind.

“A-YUAN!”

Still sitting in the middle of the forest glade, both disciples closed their eyes in unison as a harsh white light enveloped them. The gigantic amount of unstable qi was completely washed away in an instant, leaving only a strange electric atmosphere as the light blinded everyone at the scene.

A short moment passed before the light slowly receded, absorbed by something unknown. Soon after, the palpable charged energy followed.

Shen Yuan felt the weight in his arms disappear, ripping a whimper of desperation from his throat. He opened his eyes, intending to search for Noodle. As he did so, his retina was instantly drowned in an ocean of soft iridescent colors. For a moment, everything seemed to sit completely still, and only the gentle reflections of light dancing in the air like charming little pieces of crystal created an ocean of moving colors. Amidst the different waves, a pair of large reptilian eyes greeted his own calmly, the corner lifting in fondness when Shen Yuan stared back in surprise.

“…Noodle?”

The system’s voice, which he hadn’t heard for a long time, suddenly resonated in his head.

“Carapace ability : 50% damage reduction successful! Applied to user and their companions!” “Qing Jing Peak’s favor +50pts!” “Noodle’s favor +500pts!” “Noodle’s favor [ BONUS ] +???points to •••••••” “Protagonist’s halo compatibility with [*Noodle*] successful. +1000 ally points +0 shielding points!” “Completion of master-level quest +1500pts!” “New skills now available on the user skill tree!” “Congratulations! Please continue to work hard!”

But Shen Yuan wasn’t listening. His body refused to move, remaining frozen in face of the unfamiliar creature. A dragon.

Noodle released a short and sharp breath, ruffling his master’s hair from a distance. Shen Yuan jumped, not expecting the playful attitude from Noodle right after successfully cheating death. He swallowed with difficulty, his emotions still bouncing wildly around in his exhausted mind, and raised a trembling hand, reaching for Noodle’s new fluffy tail hovering above his head. “You’re… so big now.” Shen Yuan’s voice broke on the last syllable. Fat tears quickly filled his eyes, escaping in two seemingly never-ending streams which quickly drenched the collar of his clothes. “Y-You’re- You’re alive…!” He quickly let go of the tail to stand on his knees, throwing himself at Noodle who welcomed him in his embrace. The latter leaned on his master’s sobbing form with a soothing noise, something close to both purring and a low growl. Shen Yuan hid his face on the dragon’s body, both relieved that Noodle somehow survived the painful experience of turning into a dragon and embarrassed at how little he was able to restrain his emotions. Unbeknownst to him, Noddle met another pair of eyes. Luo Binghe silently stared back. Noodle then closed his eyes, bending his neck in a graceful arch as if he was bowing to the young man. Luo Binghe’s eyebrows shot up in shock when he heard two clear words echoing in his mind. “Thank you.”

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#svsss #scum villian self saving system #luo binghe #shen yuan #sy shixiong au #phansdraws #back with the au in 2023!!!#hope yall enjoy it ♥

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a scarf won’t hide much || S.S x MC

a/n: this is entirely unproofread so excuse that. this has been rotting in my brain for the last week or so, and i needed to get it out before continuing my other works lolol. it ended up being a lot longer than i expected but eh i’m not complaining

tags: slightly suggestive themes, sebs can’t apply makeup for sh!t, overall just very fluffy. seb and mc are in their ?? 7th ?? year? something like that idk i didn’t really have a year in mind but it’s def when they’re older than 17. leander slander (i’m sorry)(not really)

wc: 1.9k

likes and reblogs greatly appreciated :)

“seb, what’s on your neck?”

shit was the first thing that came to mind when he heard your voice in his ear. luckily, the great hall was mostly empty at this time, most students not wanting to get up so early in the dead of winter, wanting to savor the remaining bits of heat embedded in their blankets. you two, on the other hand, took this to your advantage. a quiet meal together in the mornings is just what you both needed more often than not with the chaos going around the school and hamlets, you off on your broom when you didn’t have classes, and sebastian in the undercroft or library, adding books to the every-growing list he thought you’d like.

“it’s, it’s nothing, love. how’s your eggs? they’re delicious today, oh and the sausage. if you won’t eat yours, i will, along with your pumpkin juice too,” sebastian could feel his cheeks burning, prying his gaze away from your curious one. he knew his sticks were limited; you could read him like an open book, and according to a tangent you’d gone on a few months back, rambling on about something insignificant was a key sign the teen was attempting to lie about.

“you’re a terrible liar, and a worse boyfriend for trying to lie to me,” you mused, a smirk coming to your face as you twisted around to get a better view of the awfully orange section of skin on his neck. as if he felt your eyes on his neck, sebastian brought his unoccupied hand up, covering his neck in a feeble attempt to hide the blotchiness. letting out a groan, you gripped his forearm, ignoring the heat coming to your cheeks as you felt the muscle underneath his robes flex from your touch as you tried to pry away his hand. “seb! let me see! please,” you pleaded with the brunette, continuing to tug what seemed like your whole body weight down on his arm, but to your dismay, he didn’t even budge a centimetre. “if it’s a bruise from quidditch, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, love. it happens!”

letting out a groan of his own, sebastian shook his head, his fingers clamped down on his scarf and around his neck, his other hand idly pushing around the breakfast on his plate as he tried to ignore your assault of questions and comforts. how could he even begin to tell you that the awfully covered bruises on his neck were from you. his hardworking, intelligent, sweet girlfriend. he couldn’t break it to you; if he knew you as well as he hoped he did after half a year of dating, you’d be mortified at your actions from last night. a hot and heavy make out session in the room of requirement led to more than tousled hair, unbuttoned, and untucked shirts. it had led to your lips on his neck, legs wrapped around his waist as he was just putty in your hands after not seeing him properly for almost a week. ‘sickeningly sweet lovebirds' is what ominis had called you two with a fake gag when you had first started going out, and the name only became more true as the weeks flew by. now, it seemed as if you couldn’t go more than a few hours without reappearing by the other’s side, glued at the hip. amit had said you guys were star crossed lovers long before an official confession was even made from you (who was tired of sebastian’s flirtatious banter and his lack of balls to ask you out properly. you threatened him that you’d go out with prewett if he didn’t cough up an answer soon enough), and there you were last night, too caught up in each other to realise the fog that had consumed both your brains.

“MC, it’s. it’s not from quidditch,”

“then what is it from? ominis finally rocked your world with his duelling skills?” you snickered as sebastian glared at you, only for it to soften as he saw the joy in your eyes.

“something like that, i suppose.”

“wait- it wasn’t from anne was it? was she sick of your awful jokes finally and decided to take revenge?” you faked a surprised gasp, erupting into a fit of giggles as sebastian elbowed you gently in the side.

“my joke are not awful, i’ll have you know. got professor sharp to laugh at one the other day!”

“yes, dear, i know. we’ve been in the same potions class for how long now?”

“when will you stop piercing this beating heart, oh love,” sebastian let out a theatrical gasp, his hand moving from his neck unconsciously as he clutched the fabric over his heart, his head falling back to match his dramatical action. taking the opportunity, you yanked down his scarf, a nasty shade line of purple and blue hues ran down the column of his neck, and you suppressed a gasp as you tenderly ran a finger down his neck.

“sebastian! who did this to you? oh, merlin, i’m going to have their chin at the end of my wand for hurting you like this!” the anger was evident in your voice, and as much as sebastian liked seeing this rare, possessive side of you, he couldn’t hold the truth back from you any longer. you were right, he was an awful liar, and even worse at keeping things to himself.

“MC, calm down, please,” he whispered, grasping your wrist gently as he looked around the hall, making sure nobody’s prying eyes were on the two of you before yanking you off the bench and dragging you to the floo flames. before you could spew more nasty things about yourself unknowingly, he had you both inside the room of requirement. turning to face you, he could practically see the steam coming out of your ears, and he bit down a smile at the pout you had on your face. “do you really want to know?” he asked you, watching you frantically bob your head up and down.

“what kind of question is that! yes, sebastian sallow, i would in fact, love to know who did this to you! fighting with wands is one thing, but getting into a physical altercation with another student is another thing! i should go to professor weasley about this, or merlin, even professor black! they should have a week’s worth of detention, or even expelled!” sebastian could only watch with an amused look on his face as you paced right in front of him, throwing your hands up in the air every once in a while while your boots clacked on the stone of the floor. once you seemed to get most of your anger out in a verbal way, he let out a laugh. “what’s so funny, sallow? being beaten up sure isn’t, and from the looks of it, you didn’t even put up a fight! your knuckles are perfectly healed, and you don’t have any breaks on your face like you’d had when i first came.”

“you’re right, love. i didn’t put up a fight. i actually enjoyed this assault,” he watched as your jaw dropped, a smirk playing on his lips. oh, it was truly amusing to see you being so naive and forgetful.

“sebastian sallow! have you finally lost what little brain cells you have left?” you stood on your tip-toes and rattled your knuckles against his forehead, internally relieved that his brain wasn’t missing.

“you see that couch over there?” he pointed at the leather couch you had, pushed against the wall, giving a good view of the christmas tree you’d set up in the middle of the room. nodding to his question, he continued. “that’s where i was assaulted, per se.”

“but- how? only you and professor weasley know about this place. and deek, but i doubt he’d do anything to you.” sebastian was having way too much fun with this, the look of confusion and worry etched onto your features only fueled the fire in him.

“it was this awfully pretty witch who did it. she had let her hair out of her bun, and i was completely thrown off by her, having never seen it down. and her hands were all over me too, never once leaving my body. sat on my lap and everything.”

“sebastian! not only did you get assaulted, you, you cheated on me?” maybe he pushed it too far now, realising the pain in your voice and the tears pooling in your waterline. sighing, he ran a hand through his hair before looking back at you.

“MC, you are dim. it was you, love. you are the witch who assaulted me, and supposedly should get a week’s worth of detention or even expulsion.” it took a few moments for the gears to turn in your brain before it all clicked, and sebastian had a front row seat to this show. your face turned scarlet in a few mere seconds, and you’d let out a series of incomprehensible words before covering your red face with your hands. a few apologies were strewn out too, though barely audible beneath your hands and you tried to hide yourself away from the man. laughing, sebastian grasped your wrists, prying them away from your face only to be met with your teary eyes and a furious blush.

“i’m- i’m so sorry sebastian! i didn’t mean to! i-i swear!” you hiccuped a few times, and it only made sebastian laugh more as he pulled you into his chest.

“oh, my sweet witch. whatever am i going to do with you?” he asked to nobody, wrapping an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders.

