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in the lion's keep

WARNING/S: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. Yandere. Noncon. Dubcon. Power Imbalance. Forced Pregnancy. Captivity. Manipulation. Psychological and Physical Control. Violence. Emotional Distress. Character/s: King Callixto x Servant!Reader Note/s: A commission for @violetvase. I hope you enjoy this one!

From this series: Silent Servitude [pt. 1] | The Lion's Shadow [pt. 3]

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Your mother has always been your biggest supporter.

She never once stifled your dreams, no matter how small or ambitious they were. When you insisted on selling flowers in the town square on behalf of the old florist to earn your own keep, she worried, but she did not stop you. Your parents feared for your safety, but your older siblings watched over you, making sure no harm would come your way.

It lasted for months—until children your age began disappearing, vanishing one after another without a trace.

Your siblings stopped letting you leave the house after that. The warm sun, the scent of fresh bread in the marketplace, the laughter of the townsfolk—it all became distant, mere memories behind locked doors. You were forced to watch the world from behind wooden shutters, longing for the life you had barely begun to taste.

Years passed before they finally deemed it safe enough for you to step outside again. And when you did, you threw yourself into rebuilding.

With what little savings you had, you opened a food stall in the marketplace, selling treats that made both children and adults smile. Your business thrived. Customers returned with praises, telling you how much they enjoyed your cooking. It gave you a sense of purpose, a taste of the independence you had long craved.

Then, one night, your stall was stolen

Not just stolen—destroyed. Burned to ashes near the town's tavern.

No one saw anything. No one heard anything. No one even smelled the smoke.

The loss devastated you, snuffing out the fragile hope you had so desperately clung to. When you fell deeper into despair, your mother was the one who lifted you back up. She taught you the skills she had learned from years of working in the palace—how to clean, how to serve, how to navigate the world of nobility without drawing attention to yourself. You listened. You learned. And when she deemed you ready, you followed in her footsteps.

You had thought you were stepping toward a new beginning.

Instead, you walked straight into a gilded cage.

A warm calloused hand rubs slow circles over your bare stomach. Your body is sore, ruined, yet the touch is deceptively gentle—reverent even.

Callixto.

The King.

The man who had stolen you, body and soul, and refused to let go.

His breath is hot against your neck as he presses his lips there, inhaling you like a man intoxicated. He traces his fingers up your stomach, over your ribs, cupping your breast with possessive ease. You squeeze your eyes shut, bile rising in your throat as last night's memories resurface—the way he held you down, the way he filled you over and over until you were too weak to fight him.

“You're perfect,” he murmurs, rolling his hips against your back. “You'll be a wonderful mother to our children. The mother of my heirs… My queen.”

No.

Your breath shudders as you push weakly at his arm, but you might as well be trying to move stone. Your body betrays you—limp exhausted, drained of all strength.

How long has it been?

Days? Weeks?

You can't tell. The chamber windows are tinted, making it impossible to see the sun or the moon. And Callixto… Callixto never leaves your side for long. He lingers, watching you, touching you, whispering sweet, poisonous words into your ear.

The chambermaid is no help, either.

She either glares at you with thinly veiled disdain or ignores you completely, doing only what is required of her. You don't know why she hates you, but it doesn't matter. She's your warden all the same.

There's no one here for you. No mother, no siblings. No bustling marketplace or warm, flickering hearth waiting for you at home.

There's only this prison.

And him.

“Your Majesty,” the chambermaid's voice cuts through the heavy silence. “Lord Soleil awaits you at the gates.”

Callixto tenses, as if irritated by the reminder that the outside world still exists beyond these walls. His fingers dig into your hip as he thrusts forward once more, a sharp, punishing movement that sends a fresh wave of nausea rolling through you.

He finishes deep inside you, groaning against your skin. For a moment, he stays there, reveling in the feeling. Then, with agonizing care, he pulls out—only to press his fingers back inside, pushing his seed deeper.

A shiver wracks your body.

“I suppose I've stolen enough time for myself,” he murmurs, brushing damp hair away from your face.

You force yourself not to flinch.

Callixto cups your chin, tilting your face towards his. His golden eyes burn with something twisted, something sickeningly sweet. Then, he kisses you. A deep, lingering kiss that suffocates you more than any chain ever could.

“Stay here and be good,” he orders, his lips still brushing yours. “Let the chambermaid take care of you until I return.”

As if you have a choice.

As if you ever had a choice.

And when the doors finally close behind him, your body sags into the mattress, silent tears slipping down your cheeks. 

Not just for yourself.

But for the family you may never see again.

For the freedom that may never return.

And for the life that is no longer your own.

The towering walls of the chateau couldn't keep the rumors from reaching you. They were the only thing that kept you sane while you waited for him to return.

You heard whispers about a grand ball the Prime Minister held a few nights ago. It should've been a night of celebration, but instead, it ended in scandal. His wife, a noble woman and the daughter of a count, was caught in bed with a mere footman—nothing more than a commoner.

Lord Soleil, the Prime Minister, himself had walked in on them. The punishment was swift.

The footman was cast out with nothing, and the Prime Minister cut all ties with his wife and her family, erasing them from his life as if they had never existed.

A cruel fate. 

And yet you wondered…

Was it any crueler than yours?

“Perhaps this is why Lord Soleil was so determined to keep His Majesty away from the chateau—away from me. Not just to protect the royal bloodline, but to stop him from making the same mistake his wife did.” You sighed, your breath barely disturbing the still air.

“I can't even blame him. If I were in his position, I wouldn't want a common-born woman anywhere near the throne either. And yet, here I am—trapped in these gilded walls, reduced to nothing more than a vessel, waiting for the day my body finally serves its purpose.”

You leaned against the cool stone wall near the tinted windows, listening to the little birds outside as they carried rumors flitting between the flower beds. Their chatter was a fleeting distraction, a fragile moment of stolen peace—until it was shattered by the sound of heavy boots echoing through the halls.

The doors flew open, and there he stood. The King. Furious.

He called out your name—sharp, urgent, unrelenting—his voice slicing through the chateau hollow corridors like a blade. You didn't move. You barely even breathed. Instead, you pressed yourself against the cold stone wall, your fingers curling into your dress as his footsteps thundered across the marble floors.

He ran upstairs, frantic, taking the steps two at a time. He hadn't even noticed you standing near the windows, so close yet unseen. But you knew it wouldn't last. He always found you in the end.

Outside, the world had fallen eerily silent. The chattering birds had already fled the vicinity, as if sensing the storm brewing within these walls—taking their half-spun whispers with them. The rumor of the king's impending nuptials to a high-ranking noble still lingered in the air, unspoken yet suffocating.

And soon, he would come back down. And this time, he would see you.

Your name tore from his lips again—a furious, desperate plea. Before you could react, his hands found you, his grip ironclad around your arms.

“Where have you been?” His voice was raw, unsteady. His fingers dug in. “Didn't you hear me calling for you?”

“Y-Your Majesty…”

He shook his head. “No—my name.”

Bloodshot, unfocused eyes bore into you. Something was wrong. His gaze sent a slow, creeping dread up your spine.

“Say it.”

“C-Callixto…”

A slow nod. Then, his arms crushed you against him. “You're mine,” he murmured against your hair, his breath searing against your skin. “Forever mine. And I will be forever yours.”

The walls seemed to shrink around you.

“Callixto… Your Majesty… I can't breathe—” you rasped, struggling against his suffocating embrace. 

He didn't let go.

“Please…”

A beat of silence. Then, at last, he loosened his grip—but only slightly.

“Apologies, my queen,” he murmured, lifting your trembling hand to his lips.

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You had to calm him. You had to survive this.

You recalled your mother's old ways—how she soothed your father's anger, how she tamed your brothers’ tempers. Slowly, carefully, you reached for his cheek, brushing your fingers against his skin.

“Tell me your worries…”

“The royal court has been trying to push this woman onto me for as long as I can remember—something about securing the heir to the throne’s bloodline. The nerve of those fools,” he muttered, absently running his fingers through your hair as you lay atop him.

“If I wanted to, I could trace your family's lineage—alter it if necessary— and keep them out of our way.”

Listening to his monologue as you drift in and out of consciousness feels more exhausting than it should. You know you should try to persuade him to accept the will of his people, to yield to their demands—but deep down, you wonder if it would be easier if someone else had his full attention instead. If only he'd let you go.

“Perhaps we should secure an heir to the throne first… then we can look into your lineage…” he whispered, thrusting into you once more. His seed spilled from you as his movements grew more intense with every passing second.

Since then, it had become his ritual to fill you to the brim, keeping you in place—stuffed, trembling, and utterly his— until he was satisfied. Only then would he leave to rule his kingdom, but never without ensuring you remained exactly as he left you, his claim unmistakable. He controlled everything—the meals you ate, the tonics you drank—all carefully chosen to prepare your body for the sole purpose of carrying his heir.

You were his, and soon, you would bear proof of it.

It didn't take long for the signs to show.

The nausea. The exhaustion. The unbearable weight in your lower belly that told you something had taken root inside you.

And yet, luck has not abandoned you entirely.

Your chambermaid—a woman whose disdain for you was only rivaled by her loyalty to the royal court—had noticed. She must have. But instead of betraying your condition, she pressed a cold cloth to your forehead and muttered, “A commoner’s flu. Nothing more.”

A lie. A calculated one.

The King believed her.

But belief was fragile in a mind like his. It splintered easily.

His golden eyes flicked between the chambermaid and the royal physician, narrowed and gleaming, hungry for an answer that neither of them dared to give.

“Her color is pale,” Callixto murmured, pacing your chambers. His fingers twitched—fidgeting, trembling, curling into claws before stretching straight again. “She barely eats, barely moves. And yet you say it is nothing?”

The physician bowed his head. “It is a seasonal illness, Your Majesty. A touch of fever, some exhaustion—nothing that cannot be cured with rest.”

Callixto laughed—a dry, humorless sound. His nails dug into his palms, leaving little crescent moons of pain.

“Rest,” he echoed. His voice was a whisper of rage, of something darker crawling beneath his skin. “You think I have not noticed? She wilts before my very eyes, and you tell me to wait?”

The chambermaid stepped forward then, expression schooled into reluctant sympathy. “Your Majesty, she is weak. He kind does not fare well in the colder months. It is not surprising.”

Callixto stilled. His breathing slowed, deliberate, controlled—but his eyes never left her face.

“Weak?” The word came soft, almost thoughtful. “Is that what you believed?”

The chambermaid hesitated.

Something in the air shifted.

A warning.

Callixto's lips twitched—not in a smile, no. In something sharper. Something that showed his teeth.

“Fine,” he murmured. “If she must rest, then she will do so under your watchful eye. I want no one else near her.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

But as the King turned away, the chambermaid gaze flicked down—her fingers twitching at the pouch hidden beneath her apron. The weight of the promised coin.

The chateau felt emptier than ever one evening. The halls echoed with the distant clatter of preparations from the palace—the banquet, the foreign dignitaries, the noble guests.

A distraction.

And when the chambermaid entered your chambers, her usual sneer was absent. Instead, she carried a bundle of clothing.

“You need to leave tonight.”

Your stomach twisted. “Why?”

“Because I tire of wiping your sweat.” She threw the bundle onto your bed. “Because I want you gone.”

You swallowed hard. “And that's all?”

The chambermaid exhaled sharply. Something in her posture—something tired and worn—hinted at an answer she would never give.

“The palace gates will be open for the banquet. No one will be watching the chateau. Take the back corridors, follow the outer gardens. You are not important enough to be noticed.”

“What do you gain from this?”

A smirk tugged at her lips. “What I was promised.”

You should've asked by whom. But you didn't.

The scream shattered the night.

“WHERE IS SHE?”

The chambermaid barely had time to compose herself before the doors to your chambers slammed open, cracking wood against stone.

Callixto stood in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with each uneven breath. His pupils had swallowed the gold of his irises, leaving only thin rings of amber around black pits. His fingers curled at his sides, nails digging into his own skin, but he did not seem to notice the blood welling beneath them.

His gaze snapped to the bed. Empty.

Something inside him snapped with it.

“Where is she?” he repeated, stepping forward, his voice no longer a demand but a plea.

The chambermaid bowed, but her voice was steady. “Resting, Your Majesty. The fever worsened—”

“Liar.”

The word cut through the room like a blade. The chambermaid flinched.

Callixto's hands trembled. “She would not leave her bed unless someone forced her to,” he whispered. His tongue darted out, wetting his dry lips. “Unless someone… took her from me.”

He turned, suddenly—too suddenly—and grabbed the chambermaid’s wrist.

“You would not betray me, would you?”

The chambermaid swallowed.

“Of course not, Your Majesty.”

His grip tightened. Bones creaked.

“No, of course not,” he echoed, smiling now—serpentine, sharp. His head tilted. “Because if you had…” he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I would tear this palace apart. Brick by brick. And when I found her—oh, when I found her—”

He released her.

“Find her,” he murmured. “Or I will find you instead.”

The chambermaid bowed, stepping backward toward the door. “As you command.”

But she didn't turn fast enough to see his lips curl into something… inhuman.

He turned back to the empty bed, trailing a hand over the sheets as if he could still feel you there. His fingers ghosted over where your head had once rested, then curled into the pillow, dragging it close. He inhaled—deeply, desperately—like a starving man before a feast.

His eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh, my love,” he whispered to no one. “You can run, but you cannot hide.”

The night air was crip—freezing against your cheeks, but blissfully free.

You ran. Through the outer gardens, past the dim lanterns, past the drunken guards too enamored with wine and revelry to notice a shadow slipping past them.

You ran until the scent of the palace faded into the trees. 

Home. You had to go home.

But when you reached the village outskirts, you stopped.

Guards. Stationed outside your family's home.

You shrank into the shadows, heart hammering against your ribs. From where you hid, you could see the single candle in the window—dim, unmoving.

Not flickering.

Not alive.

A silent warning: Do not return.

Tears burned your eyes, but you forced yourself to turn away.

Not toward another village. Not toward a stranger's mercy.

But deeper into the forest.

Through the twisting paths only you knew, past the moss-covered stones and the brook where you once dipped your toes in summer. Past the memories. Past the ghosts.

And there, hidden beneath the tangle of overgrown branches, the shack still stood.

You and your siblings built it once—when you were small, when the world was gentler. A childish hideaway, pieced together from stolen nails and planks too weathered to be missed. A place of whispered secrets and stolen sweets, of giggling beneath a roof that bare kept the rain out.

It was nothing.

But it was enough.

You pushed the warped door open and stepped inside, the scent of damp wood wrapping around you like an old embrace. The cold bit at your skin, but you knew how to survive here. You always had.

With shaking hands, you pressed your back against the wall and slid to the floor.

Outside, the trees whispered.

Somewhere beyond them, the King was hunting.

But you would not be an easy prey.

Not here. Not yet.

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That day was different. Under the shade of that modest tent, surrounded by my companions, I found myself living a moment of connection and simplicity that I would never forget. The stove in front of us was alive, with smoke rising to tell stories of our daily struggles.

I sat there, holding a piece of dough in my hands, shaping it carefully as if it were a piece of art. The heat radiating from the fire made our faces glow, but it didn’t stop us from working with enthusiasm. The elder stood by the stove, adding firewood with confident movements and overseeing the baking process. I looked at him and wondered: how had those rough hands endured all those years of labor?

Everyone had their role. One of us prepared the dough, another tended to the fire, and someone else collected the freshly baked bread. Everything moved in harmony, like a musical ensemble playing a simple yet profound symphony.

It wasn’t just a moment of baking bread; it was a moment of belonging. I felt that despite the simplicity of the place and the hardships we faced, we possessed something no one could take away: our strength in unity and our value in working together.

When the bread was ready, we all sat together to share it. Warm loaves, my hands still covered in traces of flour, and my heart filled with satisfaction. I knew that this day would not be forgotten—not just because it brought bread to our lives, but because it added to our memories a lesson in dignity and giving.

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Note: My first time writing something like this…I had so much fun, I can’t even begin to explain LOLLL. Didn’t even expect to get this done today, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’m gonna try to tweak any errors over time, so if there’s any, just give me some grace. Enjoy, my luvlys!

~ Creds to @/omi-resources, @/anitalenia & @/dollywons for the dividers! ~

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NO Interact!!

Warning: Smut, MMF Reverse Harem (You, Zayne, and Caleb are in an established relationship togetherrrr), Breeding Kink, You’re hanging from the ceiling while they put in the work, Caleb and Zayne ARE KISSING and their cocks DO TOUCH!!!

Word Count: 4,066 (forgive me)

Summary: You believe that your boyfriends have forgotten your first anniversary, causing you to feel hurt and angry. But, you’re in for a special treat when you find that they didn’t.

Caleb/Zayne/Reader

Your eyes flutter open slowly and your inability to move is the always the first thing that puts a smile on your face. Behind you, Caleb holds you tight with a strong arm wrapped around your waist and his steady breath glides gently against the back of your neck. In front of you lays Zayne’s perfect and sleeping face, his expression calm and peaceful. His legs are entangled in yours and you wonder how anyone could go through life without having something so precious.

You’re not surprised that you’ve woken up before Zayne. Your body seems to be on a time clock because somehow, you manage to get up a few minutes before his alarm goes off, so you always greet him good morning. A few minutes pass and as anticipated, the alarm blares and Zayne’s beautiful eyes look into yours. He smiles softly, reaching behind him to grab his phone and shuts the alarm off. He huffs out a breath before looking back at you.

“Good morning,” you whisper.

“Good morning, love,” he answers sleepily. He presses a kiss to your nose and gets up to start getting ready for work at the hospital.

He didn’t say it. Maybe he needs a minute, you think.

When Zayne starts getting ready, you fall asleep again, but it’s typically only for another thirty minutes. When you wake up again, Caleb is gone too this time.

This is usually how mornings go for you guys. You’re up first, Zayne’s next so that he can get ready, you fall back asleep, and Caleb is eventually up and cooking breakfast. It’s always the smell of the tasty food he cooks that stirs you awake.

After you use the bathroom connected to your bedroom, you go back to your Alaskan King bed and fix the blankets and pillows. It’s warmer as summer approaches, so the AC is on and bathes the room in a comfortable chill temperature. In a tank top and some shorts, you make your way down the hallway to find your men already conversing and laughing quietly, still thinking you’re asleep.

Caleb’s strong back is on display as black sweatpants hang low on his hips while he cooks. Zayne is sitting at the island, presumably having a cup of coffee since you can smell the strong aroma. He’s in his classic white button up dress shirt and black slacks with his doctor’s coat hanging by the door, ready when he is.

You walk up to Zayne first, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looks over at you and you lean down to kiss his lips, something he believes gives him more energy than any cup of coffee.

You walk up to Caleb next and kiss his back, making him turn around and grin widely at you. You look down at the turkey bacon he’s cooking, feeling your belly rumble with hunger.

“Good morning, baby,” Caleb greets, removing himself from the stove to cup your face in his hand. He kisses you tenderly, mixing in just a little tongue as your hand rests on his jaw, feeling the soft strands of his hair tickling your fingers.

“Enjoying the show?” you playfully say to Zayne when you see how he looks between you two.

“I always do.”

“Hungry?” Caleb asks before flipping the bacon and getting more bread to make toast to pair with the omelette he’s already preparing.

“Starving,” you groan.

As the morning progressed and you’re all sitting down at the island, you feel your heart ache as no one brings up the fact that it’s your first anniversary. You could’ve, but you wanted to see if they remembered. It’s been a year since you three decided to be with each other instead of making anyone have to choose. You all loved one another dearly and would do anything to keep a smile on each other’s face.

You remember the day they both came to you and confessed that they’ve been in love with you for so long. It made your heart flutter with both adoration and nerves because you felt the same, but you couldn’t choose. You didn’t want to. But they eased all that worry when they told you that they felt the same way about each other. You knew in that very moment, you three were meant to be together for eternity.

You believe that growing up together and being such a concrete part of such pivotal points in one another’s life made this outcome inevitable. You never thought it would have turned out the way it did, but you couldn’t ask for a more perfect relationship.

Right now though, it’s bothering you more than you thought, that neither of your men seem to remember the date you gained the family you’ve always had with a changed dynamic that has altered your life for the better.

“What time will you be home, Zayne?” Caleb asks as he bites his toast.

“I’m supposed to be leaving the hospital at 9:30 tonight, but I’m hoping I can leave earlier if everything goes as planned.”

Your eyebrows furrow. He’s going to be gone all day?

You don’t participate in the conversation, cutting into your omelette, but you’re not even hungry anymore. Beside you, Zayne’s rubs his hand down your back. You try to fix your face to mask your emotions, throwing on a smile that holds no happiness right now.

“I know you hate when I come home late. I’ll try my best to get home in time for dinner. I promise.”

You swallow the burning sensation in your throat. You can’t believe that you want to cry, but you can’t help it.

Clearing your throat, you answer. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“I have a few meetings to attend and some paperwork to get done, so I should be back by 5:00, baby. We can watch a movie until Zayne gives us an update.”

“Sounds good,” you respond to Caleb, drinking your orange juice to hide your face because the more they talk about what you don’t want to hear, the harder it is to hide your hurt.

Did it not matter to them as much as it does you? Were you being dramatic? Should you say something?

Instead, you force yourself to shake it off. When everyone is finished eating, you prep the dishes to be washed. Zayne walks up behind you, bracing his hands on the counter to block you in. He kisses your neck, pressing into you softly. You hum, accepting that no matter what you’re feeling, he and Caleb will always be your happy place. Even if what they’re unintentionally doing right now is actively breaking your heart.

“I’m heading out. Call me if you need me, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper. He gives the side of your neck one more kiss and tells you he loves you. You then turn to watch him walk to Caleb. You can’t help but smile to yourself when they give each other a quick kiss goodbye before Zayne grabs his bag and keys.

Once he leaves, Caleb goes to get ready himself as you clean the kitchen and only when you hear him in the shower do you let yourself cry. It’s not much, you don’t want to make your eyes puffy and red so he’ll question you and refuse to leave. But you let a few tears fall while you finish putting everything back in order.

Once you collect yourself, Caleb is out the shower and dressed for the day shortly after. He finds you in the bathroom getting ready to do your skincare, pulling you to him before you start. His hands glide down your back and takes hold of your ass firmly. He plants four quick kisses to your lips and rubs his nose against yours.

“Don’t hesitate to reach out for anything. Have a good day, okay? I love you.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Not again, you scold yourself.

As Caleb holds you tight, you kiss him once more for a little bit longer. “I will. Make sure you take care of yourself today, too.”

“Always do,” he assures. Once he pulls away and you hear the front door lock and shut, you try to keep your tears at bay by distracting yourself with music and your routine so you can get out the door. It’s Friday and you don’t have work, but you planned on running some errands. Based on Caleb and Zayne’s lack of acknowledgment for how special today is, maybe you’ll find a way to stay out of the house longer.

The guys have been blowing up your phone when you wouldn’t answer their phone calls. It started when you were in the supermarket and Zayne called, but you didn’t respond and sent him a quick text that said, “Sorry. Am busy.”

He was understanding, saying okay and to call him when you had a minute. You never did.

Then Caleb called you about an hour later and texted you when you wouldn’t answer saying, “Hey, pretty. Zayne says you’re not answering. Everything okay? Call me.”

You never did.

And the guilt you felt at first slowly turned into more sadness. Neither of them remembered, neither of them were even home for you to spend time with them today and it’s because they didn’t fucking remember.

Your phone knew zero peace all day. They were blowing it up with texts, calls, and concerns. You busied yourself as best you could after you brought the groceries back home, doing things like going out for lunch, to the bookstore, and you even took yourself to see a movie. You were set on avoiding home that much.

It was when it turned 8:17 in the evening that you finally approach your front door. You saw Zayne and Caleb’s cars out front, so you know they were home and that only made your body tense with uncertainty.

Your key couldn’t even touch the lock before the door was flung open. There stood Caleb. An angry Caleb and beside him, a still angry but calmer Zayne.

You were surprised no one came after you at your lack of answering, knowing that you all shared your location with each other. After their continued calls and messages, you ended up shutting your phone off at some point and you haven’t looked at it since before you got out your car to come inside.

“Where the hell have you been?” Caleb snaps.

“Running some errands,” you say simply, trying to push past them to get inside, but they promptly block you.

“Is there a reason why you wouldn’t answer your phone?” Zayne questions, his voice sterner than usual.

“It died.”

The two men looked at you and each other, knowing you were lying through your teeth.

“Can I come in now?”

They don’t say anything simply moving to the side. You step up the small step to walk inside, and your heart stops. Your breath is pulled from your body when you see the scene in front of you.

A large pink banner that says Happy Anniversary with matching balloons and streamers adorn your kitchen with a large feast of your favorite foods laying out across the counter. Presents and gift bags are on a small table in the living room and…are those chains hanging from the ceiling?

The door being shut pulls you out of your thoughts. You feel the warmth of their presence behind you and the automatic regret fills your body.

“I thought—”

“That we forgot?” Caleb interjects. “We’d never forget the day you accepted both of us, accepted this,” he gestures to all of you, referring to your relationship.

“Neither of us actually had to work today,” Zayne speaks. “Once we saw that you left on the camera again after going to the grocery store, we knew it was safe to set everything up. But then you wouldn’t answer your phone when we finished.”

“And we knew you were upset. I saw it the moment you started eating breakfast. It was a risk lying to you, pretending we didn’t remember something so important, but had we know you’d do this, we would’ve never done it this way.”

“Really surprising you was our intention.” Zayne sees the tears gathering in your eyes and he catches the stray that falls with his thumb, wiping it off your soft face. “I knew you ignoring us was your anger, because you never do that. It’s why Caleb didn’t follow you to the store as soon as you ignored his first phone call.”

You huff out a laugh, knowing that had Caleb had it his way, you would’ve been over his shoulder and in the car before you could even ask him what he was doing here.

You drop your bag to the floor and wrap them both in a hug as best as you can. Your eyes can’t stop staring at everything they’ve surprised you with. Even if you knew you had every right to be angry since it seemed like they forgot, the reality is they didn’t, and ignoring them like that, potentially making them worry even if they had? That wasn’t cool.

“Happy Anniversary, baby,” Caleb adds.

“Happy Anniversary,” Zayne whispers before kissing the side of your head.

“Happy Anniversary,” you finally speak again. “Thank you. So much. I’m so sorry.”

“So are we.” Once they pull back, Zayne picks up your bag to put on the rack. It’s silent while you really pay attention to your home and you frown when you see your couch is missing where the chains are dangling.

“Part of your surprise,” Caleb answers without you needing to ask. “But seeing as you ignored us all day and dinner is cold now, I think it’s best to punish you a little bit, princess. Don’t you agree?”

“What?” you say with wide eyes.

“Do you trust us?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then,” Caleb walks over to the chains, pulling a key from out the end table drawer and unclamping what looks to be cuffs on the ends of both. “Take your clothes off.”

You stand in your living room naked, watching how Zayne clicks the cuffs into place around your wrists, making your arms rest comfortably above your head. Your chest rises and falls with excitement and anxiety, unsure of what’s about to happen.

After he checks them to make sure they’re just right, he walks toward Caleb who’s standing in front of you with his hands in the pockets of the same sweatpants he wore this morning. Zayne’s in his own dark grey pair, adorning a white shirt where Caleb’s chest is bare.

“How did you hook chains into the ceiling?” you question. “And where’s the couch? What are you about to do to me?”

Their eyes rake over your body while you press your thighs together when their gaze focuses on your pussy.

“She has a lot of questions, doesn’t she?” Caleb nudges Zayne.

The sight of Zayne removing his wire rimmed glasses and throwing them on the TV console behind him makes your body hot. He’s always careful with his things, yet the action alone is far from that and the look in his eyes is so primal.

You watch as they turn to each other and you gasp when they start devouring each other’s mouth. Their sharp jaws move in tandem as their lips navigate the other’s so seamlessly. Instantly, your pussy pulses.

Caleb yanks Zayne’s shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor and attacking his neck next as their clothed cocks push against each other, straining beneath their restrictions. Zayne moans softly as Caleb’s tongues traces the places he sucks hard. The chains rattle above you as your impatience and desperation grows.

Caleb reaches inside of Zayne’s pants and the silhouette of him stroking him makes you whimper, feeling the discomfort in between your legs from wanting to be touched too.

“Off.” Zayne mutters the single word and that’s the only word Caleb needs to act. He and Zayne are brief in their separation to pull their pants and boxers off. Their strong bodies press against each other again and your jaw hangs open as you watch their cocks glide against one another, watching just the smallest amount of precum from the both of them mix and leak across their lengths.

Their kiss is heated, tongues dancing and cocks stimulating one another while you stand there untouched with raised arms and an aching cunt.

Zayne starts to stroke Caleb now, taking his cock and letting his sensitive tip bump into his own, forcing a guttural groan from them both. They hump standing up and you wish that you were in the middle of it all. The erotic sight of them grinding their cocks together and dirtying themselves with precum is an experience you never get tired of witnessing.

“Please…” you whimper, unable to sit still and quiet for any longer. Caleb smirks against Zayne’s mouth as they make out in your face, making you wish that you could have a taste.

Zayne’s smile is lazy as he looks at you while Caleb nips at his strong and thick neck, all while he slowly continues to move his hips so that the pleasure never ceases. “Whose cock do you want first, love?”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter. Please just fuck me,” you beg desperately. Even your voice cracks with how badly you need to be filled right now. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I’m so sorry..”

“Ahh, are you? I wonder how sorry you really are,” Caleb coos. “How soaked is that pussy, hm?” he teases, finally pulling from Zayne. They both breathe deeply and you stare at Caleb as he walks your way. Zayne disappears behind you, making your body jolt when his hands come to your waist.

“I had a whole night dedicated to making you feel good,” Caleb murmurs as he starts to pepper your neck in kisses. “Planned to eat this sweet pussy, to give you complete control. But,” he tsks. “You’ll have to be okay with getting stuffed with cum and used by the both of us for making us wait, won’t you?”

For something to seem like a punishment, it made you feel nothing but pure excitement.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“You’re so good when you’re hungry for dick, aren’t you?” Caleb roughly puts his hands beneath your thighs, lifting your legs and spreading them open. You wrap your legs around his waist, moaning as his hard cock glides against your pussy lips, smearing his and Zayne’s cum on your soft curls.

Zayne kisses down your shoulder, looking into Caleb’s eyes. He then reaches over and in between you two, taking Caleb’s cock in his hand and helping to guide him inside of you. The chains shake while you brace yourself and you watch with bated breath as the head of his cock starts to disappear and fill your hole. He’s not gentle at all as he spears you with his thickness in one fluid motion.

It’s brings you to tears, making you scream. Caleb holds you up by your ass as he rams into you unforgivingly, feeling how rapidly your flesh ripples as your weeping pussy takes his punishing thrusts.

One of his hands braces on the back of your neck, holding you closer as you take what he’s giving you, unable to touch him how you like to. That alone is almost as punishing as his tip consistently pounding into your cervix. Your breasts bounce in his face, making him press against them and inhaling you deeply.

Zayne makes himself visible, bringing his finger close and collecting the drool that trails down your chin, bringing it to his angry cock. He strokes himself with your saliva, making you clench uncontrollably around Caleb at the visual of his precum hitting the floor.

“I’m gonna fuck my baby into you,” Caleb declares as he breathes deeply in your ear, biting the lobe. Your mewls echo in the room as his hips twitch.

“We both are. You’ll be so full of our cum that we’ll have no choice but to wait and see whose takes first. Oh fuck… you’ll be so pretty,” he bites your shoulder. “Round with our baby. Glowing because we fucked you so good that you had no choice but to grow our family.”

“Let me have your baby,” you say incoherently, too dumb on dick to form any other words. Wet and sticky substances push and pull between your bodies both slick with sweat.

“I’m coming,” Caleb pushes out, unable to hold back anymore as he slams into you so hard that you’re sure his forceful grip on your ass will bruise.

He groans loudly in your ear and he doesn’t give you or him a moment. He clenches his teeth as he pulls out, the sound of his spend hitting the floor as it leaks out of you and drips from his length. He steps to the side to let Zayne get his turn.

Zayne is a little more gentle, but his need is just as great. As your orgasm still rips through you, making your body shudder, he braces his palms beneath your thighs to lift you up and open again and he’s so hard and you’re so slick with cum that he doesn’t need help getting inside your used pussy. With eyes on each other, you ready yourself to take him, too.

Your sensitive cunt sucks him inside, the sound of squelching fluids and smacking skin forcing cries from your ragged throat. Caleb stands beside you both, reaching in between and causing Zayne to bite his bottom lip. You look down to see how he grabs Zayne’s balls, stimulating him and making his cheeks flush red as his hair falls into his eyes.

A mix of your cum and Caleb’s coats Zayne’s long length, and you feel the mess on your thighs.

“You take my cock so well. Even when you’re filled with his cum, when your hole is used, you squeeze me so good, my love,” Zayne says softly against your lips.

You watch how his cock disappears in and out, your arms feeling the burn of being up for so long.

“You want to have our baby?” he asks as he kisses the corner of your mouth. “We’d go together so well. We already have for so long, it’s only right.”

Caleb goes behind you now, sucking your skin and whispering filthy depraved things in your ear.

You’re so drunk off the both of them that you can’t announce the second time you get ready to come. It’s so strong and forceful that it shocks you when you squirt all over Zayne’s dick and lower body. You scream, trying to pull back because of the overstimulation and the chains insistently rattle.

“Holy fuck..” Caleb breathes out as he watches the masterpiece before him, running his fingers across your hard nipples.

Zayne fucks you through it all, absolutely enamored by the visual of your throughly pleasured body responding to the onslaught of continues thrusts. Finally, his own orgasm peaks and he’s slowly pumping his thick cum into you, using you to empty his balls to which you gladly accept.

Zayne stays inside you as you feel pressure on the chains, your body unable to control itself when your arms are released and they fall down tiredly onto Zayne’s shoulders.

“Let’s get her cleaned up. Our girl did so well,” Caleb says as he tucks your hair behind your ear to see your flushed cheeks. Zayne walks down the hallway to the bathroom with you in his arms, kissing your shoulder as tender as he did earlier.

“You did so good. You’re absolutely mesmerizing,” he praises.

After your bath, Caleb helps you get dressed while Zayne works on heating the food up for you all to eat in the kitchen.

“How are you feeling?” he asks as he examines your raw pussy. Zayne checked on you before he went to get food ready, saying you were okay and that you just need a break for a few days, but Caleb just likes to make sure.

“Good,” you say hoarsely. “Really good.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smiles.

You’re limping as you walk from having a sore everything. But each step reminds you of the pleasure and pain you felt, making it all worth it. Being taken like that, taking their cocks with no break is something you’d do whenever they wanted.

For the rest of the night, you share a meal and quality time with the two men you fell in love with so effortlessly. The way they love you, please you, adore you, and take care of you, is a special gift you’d never take for granted and one you hope you’ll own forever.

[hyukaluver]

shared spaces - hueningkai x fem!reader

genre: smut, office au

summary: after a long day at work, you and hueningkai get stuck in an elevator.

cw: pet names, dacryphilia, slightly manipulative tones, creampie, no protection, kinda exhibitionism?, dom! kai, swearing, dry humping, bulge kink, begging, praise, size kink, perversion, anything else i might’ve forgotten, mdni!!

wc: 2.6k

it had only been a few weeks since the new intern, hueningkai, had arrived at your company in search of a permanent job position. you had been assigned to supervise him along with a few other staff members as a part of your preparation for an upcoming promotion. he was quiet and reserved, but always displayed eagerness in doing his best in every possible task you presented him with.

he spoke only when necessary, always respectful, always focused, but there was something about the way he carried himself that lingered in your mind long after conversations ended. he never overstepped, never crossed a line.

but he didn’t need to. his presence was calm and consistent.

over time, you started to grow fond of him. when the workload wasn’t completely overwhelming, you’d invite him over to your desk for small, innocent chats over coffee and sweet bread. he always listened patiently as you vented about annoying coworkers, endless projects, or your creepy boss. he never judged. he just listened, with that soft look in his eyes like he understood more than he let on.

he was just so sweet. but oh, how he drove you crazy.

it became more and more frequent, that after long and dreadful day of work, you’d find yourself thinking about him as you entered your apartment complex. he was just so good at making you feel better, even if he didn’t say a word to you. you wished he was there with you.

what was worse is that you could never deny that he was your type. he was cute but masculine and his eyes were just so entrancing. his plush lips and nose were like no other. you wanted him so bad.

no, you needed him so bad.

but you couldn’t have him. that would ruin your image at the company and make it impossible for you to fulfill your dreams of making it big.

so, as a way to relieve the temptation, you’d touch yourself to the thought of him late at night, wishing he could hear the way you whimper his name on your bed.

————————————————————————

here you were.. clocking out late again, the building nearly empty, your feet sore from the heels that came with your uniform, and your skirt riding just a little too high from the long day. hueningkai lingered near the exit of the cube farm, bag slung over one shoulder, fingers tapping lightly against the strap as he waited for you.

“ready?” he asked gently, offering that same stupid smile that made your stomach flutter.

“yeah. let’s go,” you replied, trying to keep it cool while walking down the hall.

you both stepped into the elevator, the hallway light casting a soft gold hue over his face just before the doors closed. inside, it was quiet. too quiet. you stood beside him, hands clasped tightly in front of you, feeling the weight of every inch of space between you.

you watched as hueningkai pressed the button with the number 1, taking note of the numbers beginning to decrease after the elevator started moving.

suddenly, you heard a loud mechanical clunk. the elevator jolted to a stop.

you both stumbled slightly.

“what the hell…” you muttered, pressing the emergency button. nothing.

hueningkai chuckled softly. “looks like we’re stuck.”

he sounded way too calm. you tried not to show your panic.. or the heat rising in your chest. “of course we are,” you muttered, blowing out a breath. “great.”

you both knew you would be there for a while. aware that repairs in this building tend to drag on, you brace yourself for a wait. you quickly pull out your phone to dial 911.

he shrugged, then surprised you by slowly sliding down to sit on the elevator floor, stretching his long legs out with a sigh. he says, “guess we wait,” after you finish your call.

you hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to stand or sit, but your body felt too on edge. so you leaned back against the wall, staying upright.

you watched him—his straight black hair falling slightly over his eyes, the collar of his button-up loose, the rise and fall of his chest steady and relaxed. and something about the whole situation—his calmness, the intimacy of the space, the tension you’d been ignoring for weeks—it just snapped something in you.

time dragged on. you began to get bored, and really, what better way to entertain yourself than by having perverted thoughts about the person sitting next to you?

you take small glances at the individual so close in proximity, scanning the way his long fingers scroll on his phone.

the thought of him ruining you with those fingers turned you on. you couldn’t control it, you needed some type of relief.

thinking you could be slick, you pressed your thighs together. you shifted, adjusting your skirt again. but he noticed. his eyes went up to follow the movement. then they dropped—lower. and then he paused.

you froze.

you could feel it too. the heat. the dampness. your baby blue panties sticking to your entrance just enough to make it known.

his eyes darkened. he blinked once. slowly.

and judging by the small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips… he’d definitely noticed.

his voice was calm. “is that how you react to me?”

your heart leapt into your throat. “i—no, i’m not—”

his gaze didn’t waver. “you’re shaking,” he said casually, eyes still locked where they shouldn’t be. “you’re not very good at hiding it.”

you clenched your fists at your sides, feeling paralyzed.

“no.. i swear it’s not what you think..” you began. your voice fails and your words turn into a squeak. “i’m just scared of elevators. that’s all.”

kai doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t tease. he just keeps watching you like he’s seeing you for the first time. “you’re not very good at hiding many things, you know, i see the way you look at me all the time,” he says. his voice is still gentle, still sweet—but lower now. like he’s speaking only to you in secret despite you two being the only ones present. like he’s been waiting for this moment.

“now, tell me the truth. is that the kind of reaction i get out of you?”

you look down at the elevator floor. you could feel yourself getting red in the face, but you still make an effort to nod a microscopic nod.

huening chuckles, about to go back to scrolling on his phone when you interrupt him.

you don’t know why, but his reaction makes you want to explain yourself. you don’t want him to think lowly of you. maybe he thinks you’re a whore who wants the attention of just any guy.

“no, you just don’t understand..” you began. your legs felt weak and you began to shake more intensely. was it out of fear of disgusting him, or embarrassment? or what if it was just because you were claustrophobic and it felt like the elevator would fail and plunge a hundred feet, making it possible to crush you both in the process?

you bit your lip. the elevator felt smaller by the second.

“i just…” your throat tightened. “you make it hard to think straight.”

his lips parted at that, and you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up again. just barely.

you contemplated saying your next words.

“i.. i um.. i need you,” you stuttered, your voice almost a whisper now. “so bad it’s starting to hurt.”

he raised an eyebrow. “do you really?” he tried concealing the tent forming in his pants. he was so glad to hear you admit that. were you aware of all the times he’s jacked off to the voice messages you send him for instructions?

you nodded, wide-eyed and heart racing. “yes, please!” you didn’t care if you sounded desperate.

he patted his lap, still lounging on the floor like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. “alright, baby. come get what you need.”

you hurried to slide down onto his lap facing him, knees on either side of his hips, skirt bunched up.

“use me,” he said innocently, blinking his eyes at you. “make yourself feel good.”

he didn’t move. didn’t even touch you.

“go on,” he said as he caressed you arm, tilting his head slightly. “you can use me.”

you, still feeling extremely embarrassed from your confession just moments prior, quickly started to rock against him, grinding slowly like an animal in heat trying to appear to have some sort of self control. your breath catching with every roll of your hips and your clothed cunt making contact with the bulge that was being restrained in his pants. you tried going faster as you became more desperate, but it was no use. you sigh in frustration, although you try not to make it obvious.

“you’re so adorable when you’re like this,” he whispers into your ear, “so needy. so desperate for me.” his hot breath sends chills down your spine.

you hated how much you liked hearing it, though.. it turned you on, but it just wasn’t enough.

you whimper softly, head falling forward as your hands rested on his chest, picking up the pace you were dry humping him at. “hah~” you pant, “need.. more…” you eventually upped your pace, practically clawing into him now.

hueningkai decides to free you from his teasing, swiftly picking you up from his bulge and sliding off his pants halfway before you’re crawling back onto him. he pulls down his boxers and his hard cock springs out and oh no.

to be quite frank, you didn’t know if it would fit. you hadn’t seen a cock as big and thick as his in real life. not to mention it was so pretty. so so so pretty.