“you-you aren’t mad?” you looked up at him, and his heart melted at your sorrowed expression.

“love, i am the furthest thing from mad. i quite enjoyed myself last night, and you seemed to as well, if those little breathy moans were anything to go by,” he shot a wink down at you, and you pushed his chest away from you, pouting once again.

“you aren’t funny, sallow.”

“i meant it dear. although, it would be nice for me to pay back the favor,” his voice lingered in the air as he withdrew his arms, instead interlocking your fingers together as he tugged you towards the couch.

“seb?..” you were confused, intrigued but confused as he plopped back on the couch, pulling you into his lap as you let out a yelp from the surprise.

“my little witch deserves some affection too, don’t you think?” his breath was hot on your neck, and any thoughts lingering in your brain vanishes as you felt his lips on your neck, peppering the skin in light kisses before they grew more hot.

“i-i hurt you, seb,” you breathed out, hand on his chest as he resumed his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest, his lips not leaving your neck for a moment.

“quite the contrary, dear. if anything, i should be thanking you. finally got some fifth year off my ass because of your..handiwork, and i think i should return the favor, seeing how prewett has been eyeing you again recently,” you could feel the smirk on his lips as he spoke against you skin, and instead of arguing, you just nodded along. “good,” was all he said before a harsh nip came at your throat, finally understanding what he meant by him wanting to return the favor. “after i’m done with you, i’m afraid a scarf won’t hide much, MC.”

#sebastian sallow x y/n #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #leander prewett #bee’s writing

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Marooned: Chapter 1

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: reference to suicide, terrible humor

Brief Summary: You have been surviving, not thriving, on an island. Was this divine punishment for the things you had done in life? When you have all but accepted your fate to die alone in this shitty paradise, your ticket to freedom washes up on shore, but is it wise to accept the ride? The real question is: would it mean trouble for you or for THEM?

Happy birthday, Kil! Sorry I made you half-dead in this.

First Light

You had a routine. Somewhat reminiscent of your old life, you woke up at the asscrack of dawn. Where it used to be a wake-up-call, now it was the sun's earliest tendrils prodding you awake. After being here for so long, you became sensitive to the natural rhythm set by sun. At first light, you woke up, and after dusk, you were fast asleep. And between those two mandatory meetings in your schedule, you had quite a few tasks that you'd given yourself, mostly to stay sane. Was it helping? Probably not.

Again, much like your old life, every day starts with a perimeter check. Except in your current life, that meant beach-combing. For others, it was a fun little hobby, but for you, it was your line to the outside. Today should be especially fruitful since there was a big thunderstorm just off the coast. After the last one, you had almost enough materials to start building the next section of your boat. With that promise hanging in the air, you threw on Frankenstein's minidress, your affectionate name for what was essentially an oversize T-shirt crafted from animal skin and the tatters of your original clothing, and carefully slid down the knotted vine connecting your ramshackle treehouse with the jungle floor. The shirt was more to protect you from the sun's rays than to protect your modesty. Who was gonna see you anyway? A whale?

In the gentle purple-blue light, you found the handle to your sled and started off towards the beach. "It's going to be a really good day, isn't it, Mini?" You looked over into thick underbrush. A breeze rustled the leaves. You laughed, tugging the thing along the dirt. "I thought so." It took some effort to pull the sled to the beach. It was a large animal's ribcage with some kind of fronds lining the outside, to make it slide easier.

You didn't really have a set time that you adhered to for your first task of the day, but it generally took 2-3 hours (or so you thought, you didn't have a watch) to circumnavigate the island, depending on what there was to find. It was taking longer today, which you had anticipated. And it had indeed been fruitful: A few jars filled with something that looked edible, some wooden planks, some blue and white thing that looked like it could be a weird colander, some buttons, a few scraps of fabric, some rad goggles, and an entire human man.

Wait... a man? You did a double-take. You initially thought it was part of a crumpled blue sail. Oh shit oh fuck. Your heartbeat escalated. You hadn't considered this scenario. You hadn't seen another human being in... well a long time. What if he's dead?... or worse what if he's alive? Your thoughts flashed to the gun you had hidden away, one of the few things that washed ashore with you. You didn't even know if it would still fire. And I only have one bullet that I was saving in case.... in case. There was no point standing there to ponder the possibilities. You looked to the treeline, "Standby, Mini." There was no answer.

Cautiously, you approached the man. Long blonde hair was splayed around him and his clothes, a blue shirt and jeans, were soaked. You inched your big toe towards him. Gently, you poked at him. Nothing. Your body was on edge as you crouched down to inspect him further, placing your fingers on his neck for a pulse and watching to see if his chest rose. You jerked back. Alive! What do I do? He wasn't quite cold but he wasn't as warm as he should be. "And he definitely had a rough night," you said to no one in particular, gingerly taking inventory of scattered wounds marring his tanned skin.

You pushed things around in your sled to make a space for at least his upper half. "Sorry, blondie." There was no way to get him in there easily. You hooked your arms under his and used your legs to pull him into the sled the best you could. It was probably good he was wearing jeans since you were about to drag him through the forest. But you were no idiot. You weren't taking him to your base of operations. First things first, you had to wash him up and fully inspect the damage. You sighed, looking towards the forest again, "I don't mean to be crude, Mini, but I don't know if I even remember what a dick looks like."

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Don't worry, fellas (gender-neutral). Killer will be okay and Kid is lurking somewhere...

Getting back in the writing game with my first multi-chapter fic (Go big or go home amirite). This story has become my daily intrusive thoughts and I need to get them out. Essentially this is the story of my OC (Ex-Cap't Krait Shenron), but it is made to be enjoyed by all (I hope) and "Reader"-friendly. Some of the more specific details are kept in since it pertains to plot. No posting schedule but I will probably word vomit this entire thing out and then who knows? Maybe I will start taking requests again (sweating).

I will also be uploading to AO3 if you prefer: Here

#massacre soldier killer #eustass kid #one piece #one piece oc #x reader #reader insert #killer x reader #massacre soldier killer x reader #eustass x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader x killer #kid pirates #tw: suicide mention

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izzysillyhandsy · 6 months

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Thoughts about the finale, and my utter confusion about Izzy Hands

What I hated about Izzy's death wasn't him dying. I love a tragic arc, and although Con O'Neill elevated every scene he was in, it would have been ok if they'd handled his death better.

To have him die with only 10mins of the episode left (and this might even be the last ever episode!) was the first terrible decision. Everything that was built up over 2 seasons had to be resolved in a few minutes, we don't see any repercussions for anyone Izzy was important to - Ed, the crew and even Stede.

But the main criticism is the 180° turn the show made for his character arc in the last episode (or more precisely, in Izzy's last scene) and in David Jenkins' latest interviews.

Since season 1, I kept asking myself the same two questions:

What function does Izzy Hands have in the narrative? What is the nature of his relationship with Ed?

And the answers changed drastically from S1 to S2, and got more and more complex and intriguing.

Until the finale.

Izzy Hands as a plot device for the main couple

In S1, Izzy was an antagonist. His function in the narrative was to stand in the way of the Ed/Stede romance, of Ed growing and finding happiness and to move the plot along. He brought a lot of humour to almost every interaction he was in - he was such a fish-out-of-water character, clashing with everyone and constantly losing.

He was barely human - he was a pirate cliché.

But there was also so much going on in the background - his quiet desparation, his obvious love and longing for Ed, and these hints of a fascinating backstory between the two of them. This is what many fans picked up on, and going into S2 we hoped that we'd get more of this (for me personally the most important thing was clarification on Izzy's importance to Ed).

And then S2 came along and boy, were all of our expectations exceeded.

Suddenly, Izzy wasn't a plot device anymore. He was one half of the most intense (and interesting, sorry Stede) couple in the show. It was even confirmed by the showrunner that he was in a love triangle with the main couple!

In the first 2 episodes, we got so much more than we ever expected. At the end of Ep2, Izzy broke the lifeline with Ed, both of them almost dying in the process. He went on a journey of discovering who and what he even was without Ed (and right up to his death he was still deeply unhappy and broken, even though he was on the right path).

Izzy suddely became a fascinating character in his own right, with his arc of healing and self-acceptance and his inability (for now) to keep himself from sliding back into this relationship with his other half. He was blaming himself for everything that had happened. He was still so entangled with this man he built his whole life around. He still had a long way to go and a lot to work through (the same also applies to Ed btw).

But he also became the crew's unicorn, doing Izzy things (still related to Ed, always to Ed) but you could feel him becoming more himself. Slowly, Izzy's real personality started to shine through and we realized - this man is fascinating on his own accord. He's a respected and very capable pirate. He came from nothing and fought his way up. He's a really good teacher. He's creative and sensitive. He also cares about other people than Ed a lot.

Viewers who hated him or were indifferent to him in S1 suddenly became interested - this man's journey was fascinating and, most importantly, it wasn't at all finished. There was so much yet to come, and we wanted to see it.

Does this sound like a plot device to you? If it doesn't, bad news.

At the end of the final episode, Izzy is suddenly back where he was in S1.

He dies in a completely unnecessary way - almost as if how he died didn't matter. And it didn't matter, because in the end, Izzy Hands' journey didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that he died and how it affected the main couple.

On his deathbed, Izzy is saying exactly what Ed needs to hear to move on. He absolves him of any guilt. Ed is ready. Izzy has played his part, he's ready to die.

Notably, nothing is really resolved for poor Izzy. Even if Ed says he doesn't want him to go, it's because Ed is losing his only family. He doesn't tell Izzy he loves him, or that he's important to him as a person, as his oldest friend, as the one who knows him best.

In the end, Izzy's function in the narrative, even after everything that happened in S2, was to be an obstacle to the Ed/Stede romance, to Ed growing and finding happiness. He had to die to free Ed of his Blackbeard persona and because "it's nice that Blackbeard is upset by it" (WTF).

The problem is, for the rest of the season, that wasn't Izzy's role in this show at all and I felt completely blindsided.

More than a spurned, jilted lover

"I guess it's a journey of redemption, but I think it's more a journey of finding out, who is he to Blackbeard?" According to Jenkins, Izzy is "more than a spurned, jilted lover." "What is that relationship about? And I think by the end of the season it kind of becomes a little unexpected of who they are to each other and what they mean to each other." (source)

I also made a poll about that question after Ep3 if anyone's interested.

The answer is, apparently, the two of them were Blackbeard. Or, Izzy was the brains behind the operation. Or, Izzy egged Eddie on to give in to his darker impulses (which, I think, was alluded to quite strongly in the murder/suicide scene).