“uh.. huening..”

“oh..! it’s okay. i’ve got you. i’ll be gentle.” he responds quickly as he sees the fear in your eyes for just a moment. he found it endearing how flustered you’d become in such a short amount of time. craving the feeling of him inside you, you nod quickly and lean down to give a kiss to his pink tip leaking with precum before aligning it to your entrance. he fights back a giggle. you’re just so sweet.

he feels so bad for what he’s about to do to you, but he just can’t control himself anymore. he grabs your jaw to push your lips into his and tries to create the appearance of slowly entering you before grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him. bottoming out, he groans loudly.

“too big.. t-too much..!” you yelp, disconnecting your lips from his as you feel tears beginning to form. his method to keep you from yelling utterly failed..

he brings a finger to your lips to hush you. ”i'm sorry.. you’ll be okay.” he starts to slowly pull out and sink into you. “didn’t you want this, baby?” his tone had changed so quickly, making you realize that you had never imagined your once cool and collected intern to have such dirty and manipulative words roll off his tongue like it was normal small talk. he begins to move you up and down manually as you clench around him. “fuck, you’re so tight.” he plants a kiss on your cheek for comfort, feeling the way your walls were still tense around him. “just relax, you’re safe with me.”

kai, letting his curiosity get the best of him, brings one of his hands to your stomach, feeling the bulge he’s created inside of you and pressing down on it. you mewl from the new sensation.

it’s so overwhelming. you can feel his cock pulse against your walls.. and it’s a new feeling but fuck it hurts so good. “what happened to my greedy girl.. hm? i thought you needed me? and now that you have me, it’s too much? was this not what you expected? or is this not enough?”

“n-no! no. i can take it..” you explain hurriedly. “i want this! i want your cock.. so bad.. it’s—it’s just that i need to warm up! ngh—ah.. that’s all!” you try to prove yourself to him by riding up and down on him but he splits you open so much that you begin to tear up. he tries to hide how much it’s turning him on but he just can’t hold back his cute noises. “my sweet girl,” he begins, “you can take your time if you’d like.”

pfft. first he rushes to fill you up with his dick and now he’s talking about taking your time?

the pain eventually subsides, turning into pleasure and you decide to move more quickly. wanting to feel more intimate with him, you wrap your hands around kai’s head and breathe into the crook of his neck. ”hyuka! i mean kai! huening! fuck!” you try to muffle, your whimpers of his name catching his attention so he grabs your chin to make eye contact with him.

you stare at him as you feel him hit that sweet spot in your core. “what’d you call me?” he asks sweetly, still encouraging you to keep the pace that you were riding him at. he didn’t mind that you called him hyuka. it just wasn’t like you. you only ever called him his formal name.

“ngh, hyuka?” you reply with a confused expression on your face, too enamored by the way his tip was knocking on your cervix over and over again, not truly understanding the severity or significance of your own actions. the nickname didn’t mean much to you. but it meant so much to him. he loved it.

“mmm~ keep calling me that, baby, you sound so cute,” he coos. his thrusts from below you become more sloppy as he chases his own high. he brings down his hand to rub at your clit, making you twitch at his touch.

“ahh.. oh fuck!” you cry. the stimulation from his fingertips was everything you could ever ask for. his length ramming into you was just the cherry on top. “hyuka, we should’ve, ah—done this sooner!” you say with a genuinely giddy expression on your face.

you could see his stupid smirk begin to form once again. “it’s better late than never, no?” he says, fucking hard into your now dripping pussy. you had almost forgotten you were in an elevator until you heard a small creak come from the floor below you.

“shit, baby, you’re doing so well for me..” he groans. he was getting dangerously close to his own climax. “you look so perfect falling apart on my cock.. fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this.”

you’re overwhelmed now, every swipe to your clit making your legs tremble. you’re barely able to keep rhythm, breathing out “it’s too much! please, please let me cum!” kai listens to your pleas, fucking into you, telling you to “let go, i’ve got you.”

your peak finally crashes down onto you and you feel nothing but pure bliss. you cling onto hueningkai, hoping he would just spill his cum inside you right then and there. he reaches his orgasm only a few moments later, pounding his seed deep into you, making sure that you don’t spill even a single drop.. you don’t even realize you’re drooling on his shoulder at this point.

once you collapse over him, he kisses your temple and brushes your hair back. suddenly, though, another loud clank came from above, and a voice shouts:

“hey! you two okay in there?!”

your heart sank at that very moment. you both look at each other and freeze.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in the devildom doesn't make it any better; luckily, these demons are here to help

pairings: mammon :: belphegor :: barbatos x reader

warnings: period-having reader (gn pronouns), blood, mild cramps

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent, as everything i write is, but whenever i'm on my period thinking of scenarios like this helps me sit through cramps, so i thought i'd share the nonesense with you ♡

obey me masterlist || similar writing: twisted pains [twst]

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

“Human! Open ya damn door!”

“No, please let me die in peace,” you whined from underneath your blankets as the banging against your door continued.

“If ya don’t let me in right now, I’ll kick it down, ya hear me?!” You could practically see Mammon pacing a ridge into the floor in front of your room, so you trudged over there and unlocked it, the demon almost colliding with you from how quickly he opened the door. His snow-white hair was sticking up from his head as if he’d run his hands through it without noticing. “What’s the big deal makin’ me wait so damn long, huh?”

“I told you I’m trying to pass away from this life,” you deadpanned, trudging back to your bed, groaning as another cramp twisted your lower stomach. “First, I have to deal with this shit in a house full of male demons who are absolutely not prepared to handle a human exchange student on their period. And second-“

You paused, for both dramatic flair and to take a calming breath. Then, you turned around and gave Mammon a saccharine smile dipping pure venom.

“I find out that apparently the entire Devildom can smell that I’m on my period if I step a foot out the bloody door.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Mammon held up his hands to plead his innocence. “I didn’t mean ta be so rude about it. But in my defence, I didn’t know it’s a normal thing for humans to just start bleedin’. I thought ya were dyin’!”

You painfully remembered how you had dragged yourself out of your room this morning, after luckily finding some hygiene products in the bag you had with you when you were whisked away to the Devildom unannounced (thank the sky guy you threw them into literally every bag and purse you owned). Already in a bad mood, you’d plopped down into your designated seat, ready to fight for your breakfast, only to feel six pairs of eyes on you.

“What?” You had asked, when nobody passed you the bread basket.

That had been when Mammon, eyes as wide as the coaster under your mug, almost jump-scared you into dropping your butter knife. 

“WHY ARE YA BLEEDIN’?!” He’d already pulled you from your chair and started inspecting you for any signs of injuries, tugging your arms up and inspecting your head. “Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“Mammon, I’m fine. You can let go of me now.” You almost had to wrestle your arm back from him, heat already creeping up your cheeks. 

“Clearly yer not!”

Exhaling deeply you said through gritted teeth “I’m on my period, if you have to know.”

The demons around the table had exchanged glances, but sadly only three of them had held a spark of understanding, those being Satan, Levi and Asmodeus. Mammon and Beel on the other hand seemed more lost (well, Beel actually had his eyes on his food but that was beside the point) and Lucifer’s face had been unreadable.

“Woah, periods are an actual thing?” Levi had asked incredulously, his voice somewhere between shock and awe. “I thought anime made those up for the sake of the plot.”

“I see,” Satan had given you hope. “I‘ve read about those before in some books on human anatomy but I didn’t think it was a big deal, seeing as it wasn’t talked about much.”

“Satan, pray tell, from when were those books?” 

“The 18th century perhaps?” He shrugged, tilting his head.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you had sighed, whereas Asmo had just dropped his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry about them, hon. But demons don’t experience periods, so I doubt any of them will be much help,” he had squeezed your hand sympathetically.

Lucifer had cleared his throat then. “Well, it appears that we have some catching up to do, now that we are hosting a human exchange student. Given your…predicament, you are allowed to stay home from RAD as long as this affects you.”

You had sighed a breath of relief.

“In exchange, however,” Lucifer had continued, making you dread the next words to leave his mouth, “it will fall to you that my brothers are properly educated on how to handle this side of humanity.”

So, that afternoon, you had found yourself in the common room, holding a presentation on the menstrual cycle in front of the brothers… and the future demon king himself. Yes, of course, Diavolo had gotten wind of your situation and simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about humans. At least, him being in the know meant you’d never have to worry about getting period products imported to the Devildom ever again.

Subsequently, you had locked yourself in your room, curled up under a blanket as you scrolled through Devilgram trying to forget this whole ordeal happened. A good hour later, Mammon had started pounding against your door like a madman.

With him standing in your room now, you could see the bag he was holding as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you patted the spot next to you.

“I’ll forgive you. It would have been more embarrassing if I went to RAD without knowing,” you said placatingly. “Anyways, what’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’…” Mammon trailed off, looking anywhere but you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… Ya were sayin’ this stuff could help and we didn’t have any, so I went and got some for ya… Only because Lucifer would string me from the ceiling if ya went and complained! That’s all!”

Taking the plastic bag from him, you peered inside to see various types of human world painkillers, a hot water bottle and chocolates. Despite what the demon had just said, you noted that the chocolate brand he bought was the one you liked best, something you had only dropped in a passing sentence when you talked to Asmo about a new trending dessert.

“Thank you, Mammon,” you smiled genuinely. “That actually is really helpful.”

“Really?” He managed to suppress his grin before it curled further than the corner of his lips before clearing his throat and hiding half his face behind his hand. “I mean, I’m only doin’ ma job, ya know? So Lucifer gives me back Goldie!”

“Sure you are,” you laughed, the first time since your day started.  “Does your job also involve staying with me and watching a movie?”

“Yeah!” This time he was too late to hide his excitement, then he caught himself and tried again, calmer this time. “I uh- I could fit ya in my super busy schedule. Gotta make sure ya don’t die after all, huh?”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

What a horrible way to start your day.

Well, under other circumstances, it would’ve been near perfect. Waking up snuggled comfortably in your boyfriend’s tight hold as he lightly snored into the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. 

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant twisting of your lower stomach you might have turned around and slept the morning away. Still slightly groggy, you sat up in bed, hoping dearly it was just a fleeting stomach ache or hunger and not your period, despite the clear symptoms. 

All hope was shattered however, when you shifted and you knew instantly that you could kiss this pair of underwear goodbye. With some effort, you wriggled out of Belphie’s vice grip, looking back at the sleepy demon as he groaned in protest only to see a large blood stain where you’d just lain. At your shocked gasp echoing around the attic, you watched his brows knit together and his nose wriggle, his forehead creasing as if he was deep in thought. Then, he blinked his eyes open.

“What’s—“ he cut himself off with a yawn, “What’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing over there?”

“Belphie… I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed, guilt bubbling up in you. In combination with your hormones being all over the place and your still sleep-addled mind, tears were threatening to form along your waterline.

In a heartbeat, the Avatar of Sloth was up and next to you, pulling you into a hug and bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other holding you close by the waist. You’d never seen him move this fast this early in the morning.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” He gently prodded, voice still raspy with sleep but soft nonetheless. “Please talk to me, starlight.”

“It’s— Your sheets, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” You buried your face deeper in the fabric draping over his chest as you felt him turn his head towards the bed. Then, a beat of silence spanned across the attic.

“That’s what you’re fussing about?”

“Yeah, I mean—“ Collecting your thoughts, you began again. “It’s gross and a pain to clean. I really should’ve known that—“

“Hey, look at me.” Tilting your face towards his, your eyes met amethyst ones as you followed the guidance of his fingers underneath your chin. “It’s not gross, you hear me? No part of you could ever be.”

“But the blood-“

“I’m a demon, might I remind you. You’d think I can handle a little blood.” There was a caring seriousness in his gaze that made you weak in the knees, the love and adoration you found swirling within almost making you cry for a whole other reason. “You didn’t actually think I’d be mad at you about something so natural, did you?”

“It’s generally a bit of a taboo topic and conversations about it can be quite stigmatised, so…,” you shrugged.

“You’re telling me half the population go through this every month and the topic is hushed up anyway? You’re already stressed enough and people give you crap for something like this?” You nodded at his incredulous tone. “Well that’s just stupid.”

For a moment, Belphie just held you, his fingers tracing random shapes into your hip. Then, he pulled you towards a dresser in the corner of the room, never letting go of you completely. 

With how much time you had started spending in the attic it was a somewhat natural course of nature that your clothes would gradually end up moving here as well. Pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants, you didn’t have time to reach for a sweater before a soft pile of fabric was already pushed into your hands. Upon closer inspection, you identified it to be one of Belphie’s hoodies.

“I know you like wearing them,” he merely shrugged off your raised eyebrow. “Now go and take your time washing up, but make sure to come back straight away when you’re done.”

Practically herding you out of the door, you almost had to snort at the irony of the Avatar of Sloth encouraging you to do something you might not have had the energy to otherwise. But you were incredibly thankful for it because when the shower’s warm water hit you, you noticed how much you needed this, feeling born anew after scrubbing your skin clean.

Climbing back up the stairs to the attic, you already felt a lot calmer than when you had woken up, swaddled in Belphie’s cloud-like hoodie (seriously, where did he find fabric like that?) and surrounded by a mixture of his scent and your body wash.

When you pushed open the attic door, you blinked at the new set of sheets Belphie was lounging on, the old ones nowhere to be seen. Even without you moving, the demon perked up at your presence, extending one arm to coax you back into bed.

“What are you still doing over there? Come here,” he said, voice already drowsy again. “There’s still some morning left to be slept away.”

Who were you to refuse? Sliding under the covers next to him, you turned and twisted into whatever pretzel position made you cramp the least before two strong arms wrapped around you. This was another perk of being with Belphie; if anyone could accommodate weird sleeping positions, it was him.

Warm hands found their way under his hoodie, his palms pressed flatly against your lower back where most of your pain was coming from, while the hips of his fingers slowly caressed the surrounding skin.

“Feeling better?” He mumbled into the crown of your head.

“Mhm, much better,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, sighing as his natural body heat slowly eased some of the constant pressure in both your lower stomach and back. “How did you know about the back pain though?”

“You always complain about it, especially on the first day,” he replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing to know. 

“How did I get so lucky,” you mused, your tone playful but just as genuine. “Makes me feel even worse about ruining your sheets.”

“Literally don’t worry about it, you do too much of that anyway. I left them with Asmo, he knows how to get just about any stain out of stuff.” You tried not to think about the specifics of where that expertise came from, so you rolled your eyes at the very typical behaviour of the youngest to dump his work on his brothers. Then you stiffened. Work. Chores. You were on grocery shopping duty today. “What’s the matter now?”

“I have to go out soon and get everything we need for dinner,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince someone to trade it with an indoor chore for the week.

Before you could reach for your D.D.D, the arms around you held you a little closer to the demon you were snuggled up against, one of his legs draping over your thigh, careful not to put too much pressure on you as he tangled your legs with his.

“Well that’s too bad,” Belphie mumbled into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Looks like Lucifer has to find someone else for the job. Because you’ll be busy all day.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Periods had the annoying habit of showing up whenever they pleased, which mostly meant whenever it was most inconvenient for you. Being well aware of that fact didn’t mean you were any more prepared for it to happen, though. 

So, as you were running errands around RAD with Barbatos, it suddenly felt like your insides were squeezed together and wrung out like a washcloth, making you stagger and pause to steady yourself again. When your companion turned to ask if you were alright, you assured him everything was fine, hoping it was just one bad cramp that would ebb away soon.

But over the course of the next fifteen minutes, it progressively got worse and you had trouble focusing on the task at hand, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you sorted through student council documents. As you reached for a new stack of files, gloved hands came to rest over yours, preventing you from picking up more work.

“You should not overexert yourself, dear,” a soft voice spoke close to your ear. On other occasions, you would have welcomed the way his hands smoothed down your shoulders when it was just the two of you for once, but you couldn’t think about anything but the pain you were experiencing. “Without meaning to offend, you’re looking rather unwell. Allow me to take you to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“What about work?” You mumbled but didn’t resist as he pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “And Diavolo?”

“Do not worry about that. There’s no rush to complete these files and the Young Master has given the explicit order for me to take care of you,” Barbatos smiled as he led you out of RAD, careful to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible. “An order I was all too happy to comply with, might I add.”

“So you knew,” you sighed with a smile, not actually too surprised at the revelation. “I did think it was suspicious to have you all to myself the entire day. Do I even have to ask how you knew?”

“Well, as you have come to learn, demons are far more perceptive to certain reactions of the body, hormonal changes included,” he explained matter of factly. “Aside from that, however, I have also made it a priority to learn the rhythm of your body to best care for you.”

“You track my cycle? Despite being so busy already?” You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“Of course. Not only are you an honoured exchange student, you are also someone who is immensely important to me,” he said as he held the castle door open for you, his verdant gaze full of adoration. “Naturally, I aim to ease your strains and alleviate some of the burden you carry.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“But I want to.” Taking your hand in his, the fabric of his gloves soft against your skin, he brushed your knuckles with a featherlight kiss. “Please allow me to take care of you, my love.”

“I guess I can’t say no when you ask like that,” you laughed sheepishly. Your body seemingly agreed with you as it sent another wave of cramps to make your knees buckle. 

“You must be exhausted,” Barbatos said, no doubt picking up on your unease immediately. “Let me draw you a warm bath to ease some of your tension.”

Said, done. Soon thereafter, you were sinking into a tub that probably cost more than a normal person’s house, the water the absolute perfect temperature to relax your muscles. You also noted how there were no strong scents present, only the hint of something floral and calming, but not overwhelmingly so.

After some time of soaking in the bath and with your permission, Barbatos stepped back into the bathroom. First, he wrapped you in the fluffiest black towel, carefully patting your skin dry so as to not irritate it. Then, he applied a moisturising lotion, gently kneading out any knots in your legs and shoulders with his skilled fingers before helping you into a new set of clothes which felt light as feathers against your skin. 

He also showed you where to find any sort of hygiene product you might need and, to nobody’s surprise, somebody had stocked the guest bathroom you used whenever you came over with every possible product there was.

In your guest room, Barbatos guided you over to the sofa and lounge chairs underneath one of the high windows where a tea set was already waiting for you on the table in the middle. 

“I took the liberty to prepare some tea and a few pastries while you were bathing. This blend has soothing qualities and is known to help with cramping. Given your usual choice of tea, I also think the aroma will be to your taste,” the demon explained and, as always, you were stunned by his level of attention to detail. 

As he poured it, you noticed, however, that there was only one cup on the table and instead of getting one for himself, Barbatos went to fetch a hot water bottle. 

Wrapping it in a cloth he warned you to be careful not to burn yourself before announcing he’d start preparations for dinner, letting you know he’d be making your favourite. But before he could turn to leave, you caught his wrist, a surprised expression flitting over his face for just a second.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you started, holding his gaze, “would you join me for tea? It’s been a while since we sat down together.”

At your request his face smoothed over into a fond smile, the hand in your grasp coming up to brush over your cheekbone. 

“I suppose dinner can wait a little longer,” he said, clearly as happy as you to spend time with you. “Then again, even if it couldn’t, I’d find it hard to leave you. Especially when your wish and mine are so closely intertwined.”

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[spidybaby]

Holiday Vlog 🎄✨️

Barca Boys x Youtuber!Reader

Summary: You do your yearly Holiday Vlog, but this time you have a special guest.

Warnings: cursing, christmas celebration (for those who don't celebrate)

Pedri

"Okay, so the set is not the usual." You say, stating the obvious. "We are in my car, and we are going to my boyfriend's house to prepare some Christmas dishes." You explain.

You check if you have everything for the dishes you promised Pedri to do with Fer and him. You were going to make cookies, banana bread, Rosy's recipe of a canarian dessert, and more.

"So I have everything we need, I'll just need willingness from my boyfriend to be able to cook four Christmas dishes." You chuckle.

You talk about your adventure buying everything. Basically doing a voice-over because you'll place some clips over the voice.

You call Pedri as you are outside his house. He and Fer walk out to help you bring the ingredients inside and to the kitchen.

"Ven aquí." Pedri says, leaving the things in the counter and then turning to you to give you a hug. "Ready to spend the best christmas ever?"

You nod, giving him a kiss. "Are you ready to be my vlog partner?" You ask, separating and pointing at him with the camera. "Some words, pepi?"

He thinks for a while. "We are going to make banana bread, and we are going to kiss under the mistletoe." He smiles, giving a thumbs up.

You chuckle, putting the camera down and giving him a kiss. "Te amo."

"Yo más." He smiles and goes back to your lips. "Let's make some yummy dishes."

You organize the ingredients in his kitchen. Fer printed out some steps on what to do, you'll edit the clips to make them look aesthetic.

"Do we need to not mention something or what?" He asks, looking at you while you positipn the camera.

"You can say all you want, I'll edit it out." You smile. "Ready?"

He nods, positioning next to you on the frame. "Do I have to say something?"

"Want to say hi and tell what we are doing?" You ask, pressing recording.

He blushes lightly. "Vamo' a hacer pan de platano, unas galletas y vamos a hacer un postre canario que los va a dejar niquelaos." (We are going to make banana bread, cookies, and a canarian dessert that is going to make your brain blow)

You smile. "We are going to begin with the banana bread." You smile. "Thankfully, Pedri's brother Fer printed us the recipes with very detailed steps."

"Perfecto!" He says. "And we have the famous platanos de Canarias." He shows them. "I got them for free." He laughs.

You giggle. You start to read the instructions, following the steps with him. Pedri was so enthusiastic about it.

You two make all the recipes, taking a good time but being happy about being able to make it together and to be spending quality time together.

"We are going to load the dishwasher and wait for everything to cool." You smile. "Thank you, guys. I love you all. Pedri and I wish you a happy holiday and to those who celebrate a merry christmas."

You turn the camera off, taking the break time to charge the battery. You help Pedri load the dishwasher and place some clean dishes in their respective areas.

You feel two cold hands and a kiss on your neck. "Do you want to order some food and maybe watch something while we wait?" He asks, giving you more kisses.

You say yes to him. He grabs your hands and walks with you to his room. His parents are in Tenerife, and Fer is busy playing.

You order something and cuddle with him in bed. The movie and food were good. "Thank you for doing this vlog with me." You whisper, kissing his nose.

"Don't thank me." He giggles. "I love doing this stuff with you. Te amo."

"Te amo, Pepi."

Ferran

"Hola, Ferran here." He says into the camera. "And this is Y/n." He points at you.

You wave to the camera, hugging him by the neck and giving him a kiss. "Hi, guys."

"Today, we are going to buy some last-minute presents." He explains. "This happened because someone lost the gif-"

"He did." You interrupted him. "But we are not going to point fingers to anyone." You smile.

He scuffs. "Okay, so we are going to the mall, but before this is our outfit of the day." He smiles, placing the camera and getting a full picture of your outfits. "Go." He instructed you.

You smile at him, looking at him with lovey eyes. "I'm wearing a The North West jacket, I have Ferran's t-shirt under." You open your jacket a little, showing the t-shirt. "I have a pair of thermal leggings, some fuzzy socks from primark, and my boots are from ugg." You finish.

"My jacket is from Off White." Ferran says. "My polo shirt, same as my baby." He smiles to you. "Some cargos from I don't know and my jordans. I also will be wearing this over my mouth because I don't want to be recognized."

He grabs the camera, grabbing your hand and walking. He was loving taking over the vlogs, he loves being able to share more than he does in social media.

"We are going to get his sister and mother something and also we are getting a Christmas outfit for him." You say.

You two began your adventure with Ferran explaining everything you are doing. He likes taking the chance to make your channel his own.

"Pick this or that." He says.

You focus on the options. "That."

He makes a face. "Okay, this." He smiles, placing the item into the basket.

You move the camera to focus on yourself. "This is why I have trust issues." You pout.

You two move from buying the gifts to get his outfit. You explain to the camera that Ferran is someone who's very simple with his outfits, so this time, he allowed you to be the one to dress him.

"This is a, what is it called?" He asks you. "Impress dress." He says.

"Dress to impress, my love." You giggle. "Okay, so pick a store."

He thinks for a few moments, grabbing your hand and walking over to this store where you can get an ugly Christmas sweater.

"Do you want this?" You point to the sweaters. "Ferran, amor." You laugh.

"We can match ugly sweaters."

You nod, not wanting to end his happy grin. You search with him, he then sees something he likes.

"If I find your size, we are wearing this for Christmas night." He smiles.

You look at the ugliest sweater you have ever seen, but the way your boyfriend is smiling. You turn the recording back on, sighing.

"Guys, it seems like Ferran and I have our christmas outfits ready!" You say with a happy voice.

Gavi

"Do I look good?" He asks, checking himself in the small screen. "Is my hair alright?"

You smirk, h used to be so shy at the sight of the camera, and now he's used to it.

"You look good." You smile at him, fixing a string of hair that's looking weird. "I love the way your outfit looks, Pablito."

"We are matching." He giggles, hugging you by the waist. "What are we talking about in this vlog?"

"Just giving a small recap of our day, maybe a clip of us opening the gifts, and that's that." You explain. "Is that okay?"

He nods, understanding that you cut your vlog short because of him. Since you started dating, you changed your vlogging style. Trying to keep him out of it for the most part.

Pablo is not someone who likes cameras, even when his life revolves around cameras that picture hik from every angle while he plays.

He's not mad at the pictures you ask, and you keep to yourself or the memories you capture in video but never show to anybody.

He sometimes gets uncomfortable with the overexposure that people put him through, and he rejects the small moments you try to show him.

After some time, he got used to the idea of you being a vlogger. He likes the idea, actually. It was fun to see a recap of your day when he was away.

"Okay, my pumpkins," you say to the camera. "I'm over at my boyfriend's home. We are spending this Christmas together, and we have quite a tight schedule."

"Very tight." He remarks.

You chuckle at that. "And we are going to have dinner with his family, we will play some Christmas games and then open the gifts."

"Let's go eat," He shouts excitedly. "Vamoooos"

You show a very happy Gavi. You cut to the camera, walking with him to the kitchen. You charge the camera while eating with his family.

You have a nice talk with his parents and sister. You love them so much. Aurora and you planned on doing a small battle of building gingerbread houses.

You get everything set up. It was between Pablo Sr, Belen, Aurora, and you. Aurora's boyfriend, Pablo's grandma, and Pablo were the judges.

"Amor, come here." Gavi calls you. You see him with your camera on his hands. "We need to film this."

You smile at him, never thinking he would be the one starting the camera. "Pumpkins, we are doing this competition of building gingerbread houses." You explain. "Gavi, here. He's going to be the judge, and believe me when I tell you that he's not going to favor me."

He shakes his head no at your statement. "I'm a fair judge." He says, very serious tone.

You show the gingerbread building boxes, showing that each of them has a name. Gavi shows his family and asked them in a scale of 1 to 10 how confident they felt.

The competition began, you were never the best at building things, so obviously it was kind of messy.

Aurora, on the other hand, looked like an expert. Doing everything flawlessly. Your house was kind of tilted, and you can tell that it was not made with love.

After a fun, frustrating, but very full of love experience. It was time to judge. Gavi took the time to film the house and ask for an explanation.

"Y/n," He sighs. "Explain to us your very interesting architecture." He laughs.

"It's a modern and very revolutionary way of construction. Not for rockies." You joke.

The time of judging began, Gavi took the camera with him and filmed the audio of him and the judges picking the winner.

Obviously, it was not your almost destroyed house, you laugh when he offered you a peppermint candy as a consolation prize.

"If it makes you feel better, I voted for you." He smiles, hugging your waist.

"It actually makes it all better." You say, kissing him.

Fermin

Fermin is someone kind of shy. I think describing him is easy because he's not someone who's overly a sharer, but he's also not the shy and low profile guy.

When you explain to him that you were a youtuber and that you have a very successful vlogmas, that involved you doing different things during Christmas as decorations, gift shopping, outfits, different dishes.

He was confused because he didn't really got it. It was after that date that he ran home and searched your name in the YouTube search bar.

Your videos were very popular. It was a yearly series where you shared how you planned to decorate, how you were going to wrap your gifts, the usual.

He fell in love with how much you enjoyed doing these vlogs. At the same time, it was funny when he was away for games to see your vlogs and feel like he never left.

"This is the third time we tried to film this video, guys." You laugh. "The first time, Fermin lay down on the couch and fell asleep while I was getting the gifts."

"I love that couch." He says.

"The second time, we lost all the scissors. Turns out they were under the couch." You say, pointing at the different scissors.

"So, welcome to our vlog. Today, Fermin and I are going to wrap all the gifts we got for our family and friends."

"And before you say <oh, but what if they see it?> we got it covered, don't worry." He explains.

You love how he's now a vlog master, always taking over you when you needed the help.

"Okay, we have a dilema because my proposal was using the red wrapping for family and the green for friends."

"And I think that it's better if we do a white wrapping for family, green for close friends and red for other friends."

You two think for a while, you let him have his way and take his idea for wrapping. "We have two different wrapping paper of each color, so pick one."

"I want this for mom, this for dad and this for my brother." He says, picking one that is not even on the pile.

"That's not even an option." You say, pouting.

"Well, it is now." He smirks. Placing the wrapping out of your reach. "Pick yours." He says.

You do, picking the wrapping and selecting the gifts. You placed a lawyer of newspaper so the boxes weren't see-through, and you could show how you are wrapping the gifts.

You explained to Fermin how to do it since he had never wrapped anything before. It was a small tutorial for him.

Fermin was talking about a story of him and his family during the holidays. He was concentrated but also doing his storytelling job.

You were so happy to see him being so lost into the camera. He loved being with you at your daily vlogs, and he was from now on your new vlog buddy.

After a few tries and some not very cute wrappings, he grabs a small box, trying to be sneaky about it.

"Need help?" You ask him.

"No, no. Go back to your gifts." He says quickly, hiding the box. "No peaking." He says, pushing you to your side of the station.

You laugh at him, watching him being all secretive with what is obvious your gift. You let him do himself and finish his wrapping.

"Look, this one looks good." He says, proud of his very rough wrapped gift.

You clap your hands, happy for him. It was a hard-working wrapping, and you were not going to discourage it.

"Me encanta, Fer." You smile, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl 💛

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Old dog

Daryl Dixon x reader | SMUT🔞

Daryl is never been watched with such interest before, and it grabs his attention. But he feels like he got his order of actions wrong..

The Kingdom was a strange place.

First there was the King, with his pet tiger.

The King spoke in a strange manner, and his ever so friendly right hand too.

The Queen was a kind woman, she had shown you around and given you a roof over your head after you wandered into her lands.

The Kingdom had guards on horseback, and all its residents referred to their leader as the King.

Like a true old age Kingdom.

It was near summer when you arrived and took some time to get settled, now having your routine all worked out and were a happy new addition to the bakery.

While it meant crazy early mornings, it brought many people a good start of their day. You made your delivery rounds as the first people got up to tend to the gardens before the sun got too hot, passing then with a kind smile and a good morning wish on your way to the school building where you'd make your last delivery of the day.

You continued your daily tasks back at the bakery when a returning resident came by.

Each day he'd come by to pick up the same order, so by now it was standard to have it ready by a certain time.

Like clockwork he showed up, the gorgeous older man with his grey streaked hair that framed his bearded face oh so perfect.

You always wondered about the scar that sat around one of his sea blue eyes, but you never found the courage to ask.

You only knew his first name because the baker mentioned it once.

Daryl.

With rough, scarred hands he accepted the packaged food but remained in his spot.

"M'sorry, ya don't happen ta have sun leftovers, do ya? 'M headin' out fer a couple days 'n could use some extras." A little stunned by the sudden change in routine had you stammer a response neither of you could make out before you disappeared further into the back.

To your luck a fresh batch was just taken out of the oven, so you quickly grabbed a few buns and put them in a tea towel before moving back to the front.

"Here you go, fresh out of the oven." You smiled nervously as you held out the makeshift pouch, almost freezing as the calloused pads of his fingers brushed your skin while taking the bread from you.

With a charming as ever thanks he made his way out the door.

After the third time preparing the order for Daryl, who wasn't in town to come pick it up you were told to go take a day or two off, relax and go try and catch him come back home later during the day.

On your delivery routes and walks around the community you had caught wind of some kind of guard dog. You'd pick it up from time to time but today had been much more frequent.

You wondered what they meant. Maybe you'd ask Carol about it later.

The Kingdom was a nice place.

Each day there would be someone in the community's centre, playing some kind of instruments. Alone or in a group, it varied, but it was always nice to enjoy when you could.

You were enjoying it for so long you barely noticed the sun starting to set and Carol finding you. "Couldn't catch you at the bakery today, was told you were given the day off."

She came to sit beside you, enjoying the music and sharing a small snack she brought with you.

After a short while she got up, turning to you and offering a hand. "Come, we're gonna see something. If I have to believe the baker's words you're gonna love it."

Carol's words confused you, the thought of the baker casually talking about you with her wasn't really a happy one. Yet you followed her every step as she made her way to the front gates of the Kingdom.

"We're heading out? Without weapons or gear?" There was nothing around for you to see, confusion rising even more and edging on annoyance. Why wouldn't she just way where you were going?

You stood and watched as as she bounced on her heels with her arms behind her back. She was being all giddy about something and your mind could not come up with what on earth it could be.

Option after option ran through your mind until the guards spoke and the gates started to open.

Carol passed you a smile and raised her brows as she nudged her head towards the gate before turning back to watch.

You took a step closer to see what she was on about, and within the reach of your first step a figure came into view between the large gate doors.

"Holy shit." You stood frozen, much like those few days ago when Daryl suddenly asked for additions to his bakery order.

Despite the distance between the two of you and the low volume of your words, it looked like he heard you and gave you a smile and a small wave.

The scene before you became crazier by the second, on his shoulders a large deer that he carried without any visible strain but that wasn't all. Tied to his waist with a thick belt he lugged a tarp stacked with different hunted animals.

But something else felt off, beside the show of inhuman strength he seemed to possess.

Out from underneath his hair poked an ear, like it did sometimes before as well, although they seemed.. pointed?

His smile as well. You had seen the stubby pointed canines he had, but there were loads of people who had those slightly longer than average. Why did they look bigger now, accompanied with a similar set on his bottom teeth that surely weren't there before.

Also, was he fuzzier than normal? It was all hard to see in the dim light. It could just have been dirt stuck on his skin from being out in the woods so long. Surely he didn't bother cleaning up out there.

All the while Daryl dragged his game inside and stopped to report to Carol, glancing your way every so often as he could feel the energy radiating off you. He was enjoying the way you stared at him with confusion that slowly morphed into something he almost wanted to categorize as adoration.

It wasn't often Daryl got that look from anyone, so to say he was suddenly more intrigued by the baker woman was an understatement.

"Hey," Daryl's voice pulled you from your thoughts, staring at him without a single word running through your mind. "Wanna help unload all'a this at the butcher?"

A silent nod was all you managed as you followed him, hearing Carol say something but not entirely registering her words.

It was the next day when you saw him outside of his usual routine yet again, before the time of his usual pickup. The early summer sun was up when you made your rounds, and so was Daryl.

Across the street from the butcher’s place was a small area that used to be a children’s playground where you caught him doing pull-ups, flannel hanging open over his torso that you secretly expected to be way more toned, but instead you saw lightly furred soft flesh.

He hadn’t noticed you as you moved past to the butcher’s doorstep where you’d leave her order, quietly mumbling to yourself as you stared at Daryl again. “Lords, I want that man to fold me like a lawn chair..” You were so lost in the view of him pulling up his full weight with just one arm, his legs crossed under him, that you didn’t hear the butcher arrive until she pat you on the shoulder. “I may not be into men, but even I can see the appeal of that old dog bending me over the nearest surface.”

The sudden contact made you squeak and jump away, only to be laughed at as you stumbled over your words before running along on your delivery route.

It was only a couple of seconds after you were out of earshot that Daryl appeared on the butcher's steps, shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at the interaction he heard all too well just a moment ago. "Yer horrible, ya know tha'?" He bumped her shoulder aa he walked past her, into the shop to start working on all the kills he brought back the day before.

The butcher let out a breath through her nose. "And you love me for it, mutt." Behind her she closed the door and flipped off the hunter, sticking out her tongue behind his back. "'Course I love ya, ya crazy knife wieldin' hag."

The rest of the day after running off at the butcher went fairly normal, Daryl picked up his order and you cleaned the place alone with the baker having to leave early for a meeting.

It was only when you closed up shop for the day that it got weird. Daryl stood outside, seemingly waiting with his arms crossed under short sleeves so tight you wondered how they hadn't cut off circulation yet.

Without missing a beat he pushed himself off the wall and stepped beside you. "C'mon. Wanna show ya som'n." His gruff voice could tell you to eat dirt and you'd do it so naturally you followed suit, walking around the community until you reached the homes placed at the far end, right at the forest wall.

You took in the beat up old truck with the hood popped and one wheel missing, and next to it inside the garage with the missing door a bike that looked like it was made over years of collecting parts. Was this his home?

You followed him inside the garage, the door in the back opening and leading into a small kitchen littered with tools and materials. The tea towel you gave him the bread in laid neatly folded on the corner of the messy table, not a single grease or oil covered item near it.

In the moment of distraction Daryl's hand landed on your hip as he scooted past you in the narrow space between the counter and the table, his crotch brushing your ass in the process.

He felt you become rigid at his touch and apologized. "Sorry, doll. Place ain't made fer two."

His hand remained in its place, squeezing as he apoligized making you want to just give in to your haunting daydreams and let him take you right then and there.

"So, what did you wanna show me again?" You were fidgeting, trying to calm your nerves with Daryl so close.

"S' upstairs. Sum ol' items ya can dig through. See if ya wan' sum." With a hand placed on your hip he led you upstairs, steering you around the corner and through one of the doors, ending with your knees pressed against a bed.

Before you had a chance to ask anything one of Daryl's hands came around your front, resting on your lower belly as the other one snuck around your chest. "How 'bout ya be a good girl fer me an' lemme fold ya like a lawn chair." His beard drug across your skin as he came to bite your earlobe. "Tha's what ya want, righ'? Got all hot 'n bothered when the butcher mentioned me bendin 'er over the counter.." with one hand sneaking under your waistband and the other softly squeezing your breast he had you whimpering.

"S'fine, righ'?" His hands stilled at your silence. "Words, doll. Ain' gon do anythin' unless ya give me an okay." His hands moved to cafefully turn you around to look you in the eye, but you quickly buried your face in his chest, hands against him as well and all your body wanted was to squeeze.

Squeeze your fingers into his plump, soft chest. Squeeze your thighs together for some desparately needed friction.

You softly nodded, murmuring something Daryl couldn't make out.

"Need ta hear ya." Daryl softly caressed your shoulder, moving to tilt your head up so you'd look at him.

Your eyes scanned his face, soft and gentle. Eyes glistening a bright blue between the thick, red scarred line that cut right through an eyebrow. Your eyes wandered to his lips, partially hidden by the grey scruff that occupied the lower half of his face as you breathed. "I want this."

With your eyes on his lips you saw his concerned look change into a wicked grin that showed his pointed canines.

In a split second after that you were thrown onto the bed and caged between Daryl's limbs, his face buried in your neck as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

"Go on." He whispered. "Take 'em off. I know ya wan' it." Daryl was on his way to the hem of your shirt already as you slowly worked your hands towards the buttons of of his flannel, undoing them with trembling fingers, focus drifting away with every drag of his teeth across your flesh.

With some assistance your top halves were soon bare. Daryl's hands on your soft chest, tongue all over them as he sucked bruises to the underside.

Your fingers found his hair, pulling at the strands in pleasure as the others traced every scar on Daryl's body. From the small puncture wounds to the large gashes on his back, you caressed each one of them.

Letting out short, panted breaths your body burned wherever Daryl's fingers trailed, the rough pads leaving a path of tingling flesh from your chest down to your side, his tongue following down your body between where his hands had gone.

With the descent of his body his scarred frame moved out of reach, placing both hands in his hair and tugging as his teeth dug into your skin, earning a growl that sounded from deep in his chest.

With newfound interest you pulled again, your nails scratching his scalp in the process as your hips rolled up against his torso.

The low, scratchy moan that left him rumbled against your hip and had him quickly slide his hands down your hips. With no effort you felt your hips rise as two strong hands grabbed your ass and fabric slide off your body. Both your loose trousers and panties were shoved down the rounds of your hips as they lifted off the bed, the fabric pulled off your legs before your knees ended on both sides of your chest and Daryl's teeth were back just below your bellybutton where the meat of your folded torso met in perfect, bite-sized rolls.

You watched him litter your stomach in marks, clamping his jaw onto your thighs to color your skin in where only he could admire them.

"Daryl, please.."

Your voice had him lock eyes with you from where he sat between your legs and watched your pleading gaze with a soft nod before leaning back down and licking a broad stripe over the back of your thigh, moving to delve his tongue right into your centre.

Your moans of his name added fuel to the already raging fire, parting your lips with his tongue and drinking up all of your sweetness. With each stroke against your clit your walls clenched around nothing, muscles tensing but your body laying unmoved under Daryl's strong grip.

You squirm, hands finding his on your thighs as you whine and mewl, signaling you being close to finishing.

"Such pretty sounds, all fer me.." Daryl speaks against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more and teasing you, making you hold back your own thigh so his fingers could join his mouth, stuffing two down your entrance with ease as he kept licking and sucking in tandem with the curls of his digits.

Your sounds increase in volume with Daryl's ministrations, crying out at your peak, clenching your walls tightly around his fingers as you finished.

"'Ere, lemme stretch those legs fer ya." With gentle hands he laid your legs flat against the bed on either side of him, allowing the blood flow to return while you came down from your high.

You watched him with hazy eyes, on his knees between your legs tugging at the button and zipper of his black jeans. Beneath the oh so inviting trail of dark hair he lowered the layers still on him to reveal his thick, hard cock.

Your view was close to perfection, a gorgeous old man between your spread legs. The lines of his body like rings on a tree, showing signs of age and survival. From the scar at his collarbone, at the edge of the soft dusting of chest hair down to his thick strong legs he was removing his clothes from he was like a piece of art for you to admire as you desired.

And gods, you desired him.

"Ya look like ya wanna eat me alive." He looked down at you, one hand running through his hair while the other slowly stroked his cock.

You licking your lips as you stared at his impressive length was all he needed to ler himself fall forward and catch himself right before he'd make contact with you, calmly catching your lips in a deep kiss. With your tongue against his lips you asked for more and he obliged almost immediately, parting his lips and swiping his tongue against yours, lips moulding together in percect harmony until you desperately needed air.