I mean, yes. That was one of the options on my poll that I was quite sure of, and I think most of us suspected this even in S1.

Izzy was Eddie's only family. Ok, I think family doesn't quite express what was going on between them in S2, but that certainly was one aspect of their relationship.

This is all fine. I can see that being built up to over the two seasons.

But.

"And then there was the realization that [Izzy] is kind of a mentor to Blackbeard and that he is kind of a father figure to Blackbeard. It felt nice to have him die and have Blackbeard be upset by it, because Blackbeard killed his father. But this is a father figure that he’s losing that it’s hard for him; it's sad and he doesn't want him to go." (source)

This is not fine. Not at all.

Izzy is not Blackbeard's mentor. Izzy is obviously in love with Ed (and Ed is fully aware of that). Izzy might have been a mentor-like presence in Ed's life when they were younger, but when we meet them in S1 Izzy is more like an overworked housewife cleaning up behind her disinterested husband. Izzy would do anything for Ed (apart from killing him) and is ready to die at one point because of him. Izzy is desperate, grabbing onto the scraps Ed throws his way.

Where, where does Izzy seem like a mentor to Ed in all of this? A mentor is supposed to be at least at the same level or above but Izzy is clearly not.

And in the death scene, suddenly, that's all there is left of their complex, intense dynamic.

Izzy took young Eddie in and fed his darkness. He was Eddie's only family, binding him to himself out of selfishness in the process.

So that's their unexpected "who they are to each other". Izzy taught Ed everything he knows (which is actually bad for him) and it'd probably been better if they'd never even met.

And don't get me wrong, I don't completely disagree with this take. As a part of their dynamic, this is a fascinating concept - but only if this wasn't the end.

Because there was so much more, so much promise of a complicated, mutually destructive relationship that nevertheless was also full of love. Those two seemed so intertwined (and I'll never forgive Stede for stealing that for himself and Ed). Ed is Izzy's missing half and Izzy is Ed's.

And I still believe that, without Izzy, Ed isn't complete.

And with this rushed conclusion, and all the mess left behind and never even looked at, Ed will never be happy.

Conclusion

I think what hurts the most is, that with Izzy dead and their last conversation being that reductive, all possibilities of an exploration of all these complex and fascinating aspects of their relationship are now closed. I know this show isn't about Ed and Izzy. But Izzy is a big part of what made Ed interesting, and he's a brilliant character in his own right. We could have gotten so much more (even if it's only allusions, we really don't need everything spelled out).

I guess I expected too much from this show - but with good reason. The actors gave it their all. S2 set up such an intricate dynamic (and it was probably overly ambitious with only 4 hours of screentime!). I've never gotten so much of what I wanted from an outsider character in any show.

And then it let us down in the last 10 minutes.

And even if we hadn't gotten a season 3 - the setup was all there for meta, for fanfiction. Why ruin it all with killing off Izzy for all the wrong reasons and making their last conversation all about Ed "outliving his mentor".

To quote Prince Ricky: "Oh, my goodness. You've just grown so tedious."

Still, I love everything they've done in this show except for the ending. I will watch it again, many times, and enjoy the drama, the humour and the complexity. But I will try to forget these interviews and convince myself Izzy's senseless death was just a dream :).

#ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #edward teach #it's just not fair #Izzy deserved so much better #and Con O'Neill as well #so many things were set up and then boom #nothing matters anymore

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mebemilena · 3 months

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Kiss it better

A/N: i'm writting one more for Maya's worst student. I had do edit because i noticed i somehow didn't paste the whole text from my email drafts. It was late at nigt, so i might have clicled something i shouldt. Anyway, thank you so much for reading me.

Summary: you woke up with a terrible pain in your neck and Maya offers to help. Funny thing is that her offer includes more than just a massage.

"Ouch.. my neck is killing me.", you texted Maya, rubbing the back of your neck. It was almost midday and you knew she'd be busy working or preparing her lunch, but of course she'd reply at some point.

You were relaxing in bed when the buzzing of your phone made you turn to your side as you read her message. A few minutes of chit-chat followed by a sting on the left side of your neck again and you complained once more, rubbing it a little harder this time..

"I can help you. I'm pretty good with my hands.", you read on your phone screen and tried not to make a joke about it, but she was the one sending a suggestive emoji. You've been flirting playfully for a while but those were just you two fooling around, trying to make the other embarrassed.

This felt a little different though. There was something about it.

Like you had nothing to lose, you accepted her offer and Maya came over an hour after that, just enough time to get her things done and buy you some treats. "Bananas are good for your muscles.", she signed when you gave her a questioning look as she handed you a bag with a few fruits.

You walked her to your room, showing her a few new things around the house. A picture of your cat, a shirt your mother had sent you, the cookies you had baked earlier. For the first time in a long while being alone with Maya was making you feel a little anxious.

Once in your room, Maya opened her backpack and showed you a small green plastic bottle. "It's one of those lotions for sore muscles. Like those for athletes.", she explained without you asking and you just nodded. "Understand?", she asked.

You could only understand a few signs. "Kind of. What is it?", you asked, signing too slow for your own liking.

Maya was being extra patient today. "It's for your pain.", she explained, spelling the word pain at the end and you finally understood.

She took a chair closer to your bed and told you to sit down. You obeyed and just then you noticed your height difference while you were sitting and she was standing.

As she moved around you noticed she was cleaning her hands with a small towel. "They sweat a lot.", she explained without you asking again, as if she could read your mind.

Maya walked to you and smiled, ready to start. You put your hair up. "Can you take your shirt off?", she signed and you made a face. "Sorry.", you apologized for not understanding. "Shirt off.", she signed, simplifying it for you.

There were times you felt terrible for not studying more. Maya was a great teacher and she became a great friend. You felt like you were putting her down and it was frustrating how she'd try so hard to communicate while you were lacking vocabulary. You probably missed a lot of what she said sometimes.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed her staring at you, puzzled if you understood the request or not. You nodded, finally giving her an answer. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as you tried to act the most normal possible, taking your shirt off and instantly holding it to cover your chest.

"It hurts here. I think it hurt when sleep.", you signed, trying your best to hold your shirt between your forearms and chest.

"We'll fix it. Try to relax, i told you i'm good with my hands.", Maya signed to you before applying some lotion on her hands. Your breathing got a little heavier as she walked behind you.

Her hands were indeed skilled of course. She placed them on your shoulders and started applying pressure there, her thumbs rubbing circles on your flesh. You closed your eyes and let yourself lean into her touch.

After a while, Maya tapped on your shoulder. "Your muscles are tight. This might be due to stress.", she told you. "S-T-R-E-S-S", she spelled to you.

"Oh, makes sense. I have hard week work.", you told her.

While Maya pressed the knots on your shoulders, you hummed, too focused on the feeling of her warm hands.

She tapped your shoulder again, lighter this time. "Are you speaking? I can feel your throat. Is it too much?", she asked.

"no, it's fine. I like it", you signed, sticking to simple replies.

Maya touched the back of your neck with one hand, her thumb massaging one side as her other fingers massaged the other side, like a claw. A very skilled claw that was making you lose yourself in a pool of relaxation, even though there was that soft stretchy pain.

Maya tapped lightly on your chin this time, waking you up from the transe. "Do you know what makes everything better?", she asked, kneeling in front of you, her eyes on you the whole time.

"what?", you asked, ever so eloquently.

"Kisses.", she signed slowly. "Kisses heal everything.", she told you and you stopped breathing when the tip of her nose slowly touched yours.

Maya gave you the space and time to move away if you'd like. She kissed the tip of your nose and walked back to her spot behind you.

You felt her lips on your nape and a small moan escaped you. Maya left open mouthed kisses on the side of your neck and up to your jaw, one of her hands held your chin up and the other was stuck to your shoulder. You held the urge to moan louder and closed your legs a little tighter, the pressure slowly building up in your belly. Since when were you that sensitive?

She kept kissing her way to the corner of your mouth, where she stopped. You held your breath and waited for a kiss full on the lips, but that never came.

You opened your eyes and saw her getting her stuff back on her backpack, cleaning her hands on that small towel again like nothing had happened. Your brain took a whole minute to process it all and registered that the pain in your neck had indeed got better.

You waved your hands, trying to catch her attention. "I think my legs hurt too." you tried and the blush on your face was not unnoticed.

Maya walked back to you, kneeling in front of you again, her hands on your thighs now. "I can take care of that too.", she signed, a playful smile on her lips.

#maya lopez #maya lopez x reader #marvel women #marvel echo #maya lopez fanfiction

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mvrtaiswriting · 1 year

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Hello, handsome. x Trafalgar D. Law (part 2) ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

hullo! as requested, here's the the part 2 to a Law fic you all adored so much. I am so happy with the love it received and I hope this matches your expectations!! you guys requested a part two and here it is! aaaahhh I'm so excited about this dfsfhsdif

(part 1)

warnings: suggestive, gn reader, mentions of alcohol?

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“We might just get away with it.” you laughed, your giggles echoing in the empty Polar Tang, which now officially became the perfect refuge for your sweet escapes. There was no going back at this point and the two of you knew it - your lips became Law’s religion, his hips becoming the altar of your lovesick cult. Like magnets, your bodies couldn’t bare standing far from each other - it was stronger than you, like a slight electric shock running through every nerve in your body and making you act before you could even think about it.

Law was busy leaving a trail of wet, lustful kisses on your neck to give you a proper answer, so he just hummed in response. He was sure he could technically diagnose himself as clinically addicted to you; he longed for you and every time your scent overwhelmed his sense, a stupid rush of dopamine invested his body completely. He couldn’t get enough of you - he could never give up this. The feeling of your skin against his made his mind almost glitch as he discovered new extents of pleasure and happiness every time he laid with you. It wasn’t just that - it wasn’t just lust; Law knew it was love by the way his heart trembled in his chest every time he saw you getting too close with someone that wasn’t him, how happy it would make him to just receive even the slightest sign of affection when the two of you were out in public.

“I think they know already.” he whispered against your bare skin, leaving a purple hickey on your cleavege. Law wanted to mark his territory, to let everyone know you were his and his only - that there was someone that mattered to you more than anyone else on that stupid ship. Law was ready to risk it all for you.