Your hand lingered on the side of his head, thumb caressing the scar around his eye.

"What's the story on this one?" Daryl couldn't get enough of that look on your face. The one filled with curiosity, not a speck of fear or disgust on you.

"Old girlfrien' decided she didn' like me no more." He averted your gaze as he remembered the fight in the cabin back then, and the serrated edge of the knife catching the skin of his face. He deliberately left out the terms his then lover called him as she chased him out the door with a shotgun. That was a tale for another time.

Right now all he wanted was to ravish the woman underneath him.

The setting sun caught his eyes and for a fraction of a second they seemed to glow, icy blue in a sea of black. When they looked back at you it was gone, a pair of normal blue eyes looking at you.

He shook off the memories and brought his focus back to the now, to you underneath him, the scent of your arousal, and his painfully hard cock.

Daryl adjusted his position, his length rubbing your folds in the process earning a soft moan from you.

"Gonna make more o'them pretty noises fer me, doll?" His hand reached for his member and rubbed the tip between your folds, spreading your wetness around, listening to your soft mutters of "yes" and "please".

Daryl needed no more convincing, nuzzling your noses together before kissing you deeply as he slowly inches himself inside of you. The initial stretch hurt and you couldn't help but groan into the kiss at how big he was. His cock was way girthier than just two fingers, and it had been years since your last time before this.

Daryl's hand moved down your body, slowly rubbing your clit to distract from the stretch. His kisses deepened, your tongue sliding past his teeth, feeling around his fangs with fascination.

A soft whimper sounded from you as he bottomed out, making him halt a moment to let you adjust. "Ya tell me when yer good, 'kay?"

You nodded and answered a soft "uhuh." and a bit later, after a few experimental squeezes you told him you were good.

With his hand still on your hip Daryl carefully pulled back and slid inside at a slow and steady pace, letting you get used to him for a few thrusts until your heels came up to dig in his rear.

"Hmhm, eager are we?" Daryl grinned against your neck, taking the hint and quickening his pace. His hands had your hips in a bruising grasp, his hips snapping against yours earning soft gasps on each impact.

"H.. hah.. ah Daryl fuck--" you were a beautiful piece beneath him, with your head thrown to the side, arm covering your eyes and chest heaving and shaking with each thrust.

"So good, doll. So pretty for me." Daryl was huffing out a laugh, moving his hands off your hips to grab at your lower legs. Deep, short thrusts continued as he moved your legs from around him back to up beside your torso, knees pressed against your shoulders as he fucked into you with your ass up off the matress.

He was so deep all of a sudden it had you see stars, crying out his name aa your orgasm crashed down on you.

You were sweating all over, breaths deep to get enough air and body heavy. With your eyes closed you laid still, getting the air back into your lungs as Daryl teased you by softly rutting into your overly sensitive cunt.

"Don' tell me yer tired already, I haven't even finished yet.." His thrusts changed angles and now brushed your clit, having you mewl out pleas he chose to ignore. "Tha's more like it, music, those sounds o' yers." His thrusts continued, as did your pleas. You didn't even know what you were begging for but the knot in your belly was quickly returning in time with his thrusts getting sloppier, not long after crying out again as you came a few thrusts before je did too.

There were tears rolling down your face, laying limp on the bed. Daryl's hands had let go of your legs again, letting you stretch them for thr short moment before he was fully hard again.

Unexpectedly Daryl flipped you onto your stomach and moving your hips around to his preference.

"Time fer round two?" He wached you nod wit your face in the pillows, moving to slowly press inside you once more and bending down to press soft kisses to your back. Your mind went back to being hazy a few thrusts in with how good his cock felt at this new angle fist gripping at the pillows beneath you that muffled your moans.

His hands were all over your backside, kneading every soft surface he could reach as he continued his steady pace.

Your sounds were like music to his ears, wishing to hear them every night, over and over again until your throat was so soar he had to bring you medicine and nurse you back to health. Your curiosity was already enough to make him want you, never having anyone radiate such a type of energy towards him and it has him hooked. But having you here like this now had him almost addicted, wanting to keep you, claim you but he knew he didn't have the right to do so. He didn't deserve it, for he was sort of still lying to you about large aspects of his life.

But if he could make you feel this good now in this moment, that was all he cared about.

He fucked you from behind until you came once, twice and then moved you onto your side, holding onto one of your legs against his chest as je continued rutting into you, earning two more orgasms from you right before finishing himself for the second time.

As he came down from his high he stared at you, passed out and asleep beneath him. Ever so carefully he moved you so he could lay down as well, pulling you against his chest as he settled to drift off too.

It was morning by the time you woke up, groaning in pain as your legs resisted being moved off the bed. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and shot up off the bed. "Ah, god damn oww.." Your ass hit the matress again, the crunchy layer of dried fluids scratching your thighs.

"Oh for fuck's sake I'm gonna be late!" You stumbled around the place searching for the shower to scrub yourself clean, picking up your shirt off the floor and sniffing it. "Nope, can't wear that. Shit!" You found the bathroom and were vigorously scrubbing your legs and quickly back to digging through all of Daryl's drawers in a panic, trying to find something decent to wear.

"Ya know ya can just ask, right?" You didn't even register what he said and grumbled back at him. "I don't have time, okay? I'm already gonna be late for work and I got nothing to wear because my own clothes stink so I'm gonna have to run home first and be even later."

Face down in a drawer your attention was pulled by a short whistle, and the second you were up and turned towards the noise an entire outfit found your face.

Underwear, socks, simple sweats and a flanel.

"Why do you have a stash of women's clothes?" You were genuinely curious but that didn't stop you from struggling to put on the clothes with your entire body aching. "I don't even know how I'm gonna walk my rounds. Everything hurts.."

You were already dreading today and it had barely even started.

"Need me ta make yer rounds? Got time so I don' mind." Daryl was following you down the stairs now, hands ready to catch you as you stumbled, not wanting you to fall.down the stairs on your wobbly legs.

"No way I'm letting you do my rounds. I don't want the whole community on my neck tomorrow about why I sent you." You were halfway out the door already, walking as fast as possible and waving Daryl off on your not so fast way to work.

You arrived late and got told off for it, but the baker quickly changed his demeanor once he saw you limp. He gave you a quick rundown of what he had planned to do at the bakery and let you stay in as he took over your rounds, which you were very thankful for.

The front door bell rang and Carol appeared, a while after Daryl had dropped by for his usual, and bringing in a bag with your clothes.

"Hey, didn't see you this morning." Carol was as cheery as ever, her hair braided and her smile kind and motherly.

"Yeah," you leaned against the counter, wincing as you moved your weight. "Hurt my leg yesterday, so I'm in here thr whole day now." You tried to shrug it off, not feeling like coming up with a decent enough lie. Not that you needed one anyways.

"Which clearly has nothing to do with you spending the night at Daryl's place?" A knowing smile spread on her face as she looked you up and down, arms crossed over her chest, laughing as she watched your eyes about to pop out of your head in response. "You're wearing my emergency clothes. Looks like we have about the same size."

You felt blessed with today being a quiet day and could clean while you chatted with Carol and closed up shop after, with the baker off again while you ran the bakery.

"There's something wrong with that man." You sighed as you bent down to lock up the garage door, groaning as you came back up. "He's like, what? Almost sixty? And he still held out longer than me. I swear I passed out once before he was done."

Carol was giggling all the way with your bags in her hand. "He's fifty-four, but alright."

"Yeah, okay. That fifty-four year old would have kept going if I hadn't clocked out after lord knows how ma--"

"Five, doll." Daryl's voice suddenly behind you had you jump up and almost fall if it wasn't for his quick response to steady you.

"How the hell are you fine?" Your question was directed at Daryl, but your eyes were on Carol who was having the time of her life seeing you be so confused about her best friend's energy levels.

"There's a lot about Daryl you don't know yet, dear." She winked at her friend, who only grunted in response.

"Oh really? When are you planning on telling me all about yourself? Do I need to cook you a romantic dinner?" Your words came out with way too much excitement, letting out how eager you were to learn about Daryl.

"Ya'll learn eventually. No need ta rush things, righ'?" His voice kept cool, but Carol read his body language like a book and quickly saw he needed help to cross that line. Him scratching the side of his fingers, and obsessively wiping the hair out of his face, eyes looking everywhere but at you. They were all tells, and Carol felt bad for him.

"Why don't you two stay over for dinner? Ezekiel won't make it home in time so I'd be all alone otherwise." Carol quickly set up a plan, making it all seem like coincidence but in her mind she had all the steps figured out already.

"I'd love to stay over, but only if it's not too much effort." Peeking past Daryl you saw her wave your assumption off and assure it was fine.

And thus you three ended up around Carol's nice dinner table in the King's home.

Somehow you expected it to be fancy and pristine, but that would never happen with how selfless the King was.

The food was nice and Carol had gifted you some stronger painkillers she had laying around to ease your body, you all just chatted about your day, and you thought your subtle questions about him were going okay, until Daryl excused himself to go smoke what seemed in a hurry.

"It's okay honey, Daryl has a hard time opening up to people. He needs to find the right moments to talk." Carol gave you a loving shoulder squeeze and pointed you towards the back door where Daryl had just left through.

"He loves the forest, he feels safe there." With a wink she sent you off.

You carefully approached him and settled in the doorframe. "Hey," Your voice was soft as to not startle him. "Wanna go for a walk? Outside the walls."

With a nod he got up and offered you his hand to take, and with a sigh he let a smile come through. "Carol really set us up, didn't she?"

You laughed along with him and decided then you wouldn't push him, and let him talk at his pace.

With your gear gathered the two of you found yourselves walking along the tree line in silence.

"M' sorry." Daryl kept his eyes on the ground where he walked, but with his pinkie he touched yours and hooked them together.

"When Carol brought ya to welcome me back after the huntin' I was confused. But when I felt yer curious stares instead of gettin' negative 'n scared I got.." He fell quiet, his hand pulling away from yours but you quickly grabbed it fully, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles.

But you stayed quiet, and just walked with his hand in yours.

After a long stretch of only hearing the ground crunch under your shoes Daryl stopped.

"S'where I stay when I go out each month." You stood a few feet away from a rock wall, overgrown with green and a small clearing in it. Looking around you there was no way of being seen here from any angle.

You also saw trees with torn off branches and what looked like deep claw marks. "Should'a shown ya 'fore last night."

You looked over at him and made sure he saw you smile. "You really think anything would have changed my mind?" Your hands came up to his face to hold his gaze on you, hoping he'd see the truth in your eyes.

"I know yer not lyin'. Ya haven't lied since we started talkin'." His hand moved to touch the small of your back, the other one gesturing at the overgrown wall. "C'mon."

Daryl had his knife ready as he moved past some hanging vines with your hand in his to keep you close.

The area was void of any dead, except for the picked clean bones covering the ground.

And the seemingly random pile of fabrics and signs of humans staying here.

He let go of your hand and let you wander around, staring at every little thing.

You kneeled down off to the side, getting up to move some vines to let in more light before walking back.

"You stay here?" Your fingers traced the print in the sand, glancing over at Daryl who was slowly stepping closer with calculated steps, like a true huntsman would to not startle an animal.

Quietly he leaned down next to you, and without saying a word moved his hand to the print in the loose sand.

The world went blurry around Daryl's hand as you watched it change. Muscles under the skin warping to reshape as flesh darkened and nails grew, and then fit perfectly into the indentation.

Daryl was hyper aware of everything around him, senses almost overwhelming him as he felt the worms crawl under the earth and heard the birds fly over outside. But even with his senses running on overdrive he couldn't find a single negative feeling coming off you.

You stared at his hand, now more a claw and it felt like everything suddenly made sense.

His strength, the way he heard things from so far off, his way of using terms that didn't make sense and that strange glow in his eyes.

Daryl's mind kept showing you running away, crying as he got closer each time.

Instead, there in the small cave like structure he called home once a month, you reached out your hand and placed it on top of his changed one.

"I don't regret being curious." Your shoulder rested against his, slowly easing into more contact. "And I'm still happy I went home with you, and came here to see this. To see you." Your weight was now entirely resting against his side, and for the first time since he sat down he dared to look at you.

You, who laid comfortably against his side.

"I'm honestly kinda glad you showed me this." You watched Daryl raise his brows at your words. "Suddenly your strange but interesting things make sense. Kinda obvious for someone to be so strong, or have glowy eyes when they're not human."

Your hand gave his a comfortable squeeze. "I hope you'll show me all of this you one day." With a finger pressed to his knuckles you moved your head to kiss his cheek.

"Close yer eyes fer a minute." Daryl moved to stand after he kissed your head, moving behind you.

Noises filled the air. Clothes being undone and landing on the floor.

And then cracking. Tearing and groaning. Coughing and growling, a thud that acompanied a shove against your backside that almost made you turn around, but je asked not to, and you were going to respect his wish.

Once the noises died down and all you heard was deep breathing you opened your eyes again, staring straight forward as you waited. Waited for something to signal it was okay to turn.

That something was a press against your shoulder, a press and a huff of air against your exposed neck.

From the edge of your vision a nose peeked, making you turn and stare right into his scarred eye.

"Wow." It caught you off guard and you stubled backwards just a small bit, staring and laughing at yourself for falling on your ass. "Okay. Big guy. That's ..wow."

You followed his movements as he walked into your view. And you recognised him. All ofrhe features that made Daryl look like himself changed along with him, from the dark, shaggy mane to the scar and beard. Even his tattoos were spots of darker fur, especially clear on the lighter areas.

But, still..

"Wait. So Carol knows about," you wildly gestured at his entire self. "you know, this. She's seen you? And what about the butcher? That comment of hers, she knew."

You gasped in realisation. "You were testing me! You could hear us, you were there on purpose oh my god."

Daryl only sat and listened to your rambling. If anyone had asked him how he envisioned this scene to go, he would have never guessed this to be the way. Not that he was complaining or anything, he liked this.

He liked you, and you liked him too, even in this shape.

With a tap to your hand and his paw covering his eyes he asked you to look away once more, changing back to his human self and getting dressed before coming to press a kiss to your temple. "So, ya sure this's all fine?"

You stood up to join him at eye level. "You're either the most dense man ever, or are still convinced you don't deserve love just because you're different." Your deadpan look spoke more than needed.

"Yeah, alrigh'. Sorry." He shook his head in apology.

"You literally just turned into a goddamn werewolf." You paused. "Wait. That is correct, right? You're a werewolf? I mean, I don't wanna assume and be wrong, or offensive.."

He kept his head low but nodded, telling you were correct in your observations.

You stepped into his space and peppered his face with kisses, grabbing his hands to fake a sense of chaining him to you and it worked. He let himself melt into you and accept your affection.

Your love.

"Let's go home?"

With a nod he stepped back go retrieve your items. "Yeah. Home's good."

The walk home was silent, only sporadic and very random questions with short and simple answers.

Only when he dropped you off at home he spoke full sentences again. "I wan' ya t'move in with me."

You shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, okay. But we gotta clean the place first."

With a nod he agreed and let you go for the day. Only a week later moving the last of your items into his home after strategically cleaning and rearranging his home to accomodate two people.

That night, in bed all cuddled up together after a shower, Daryl pressed his lips against your jaw and uttered three simple words.

"I love ya."

A/N: Okay yeah damn that became way longer than I originally planned. But it wad fun! Hope you enjoyed it~

[reikook]

summary: y/n finds herself caught in a web of as she develops unexpected feelings for her brother's best friend once she comes back from uni for summer break. initial hesitation, the undeniable connection between them pulls her closer, leading to a forbidden romance that tests loyalties and boundaries.

parring: fuckboy!jk x richgirloc

warnings: jk has some anger issues.., they play tennis alott brother best friend trope, y/n brother is taehyung, situationship, secret relationship kinda?, jungkook used to fw y/ns bestie OOP, thier all rich asf smut. angst drug use. and many more to come in other chapters

“Y/n! Taehyung!” their mother said hugging them both. “it’s been so long i miss my kiddos!”

They unloaded the car quickly, and as soon as they were done, y/n picked up her suitcase and book bag and headed straight for her old bedroom.

It had calico wallpaper and a white bedroom set and not to mention it was huge. she went over to her night stand and saw a white framed picture of her as a middle schooler and she quickly put it in the drawer “ew”

Y/ns mom knocks on her door “get dressed Taehyung is inviting his friends over for dinner

Y/n groans knowing his douche friends are coming over.

“Wear something nice!” Y/n mother said leaving her be in her room. Y/n flops on her bed and sighs heavily falling to sleep from the long airplane trip.

Y/n decided to wear a black crop top and light washed blue baggy jeans with black and white converse. She went downstairs of her almost mansion and saw his friends. She already knew them but there was a new member?

He had fluffy black hair, black shirt and jorts with black sambas and tattoos going down his arm with sliver chrome hearts bracelet and a lip piercing. Holy fuck.

Y/n sneaked up back upstairs to her room and added mascara and concealer. Then went back downstairs and sat down at the neatly seat dinner table

“You have a nice home Mrs. L/n” jimin said stuffing his face with the salad. “Aw thank you sweetheart!” Her mom responded, Y/n almost cringed by her mom acting fake and nice

“Y/n can you hand me the bread please?” Taehyung butted in. She reached over and handed it to him

“So.. jungkook? Is that your name?” Jungkook nodded knowing he’s about to be questioned

“You have a lot of tattoos wow.. what did your parents say?” Y/n mom says

“Mom stop” Taehyung whispers to her

“It’s fine my parents didn’t really care about them and I like them a lot so”

Y/ns mom hummed

“And what about you y/n how’s school going? I mean they’ve been calling me alot so”

She shrugged playing with her food. This is the worst thing ever for y/n

After dinner y/n took a shower and changed into a hoodie and shorts and laid on her bed watching tiktok trying to keep her mind off that hottie. She went quickly to Instagram to find him but was quickly interrupted.

Taehyung barged in her room “yo wanna play tennis”

“Sure”

Y/n got up and put her phone on the charger and put on her tennis shoes and grabbed her racket from her closet .They both walked to the tennis court and grabbed the tennis ball

“Ready?” Taehyung yelled out

Y/n hit the ball.

“I’m gonna get a drink of water” y/n called out dropping her racket and walking out of the court and went to the clubhouse and there he was standing there with a blunt in his hand

“Oh shit” jungkook said throwing it away quickly

“I don’t care about that” y/n said filling up her water bottle”

“Wait I think i remember you” jungkook said looking at her intensely “oh shit it’s you! Weren’t you friends with what’s her name.. oh yea Elise. God she was a bitch, no offense”

“What?” Y/n said confused totally of what he just said

“Elise your friend? We dated for like a month or some shit senior year in high school

“I don’t know. I mean she’s my friend but she never told me about you

“Such a bitch..” he said looking up and getting flashbacks

“Shes coming to see me this week I think”

“Eh I don’t care I have no feelings for her anymore as long if I don’t see her dumb face”

Y/n laughed at that “when did u become friends with taehyung?”

“Like this year I was his plug then we just became friends I guess

“Taehyung smokes?”

“No edibles big baby”

Y/ns mouth formed a “o”

“Do you smoke?

“Um.. no I play tennis for my school”

“Boring. Anyway it was nice talking to you.. are u gonna get that”

Y/n looked to see her water bottle was overfilling “Oh thanks”

He walked past her and walked out of her sight. Y/n smiled to herself walking back to the court. “The fuck were you doing?” Taehyung called out

“Nothing? I said I was filling up my water bottle”

“Sureeee”

a/n: hope yall enjoyed this one pls give me feedback this is like my first story ever and this is inspired by euphoria and challengers the movie!

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Bonus Chapter]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 5.6K

Chapter warning(s): Slightly suggestive at the end.

"Happy birthday!" Wooyoung burst into your bedroom. You groaned and hid under the covers, snuggling closer to Seonghwa. But of course, Wooyoung put his whole body on top of yours to squish you with all his affection.

"Where's Yunho hyung?" Jongho asked, realising it was Seonghwa beside you and not your boyfriend.

"He said he had something on in the afternoon that he couldn't change and we'll celebrate my birthday tonight so Seonghwa came over at midnight to wish me and spend the night." You yawned.

"What?! And you didn't invite us?" Wooyoung screeched.

"Just know I am the first to wish her happy birthday like a true best friend." Seonghwa said with a smug smile on his face.

"It's just a birthday, guys. Like every other day. It's not that big a deal." You said, scooching over to the middle of the bed so Wooyoung could lie beside you instead of on top of you.

"You really know how to put a damper on a birthday, huh?" Wooyoung scoffed.

"It's my birthday. I can celebrate it however I want and right now, I want to stay in bed and do nothing." You declared, reaching over to pat Willow as she slept in her dog bed.

"Let's see if you can say the same when you find out your surprise." Jongho said. Seonghwa and Wooyoung both snickered. Now that got you more alert. Even if they knew your sentiments towards birthdays, the boys never fail to celebrate it with you somehow. Seonghwa always planned some sort of surprise.

"What surprise?" You asked.

"Now you're interested? I thought you wanted to stay in bed the whole day?" Seonghwa asked. You shot him a dirty look and jabbed his side, making him wince and curl up.

"Get dressed and ready to go out! Then we'll bring you to your surprise." Wooyoung patted your butt and pulled you to sit up.