“Hey, hey..” you giggled in response, lifting Law’s head up by placing your index finger under his chin. “How will I cover this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. It was a genuine question, but you couldn't help but smirk - you were worried about your cremates finding out - especially this way. But the most selfish part of you enjoyed seeing Law like this, feeding off you and leaving marks on your skin like a silly teenager in love. Jealousy looked good on Law, making him even more irresistible. He was the man of your life, you knew that in one way or another, you would have run away with him - but while you were trying to figure out the best way to do it, you enjoyed Law being all crazy about you, fighting against himself to hold back and not make a scene, finding sneaking way to let everyone know you belonged to him.

“You don’t?” he smirked, climbing up your body and resting his forehead against yours. He bit your bottom lip, pulling you closer to him. “What a shame.” he scrunched his nose, faking a sorry expression. Giggling in response, you lightly smacked his cheek. “You're terrible.” you answered, making him laugh. Quick to switch position, he laid on his back and invited you between his arms, letting your head rest on his chest.

“Have you told anyone?” he asked, his tone immediately becoming more serious. He liked the teasing and hiding away, but days were going by quicker than he thought and the depart date became closer and closer.

The two of you agreed you would have discussed it with someone you trusted, just to make sure you didn't step on anyone’s feet. It wasn't a problem for Law - although he had grown to somewhat like Luffy, he was ready to fight for you, to give up this stupid alliance - there was nothing that could stop him. But you cared for your captain, you believed in his dream and you travelled with him for years now. The straw hat pirates were your family and although you loved Law with every fibre of your body, it still wasn’t easy to leave everyone behind. You didn't know what to expect - would Luffy understand? You would still be allies, after all; or at least you hoped so. Zoro would have thought of you as a traitor, you were sure of that - he was your captain’s best man. How could you explain a love like this? There were no words that could describe the entity of this - it wasn't just a fling - you could feel Law underneath your skin, every cell of your body ached for him; your heart struggled to beat properly when he wasn’t around. You needed him, the closure between the two of you was the best thing that ever happened to you.

“I talked to Robin.” you sighed, latching your arm against Law’s torso and holding him tight, snuggling against his chest. He only nodded in response, waiting for you to say something more than that.

“She understands. I didn’t even need to say a lot to her - I think Chopper knows too. He visited me a while ago when were.. you know, not talking. And he knew there was no medicine to fix what was going on.” you shrugged your shoulders, almost feeling guilty for letting your crew mates know so much already.

“That’s a relief.” he added, kissing the top of your head. He knew this wasn’t easy for you - he didn't want to isolate you, he knew they were your friends, he knew he was asking for a lot. Sometimes, the tiniest insecurity made its way to his heart, torturing his mind with questions - were you really sure? Were you as in love as he was? Were you ready to give up everything and start over again? A long sigh escaped his lips as these thoughts clouded his mind again, even if you were right in his arms, even if your bodies were intertwined between the sheets where you just made love. Was this enough for you?

The day continued as usual after that conversation, a cold veil fell between the two of you. You didn’t ask about him; you figured Law confided in Bepo, but what kind of advice would he give his captain? Things were easier for Law than they were for you, you needed time to figure everything out.

When you reached the rest of the crews, it seemed like they were waiting for you. Entering the headquarters of your secret base, both you and Law silently took a sit and joined the apparent reunion.

“What happened?” Law asked, worried that the enemy might have discovered your hideout, blowing out the whole plan.

“Someone took our alliance way too far, uh?” Zoro spitted out through grinned teeth, everyone turning their heads to look at you and Law, casually sitting next to each other.

Blood rushed to your cheeks colouring them of a scarlet red, whilst Law kept his usual composure - he only grinned slightly, something about pissing Zoro off fed his ego more than he expected.

“Care to explain?” Law asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Nami intervened, elbowing Zoro and giving you a softer look than the marimo. “We would have understood.” she added truthfully. Nami was more kindhearted than many would think - but it was something she reserved for very few people. Luckily, you were one of them - she loved you just as an older sister would, her words were heartfelt and you knew it.

A shiver run through your spine - is this how things were going to go? A massive fight? This felt like a process, your crew being the judges of the worst betrayal in history. Your hands were shaking as the fear of being hated by the people you grew up with insinuated in your heart. Law was quick to notice these signs, and quickly laid his hand on the back of your shoulders, gently running his palm up and down your back, trying to calm you down.

“How..” you mumbled. Your eyes scanned the room, trying to look for Robin’s gaze - did she tell everything? Nope, couldn't be her. Everyone kept silent, your captain not speaking a word. This was killing you, you never imagined this to be so difficult - it was love, what was there to be mad about?

“It’s okay, you know.” Luffy finally said, his usual smile forming on his lips. “I will always be your captain, however. You will always be a Straw Hat.”

Before Law could argue against Luffy’s claim, you kicked his leg. This was not about him - you needed to hear this. You trusted your captain, you firmly believed he would become the King of Pirates - you dedicated your heart to the cause and leaving the island with Law meant you were still his biggest ally, ready to fight if he only asked you to.

“And it was obvious, by the way.” Penguin said, scratching the back of his head. “We all noticed your sneak outs, the terrible mood Law was in when you didn’t speak.. you aren’t great actors.” he shrugged his shoulders, making everyone in the room laugh.

A wave of relief crashed against you, all of your muscles suddenly relaxing. Getting up, you run into your captain’s arms. Luffy was quick to reciprocate, locking you in a tight hug.

“You know I love Tra!” he screamed, stretching his arm to grab your lover and letting him join your hug, who mumbled stupid complaints about Luffy’s usual affection.

In all honesty, however, even Law was relieved. He knew how much your friends meant to you - he would die for his crew, and it was only obvious that you would do the same for yours. He would never ask you to betray them - he just wanted to live with you.

After the strange trial that went out, the crews got together to celebrate your union. Sanji prepared a wonderful dinner, rivers of booze were running down the table as everyone celebrated you and Law together. Everyone saw how miserable the two of you became when you tried to part ways - you were meant to be together. It was a new beginning, and everyone was happy about it - more or less. Of course there were tears - Chopper being inconsolable, crying seamlessly on your shoulder. It was hard to let you go.

When the booze finally kicked and the attention shifted away from the two of you, Law finally reached for your hands, pulling you close to him.

“Do you want to dance?” he whispered into your ear.

“Hello, handsome.” you smiled, quickly grabbing his hand. “It would be a pleasure.” you added, letting him take you in his arms and guide your movements, lulling you to the rhythm of the song Brook was playing.

“This feels like a ceremony.” you laughed, latching your arms around his neck. He smirked in response, kissing your forehead.

“Who knows.”

little tag list I made by myself because you guys loved the part 1 and encouraged me to write this: @ebriton @augustanna @no-such-thing-as-no-such-thing @afrillisdark

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A Galling Yoke, Part 11

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for the Cathartic Shower or Sudden Realisation, Drowning or Drowning Your Sorrows, and Fingore or Electrocution squares on my July Break Bingo card

See this post for main info, including a masterlist and synopsis. See this post for warnings.

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x f!Reader

Rating: Mature (for potential triggers, not for sexual content)

BEWARE THE CONTENT WARNINGS POSTED ABOVE. If you are not comfortable with them, you can read the first part of the chapter, stop at the line break, and skip to the author’s notes for more information.

Nobody bothered you for the coming days. Acquaintances steered clear of Voss House, though the Little Season was by now in full swing, and your staff steered clear of you, though you tried your best not to be too dull or ill tempered with them. Mrs Rogers still kept you company, but you could not entertain much conversation despite your yearning to confide in her all your devastation about William and all your doubts about what you’d gone through with Sherlock. The closest you had managed was a few minutes’ exchange—

“Sherlock knows about Edmund. He knows about me.”

“Oh… I am sorry, ma’am; I know you do not like to be reminded of it.”

“It was terrible, Mrs Rogers. It is terrible.”

“Did he react badly? He never did strike me as the sort to judge a lady for a cad’s behaviour.”

“No, I believe not that he… That is, I know not. I gave him not a chance to properly react, whether it would have been badly or not. But no, his core reaction seemed to be one of concern—and one of apology.”

“Then…he made you not feel pitied, or shameful?”

“Not the guilty sort of shame, merely…merely humiliated, the way one would feel if one made a fool of oneself in public and was laughed at. If… If that makes any sense…”

“It does, my dear. I understand.”

“Perhaps a little pitied, as well. Though I suppose I ought not to be surprised by that. If a battered wife is not blamed, she is to be pitied, is she not?”

“I do not pity you, and you know I do not blame you.”

“…It is only, he had such a sad look about him when he found out. His eyes…”

“There is nothing wrong with being sad about such a situation, is there, ma’am? I am sad some days, when I recall how the master treated you solely to feel better about himself. I am sad whenever I recall how he made you feel—whenever I see how he still makes you feel. Are you not?”

“Indeed, I suppose there are times… Sad, and angry also. I wish I never had to recall.”

“Of course, my lady. But there is nothing wrong with remembering and thinking about it either. Ignorance is a much graver failing than knowledge.”

You had thought of Sherlock then, of how much he prized knowledge, of how much he was discomfited by lack of it, of how much he had wanted knowledge of you.

“Was Mr Holmes’s failing making you feel exposed and embarrassed, or making you think about what you have not spoken of in a very long time?” she had asked, and the answer you felt in your breast had been too tumultuous and nebulous to verbalise.

Mrs Rogers had given you much to think about, but you tried to not have time to think. You busied yourself with catching up on the household affairs you had neglected for the investigation, and then getting as far ahead as you could with them; who knew if Lord Coltidge would have the time to ensure Voss House was running smoothly when things inevitably got hectic once you turned yourself into Scotland Yard?

Then that got you thinking: once you were convicted, your widow’s portion would revert to its original owners, wouldn’t it? Which meant your father would get the house back—it had been bestowed to Edmund as part of your dowry and only became yours upon his demise—and you could not leave your servants vulnerable to him, so you prepared protections for their jobs and arranged for alternate incomes if they had to leave.

You sent the Sulyards an invitation to come by Voss House at any time and at long last clear out Edmund’s effects. You finished up needlework projects lying around and said your goodbyes to your book collection. You went through your chambers and chose what could be given away. You did everything you could to ensure you would slip away from this world, this life, with as few ripples as possible. No unfinished business, no loose ends—

Blinking, you set down the ledger you’d been reviewing and stared out the study window. As you drifted over to the glass pane, the thoughts whirled faster and faster around your head until the tornado sucked the breath out of you: Sherlock had said professional killers didn’t leave loose ends—yet Miss Algar, a trackable witness who had seen the entire murder, remained breathing and even comfortable—so William must have gotten involved—how?—not sure, but somehow he kept the hitman from getting to Miss Algar—so William must have hired Mrs Kinley too—makes sense, who else but Viscount of Pashbroke would expend such liabilities—but it would be equally in character for Viscount of Pashbroke to hand over the reins of everything to the Earl of Coltidge once he broke about the murder—when it rains, it pours—but if your father hadn’t gotten rid of her, he approved of her, which meant she was the talebearing sort of employee—goodness, remember when Mrs Tattershall promised not to tell Father about the frog incident but then she did?—goodness, remember how he knew about your visit to Miss Algar before anyone in London had?—but if Mrs Kinley had always been indiscreet, might she be in contact with the hitman?—no loose ends—yes, ’tis possible she was not even aware, ’tis possible the hitman had snuck into her circle of acquaintances—she had called her charge’s attack an “accident”!—oh yes, ’tis entirely possible she blissfully did not realise the danger she was in, the danger of being a loose end.

By the time you pressed a steadying palm to the window, you were resolved to make sure Mrs Kinley and Miss Algar were safe. Even if it were a long shot, verification that they were prepared should your arrest upset whatever precarious balance with which the hitman had gotten comfortable was not a task you could leave for someone after the fact.

In the hackney to Cable Street, you couldn’t help but think that Sherlock would have come to this conclusion sooner, if only you had kept him apprised of all that you had learnt. If you had told him about Lord Coltidge’s uncommonly familiar knowledge of London on dit… If you had told him William was responsible for Edmund’s death but you felt responsible regardless…

You shook your head. Stop. You could not forget the very valid reason you had not told him: these were your burdens to bear, and he would be better off not learning of them, just as he would have been better off not learning how much pain you carried in you.

Mrs Rogers’s recent words popped into your imagination, and you stewed in them for the rest of the carriage ride.

As you alighted from it in front of Miss Algar’s building, wincing at the aching stiffness in your right leg, you regretted not having spent your time planning what to say instead, but that did not turn out to be so great a problem.

The conversation with Mrs Kinley did not last very long.

The landlord had once again happily led you to the correct flat, but this time, the nurse did not even let you past the threshold. Dogged, you had pleaded your case to her on her doorstep, you whispering furtively your concerns and she exclaiming unreservedly her indignation.

“I have no doubt that you know of whom I speak,” you had thrown out as a last-ditch effort.

“Oh, the impudence! Always a-comin’ hereabouts and a-tellin’ me what to do, just because you’re a great lady and I’m a lowly worker! A noble or not, I think I’d well know if a man I knew had bloody hands!”

“If you would merely tell me if my description sounds like anybody you—”

“Out with you! Out, out, else I scream for the peelers!”

You flinched as the door slammed in your face.

Massaging your vindictive knee—it still had not quite forgiven you for forcing it to run from 221b Baker Street; a part of you couldn’t help but agree—you thought once again of Sherlock. Ignorance is the curse of God indeed. He would have had no patience for Mrs Kinley’s pride getting in the way of the case. Gracious, was this even within the purview of an investigation anymore?

With a sigh, you walked haltingly to the side of the building, leaned against it, and looked up at the sky. What to do? What to do, what to do? You had not planned—or particularly wished, though you did paradoxically long—to see Sherlock, at least not outside of Whitehall Place, but perhaps his assistance would be necessary to protect Miss Algar…

Deliberating over your options, you let quite some time pass. You had not come to a conclusion when movement in your periphery caught your attention. You started to turn, but something else in the air caught your eye: Was it flurrying? Could these really be the first snowflakes?

Before you could confirm, something struck you in the side of the head and—

—cold. Hmm. What? Your thoughts were sluggish—treacle dripping through your fingers. What had you just been thinking? What had been the first half of…?

A shiver wracked through you. Oh, right. It was too cold. You hated the cold. Why was it so cold?

You shivered again, and this time you noticed something strange: your arms were held down. Held…or tied? And your legs. Your legs too. Tied down.

Now that you were really waking up, you could also tell something was on your face—rough, musty, but light and not completely opaque. That wasn’t so bad, though you endeavoured to keep your breaths shallow so you didn’t inhale too much of the material or whatever dirt it might carry. The real discomfort was under you, a stiff board that was brutal on your shoulders, not to mention the cramps sure to come with your right leg being unable to stretch or relax properly. All in all, you had no clue how you had ended up in this situation.

Clue. Heavens, if Sherlock were here, he’d have probably deduced which sector of London you found yourself in and how much time had passed.

But Sherlock wasn’t here—and he wasn’t coming.

You shuddered, this time not only from the cold.

“Oh, apologies, m’lady—oughtay get a fire goin’?”

You squirmed at the unfamiliar voice. Had the speaker been there this whole time, watching you? If he had just arrived, how had you not heard a door creak?

“Who are you?” Foolish; he would never answer that. “Why did you take me? What are you going to do?”

Now that you were listening to yourself, you realised your voice had a peculiar echo. You must be in a large chamber of some sort—at least as wide and as tall as a ballroom, but where in London could he have taken you that was like that yet secluded enough for nefarious activities?

“Y’sure y’wish fo’ me to answer tha’?” mused your abductor.

You gulped. If he were the hitman—and, really, who else would he be?—you were now a loose end.

“It won’t be so bad, m’lady, if y’just tells me wha’ oi wanna know.” His pause was as menacing as his words. “Why’s ’olmes lookin’ into the ole nemmo on Cable? He know ’bout me?”

“Does he know what about you?” you huffed wryly. “I do not know who you are, you—”

The frigidity hit you first—it was acute, stinging, and miserable. It pierced your skin, freezing you right to the bone all across your body. You didn’t realise it was really only touching your face until it stopped.

“Now that weren’t a very prudent answer, m’lady. You gots a be’ah one?”

“What do you mean? What do you mean?” This time, you were entirely sincere in your confusion: you were so breathless and so cold you couldn’t quite remember what he’d asked you, much less figure out how to answer. And you didn’t know what he had done to you—your senses were too restricted and disoriented for that—but you knew you didn’t want him to do it again, ever.

But then he heaved a sigh, and your heart seizing with realisation, you tensed for—

A thick, heavy paw clamped over your mouth and nose, the now smothering cloth across your face tight against your nostrils. And it was damp, now. It was then that you realised what exactly was happening: he was pouring water on you, right onto you, and you couldn’t breathe.

For minutes—or perhaps seconds, instants, but for a long time, you clawed at your restraints and jerked around on the board, all in vain, all the while flailing to tell whether you were inhaling or exhaling. Filthy water cascading down your nose, muddy panic flooding up your airway, you begged, you sobbed, for it to stop.

Could he hear? Could he understand?

“Anything, I shall tell you anything,” you screamed—your drowning mind screamed—your drowned mouth tried to scream.

Would you drown? Would you die here?

And then it stopped. The water stopped. The pleading and the pain did not.

You heaved as much as you could while still strapped to the board, your lungs shrieking for air.

Air, air, air—

Please, please, please—

“Bleedin’ toffah,” scoffed your tormentor. “Y’need a minute t’stop bla’erin’ nonsense, does you? Blasted no-abilities can’t ’andle nuffin’, not even a bi’ ov fisherman’s dau’er wivout all the box ov toys…”

Quivering with panic and hiccuped tears, you listened to him walk away and sluggishly understood that you indeed hadn’t spoken aloud. A quiet, drenched part of you was grateful—and ashamed that you had tried to—but largely you were horrified that this meant he would return and that meant the water would return and—

The suffocating material, with your shaking, falls, falls to the floor but more importantly falls off. You gasp with relief, even if you still can’t see or breathe clearly from the force of your sobs. Through blurry vision, however, you actually managed to see where you were: a warehouse, dusty and empty, nothing of note, nothing of use… But it’s so bare that your darting eyes notice holes in the wall with wires sticking out—wires not entirely covered in rubber. Naked wires.

And you started to properly calm down as a plan took shape…

“Awite, m’lady, I ’ope you— Wo’ the—!”

Your gaze shot to the man approaching you, walking out of the shadows, and your brow jumped up. That nose, that jawline, that forehead—those were memorable features that you had seen before, that you had seen on Miss Algar’s nurse. You had a rapid stream of thoughts then—of course, of course, William would have accepted a recommendation from his murderous employee about whom to hire for their witness!—but it was dammed by the stony look on your present company as he stormed over to you. Close up, he was a veritable boulder, large and robust, strong- and angry-looking.

“You seen me face!”

You blinked up at him. It had escaped you that anyone knowing his identity would be a big deal to him, but yes, you had seen his face, and you weren’t likely to forget it.

“Dratted Barney Rubble,” he snarled as his calloused hand grabbed at the board you were lying on.

You went rigid in anticipation as he dragged the board—and, you realised now, it was more of a worktable with wheels—in the direction whence he’d come. But when you saw where he was taking you, a rusting basin double the volume of a clawfoot slipper tub, your rising fear went the way of your previous panic. The plan was solidifying.

Chest tightening, you steeled yourself to do just one last little thing…

“Y’re gonna give me the answers oi want,” he muttered, “’cause y’re a ’ole lotta wo’k, m’lady. Take my lump of ice and make this wurf my while, eh?”

His sinister chuckle was the last thing you heard before he threw cloth once more over your head and your ears greyed out with a dull pounding. You knew what was coming. And you had just enough time to hold your breath; then the water started pouring.

For as long as you could, you resisted, determined not to feel that tidal wave of wild terror and compromise your honour again. And you made it over the first swell. You even fought down some of the second surge of rolling nausea and desperate fright! But confound it, how did the water keep coming, simply water and water and—

“Gaugh!”

Exhale—

No, no, no—

Inhale—

Water, constant, splashing, filling—

You gagged as it invaded what should have only had air.

Water, crisp, biting, freezing—

And you kept gagging, unable to find equilibrium now that your defence had crumbled.

Water, mucky, churning, nauseating—

You panted for oxygen, but in its stead your mouth sucked in liquid and moistened cloth. Your only recourse was this: The plan. The plan, the plan, the plan. Remember the plan.

And after some eternity, the tide receded, the pounding quieted, and the sinister chuckle repeated.

“Well, yer maiden-crypt?” he questioned. “’Ow much’s ’olmes know ’bout me an’ the ole Draylus—whatsit—Mistuh ’onourable E’mund?”

The plan. The plan. The plan.