"Alright, alright." You yawned and stretched your arms, getting out of bed and shuffling to your bathroom.

"Hwa, do you need your towel?" You asked before you closed the bathroom door. He came in to get it himself, getting his toothbrush at the same time.

'Happy birthday, love~ I'll see you tonight! Enjoy yourself with Seonghwa hyung, Wooyoung and Jongho. I love you.

- Your yuyu'

You saw the post-it on the mirror in Yunho's familiar handwriting, making you smile. You didn't enter the bathroom after Yunho left so you guessed he left this behind for you.

'Thank you for the note. I have no idea where the 3 are dragging me to, it's a surprise they say. I'll see you tonight, I love you too. - (y/n)'

You sent a message to Yunho and finished getting ready. Seonghwa came to tell you not to dress too fancily, which only made you more curious and slightly worried that they might drag you to do some sort of physical activity.

"Is jeans and a t shirt okay...?" You poked your head out into the hallway.

"Yes. Now hurry and eat breakfast." Wooyoung rushed. You rolled your eyes and went to get ready, grabbing a black t shirt and a pair of simple jeans to dress in.

"You know, considering it's my birthday, you're actually making me feel slightly concerned about this surprise." You said to them.

"We won't kill you." Jongho assured.

"That's not very reassuring, Jong." You scoffed, sitting at the counter. Seonghwa slid you a coffee and a slice of toasted sourdough bread that he made fresh yesterday.

"I have whipped mascarpone in the fridge. Can you get me that and the cherry jam, please?" You asked.

"Sure." Seonghwa went to retrieve it. You spread both on your toast and took a bite. Seonghwa hummed as he made one for himself.

"There's something different about this cherry jam that you made. It doesn't taste like the regular one. Like there is a caramel flavour." Seonghwa noted.

"Yeah, I did something different. You know the homemade maraschino cherries that Jongho and I made last time with the rainer cherries? The ones that were soaked in rum. I added a few inside with the liquid they're soaking in. Thought the after taste of flavoured rum would add more depth." You explained.

"It's good. I like it and it doesn't taste alcoholic at all." Seonghwa nodded in approval. Wooyoung and Jongho came over to steal bites from you.

"The cherries didn't go bad?" Jongho asked. You shook your head.

"I think we added too little alcohol last time, that's why it went bad. This batch was just right." You said.

"Hurry up and eat or else we won't have time for your surprise." Wooyoung whined, rushing you. You laughed and shook your head, he was more excited than you were.

"I'm done, I'm done. Let's go." You finished the last bit of your coffee and kissed your pets goodbye.

"We'll drive." Jongho shook his keys. You all climbed into his car, with you and Seonghwa in the back seat, Wooyoung in the passenger.

"Do I get a hint?" You asked, looking out the window. The place didn't seem familiar and considering you just ate breakfast, you assumed they weren't going to drag you to another location to eat.

"Nope." Seonghwa was quick to shoot you down. You pouted at him and took your phone out to text Yunho. He felt really bad for missing half your birthday but you assured him you didn't put much importance on your birthday, it was just another day.

"Okay, blindfold time!" Wooyoung declared and Seonghwa nodded, taking the eyeshades out of his pocket.

"You guys are gonna drive me to a forest and leave me in a ditch to die, aren't you?" You looked at your best friend suspicious, backing up slightly towards the door.

"You are so dramatic, just as much as Wooyoung. Which says a lot." Seonghwa scoffed.

"Hey!" Wooyoung yelled out in protest. But you sighed and gave in, knowing you couldn't argue against the 3 of them on your own.

"Hold my hand so I know you aren't gonna do something to me." You said as Seonghwa put the eyeshades over your head, making sure not to mess up your hair too much.

"Fine, you're such a scaredy cat." Seonghwa teased, reassuringly grasping your hand in his.

"You guys are the ones who say I'm the cat." You reminded.

"Shhh." Seonghwa shushed you, carefully guiding your head so you could lay on his shoulder. Being blindfolded, you didn't know where to lean and he didn't want you to accidentally bump your head.

"Okay, we're here. Don't move, we'll get you out." Jongho said as you felt the car stop after he parked. You obediently didn't listen, continuing to lean on Seonghwa. Then you heard the door open and someone carefully guide you out of the car. You stood there, unsure of what to do next.

"Follow us. Walk slowly, there are no steps in front of you." Wooyoung told you and you cautiously took steps in front of you, each arm being held by someone.

"Alright, that's good. Stop here." Seonghwa said. You stood still, not really hearing or sensing anything until there was popping heard.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, (y/n)!" You removed the blindfold and gasped. All of the boys' families were there.

"Yunho!" Your eyes widened in surprise before you ran over to hug him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, leaning down to press his cheek against your head lovingly.

"You really know where her priorities lie." Mingi teased.

"Thank you all for coming." You said shyly, greeting all 8 sets of parents and siblings.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we got all our parents here, (y/n). Yes, it is to celebrate your birthday but basically, we needed mouths to feed for your real surprise." Seonghwa told you.

"This isn't the surprise?" You blinked in confusion.

"We're just a part of it, dear." Mrs Park giggled. Yunho grinned at you and pulled away the cloth that was covering a huge contraption. The moment your actual surprise was revealed, your jaw dropped at what you saw. You were in disbelief.

"Shut up, you didn't..." Was all you could say. Although Yunho's friends didn't really understand it, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho did. After all, they planned this.

"Isn't that a kebab spinning thing? You know, where the meat goes." San leaned over to ask.

"It's her dream to operate one and carve meat off it. We've never got a chance to use it before." Wooyoung explained.

"Eeeee heheheh thank you! Thank you!" You squealed exictedly, unable to contain your excitement. Honestly, you didn't know who to hug so you hugged Yunho.

"You shouldn't thank me, love. They spent a long time explaining this to me." Yunho said, patting your head.

"Thank you." You hugged Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho.

"You're welcome." Jongho patted your back. Wooyoung held your shoulders and led you to the doner spit. You rubbed your hands excitedly as you looked at all the ingredients laid out.

"She's really something. Only she would have such a wish on her birthday." Yeosang chuckled.

"That's what I love about her. She's so unapologetically her and she's so driven by food, which is her passion. I'll never understand it but I love seeing how happy it makes her." Yunho smiled, watching you excitedly put the meat on the spit with the biggest smile on your face. You were truly in your element.

"So how does this work?" Yunho came to stand with you.

"You put the meat on here. As the outside cooks, you carve it off and eat it on rice or in pita. Some people even have this machine that shaves off the meat." You told him.

"That's cool. Can't wait to eat it." Yunho kissed your temple since you were busy focusing on the meat.

"Did you manage to settle what you needed to do?" You asked.

"Oh yeah, I did... I'm all yours for the rest of the day. So don't eat too much because I'm taking you to dinner tonight." Yunho declared. You laughed and nodded.

"You guys are so gross." Hongjoong gagged. Yunho rolled his eyes at the older male's words.

"You're just jealous." He shot back. Wooyoung turned the doner spit on and the meat started the turn.

"Ooooh." Mingi went close to take a video but you instinctively grabbed the back of his shirt to pull him back, making him stumble and almost fall.

"Sorry! It's hot, Mingi. I didn't want you to burn yourself." You said. Mingi laughed and nodded, wrapping his arms around you to show how grateful he was that you stopped him. Seeing that, Yunho frowned slightly and plucked Mingi's hands off you.

"Aigo, Yunho ah. Don't be jealous." Yunho's mum giggled, making the other mums coo at him.

"I'm not!" Yunho squeaked, his ears turning a bright red. Hongjoong and Yeosang went around to give drinks out to people, as well as some plates and cutlery.

"We're ready for when the meat is done." San smiled.

"Yes, help yourself if you want rice or a pita. The sauces and vegetables are at the side." Seonghwa directed everyone.

"Go on, my love." Yunho said, holding his phone up to take a video of you carving meat. With a large knife, you began to carve the outer layer of the meat.

"It looks so good." Mingi said.

"It smells so good!" Yunho grinned excitedly. Of course, you weren't too interested in eating it so you fed some to him.

"So good." Yunho melted at the taste. You took turns with Seonghwa, Jongho and Wooyoung, each carving the meat and tossing it in the juices at the bottom of the spit before giving it out.

Yunho watched you from the side, eating his food and occasionally feeding you a few bites. He knew you weren't too interested in eating, just carving the meat off the rotating spit. You were really so happy, giggling to yourself and asking if people wanted more just so you could carve more meat off.

"I know you're having fun but you got to eat too, dear." The parents fussed over you, as usual. You were like the adopted daughter of each family, both fathers and mothers loved to fuss over you.

"I will! I will! Thank you!" You grinned. Mr Jeong patted your head with a fatherly smile.

"And we also want to give you this. Happy birthday." Mrs Jeong handed you a money packet.

"Omma?! Appa?!" Yunho blinked in disbelief. He usually get wishes from his parents and an occasional gift but never a money packet. You received it with a bow.

"Thank you." You hugged them.

"Us too!" Mr Song raised his hand and with his wife, they held out the money packet to you.

"Don't forget us." Haneul giggled, giving you an actual gift while her parents gave you a money packet. The 8 boys watched in disbelief, shock and jealousy as their parents gave you money.

"Spend the money on yourself, okay? Not on things to feed our sons." The parents said. You laughed and nodded your head. It was moments like these, you didn't need your biological father and stepmother in your life. You had 8 sets of parents and siblings here.

"This is so pretty! Thank you." You said, unwrapping Haneul's gift to find a Dior lipstick inside.

"So, will we get money during our birthdays too?" Hongjoong asked.

"Why would we give you money? You're already working." Mr Kim raised an eyebrow at his son's questions. Hongjoong's jaw dropped slightly at the blatant biasness.

"But you gave (y/n) money." Wooyoung protested.

"So? What's your point?" His mother asked, slapping the back of his head as she chided him.

"Wow, all this FAVOURTISM!" The boys protested. Yunho stood behind you, wrapping his arms over your shoulders. You looked up at him and he smiled down at you.

"Are you enjoying the food?" He asked.

"Mhmm but I enjoy the cooking and carving part much more. I mean, look at that thing." You giggled.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Even if I don't really get it, I'm happy as long as you're happy." He leaned down to kiss your forehead upside down. You closed your eyes and smiled up at him, he was really the sweetest person ever. You put your hand over his own and squeezed it tightly.

About halfway through the little gathering, Yunho announced his leave. Of course, you were confused because you thought you were going to dinner after this.

"I actually have something to prepare." Yunho confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yun... You don't have to. I'd much rather you just spend time with me." You admitted, hugging him.

"I know. I'm sorry I'm leaving but I promise it'll be worth it." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You nodded, disappointed to part from him but you let him go.

"I'll see you." Yunho bid everyone goodbye, including his parents and Gunho before running off.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Seonghwa patted your shoulders.

"I know. But he doesn't have to do much, having him with me is all I need." You said, beginning to carve the remaining meat off to distribute it to the families and the other boys to take home.

"Now that you're done with that, let's have some champagne." You were whisked away by the mothers and a champagne flute was placed into your hand. There was a small toast, with everyone lifting their drink cups.

"Happy birthday, (y/n)!" They all cheered and drank whatever was in their cups.

"Thank you for the surprise and for coming down to spend my birthday with me. It was truly amazing." You smiled softly as you looked at everyone.

"Any time. We're family afterall." Gunho slung an arm around you.

"Take a picture of us and send it to my brother please." He requested. Of course, Mingi stepped up to do it.

"You are purposely trying to rile your brother up." Mr Jeong shook his head at his younger son's behaviour. Gunho nodded in confirmation, not even going to deny it.

RINGGGGGG

"Look what you did." You stepped aside from Gunho to take your phone out and saw Yunho's contact ID.

"Hey, love. Do you mind putting me on speaker please?"

The moment you did, Yunho's voice was no longer the sweet tone that he spoke to you in.

"JEONG GUNHO! YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR ARM OFF MY GIRL OR YOU'LL REGRET IT! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'LL DO YET BUT I WILL MAKE SURE IT IS SLOW AND PAINFUL! And it's not just me! You'll be dealing with Whiskey and Willow too! Okay, maybe not Whiskey since he doesn't care BUT WILLOW...!"

"You're not here to stop me though, are you hyung?" Gunho teased. You tried your best not to laugh at their banter but imaging Yunho's pouty angry face made you giggle.

"Baby~ Don't laugh at me~ Omma, they're bullying me."

"Yunho ah, you shouldn't be whining and complaining to me in front of your girlfriend." Mrs Jeong chuckled.

"Alright, alright. Don't whine, Yun. I promise I won't let Gunho have any physical contact with me anymore, okay? I'll see you soon." You hummed and hung up.

"Time for some pictures." Seonghwa declared.

"I'll take them!" Wooyoung raised his hand, taking his DSLR out of his bag and holding it up.

As you took pictures with people, you were kind of sad that you didn't have the chance to take a picture with Yunho before you left. But you swallowed that feeling, knowing you'll see him later.

"My turn! My turn!" Kyungmin jumped excitedly, running into your arms and posing immediately. You smiled and patted his head, smiling for the camera. Once everyone was done with their pictures, you bid them goodbye.

"Thanks again for making the time to come down here." You hugged all the parents.

"Stop sounding like you're inconveniencing us. You always make time for family and always spend time with family, even if there's no big occasion to." Mrs Kang wrapped an arm around you.

"Thank you for showing me what real family is." You tried your best not to get choked up.

"Nothing to thank us for. Don't forget, next week we're going for brunch." Mrs Kim reminded with a chuckle.

"Yes, I won't forget." You said, hugging her before they all left with the boys' siblings.

"Look at you, making brunch plans with our mothers and we're not even invited." San laughed, hugging you and lifting you up slightly. You giggled and patted his shoulder.

"Thank you again for the surprise and just being here with your families." You said to all of them.

"Stop thanking already! You know we will always celebrate your birthday, even if you wanna be a grumpy little cat about it." Jongho teased, making you playfully frown at him. It was still weird for you, even if your friends always celebrated your birthday. But to have family celebrating your birthday, it was still foreign.

"Sorry to break the mood but we have to get you home to get ready for your dinner with Yunho." Seonghwa cut in, having checked the time on his phone.

"Bye! I'll see you next week." You bid everyone goodbye. Wooyoung, Seonghwa, Jongho and yourself climbed back into Jongho's car.

"Do you know anything about Yunho's dinner surprise? Like where he is taking me or the cuisine?" You asked.

"Nope." The 3 replied.

"Now I know you guys are lying because you replied a little too quickly..." You crossed your arms with a scoff, knowing Yunho probably roped them into this surprise.

"Alright, we're here. See you tomorrow." They wished as they pulled up to the drop of point.

"Aren't you guys gonna come in?" You raised an eyebrow. They always invited themselves into your house.

"Sorry! We're busy!" Wooyoung quickly closed the door and Jongho drove off before you could say anything, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. You blinked in confusion but shrugged and went up.

"Willow, Whiskey, I'm home." You opened the door, announcing your arrival to your pets. You were surprised to find your house lights already on, maybe you forgot to turn them off when you were rushed out of the house this morning.

"Surprise!" Your eyes widened when you saw Yunho standing there in the kitchen, wearing an apron, cooking something.

"What the..." You didn't even know what to say.

"Oh, my poor baby. Did I scare you? Your shocked face is so cute." Yunho laughed and came over, arms wide spread as he engulfed you in one of his bear hugs.

"How did you... When did you... What...?" You still couldn't even form coherent sentences.

"We always go to nice places to eat but as a surprise, I thought that I would try cooking for you." He explained.

"When?"

"I've been practicing with the help of Seonghwa hyung, Wooyoung and Jongho. That's why I wasn't here last night, I was busy preparing stuff at my apartment." Yunho revealed.

"Y-Yun, I don't know what to say. This is the best surprise ever." You looked up at him, tip-toeing to press your lips against his. You didn't know how else to express your gratitude. Yes, the others always do nice things for you and give you presents but this was a whole new level and you're not just saying that because its Yunho.

"Come! Sit down and wait to be served." Holding your hand, he guided you to sit down at the bar to watch him work.

"It'll only take a second for me to plate." He smiled. You nodded and observed him, taking a look around the kitchen too. There were amazing smells and the kitchen looked clean.

"Wow, this looks amazing." You said as Yunho placed the first dish in front of you.

"It's a kumquat infused confit tomato tartlet with balsamic caramelised onions and crumbled feta." He recited.

"Wait, let me take a picture." It was plated so beautifully that you had to take a picture. After that, you took a bite of it. The burst of flavour was so good.

"Yun, this is delicious!" You complimented.

"Really?!" He grinned. You nodded and gestured for him to eat one, you wanted him to taste his own creation.

"It is good... The pastry is homemade, I made it last night after practicing with Jongho multiple times. It's a shortcrust pastry with fresh thyme and a grating a nutmeg to enhance the tomato flavour." He explained as he chewed.

"It's really good." You were surprised that Yunho made his own pastry crust. It wasn't easy and with the complexities of the toppings, you wouldn't have judged him if he used store bought.

"Ah! I forgot the wine!" Yunho exclaimed and ran off.

"Yun! It's fine, please don't rush and hurt yourself!" You stood up, trying to see where he disappeared to.

"Wooyoung brought me to a nice wine shop. So this a pinot noir, light tasting to suit appetisers. Then with the main, we have a heavier, full-bodies cab sauv." He popped the cork.

"Ooh, exciting. I love wine pairings." You rubbed your hands as you watched Yunho fill two glasses.

"I know." He chuckled and placed the glass in front of you.

"Happy birthday, my love." Yunho beamed and held his glass out. You melted slightly with a soft smile, lifting your glass to lightly clink it against his own.

"Thank you, Yun. For everything, not just today." You leaned forward to give him a kiss again.

"You're always welcome, baby. Now, let's go to the next course. It's a soup course." He placed his glass down and grabbed a bowl, going to the stove. You tried to look at what soup he was serving but his body was blocking the hobs. When he turned around, he saw you trying to peek and laughed at your face.

"You look like Whiskey trying to take a peak at things." He teased but put the bowl down. You gasped, you knew the look of this soup and if it was really what you assumed it to be...

"Smoked chicken consomme." He confirmed.

"Oh my gosh." You stared at it. The soup was so clear and golden, a well made consomme indeed.

"I..." You didn't think you'd be so overwhelmed with emotion before even tasting the soup. But consomme is one of the hardest soups to make and for Yunho to execute it perfectly.

"WHY ARE YOU CRYING?! You haven't even tasted it yet!" Yunho panicked, seeing tears stream down your cheeks.

"I promise it doesn't taste bad, love. Are you scared to eat it?" Yunho came over to hug you to his chest.

"You idiot! Of course, I know it won't taste bad... I just know how hard it is to make a consomme. And you made it..." You cried into his chest. Yunho chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

"Baby, it's just a soup." He rubbed your back.

"It's not just a soup! It's consomme!" You wailed. A part of you felt guilty too, that Yunho did so much for you, it probably wasn't easy learning how to make this and to make it so perfectly. Imagining Yunho slaving away to make all these things for you, you did feel bad.

"But do you mind trying the soup before it gets cold? And I haven't even impressed you with my main yet." He whined. You let out a little laugh and pulled away from his embrace.

"You can cry again after the meal, okay?" He laughed and gently wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"You're mean." You frowned and turned to taste the soup. As expected, it was delicious. Full of chicken flavour with a hint of smoke.

"I didn't think you would cry two courses in." Yunho teased. You rolled your eyes.

"I have high expectations for the main now." You teased back.

"Which reminds me, it needs to go into the oven." He said and turned back to the kitchen. You saw him put something in the oven and set a timer. But he used his body to block you so you couldn't see.

"Why won't you let me see?" You pouted. Yunho playfully shrugged and refilled your wine glass.

"By the way, where are the kids?" You finally noticed that Willow and Whiskey were not around. And usually by now, Willow would be pawing at your feet for a bite of your food. Like you, most of the time, Whiskey would chill on his own so half the time, you wouldn't even realise he was in the room.

"They're in the room. Whiskey is chilling in his usual spot by the window and Willow's in her crate. Both have been fed. I wanted it to be more relaxing while you ate." Yunho informed.

"Yeah but honestly it's kinda weird to not have Willow whimpering for my food." You giggled.

"I, for one, do not miss it. She always eats my food." Yunho sighed and went back to the hob to work on other things.

"Because she knows between the two of us, you're the weaker one." You replied. Yunho pouted but knew you were not wrong, he gives into the animals way too easily.

Just like how you give into Yunho easily.

"I still can't believe you did all this. Got secret cooking lessons, spent last night preparing the stuff..." You smiled.

"I want your birthday to be special." Yunho put an arm around your waist. Even if you were on an elevated bar stool, he still towered over you greatly.

"Yunho, it'll be special no matter what. As long as I can spend it with the people I love. Everyday with you is special to me, it doesn't just have to be on my birthday or any other occasion." You smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"I love you." He turned his head to plant a soft kiss against your palm. Just then, your moment was interrupted by the kitchen timer. Yunho broke away to retrieve the main from the oven.

"I'll just quickly plate up while it rests." Yunho smiled and turned around to plate the dish.

"Take your time." You chuckled, watching his back move.

"Beef wellington with garlic pomme puree and charred winter vegetables... With pan jus on the side." He put the plate with a gravy boat before you.