You nodded rapidly under the cloth and rasped out, “Yes, I—I shall tell— He— Mr Holmes, he knows that— Oh, oh goodness— But he still cannot be certain whether—”

There was a rattling slam, and you didn’t have to pretend to flinch. “Ge’ i’ togever!” he shouted. “Oi don’t understa’ nuffin’ y’re sayin’!”

Pushing past your dread, you yanked at your restraints and cried, “Forgive me. Please, forgive me—I shall tell you anything, but no more water, please, please, I cannot—”

You allowed a bit of the hysteria you were feeling deep within your ribcage to spill out in gasping breaths and incoherent pleas. It was cathartic, but above all, it worked.

“Damnation,” he hissed through clenched teeth as he threw away the rag on your head and untied the straps around your arms and legs. “Wou’ja calm it now, m’lady? Oi promise you, no mo’ wa’er iv you tell me—”

Sitting up and scanning the room to reorient yourself, you let his aggravated appeasements wash over you, and when you were ready, with a deep breath, you leapt off the table and shoved him into the basin.

It was deep enough that his head actually went underwater, his shoulders banging into the bottom. You didn’t wait for him to regain his senses and scramble back to the surface.

“Please, God, let this work,” you whispered, grabbing the closest wire exposed in the wall. You shoved it into the water, as close to the man thrashing for purchase in the basin as you dared—but nothing happened.

Sherlock’s face flashed in your head, animated as he explained open and closed circuits. Open: no current. You glanced back at the hole in the wall and saw more heads of copper. Need current. Grinding your jaw, you snatched one with your free hand and had your hard-earned breath knocked right out of you.

Electric agony jumped out of the wires and punched straight through you. Your body felt crumpled from top to bottom with the force of it.

But through the contractions violently commanding your muscles, Sherlock’s voice rang out between your ears: “Electricity shall move more easily through the pump water…” Well, this water was dirtier than any pump water, certainly more so than Sherlock’s fancy deionised stuff.

“…but it always takes the most direct path.”

Move, you ordered yourself, struggling to eye the “most direct path” through the sweaty haze of sheer hurt. Move. Move. MOVE.

Just as your captor pushed his head out of the water, you threw your spasming fists open and watched the wires fall on opposite sides of the man. He screamed. He screamed, and you stumbled back, not so much because the volume deafened as because the despair punctured.

Between pushing him into the water and dropping the wires beside him passed mere seconds—seven, maybe eight—but your mind was hurtling at such breakneck speed with all the ways the plan could go wrong that it felt like you were waiting before you could finally leave him behind and run.

You did not run very well.

Your right leg was taut, the knee barely creaking along; your arms were dead weight at your sides, your entire torso felt weak and fuzzy, and the nerves throughout your body were quite literally fried.

But you did very efficiently drag yourself out of that crumbling building, onto the street, and down many sidewalks of the City in search of an area of London you recognised.

Dear Lord, is it snowing? was your first lucid thought. And it was. You hobbled along, pressing a palm to walls and fences to keep yourself upright and awake, and watched the flakes drift to the ground. The thought that now you would die, watered down as you were in freezing temperatures, entered your mind and was met with much less perturbation as the thought that you would die there had been. Perhaps because you would not be as ashamed to lose your life to nature as you would be to lose it to a hired killer. Or perhaps simply because you were in shock.

Yet your brain did not feel muddled, but rather cleared of many troubles, of thoughts as large and as weighted as pennies. Indeed, when the first person to approach you among all those giving you strange looks asked, “Madam, are you in need of assistance?”, you had an answer ready—

“I am. Please, know you the way to Baker Street?”

For with a mind newly cleared, you knew that you—even if it meant feeling exposed and embarrassed, even if it meant speaking of things you didn’t want to think about, even if it meant letting him in—would only ever want to go to one person for help, for safety: Sherlock Holmes.

Thank you for reading. If you stopped at the line break (provided by @firefly-graphics, whose graphics are very cool), you can DM me (or send an ask, but you’ll have to be off anon) and I’ll give you a summary. This is not necessary though; the skipped section has some character development and meaningful parallels, but nothing plot-wise that you can’t figure out in the next chapter. Everyone else, I hope you enjoyed the warehouse scene (which I am Quite dissatisfied with and will be revising the heck out of for AO3). I have no doubt that I screwed up some facts; to a certain extent, I did so knowingly for the plot, but still feel free to point out errors or inaccuracies with the science or the Cockney and I’ll hope to rectify them. Feedback is always welcome!

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Scars (Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader) Part 2

Warning: Reference/Implied Injuries - Bit of backstory for the Reader Words: 1.8k (Ye bit of a short one) Pronouns Used: She/Her - Use of Y/N

A/N - Sorry for the delay.

The rescue seemed to be taking forever, or so Wolffe thought. The seemingly endless darkness made time slow down or even come to a stop completely. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours felt like days. Although Wolffe was certain it had been days, the quietness certainly wasn't helping his haunted mind keep hold of the sanity he had left nor keep his persistently yelling thoughts at bay. The only reassurance he had was (Y/N). Although she had since lost consciousness again, the call of sleep gripped her longer as she fought to keep her energy.

"Cat'ra," called Wolffe, attempting to be soft when he heard her pained gasps. However, his attempt resulted in a pained growl of his own. "Help is coming; just hold on a little longer," spoke the Commander, reaching out to pull the Jedi a little closer; he wanted to help, needed to help her. Despite the terrible start to their journey together, he found himself unable to bear losing her or anyone else for that matter. "Don't give up on me, Cat'ra," he added, attempting to will her awake or at least make her a little more comfortable than she was before.

"Commander Wolffe," Plo said in a fuzzy voice just as the dim light far above shone down on the pair. The LAAT was so far above it almost seemed like a star in the darkened sky, the high beams being the course of the dim light shining down. "Are you and (Y/N) able to use the cables?" asked Plo, his normally calm voice filled with a mixture of urgency and concern.

"(Y/N)'s barely conscious, General. I'm pretty banged up too," replied Wolffe, once again reaching over to (Y/N), this time without the previous hesitation. Gently, he pulled her closer, holding on to her as if she were the temporary gravity replacement. Trying to stem the bleeding long enough for help to reach them. Mentally, the commander scolded himself; why hadn't he done this sooner, just pushed aside his conflicted feelings and her distrust? A sudden wave of determination washed over Wolffe. He wasn't going to lose someone else. He'd lost all his brothers in the Abregado system and failed so many when the Grevious showed the power of his super weapon, the Malevolence.

"Commander," whispered (Y/N), shortly before a sharp pain rippled through Wolffe's arm, followed by the sensation as the pain wracking his body numbed and became obsolete. Quickly, Wolffe grabbed her hand as it fell, only now noticing she'd had hold of something this entire time. Stem cell injections. They were empty now, although it soon dawned on the commander why.

"No, no, no," grumbled Wolffe, examining the three vials with haste, hoping to find one with something in, "Why did you do that, Cat'ra?" almost yelled the commander, urgency flooding his voice and his actions as he attempted to keep (Y/N) awake. She seemed to enjoy defying him, making him think and wonder.

"Commander," called Comet from above, Boost and Sinker following behind on the cables. No doubt, Warthog was keeping the ship steady, and General Plo was waiting for their return. Wolffe reluctantly shifted his gaze to the three descending through the long chasm he and (Y/N) had fallen down. Once the trio had reached them, they quickly got to work. Sinker connected Wolffe to the spare line before signaling for Plo to pull him up, much to the commander's protest.

"How bad is she, Comet?" asked Sinker, suspecting it was worse than any of them liked to think, especially if Wolffe's reaction was anything to go by.

"She has internal bleeding. I can cut the pain, but we need to get her to a medical facility," answered Comet, quickly administering the painkillers before carefully maneuvering (Y/N) into the harness. Upon completing the task, Boost wasted little time attaching her to his own line before being hoisted up. Comet and Sinker retrieved (Y/N)'s lightsabers and what remained of Wolffe's smashed armor before returning to the ship themselves.

"She ... She saved me," muttered Wolffe when the ship began to make its way towards the base. His mismatched eyes locked on (Y/N) lying on a stretcher across from him. Plo was between them, with Comet, Boost, and Sinker holding onto the overhead rings. "How can I repay her?" he whispered, finally settling to sort through his muddled and complicated mixture of feelings. Of all things he felt almost afraid, his mind had settled enough to tell him he owed her a debt and one that couldn't easily be repaid.

"(Y/N) has always been defiant, Commander, even to the Council," worded Plo with fondness as he remembered the years spent training her. She was stubborn but also empathic and warm-hearted. At times, she didn't care to hold back her thoughts; instead, she voiced them regardless of such consequences. Many times, had traits from her life before the Jedi shone through—traits from her time as a Sith.

"How so?" asked Comet, allowing his curiosity to get the better of him. Even more so when Plo spoke so fondly, as a father would for their daughter, rather than how a Jedi Master would speak of their former Padawan.

"She has a way of wording things. Direct and normally sarcastic, it is not unusual for her to disguise cleverly worded insults. Nor is it out of the ordinary for her to disregard orders," replied Plo, recalling some of the times she'd completely ignored orders. She did so during her final assignment as his Padawan. The council had called her back after deeming the assignment a lost course. (Y/N) However, refused to leave the people of Lothal to fend for themselves when they clearly needed help. So she stayed and completed her original assignment, although it had come at a cost.

"What was her specialty?" voiced Wolffe, lying back on his own stretcher once he was certain (Y/N) wouldn't be going anywhere. The question gained the attention of both Plo and his brothers.

"I'm not sure one would call it a specialty," replied Plo, trying to find the best words to answer the question. There were many things his former Padawan was skilled at, from combining lightsaber forms in combat to her vast knowledge. There were many times when she fiddled with something as a padawan. "But, (Y/N) does have an unequaled knowledge of the underworld, a web of connections few others could hope for. There is little that happens there without her knowing of it."

"And she isn't in command of the Commandoes?" Boost unintentionally voiced, a combination of shock and surprise lacing his voice. The trooper was thankful for his helmet as it concealed the horror painted on his features, even more so when he hadn't intended for his thoughts to be heard.

"I thought she already was," commented Wolffe, vaguely remembering Gregor mentioning a Dathomirian Jedi leading Foxtrot's unit through a particularly grueling battle. Of course, Gregor made some jokes about it, although he didn't mention the Jedi's name. Nor did the Commando give any details about them outside of being Dathomirian.

"She took over command of the 916th Batallion after the death of Master Cove Kenari," stated Plo, recalling the sudden loss of the great Jedi Master. He'd given his life in an attempt to deliver relief aid to one of the many planets suffering from the war, and the small number of troopers with him had also fallen. All of them had perished as heroes.

"Wait, are you saying she didn't have her own battalion before?" Comet asked, putting the pieces together and finding only confusion and more questions. Plo, on the other hand, gave nothing away, instead placing a taloned hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, gifting her with comfort and calming her racing mind—numbing her pain and suffering for a little while.

"(Y/N)'s journey has been different from that of a regular Jedi. Because of this, many within the Order distrust her; many have found it difficult to look past her heritage or her ties to the Sith. Fear often clouds the minds of those who brand her the enemy," said Plo, sadness seeming to echo through his voice, even more so as he remembered the pain and all the suffering she'd been through over the years. On several occasions, he'd found himself wondering if (Y/N)'s affliction with the underworld was by her own choice or forced upon her by those who had so heartlessly judged and claimed her the enemy.

"Where will she go from here?" asked Sinker, failing to hold back the bugging question. Although he suspect Plo would want her to stay a little longer, if the council collectively decided otherwise or the senate declared differently, then (Y/N) would be sent somewhere else entirely. Perhaps she would command the 916th again if they hadn't been assigned a more permanent Jedi General, or maybe she'd be tasked with an undercover operation more suited to her skill set, at least after she recovered.

"Shaak Ti requested her assistance on Kamino" replied Plo, recalling the orders coming through. (Y/N) had been there assisting Shaak Ti before being called to replace Cove Kenari as general of the 916th. "Rest assured, she'll be with another who cares for her. The assignment will work to her skill set," reassured Plo. Soon after he voiced his words, the LAAT landed in the shipyard. In a whirlwind of minutes blending together, the group aboard went separate ways. Comet and Boost took (Y/N) to the medbay, followed by Sinker and Warthog with Wolffe. Sinker cracks a few jokes to try to lighten the mood.

Plo, on the other hand, found himself in the communication center. He listened to the latest war effort updates from other generals and Jedi commanders scattered across the torn galaxy. He delivered his own at the same time, reporting the incident with Wolffe and (Y/N) and the known injuries, at least alerting Shaak Ti, who quickly requested regular updates as if she were a mother concerned for her child.

"If you are to remove (Y/N) from the 916th," started Plo, remaining calm despite his growing frustration and agreement with Anakin regarding the pointless move the council had collectively made. I recommend assigning her to the Commandoes; they already respect her, perhaps more than they do others," he added, recalling the Commandos' obvious dislike, almost hatred, for Mace Windu and their habit of ignoring the majority of the order and senate.

"I agree," declared Obi-Wan shortly after, followed by Anakin and Shaak Ti. After a few moments of thinking, Yoda nodded in agreement before wording the latest orders for (Y/N). Once she was ready to return to the battlefield and complete her assignment on Kamino, she was to take command of the Commando units and work closely with the other Jedi spread so thinly across the war-torn galaxy.

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Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter Six: A cupid among us?

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au! Word count: 4127 Genre: slow burn, almost fluff? idk lol Author: maari Warnings: mentions about death, teasing, reader having her nipples erect (like i really don't know how to put this in better words lol) Note: This is waaay to shorter that i planned i'm so sorry but i hate making you wait so long so i thought i should post this part before things start to get interesting 👀 it's not proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes Summary: Now that the princess has to face the Lee family, it looks like someone is lending a helping hand.

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Y/N came out of the trance she was in when heard a stronger and more insistent knock on the door, she blinked a few times before brushing her hair away from her face.

"You may come in!" she spoke and when the door was opened, seeing the Queen enter she moved away from the window she was leaning against.

“Y/N. Good Morning!"

"Good Morning!" the princess smiled cordially and saw the Queen point to the bed, she sat on the edge while the Queen sat a little further in front of her.

“Did you get breakfast? The maids said you weren't feeling well, so you didn't come down to join us at the table."

Y/N gulped, not wanting to make a bad impression on the royal family on her first day at court, but the shame she felt, along with the headache, from last night was eating her alive.

She wouldn't know how to react in front of Mark and Jeno being in the same room, so like the coward she felt, just declined the invitation to have breakfast with the family and stayed in her room. She was working up the courage to get together with the others.

Not that she thought she'd done anything terrible like Jeno had said the night before but she couldn't explain it, she felt so confused.

“I did, thank you very much!”

The queen smiled, lowering her head as she swayed and Y/N frowned.

“You know, you and Jeno are very different but you have one thing in common.” the princess remained silent, waiting for the answer. “When words are not true, the eyes do not reflect them.”

That left the princess speechless.

Was it really that obvious that she was lying?

All she gave in response was a tired sigh.

She didn't know how to explain to the queen the confusion that had been in her head since she found out about the agreement between the kingdoms, she didn't want to be inconvenient or ungrateful.

If a better future between both kingdoms was being built, it was thanks in part to the queen and Taeyong.

"Although I understand, Jeno is a very private guy. It's hard to decipher him."

Y/N smirked, emotionless. She couldn't disagree.

"He was also restless at breakfast, which is unusual. I thought he was concerned about your well-being but now I see there's more to it."

The princess didn't know why she felt her heart sink at the thought of making the Lee family's breakfast worse.

And by the looks of it, she wasn't managing to hide it as well as she'd thought.

"You know him better than I do." Y/N looked down and started playing with the comforter on the bed.

"But it took me a long time." The queen admitted and continued to stare at Y/N that wasn't bothered more than uneasy. "Do you know the story of Jeno's mother?"

The princess lifted her head, staring at the queen curiously, just shaking her head.

"I don't remember exactly, I was little when she passed away." and it wasn't as if the kingdom's newspapers were going to emphasize the subject, she thought.

“Haechan and Jeno are twins, you probably know that.” Y/N nodded in agreement. They were the exact opposite of each other but they were twins. “The Queen Mother has always personally taken care of social projects. With people from the deaf community, work in hospitals and orphanages. Even when she became pregnant with the twins, she kept her entire schedule. Against the king's wishes, he wanted her to rest in the palace. As you can see, stubbornness runs in this family.” the queen chuckled and Y/N smiled. Not that it was news to her. “After she gave birth to the boys, she stayed away from social projects for a few months but she felt useless, she thought she wasn't fulfilling her role as queen so when she saw that the boys didn't need her so much, the queen mother went back to social work.” the queen sighed, looking away for a few seconds and the princess prepared herself for the tragic point of the story. “When the boys were about to turn one year old, she participated in an event at an orphanage in one of the poorest neighborhoods in the kingdom. The place went up in flames with the Queen Mother and the children still inside.” Y/N felt her eyes fill with tears just imagining the scene. “The Queen Mother was able to help evacuate the entire building and saved most of the children on her own but she…did not save herself.”

The princess swallowed hard, looking away from the queen's sad expression. The only thing she knew was that her parents had gone to the funeral, it was the only truce that lasted more than 6 months between the kingdoms.

But she didn't know the seriousness of that situation.

“How did the…fire happen?” Y/N asked quietly.

“A group of anarchist rebels who did not agree with the king's public policies learned that the queen would be there and decided to place a bomb near the official car. But the bomb went off before she could get out and ended up setting the whole building on fire.”

The princess felt a strange shiver through her body that passed through her neck and she tried to pass her hand in that region to make it stop. She was not easily impressed with this type of subject, she watched police series and documentaries with darker themes, she didn't know why that story had moved her so much.

"Were arrested?"

The queen nodded quickly.

“Maximum security prison, life sentence.” the princess shook her head. It was fair, an attack on the queen was a direct attack on the monarchy. The list of crimes was huge, starting with treason. “Jeno was the only one who, when turned 18, went to visit the killers.”

Y/N looked at the queen instantly, completely shocked.

"What?" she asked in disbelief. “Did Jeno visit the men who killed his mother? Why?"

He's crazier than I realized, she thought.

“He said he needed to understand why they had done it.” Y/N frowned so hard, not understanding, that her eyes practically closed.

“And he went and came back? That simple?"

Jeno didn't seem to be violent but the princess couldn't imagine that he would have gone there just to talk to his mother's killers, because if it were her, she knew she wouldn't control herself.

“Whatever answer he went looking for, maybe he found it, he never spoke. Jeno is a person of peace.”

Y/N instantly raised an eyebrow.

Jeno was a person of peace, except with her.

"This pet peeve of yours is literally going to end in marriage." the queen laughed.

“Not for the reason you think.” Y/N countered.

“Isn’t?”

The princess faced the queen who maintained a calm and… experienced look.

“You speak as if you know how I feel.” she said, curious.

The queen got up from the bed and Y/N looked confused, not wanting her to leave now.

“I didn't like Taeyong at first either.”

"No?"

The princess couldn't believe it, they had envious chemistry.

“He was always so intimidating, and our marriage was arranged too, I always thought I would never love him.” she shrugged and Y/N was surprised at the sincerity in the queen's words.

“And what changed?”

The queen smiled widely, her gaze lost in memories she wouldn't share but which the princess knew were good.

“Our marriage, I started to see him for what he really is. A good man, a great leader and a fantastic husband.” she approached Y/N and placed her hand on the princess's shoulder. “You will be queen soon Y/N, you two need to deal with maturity in order to be able to lead the people. You must have confidence in each other and in the mission entrusted to you since you were born. Put your weight on Jeno too, he'll be on your side of the throne no matter what. You need to let him carry that with you.”

The princess took a deep breath, taking into consideration everything the queen had said and pondering, in the end she nodded in agreement.

Maybe she needed to have heard that advice from someone who wasn't so connected to her history of enmity and hatred with Jeno, someone neutral.

The queen smiled knowingly at her and left the room in silent steps, not even the slamming of the door Y/N paid attention to because the queen's words echoed through her head.

One thing she needed to start admitting, she needed Jeno. As much as he needed her.

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“Haechan, no!”

“Oh come on, Y/N, stop being sedentary.” Y/N glared at him.

It wasn't laziness or a sedentary lifestyle as he said, but the princess still had cramps. The pain had lessened considerably but she still felt a bit of an itch from time to time, it had nothing to do with the fact that she was avoiding Jeno or Mark.

No, she was mature enough not to be afraid of bumping into one of the two.

Or at least that's what she tried to convince herself.

“You asked me what you could do in the castle, I gave you an option.” he complained.

"Swim in the pool!" she replied in disbelief.

“It will do your head good, it will cool your… thoughts.” Haechan gave her a suggestive look and she snorted.

She wasn't going to take advice from him, not at all.

"Get out!" she pointed to the door and Haechan rolled his eyes theatrically but had a crooked smile.