"Yun! This looks beautiful! A beef wellington?!" You exclaimed, snapping a few pictures while he changed your wine.

"The beef didn't cook like I intended. It's a bit more medium than medium rare..." Yunho said with slight frustration.

"No, it's great, Yun. Give yourself more credit." You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb. Taking the cutlery, you cut into the wellington and poured some of the jus over it.

"Yunho, it's absolutely delicious. The layers are so flavourful and the textures are perfect." You said as you chewed. Yunho thought you were adorable, kicking your feet and letting out little sounds of happiness. He rarely saw you like this, only when you were really content and happy.

"Eat it, Yun!" You laughed.

"I feel full just by watching you eat." He cooed teasingly with a smug smile on his face. You shot him a disgusted look, knowing he was doing this on purpose.

"I will not unleash my wrath on you only because you cooked this amazing meal." You threatened.

"Now, I understand why you guys get annoyed when the meat is cooked slightly over or under." Yunho chuckled.

"That's all that matter, Yun. I'm so proud of you, you've come so far with your cooking and all these dishes are not easy. Looks like I've lost a cooking assistant." You joked.

"You know what I'll always be your assistant, any day, any time." Yunho grinned.

"Shall I talk to Manager Kwon?" You asked.

"Okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves, I cooked one meal for you, love. I'm definitely not qualified to work at Anne Sophie's michelin starred restaurant." Yunho laughed, holding onto you.

"Are you ready for dessert?" Yunho turned to you. You nodded, giving him a kiss before he returned to the kitchen. He fixed a plate and turned around. There was a small sticky toffee pudding with a candle stuck in it, hovering his hand around the flame.

"Happy birthday to you~" Yunho began to sing with a big smile on his face. You clapped softly, watching him as he sang to you.

"Happy birthday, my love. Make a wish."

"Thank you, Yun. I don't need to make a wish, I already have all that I need." You still closed your eyes. You wished for the people around you to always stay happy and healthy, and blew out the candle.

"Here." You and Yunho each held a spoon, digging into the dessert to share it together.

"This has been an amazing meal, Yun. You'll have to cook for me again soon." You smiled after taking a bite.

"I'll continue to practice and cook for you any time you'd like." He winked.

After the dessert was done, you insisted on helping Yunho with the cleaning. But he cleaned as he cooked so there wasn't that much cleaning to do. Then you both got ready for bed.

"Happy birthday again, love." Yunho said, hovering over you, caging you in his arms.

"You made my birthday perfect, Yun." You reached up to cup his cheeks. Maybe with Yunho around, you would start liking to celebrate your birthday. Your birthday was always a bitter reminder that your mother got sick after giving birth to you, that's why you never liked to celebrate it.

"Hey... Come back to me, love..." Yunho's voice pulled you out of your deep thoughts. You looked up to meet his eyes, feeling his thumb wipe a stray tear off your cheek.

"Sorry." You whispered, leaning into his touch.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about." He shook his head with an understanding smile.

"I still miss my mom. And my birthday was always a reminder that she started to get weak and sick because of my birth. My dad always told me that." You looked at him through your tears.

"It's not your fault, baby. I'm sure your mother doesn't blame you." Yunho comforted.

"If I wasn't born, she would still be here." You breathed.

"If you weren't born, I wouldn't have met you. I wouldn't have you right here, in my arms." He leaned down to hug you. Now, Yunho knew why you didn't like celebrating your birthday.

"I'll make you love your birthday again. Every year, every day." He vouched, voice filled with determination. Yunho would show you the care and appreciation you needed, he wanted to erase what your dad did, he hated how your dad made you hate your own birthday.

"Thank you for loving me." You hugged his neck. Yunho pulled away and gave you a sweet kiss, his forehead resting against yours.

"Now, about that picture you took with Gunho. Why did you allow him to put his arm around you for the photo?" Yunho asked with a small frown.

"Honestly, I thought I was going to take a picture with him and your parents. But he came in and asked Mingi to take the picture."

"I knew it. Trying to take what's mine." He rolled his eyes.

"He was just trying to get under your skin, Yunho. There's no one else but you. I love you and you only." You giggled.

"Good. Because you're mine and I'm not afraid to remind you of that... over and over again." He smirked and leaned in again, fingers caressing the exposed skin of your hip. You gulped, knowing you were in for a long night.

~

Series masterlist

[h3avens4ngel]

𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ・miguel o’hara smut, nsfw

- breading kink, needy Miguel, p in v, choking, pet names, overstimulating, crying from overstiming, soft dom mig, rough sex!, size kink

Miguel was a needy husband to say the least.

He couldn’t help but give your ass a nice squeeze whenever you wore those tiny pj shorts or bury his face in your neck whenever you wore a tight tank top just to feel your tits press against him.

It was almost as if anything you did would make him weak at the knees. You wear his tee shirt, he’s wrapped around your waist. Your cooking a meal, he’s buried in your neck telling you how lucky he is.

“I know chula, yo sé que te gusta” he pouted as the aftermath of wearing his baggy tee was in full affect. Miguel had you bent over the kitchen counter with a fist full of your hair tangled in his hand.

You were dumbly bouncing along with his hard thrusts, drool pooling out of your mouth as he knocked the air out of you. He’d been at it for god knows how long but the last you remember, you were in the kitchen around 6ish putting some dishes away and now it’s almost 8.

“Asi mami, relájate” he cooed as he felt you clench around him. He talked you through his constant pounding, cock stretching and stuffing you deliciously. You could feel him in the deepest places, his fat tip nudged against your cervix as his cock slid in and out of you at a pace that was intoxicating.

“Migue- mig- oh mmhh ah-“ you tried to tell him how good he felt but you were met with his hips picking up in pace “shh shh, let me take care of you, save that pretty voice for later chula. Just take it, take it f’me” Miguel hummed, his words having slight pauses as he fucked you dumb.

“Just need’a fuck a baby into you bunny, fill you up nice and warm with my cum just like you beg me to”

You let out a shaky moan as his hand wrapped around your throat “mírame mami, por favor déjame mirarte.” You could hate Miguel for how condescending he sounds knowing you can’t even hold yourself up.

“That’s it” he hums into your cheek as he plunged his cock inside your gushy walls. Miguel’s eyes rolled back at the sounds of your high pitched whines as you reached your 3rd orgasm “mi- I ca- can’t” you began to cry.

Tears began to stain your cheeks as the overstimulation began to cause you to claw at his arms “yes you can, you can for me” he purred as he wrapped an arm around around your collar bone, pinning you onto his back as he leaned back onto the counter and lifted you onto his chest.

Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he began to fuck you up right, hands behind your thighs as he fucked you like a toy “asi, asi chula a- ay asi” Miguel began to huff as you clenched around his cock.

You soaked his thighs as you gushed out cum and squirted all over him, his gruntled moan roaring into your jaw as he came right after you. His arms shook in the mist of his orgasm, causing you to hold yourself up by his biceps “tha- that’s it, ah fuck that’s it” Miguel panted.

Miguel expertly held you up as he pulled out and turned around to sit you on the counter so he could carry you properly. But before he could, he slumped forward into the crook of your neck. He inhaled your sweet scent that let him know you were ready for a baby, you were ovulating. “thank you chula” Miguel whispered while he pressed a kiss onto your shoulder.

“Did so good for me” he praised. Miguel was already thinking of what pjs he’d get out for you while you rested in the bath. He knew you loved his tee shirts but the baggy shirt hanging around your plump thighs would either lead him buried between your thighs or back stuffed inside you.

He cursed himself in his head, he needs to let his pretty girl rest. Your comfort was worth his racing thoughts because after all, he can’t fuck you every time you were in his tee’s.

[soapdispensersalesman]

[sdmnpact]

hey! are you opened to requests?

if so. can you write something where harry keeps forgetting important events with reader (one of them being their anniversary). after being stood up again, y/n is done and leaves harry. y/n decides to leave the country in which harry has to grovel and find where she is. (harry once said he travelled boarders for a girl). no one is helping him do so because all of their friends like her and think he fucked yo big time.

Travel.

Wroetoshaw x Reader angst

A/n: There are going to be a lot of pov changes and time jumps. Sorry if it gets confusing but I still hope you enjoy!! This one is really long and personally I really like it ♡

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《 Y/n's Pov 》

I sat there alone for the last hour. The patrons came and went while I sat there filling up on the free bread. I could feel the sorry expressions people had towards me. I could tell the wait staff needed to kick me out but they felt just as bad. They would come every now and then to check if I was ready to order.

It was quite evident that I was here to meet someone. Someone who would never arrive. Someone who couldn't even send me a message about what happened. About why they weren't here on all days.

I was just about ready to leave. I was embarrassed to say the least. A sad story about a girl who sat at a restaurant alone for an hour. It's ridiculous. It's not like I didn't try calling, he just wouldn't answer. Maybe something happened to him? Maybe he got busy. Either way, I was done waiting. I felt bad about just leaving like this after I waited for so long without ordering.

I only waited this long because I had hope he would arrive. Hope he would walked through those doors holding a bouquet and a story about why he was so late. It was foolish of me to think this way, after its happened so many times before. I should just be used to it at this point but a part of me is still just a lovesick fool.

>>>

I took an Uber back to our shared flat. Our shared flat. A place that was supposed to be comforting to me, but I did not want to be there. I wanted to go literally anywhere else.

I stood in front of the door, debating if I should go in or not. Maybe I can go to a friend's house? Even sleeping on a park bench would be better. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to be in the same room as him.

I finally mustered up the courage to open the door. I heard a faint noise coming from inside as I unlocked it and opened it partially.

His shoes sat near the door, letting me know he was home. I walked inside and into the living room, seeing the TV lit up and Harry sat on the couch in his golf clothes.

"Hey baby." His words seemingly emotionless as he continued watching the television, not even turning to look at me. I didn't respond, I just went straight to our room.

I went to the closet and took out a suitcase, placing it open on the bed. I quickly began taking my stuff out of the closet and drawers. Not many things, just anything that I thought was important and a couple changes of clothes.

I heard footsteps and the door open more as I had partially closed it. "What are you doing?" He said with concern in his voice. I turned around to face him, tears that I hadn't realized I've been holding in finally being released upon laying eyes on him. "Baby, what's wrong?" He said coming closer trying to grab my hand. I coldly pulled it away.

"What's wrong? Harry do you know what day it is?" He didn't seem phased and just shook his head. "Wednesday?" He questioned, sounding unsure.

"You bastard." I said turning back around grabbing more things and quickly shoving them into my suitcase finally finishing and closing it.

"Seriously y/n, what's the matter?" He sounded genuinely upset like he was about to cry. "Why are you packing?"

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" I finally shouted at him. "It's our anniversary. You know, it's only the day we met and fell in love, or so I thought." I said my voice breaking as I spoke those words.

"No it's not- I thought it was next week?" He said rushing over to the calendar that was sitting on the bedside table. I had clearly noted that it was our anniversary on there, drawing hearts all over that little square yet he didn't notice.

"Oh shit." He muttered under his breath.

"You do this all the time Harry. All the fucking time! You forget everything. How could you forget this! The most important day ever. I forgave you when you forgot my birthday, I forgave you when you forgot to pick me up from the airport, and I forgave you when you had to travel for a sidemen video and I went to my best friend's wedding alone but this! This is a new low, even for you." I finished storming out of the room with my luggage in hand.

"Baby please, I can change." Those meaningless words left his mouth as he rushed behind me grabbing my hand. "You've used that line already. What was even your excuse this time? You said you had a sidemen shoot and I understand that but why are you wearing your golf clothes!?" I said, hot tears streaming down my face as I pulled my hand away again.

"I went golfing with Simon and Josh afterwards." He said quietly. "Just great. I'm done now." I said opening the door and slamming it behind me. I walked down the hallway quickly.

"Y/N! Wait!" He said opening the door coming down after me. The lift opened and I got in quickly, closing the door and hitting the 1st floor button. I saw the tears streaming down his face right before the doors closed. I wiped at my own face, my makeup coming off all over my hands.

I got into the first taxi I saw. I think ill just go to a hotel for the night. I don't want to ask a friend because I don't want to burden them with this. I'll just figure it all out by myself.

>>>

I woke up the next day, my head banging and my face stiff as the tears hardened. I cried myself to sleep last night after checking into a hotel. I couldn't stop myself and just let the tears flow until I eventually fell asleep.

I reached over for my phone. I turned it on revealing the tons of messages and missed calls from Harry and a couple friends. I guess he called everyone he thought I would be with. I had about 59 missed calls and 72 text messages just from Harry. I wish he had put that much effort into our relationship.

I wasn't going to call him back, I was done. I've had enough. I've always been second, it was always the sidemen and his career first. Maybe he didn't have time for a relationship anymore. Those three years were just nothing. All that time we had spent together was for absolutely nothing. It's a good thing I know now.

Last night, as I lay there crying, I thought about what my future was. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. That's just how in love I am with him, well was.

Now that doesn't matter. Now I need to focus on myself. I don't want to live here anymore, I need to leave the uk scene. Maybe travel, explore the world. I have some savings that I was saving for our future but I guess this is my future. I've always wanted to see other countries. I've spent my whole life in the uk, I've only traveled twice with Harry to the Maldives and Dubai.

This is the start of my new life.

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《 Harry's Pov 》

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

How the fuck could I be SO stupid! How could I do this to her.

Harry: Mate, have you heard from Y/n?

I sent that text to about everyone I know. Where the hell is she? I've been up all night worrying about her. No one knows where she's at. Fuck.

Why am I like this? I just lost the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

There was a knock on my door. I ran over to check if it was Y/n. No. It was just Ethan and Josh.

"Hey boys." I said as I opened the door letting them in.

"Jesus, Harry you look horrible." Josh said as they sat on the couch. I walked over to a mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and there were dried tears all over my face.

"Well, I've been worried sick over this. Speaking of, did you hear from her or did your girls?" I said hoping she would have contacted one their girlfriends as she was pretty close with them, especially Freya.

"No, sorry mate." Ethan said as they both shook their heads. I ran my hands through my hair plopping onto the couch.

"Boys how could I have done this? How could this have happened?" I felt the tears beginning to fall again.

"Harry, I don't know if you can fix this, but if you do. You need to be better. You can never let this happen again." Josh said with a serious tone. "I know and if I get her back, I promise I'll treat her like the queen she is."

>>>>>

** three months later **

《 Y/n's Pov》

"Thats amazing! They are really such majestic creatures!" I said smiling at the tour guide. I was in Africa on a safari. The tour guide was talking about the elephants that were grazing nearby. They're so much larger up close. They could step on a human like we step on ants. Nature is just beautiful.

I had created an Instagram account where I post about my travels. I said I would never be a travel influencer but I couldnt help sharing my experiences. They are so eye opening and this massive world we live in is just incredible.

The elephants were the last stop on this safari and now it was time to go back to the hotel.

>

I made it back and plopped onto the bed looking through all my pictures. This is by far my favorite place I've been to. The last three months were insane! I went to France, Mexico and now Africa. I wouldn't trade these experiences for anything in the world. My life was going great.

There was a knock on the door. I didn't order room service or anything so I wonder who it is. I got up and opened the door. My face immediately fell and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Y/n!?" Harry said, his voice shaking.

"How did you find me!?" I shrieked. I've tried to hide where I was, only sharing with very close friends. The account I made was anonymous so no one should have known it was me.

"It wasn't easy but I finally found your instagram. I knew it was you based on what you told me last year. You said you've always wanted to visit France, Mexico, and Africa. Your account was on your tagged pics and I knew based on the way you wrote that it was you." Damn it. I guess I accidentially tagged my personal instagram handle. I had a long flight that day and I was quite tired.

"Okay well, it was nice seeing you I guess but now you have to leave." I said trying to shut the door.

"Wait-" He said holding the door open. I sighed as I opened the door wider. I placed a hand on my hip waiting for his response.

"Y/n, I've been searching for you for months. I've missed you so much. I would have kept searching for you for the rest of my life if it's what it took to find you." He said. I rolled my eyes but felt my heart flutter. As annoyed as I was with his presence, deep down, I still have feelings for him.

"Can I come in so we can talk?" He said, his eyes pleading. I sighed a bigger sigh but let him in, not saying a word. I sat on the bed grabbing a donkey plushie I had bought in Mexico.

"Cute." He said smiling. "Yeah- so what do you have to say then?" I said wanting him to hurry up.

"Y/n, listen. I'm a stupid jerk who really doesn't deserve a second chance or to even be with a person as amazing as you. But, I can't let you go without a fight. I love you, I have always loved you. You were the missing piece in my life. Before we met, I was nothing. I might as well have not even existed but you came into my life as a light. A light that shined so brightly. All these years we've been together have been the best years of my entire life. I know I haven't been the best partner and I can't change the past but I can change the future. I promise you that I will be different. I will only breathe for you. You will be my entire life. Nothing else will matter. I'll even quit the sidemen if that's what it takes to not lose you. I seriously adore you so much and want to keep you in my life forever. Please, just consider it." He finished, tears streaming down his face.

I felt hot tears streaming down my face as well. I don't know about this. I don't want us to spiral back into this cycle but, I still love him. I don't know if I will ever love someone like I loved him. Can I go back to this life? I like my life now. Being able to go and do whatever I want at a moments notice is so freeing but being with the love of my life is also something I deserve.

"I don't know, I don't know if I can believe that for certain-"

"I know! I know. But please trust me, trust that I can change. If I don't then you can leave and I will never contact you again." His face looked desperate.

My mind doesn't know what I want to do, but my heart wants to say yes. I want him back but I don't know if I can handle heartbreak again.

"Come back tomorrow and I will tell you." I said unable to think about it while I look at him. He nodded, getting up. "I love you." He said as he left the room closing the door behind him.

This is gonna be a rough 24 hours.

>>>

** two weeks ago **

《 Harry's pov 》

"Please just tell me where she is!" I pleaded to just about everyone I knew.

Currently I was at her best friends house asking if she could let me know where Y/n was.

"She doesn't want to see you and I'm not gonna be the one to tell you where she is!" She said shutting the door in my face. My shoulders dropped as I went to the car. I sat in it contemplating what I should do next. Maybe I should just stop and hope she comes back home. Most of her stuff is still at our flat so she has to come back for it. Right?

I pulled out my phone and checked her Instagram. She hasn't posted anything on any of her socials. It's like she vanished into thin air. I looked through her tagged pictures to see if anyone spotted her.

I've had the best time in Mexico!! Stay tuned because I'm on the way to the third country on my most wanted places to visit list!! Africa!! 🤭💚

The pictures and the caption were on her tags as it tagged her on it. This is exactly what I needed. I quickly drove home and packed a backpack of essentials while I booked the first flight I could get to Africa.

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** Present **

《 Y/n's Pov 》

It was the next day and I have been debating all night on what I should do. I've been going back and forth on my decision because I don't want to make the wrong one.

There was a knock on the door. It was time.

I walked over and opened the door. Harry was standing there holding a bouquet of flowers, my favorite flowers.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asked. I nodded as he handed me the flowers walking in. "These are for you." He smiled widely. I took them, taking a huge whiff. "Thank you."

We sat down on the little loveseat that was in the room. "So, have you made a decision yet? No pressure." He smiled looking at me with the cutest puppy eyes.

"Yes." Seeing him again was the confirmation I needed. "I'll come back- but you seriously have to work on yourself, I don't want to be second anymore. You don't have to quit the sidemen, I would never want that. I just want you to focus on me a bit more. I don't have to be your main priority but I need to be a priority." I smiled. Tears began to well up in my eyes, his as well.

"One hundred percent, my darling. You will be my main priority no matter what. I love you so much and I will do whatever it takes to have you happy and in my arms forever." He said taking a hold of my hand. I put my hand up to his face wiping away the tears. Both of us were crying to eachother but we were finally together again.

"I love you, y/f/n y/l/n."

"And I love you Harry Lewis."

>>>>>

** 1 year later **

《 Y/n's Pov 》

Harry and I were finally happy. After that situation, I came back to the uk with him, well after spending a week in Africa together because I still had a whole list of things I wanted to do.

He supported me through all of it, giving his full attention to me. Even now, I still run my travel account and travel to a new city every other month. Of course Harry joins me and sometimes he misses Sidemen shoots and I've told him he didn't have to but he insists.

He, in fact, did change. He gives me so much attention now, some would say too much. He loves traveling with me and supporting everything I do. I'm so grateful to have him in my life again.

"You ready, babe?" He said grabbing my bag. We were on our way to another city in another country. "Always." I smiled kissing his cheek. He smiled kissing my lips lightly. "I love you so much." He said grabbing my hand and rubbing circles into the back of it.

"And I love you."

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

lover, you should've come over - m. schmidt

a/n: you guys should have seen this one coming! as always i appreciate any likes and reblogs and hope you enjoy :) warnings: suggestive themes, big angst, lots of talk about tattoos and pain and needles, mike having horrible anxiety and commitment issues, reader is mostly gender neutral except for one thing ! tattoo aftercare, hurt/comfort, kissing word count: 3.6k summary: you get a tattoo, and it terrifies mike. mostly because he realizes how much you love him. pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader now playing: lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley "my body turns and yearns/for a sleep that won't ever come/it's never over/my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder."

Penny has done almost all of your tattoos, save for the stick and poke star you gave yourself while you were way too high to be handling that sort of equipment, and a few flash designs you’ve gotten for holidays. And usually, you keep it simple and easy, pitching a design idea and getting a finished stencil a few hours later.