"I'll be in the garden if you change your mind." he hummed before slamming the door behind him and Y/N sighed loudly, putting her hands over her face.

She could hear the voices of her parents in her head saying that this was not the attitude of a future queen, hiding in her room until this week was over was not an option.

She was being cowardly.

And the fact that Haechan had dropped by to see how she was feeling had made it clear that she was arousing suspicion.

Though she was thankful it hadn't been Mark or Jeno who'd come there.

The first one, because the castle had eyes and ears everywhere, rumors would start echoing through the halls the moment Mark stopped at her door, and because he was probably just as embarrassed as she was.

As for the second, the princess was sure he wouldn't show up in her room so early to be nice, not after Jeno made it clear that he was angry with her.

Y/N sighed loudly and took her hands off her face, staring at the ceiling and then at the room she was in. Mentally debating with herself whether she should even consider Haechan's idea.

"Have courage, no one will send you to the guillotine." She told herself and convinced, got out of bed before she could give up.

She decided not to change now, first would take a walk around the castle and talk a little with the royal family so she didn't seem more antisocial than she already was, and then when she felt comfortable swimming, would go back to her room and change into her bathing suit.

She greeted some servants on the way and explored corridors of the castle that she hadn't seen until now. She noticed a certain resemblance between her own house and the Lee family castle and it almost felt like home.

Unconsciously or even fate, the princess reached the pool that Haechan insisted so much for her to go to. The crystalline water of the pool that was a little bigger than her own caught her attention and Y/N moved closer to face the water better.

She liked to reflect as she watched small waves form and if she took off the shoes she was wearing, she could get her feet wet before swimming.

She had changed her mind but hadn't gone to meet Haechan in the garden. She needed a moment alone but apparently that would be impossible even in a castle as big as this one.

As she approached the pool, noticed that on the other side black shoes were standing near the edge, her gaze went up to the also black pants and the white button-down shirt that had the first 2 open, leaving the neck free for Y/N to recognize in the same minute, she swallowed when her gaze went up to Jeno's face and eyes were already fixed on her.

Though his hair fell over his eyes, she could still see how serious they were, it was impossible to miss. Mainly because his lips were pressed together in a thin line and his nostrils were flared.

Excellent.

Of all the people she could have bumped into first in that place, it had to have been Jeno.

If she knew Haechan, she'd say he did it on purpose.

Y/N wanted to hide her sweaty hands in her pockets but her dark pants didn't have any and once again she noticed that they were dressed the same, as if they were siamese twins.

It was funny, it was so pathetic, they were even unintentionally acting like a freaking couple. Again.

Only this time, the princess didn't know what to do. Should she approach Jeno? Talk to him? But if she did, what would she say?

The way he was staring at her wasn't helping her figure out what to do, so all she did was start to walk away from the pool, turning her back on Jeno as her stomach fluttered with anxiety.

She wasn't going to act like a coward, but she wasn't prepared to run into him right away!

“Decided to leave the room, princess?” she heard Jeno's voice echo through the room and it stopped her, not only because his tone was firm but also because it was cold.

Yeah, he was still angry and she couldn't understand why.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to control the urge to give him a rude retort, and turned to face him.

“Haechan told me that I would like the pool here.” she replied, trying to soften her tone but Jeno's expression of pure mockery was irritating her to the core.

He laughed wryly and nodded in agreement.

“Scheduled another date with one of my brothers.” he raised his eyebrows and the princess blinked, trying to understand if she had heard right.

But Jeno's expression didn't change, so she knew he was serious, so she crossed her arms and took a few steps towards him, still keeping a safe distance.

“If I had known you and your bad temper would be here, I would have gone to the library or somewhere far away from you!” she snapped, feeling her blood begin to boil with anger.

"Of course, and why don't you go there now?" he pointed forward and Y/N rolled her eyes. “Mark usually studies at the library at this time.” he completed sarcastically and the princess got irritated.

“I don't want you to make that kind of insinuation, Lee!” she pointed her finger at him, making him chuckle.

“And you want me to do what? A round of applause?" he asked and then did as he was told, clapping his hands together twice in a loud sound, turning his back on the princess who felt her whole face burn with rage.

She exhaled slowly through her mouth and wrinkled her nose in anger, her heart was beating too fast and her hands itched.

“I want you to drown.” she replied before taking two steps forward and pushing Jeno's back into the pool.

Before he could even understand what had happened or complain, he had already fallen into the pool in a jump that splashed water everywhere and Y/N didn't even care that she got wet, she was too happy to see Jeno rise to the surface with his face in pure shock.

He smoothed his hand over his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes and searching her with his gaze, the princess laughing at the edge.

"Are you crazy?” he asked and she just raised her eyebrow as she focused on looking only at Jeno's face.

The impulse made her forget that he was wearing a white shirt and now his shoulders were showing thanks to the transparency of the fabric.

“Did you really need to do this?” he pointed at himself and the princess hesitated for a few seconds as her eyes fell on his wet body.

"Maybe, you now cool your hot head." she replied in the same ironic tone that Jeno had used before and she almost laughed for having used the same train of thought as Haechan.

Jeno snorted and held out his hand to Y/N who stared at him in confusion.

“Hurry up, help me out of here, this water is freezing.” he asked and she laughed out loud.

“I will not help you, you will pull me.” she replied, watching Jeno stare at her in boredom.

“How old do you think I am?” he asked seriously and approached the edge, still with his hand outstretched. “If I wanted to pull you into the pool, I would have done it already.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if she really believed what he was saying. Jeno had his other hand leaning on the edge of the pool, if he really wanted to throw her there, he just had to pull her legs.

She sighed and gave up, she had already made him shut up and anyway, she extended her hand to help him and when Jeno held her palm, in addition to the difference in temperature between them making Y/N's skin crawl, she caught a glimpse of his grin before she felt him pull her hand hard.

The princess only managed to scream his name before and fell into the pool, still under the water she heard Jeno's laugh and climbed up as quickly as possible to catch her breath. With her mouth open in surprise, she could tell that she had felt betrayed, by Jeno and her own head.

He'd said he wouldn't pull her and she'd believed the cheap trick.

"You idiot!" she splashed her hands on the water to make it splash on his still laughing face, and then brushed her wet hair from her face as her body began to shiver.

Jeno was right, the water was very cold.

“We are even, princess.” she glared at him and slammed her hand into the water again. Once, twice, three times… until Jeno raised a hand to block the water.

"You're just not more of an asshole than you already are due to lack of space" Y/N spoke louder and her eyes automatically followed Jeno's raised arm.

Well, she wouldn't have noticed the way the veins were standing out if the shirt sleeve hadn't been so tight against his body. She had never noticed how big Jeno's hand was, the long fingers practically covered his entire face and the only thing she remembered with that vision of him wet in front of her was the dream she had the other day.

Okay, it had only been a dream but his warm palm still felt like it was burning her skin as she held onto his body and a voice in the back of her mind told her that she should make the dream come true.

The scenario wasn't so different after all.

She had already caught a glimpse of Jeno's chest a few times, when he insisted on not wearing decent clothes, but now she could get a better view. Of course, the transparent cloth still got in the way a little but there she was, staring at Jeno's broad and strong chest like there was no tomorrow.

As if she wasn’t even mad at him for pulling her into the pool.

Suddenly, the water in the pool didn't seem so cold anymore.

“Take a picture, princess, it will last longer.” Y/N heard Jeno's voice in the distance and she blinked a few times when he lowered his head enough for her to see his smirk.

Y/N looked back at his face, her brow furrowed, and didn't understand the glint in his eyes.

"What?"

“Clearly you are liking what you see!” pointed at himself and Y/N felt his pretentious tone run straight to her cheeks.

"No I'm not." she denied it, of course, so as not to lose her habit.

It wasn't like she was going to admit out loud that she was finding the guy super hot.

"No?" he asked, raising his eyebrow without taking the smile off his face. “Then why are you excited?”

The princess felt her face sag and her mouth drop as her voice was lost in her own throat.

What?

"Huh?" was all she could say and Jeno laughed, so much so that he tipped his head back and she had the privilege of a wide view of his neck and Adam's apple.

Why did she feel like her whole body was suddenly too hot?

Jeno wasn't even all that, duh!

Bad liar, that's what she told herself.

“Are you going to laugh or are you going to explain to me where you got that absurd idea?” Y/N raised her hand, waiting for an answer.

But all Jeno did was point to the princess's chest, who uncomprehendingly looked down at her own body. Y/N was even more shocked when she saw her nipples showing, bristly. Because of the cramps and pain she was feeling, she had stopped wearing bra. Although her shirt was white, it wasn't transparent so that someone would notice that she was without a bra. Well, until now.

Her instinct made her cross her arms in front of her body in order to cover her wet body that seemed to be on fire, as well as her face.

She shook her head to herself and looked back at Jeno, he kept the same expression and the same little smile that kept annoying her, if she stayed there any longer she would go crazy.

"I hate you!"

"It's not what your body is saying."

“I'm not excited!” she responded louder and Jeno laughed again, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't quite believe what she was saying. "I'm cold and it's your fault."

“But I bet you're burning up inside.” he blinked one eye and Y/N felt her throat go dry.

Okay, that was getting too much for her!

Without having anything to say, she just turned her back on Jeno and headed for the pool ladder with her arms still covering her chest, she just pulled away to get out of the pool, huffing as she felt the heavy pants on her body.

She got out of there listening to Jeno laughing still in the pool and almost went back to stick his head in the water. If she wasn't so embarrassed, she could have grabbed one of the towels that were nearby but all she wanted was to get away from Jeno and that vision of his chest that flooded her mind in a way that she didn't even understand why.

Okay, he was strong so what? That wasn't why her body should have reacted that way.

But she could blame the temperature of the pool, it was freezing, after all, the nipples were bristly because of it. It isn’t?

Even her own body denied what she said.

The princess tightened her arms against her body more and more as she thought about what she had just witnessed, Jeno would never leave her alone again, not that she had had the illusion that he would ever do that but now the game had become much more interesting for him.

Her troubled thoughts were interrupted when she saw Mark's figure standing on the other side of the castle as she prepared to climb the stairs, she swallowed hard the urge to talk to him about last night, if there was anything to be said, and when he looked her up and down silently questioning what had happened, she just grimaced and shrugged, heading upstairs shortly after.

She didn't want to avoid Mark, but right now she wouldn't be the best company for him.

Mainly because the image of wet Jeno wouldn't get out of her head and the idiot was right, she was burning up inside.

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