But this time, you go into the shop a few months before you plan to get the tattoo and describe to her what you want. She’s shocked that you want a half sleeve—It’s a big step, she tells you, and it’ll mean sitting for a few hours while she does her work. It’ll be painful, and the design will take a few weeks to get made, because she wants to give you the best possible design.

She does good work. When you visit again in about three weeks, you put down a deposit and make an official date to get it done. October 9th.

You go home that night to your small, but warm home to find your boyfriend trying to make chicken parm. His goal all year has been to learn how to cook, not just to make things out of a box. You know a bit better how to cook, but you let him improve his skills, always providing helpful, gentle critiques.

Abby is worse at being gentle.

She’s brutal with her brother’s cooking, and even though Mike loves your gentle words, he appreciates Abby’s feedback, and just wants her to eat a full plate of food before bed each night.

Tonight, his food smells good. You mentioned about a month ago how you missed your mom’s chicken parm, and since then, he’s been reading and researching different recipes at work. Ever since he quit working at Freddy’s, he’s put down the book of dreams and has picked up cookbooks, working his way up slowly.

You tell him he’ll be making Thanksgiving Dinner in no time. You kiss his jaw when you say that, and later, he returns the favor by placing a kiss to your shoulder.

You go to him, standing in the kitchen, as he squints at the recipe book in front of him. He wears washed blue jeans, an old Foo Fighters tee shirt and a pair of blue fuzzy socks. A towel hangs over his shoulder as he mutters to himself, as he gets ready to put some garlic bread in the oven.

You’re still in your work clothes, though, it’s not as if you’re wearing anything fancy. Just a different pair of jeans, and a tee shirt with your shop’s logo on it. Your hair is messy, and you smell vaguely of dirt. The smell has become comforting to him in his time knowing you.

You step closer to him, a hand resting gently on his shoulder. He relaxes at your touch.

“Hey, Mike.” You say softly, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Not too bad. The food smells pretty good.”

“You think so?” His voice is hopeful, especially since he’s trying to live up to your memories of the dish as a kid. It’s his way of thanking you for being so good to him while he’s gotten his shit together.

“Mhm. I’m gonna go wash up and have Abby help me set the table.” You tell him. You kiss his jaw quickly before heading off to the bathroom to scrub the dirt from beneath your fingernails. You wash your face and arms too and begin to realize how domestic this all is.

You never saw yourself having kids, and never thought of yourself dating someone who did.

And you still never think about having kids, but you did find yourself treating Abby as if she is your own. This has nothing to do with how much you adore her brother. Abby is just easy to love. You wonder if anyone’s ever told her that.

When your work boots find themselves at the end of your bed, you change into a muscle tee. You’re awfully fond of them. You find a pair of Mike’s fuzzy socks and slip them on too. You take a moment to stare at your shoulder in the mirror, imagining how it’ll look when ink covers it. Most of your tattoos are on your legs, and for a long time, this arm has been bare of any ink. You’ve been saving it for this project for years.

You go to Abby’s room and knock gently before entering. You find her painting at this aisle you got for her birthday. She’s been working on this painting for a few days now, and it’s turning out quite nice.

“Hey, Abs.” You say softly, and she puts her paintbrush down to give you this big, toothy grin. “Go wash up and help me set the table?” You ask.

“Sure.” She hums and starts to skip along to the bathroom, but you stop her at the door.

“And remember, even if Mike’s food is bad, what do we say?”

“Mm, this food is so good and not horrible at all!”

“Abby.”

She sighs.

“This is unlike anything you’ve made before, and I appreciate the effort?”

“That’s it.” You let her go wash up, and then go to set the table.

When Mike eventually serves dinner, you’re starved. You don’t care if it’s bad, or if it’s burnt, you know you’ll like it because you weren’t able to take a lunch break that day. But it genuinely looks good.

He cuts up Abby’s food and puts the plate in front of her before sitting down and looking to you two for a reaction. You take a bite, and you have to pause.

Did Mike really cook something not just edible, but… good?

Not fine, not decent, really good.

“Mike, this is—”

“Amazing!” Abby gasps, going in for another bite. His cheeks flush.

“You guys don’t have to pretend, it’s alright—”

“No, Mike, we’re not pretending, it’s really good!” You defend, going in for a second bite yourself. “Try it!”

He does, and he even looks shocked at the quality of the food he’s produced. And it sets the mood for the whole dinner, until you eventually blurt out,

“I booked a tattoo appointment for next week.”

“What are you getting?” Mike can’t ever admit this to you, but he adores your tattoos. He thinks the placement of them are all wonderful, even if they’re smaller. He likes to kiss them, to trace his fingers over them, to just admire them in the summer.

“It’s a surprise.” You tell him. Owning your own shop and being your own boss has its perks. You have no worries about people judging you for your half sleeve, deciding that you can just ban them from your shop.

Your conversation drifts off and you focus on other things. When you’re done, you and Mike begin to clean up with him, letting some of the pan soak in the sink. You sit on the counter, drying some of the plates as Mike rinses.

“Thank you for dinner.” You tell him.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Comfortable silence fills the room. “You’re really not gonna tell me what you’re getting?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” You smile softly. He dries his hand and steps between your legs. His hands land on either side of you, caging you in.

“Tease.” He mumbled, leaning forward, and kissing your shoulder. A hand goes to his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks.

“I’m not teasing, I’m just being a little secretive.” You tell him, playing with his hair. You’re a fan of the scruff he’s been growing out lately.

“Isn’t it gonna hurt?”

“Yeah, but I’ll take breaks and remember to eat.” You tell him. “This isn’t my first tattoo, Mike.”

“I know, baby.” He says softly, “I just get worried—”

“You get worried about me? And yet, when I’m worried about you, you ignore me but—” He cuts you off with a kiss, and your hands land on his jaw, the scruff tickling your face.

• • •

The ink swirls around your shoulder, a moth wrapping around your shoulder and reaching to the top of your arm. Vines wrap around the moth, as flowers bloom in different places. Your birth flower is one of them, as well as your mother’s. You also place Abby and Mike’s around the moth, maybe protecting it. Thorns poke out of some of the vines, and the ink covers your shoulder, and down to just above your elbow.

You got it done on a Saturday afternoon, leaving late enough so Mike could sleep in without having to deal with Abby, but being able to give them some time to relax together.

It takes a few hours, and by the end of it, you’re exhausted. As with all your other tattoos, you’re sore, but this is a new type of sore. You ache for Mike’s hands on you, to hold you and kiss your shoulders, even though he can’t kiss your left shoulder for a few days.

The second skin will remain on your arm for a day or two, and then you’ll have to go through the process of moisturizing your tattoo.

You have Penny take lots of photos of it before you head home, Mike and Abby both waiting in anticipation for you to come home and show them your new ink. You’re excited to show them, since there’s a connection to them in the art. 

When you open the door, Abby runs to you and immediately starts to look for the ink in question. She gasps when she sees it, all wrapped up on your arm.

“It’s a moth,” You tell her, “With my favorite plants.” You crouch down to point out different plans in the works. “These are my mom’s birth flowers, they’re carnations.” You tell her, “Do you know what these are?” You point to another flower.

Abby shakes her head, resisting the urge to reach out and touch the fresh, raw flesh of the person she considers to be her caregiver.

“They’re lily of the valley flowers. They’re your birth flower.” You reach out and tuck hair behind her ear. Then, you point to the third flower. “And these? They’re honey suckles. They’re Mike’s birth flower.”

Mike watches your interaction, listening to your explanation of the tattoo. Suddenly, this anxiety pools in his chest. You’ve been living together for a few months, but somehow a symbol of him and Abby being engraved on your skin makes things all too real.

He could cry.

“Did you get the flowers because you’re a flower person?” You grin, knowing she doesn’t remember the title of your job.

“Botanist, you mean? Sort of, but you two mean a lot to me, and I wanted to tribute something to you guys.” You confess.

She grins and turns to look at Mike.

“I wanna be a tattoo artist when I’m older.” Mike is pale with anxiety.

He wants to tell you it looks good, that it’s brilliantly done, but he doesn’t find it in himself. He wants to run, to abandon this relationship at the door, to never speak to you again to avoid the fact that he wants you desperately and thinks he might marry you one day.

He walks off to the bathroom, and he’s unsure if it’s to throw up or to cry.

You’re disappointed, because you wanted him to like it desperately, since this tattoo is now on you forever, and you wanted it to be a tribute to him. It almost hurts you that he doesn’t love it. Or at least pretend to. Instead, his disdain is visible on his face, and you do your best to turn your attention back to Abby.

“Wanna help me make dinner?” You smile softly, and she nods.

“Did your tattoo hurt?” She acts gently.

“Yeah, but with a good artist it goes quickly, and they don’t aim to torture you.” You explain, as you begin to make mac and cheese.

As she sets the table, you turn back to her and ask, “Can you go get Mike for dinner?” She nods and skips along to your bedroom, where Mike sits on the bed, frustrated with himself.

“Mike?” She asks gently. “We’re making mac and cheese.”

“I’m not hungry.” He says softly, and Abby can just tell something isn’t right.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t feel well..”

“Oh…” she suspects this is a lie.

“I’m sorry. Tell them I said sorry.” Tears prick Mike’s eyes. He’s unsure why he’s like this, and why he can’t just admire your tattoo and love you and tell you how much you mean to him. But he can’t. He gets the words out. He wants to love you so badly but something in him demands to not let him be happy.

He lays on the bed and tries to stay quiet as he cries.

• • •

Hours later, you sit at the table anxiously, your hands tapping on the wood, a cold bowl of Mac and Cheese on the table. You decide to get up to clean up dinner, and just as you do, soft steps creep out of the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

Mike stands and stares at the cold dinner that he feels bad for rejecting. He should just tell you what’s bothering him. Instead, his gaze turns and looks at you, doing the dishes.

“You didn’t have to make dinner.”

“You didn’t seem well, and Abby needed to eat.”

This comment sparks a much larger fire in Mike, and he isn’t sure why he’s angered by how much you care about his sister, his world.

“You aren’t her mom, you don’t have any reason to make her dinner or put her to bed—”

“Yeah, Mike, well, You’re not really her dad.” You glare. “I’ve taken care of her for months, fed her, made sure she’s taken care of, I’ve picked her up from school, and now suddenly, you’ve decided I have no right to just care about her? Fuck you, if you don’t love me anymore, then don’t take it out on your sister, talk to me like a god damn grown up and stop acting like a child.” You spit, angrily turning back around to keep doing your dishes so that Mike doesn’t see your red face or your tears.

With your back turned, he can see the moth on your shoulder blade, and he aches to trace the lines of your tattoos, kissing the skin around it. But cotton fills his mouth every time he tries to sew the gap between you two.

And your words strike him. He knows why you might think he doesn’t love you anymore, but he does. He loves you deeply and finds himself enamored with you, and yet he can’t even compliment this tattoo that you have obviously put a ton of time, effort and money into.

“I’m sorry—” You start, but he cuts you off.

“I think we should give each other some space.” The words hit you like a ton of brick, and you’re ready to get on your hands and knees and beg him, beg him to not leave, beg him to forgive you (for what, you don’t know), beg him to touch you, beg him to want you.

“What..?”

“I just think I need some space.” He said softly, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You want to ask if he’s hungry, to kiss away all the sadness in the worry lines of his face.

You nod, bite your tongue. He wants to hold you and tell you he doesn’t mean it.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” You mumble, sighing softly. You also plan to leave early before Mike gets up.

Mike steps towards you, maybe to apologize. You step past him to go get pajamas from your dresser, not letting him grasp onto you. You don’t want him to apologize now. You want him to sit in his regret and you want to sit in your anger.

As you attempt to fall asleep that night, you pray Abby didn’t hear your conversation with him.

Both of you try to drift to sleep and salt streams from your eyes and into your ears.

• • •

A few days pass. Your tattoo starts to heal, and you take the second skin off your shoulder and arm and begin the process of aftercare.

You and Mike exchanged a total of about thirty words over the next few days. Abby noticed your angst towards each other and tried to get the two of you to make up. She figured that Mike was being an idiot, and just needed to apologize.

She was right, but he didn’t want to admit that to his kid sister.

It’s hell. You have to pretend that you don’t want to beg for his forgiveness, but you know that neither of you are blameless. Your pride tells you not to be the first one to cave. His anxiety tells him that you hate him.

When he gets home one afternoon from work, you’re napping in bed. He knows the couch isn’t that comfortable and he’s sure you’re home because you’d mentioned to Abby that you weren’t feeling well. You probably didn’t expect to still be asleep when he got home.

But you’re wearing one of his shirts. He kisses your head and leaves a glass of water and cold medicine on the nightstand, before going to make himself busy somewhere else, as if not to disrupt your rest.

He takes one last glance at you before he leaves.

One night, he comes home from work late. You take it as an opportunity to take a hot shower after putting Abby to bed and taking a few minutes to sit in the bedroom that you missed while sleeping on the couch.

Besides, your bones ached from that uncomfortable couch while you were spoiled, used to Mike’s warm bed.

You barely hear the front door open as you continue your nightly routine. You need to apply lotion to your tattoo, to keep it moisturized as it heals. But you find yourself struggling to reach your shoulder.

Mike watches you from the doorway of the bedroom, biting his lip. The bags around his eyes have grown darker since your fight.

He takes off his boots first, and then strips his top down to an undershirt, then takes off his jeans. If you weren’t so busy, you’d acknowledge how handsome he looked in just his boxers and a gray tee shirt.

The bed dips behind you, as he sits behind you. You stop what you’re doing.

“Give me the lotion.” He says softly, and with a sigh of defeat, maybe even a bit of relief, you hand him the lotion. He squirts some lotion on his hands, then begins to rub it into your skin. You shudder at the contact, and he feels tears in his eyes again. He missed you. “I’m sorry I didn’t say I liked your tattoo. I love it.”

“I’m sorry I said you didn’t love me, and I’m sorry I said you weren’t Abby’s dad.”

“But I’m not—”

“But you are her parent.”

“So are you.”

A silence fills the room.

“What happened on Saturday?”

“I got anxious when I saw Abby and I’s birth flowers on you. Like how much I loved you was just engraved in your skin, and I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t mean to push you away, I was just terrified. Terrified that you’re going to leave. Terrified that I won’t be able to protect you.” His voice cracks at the end, and he leans his head against your shoulder that isn’t inked.

Your head turns to kiss his head.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know..” he says softly, but a part of him doesn’t believe it. You and Abby, you’re the only ones who have stayed, the only ones he’s been able to save. He doesn’t know who he is without the two of you. “I’m sorry, I was such a dick.”

“Yeah, but so was I.” You tell him.

“I love your tattoo. I love all of your tattoos. All of them. I love kissing them. I’m desperate for this one to heal so I can kiss this shoulder again.”

“Thank you for helping me with it. It itches like a son of a bitch.” You tell him, a weak smile on your face. Tears stain your shirt.

“Can we go back to normal now? I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you so much.” You turn and wrap your arms around him, the warmth radiating from his body as he holds you close. You wonder if either of you will ever be able to let yourselves be loved.

You hope to let each other try.

You kiss him, salty tears mixing, as you hold him close. He’s careful of your tattoo, not wanting to scratch or hurt you. He’s gentle in a way that betrays him. He desires you in this way that transcends want or need, something that is vital, as if it were breathing.

Yet his hands remain respectful. Gentle. You’re the one that adjusts your position to be over him, as you gently push him back against the bed, kissing him deeper.

He decides he will marry you someday. That maybe the idea of being with you for the rest of his life isn’t scary.

Not when you kiss him like that.

[russellsppttemplates]

i love how you write all your readers being employed misses! maybe Franco surprising his girlfriend at work when he knows she's really overwhelmed with a lot of work

Note: this is very self indulgent after the week I just had

"I'll see you tonight, handsome - I'm not sure when I'll get back, but hopefully in time for us to make something for dinner" was the last thing Franco heard from you when he got back from his workout, seeing you put on your work backpack, carrying another big file and a totebag full of toys and activities.

The routine was back and this was one of the busiest times of the year for you, so while he understood the demands of your job, he also knew how quickly it could get too much and how it took you even longer to admit that you were overwhelmed.

Getting ready to go out, your boyfriend showered and left the apartment, a to-do list in his notes app that he wanted to complete before lunch time. The market was open today, so he stopped at the different spots he needed to get everything he wanted, packing them into his car and driving to your workplace.

You were updating the patient files, detailing what happened in the sessions when you noticed your lunchtime approaching, hastening your writing as you were hoping yo have the full break before going back for a full afternoon.

"Hello, good morning!", you recognised the all too familiar accent down the hall, "Is Y/N still in her office?".

As you heard the receptionist say yes, you walked to meet them at the front, shaking your head in disbelief as you watched your boyfriend stand there, big smile on his face as soon as he spotted you, "Hi, mi amor".

"Hello, Fran", you smiled back, "what brings you here? We're closed for new bookings, I'm afraid".

"It's a good thing then, because I came here to whisk you away for lunch - at what time do you have your next appointment?", he asked.

Before you could answer, the repeceptionist was quick to speak, "three o'clock!", getting a playful side eye from you, "Y/N, it's called a lunch break because you shouldn't do any work during that time! Go and enjoy it, please!".

Accepting it and realising you needed a break, you went back to your office to make sure everything was tidy and organised before being escorted out, bidding the receptionist goodbye as she, too, was going home for her break.

"Thank you for taking me out of there", you began as you let Franco guide you along the sidewalk, "it was getting a bit too much and I could feel myself start to flip out".

"I noticed these past couple of days you have come home very tired, and you're trying to put on a big, brave face and you don't need to. In there", he pointed in the direction of your workplace, "I get it that you have to seem fine but at home, with me, you can be vulnerable and feel everything else, okay?", he offered.

The love you felt for him grew even bigger in that moment as you stopped for a moment, kissing his lips and hugging his waist so you could continue on your way, "thank you, I love you so much", you mumbled.

"We're getting the food from the car, because there is a very nice park around here and I want us to enjoy your break outside with fresh food!", he smiled, taking out a bag and lacing your hand back in his.

You found a table that was vacant and spread out all of the fresh food Franco brought, "the lady at the market said it was fresh baked this morning, and I know you love bread and olives", he said non chalantly as you exaggerated a moan at how good the food was.

Franco sat next to you and you quickly cuddled up to him, enjoying the feeling of comfort he was providing you. This was your space to be yourself, insecurities, vulnerabilities and all.

"This was a good idea, no?", Franco asked, pecking the side of your head.

"Yes, thank you so much, love", you smiled, snuggling closer to him, "I needed to get away from that desk".

"You can always count on me to do that, amor, always", he squeezed you against his body.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[mamiobesssionfics]

 The Lion and Her Crown

Requested by: @slowlikehoney-stronglikemusic

Rhea Ripley x Reader (Knight and Princess!AU)

Summary: A fugitive princess. A war-forged knight. When identity collides with fate, love might be the most dangerous secret of all.

The sun hung low over the edges of the village, casting the roofs in gold.

Chickens scattered at your feet as you carried the last of the bread from the baker's hut.

Your apron is dusty, hands roughened by honest work.

No one here called you "princess." That name had died the night of the coup when fire split the night and blood soaked the throne room.

Your mother cried as she begged for you to run. Telling you she loves you before locking the door, ready for death, knowing you would be alive.

Now, you were just a girl who baked, who kept her head down.

Who dreamt of the past in silence and woke with tears you never explained. 

Nightmares haunted you every night. Nightmares about the screams, the blood, and your parents.

It hurt. 

You did not expect the King's Blade to find you here.

The King's Blade who swore loyalty to your family yet betrayed you when needed the most.

She rode into town like a shadow cutting the light, armour dulled by travel, a blade strapped to her back, the lion of the royal crest on her shoulder.

Rhea Ripley.

The realm's fiercest knight, the butcher of the Eastern Rebellion. 

A legend you had once watched from windows, wide-eyed and naive. You looked up to her, or rather, you used to.

Your hands trembled as you dropped the basket. She knew exactly who you were.

You had no reason to hide it or play pretend.

"You have no right to be afraid," she said, voice like cold iron. "You abandoned them."

You wanted to scream, tell her that it was she who abandoned your family.

But you decided against it. Your chin lifted. "I survived."

She stepped forward.

Her eyes studied you, and then something shifted in them. 

Not softness. Just recognition.

Not of your face, but your fire.

"I was ordered to bring you back. In chains, if needed."

You didn't run. You looked her square in the eye.

"Then bind me. Drag me if you have to. Or you can listen to me."

She decided to listen, and followed you, her broad shoulders barely fitting through the doorway, with her imposing height, she needed to duck to get in.

That night, you sat by the hearth in the small house you called home.

She watched as you peeled an apple with a small knife, hands steadier than they had been all day.

"You don't act like royalty," Rhea muttered.

"Maybe royalty should act more like me."

She smirked, but it was laced with something darker. "You could have had a life of silk and song."

You stared at the flames. "They stole that life from me. And I will take it back. But I will not rule a kingdom of cowards."

Rhea said nothing for a long while. "You would take up arms?"

"I already have."

You showed her the dagger hidden under your skirts.

A question lingered. Unspoken.

Until you finally looked at her.

"Where were you that night?"

"Fighting." she looked away, as if in shame. "By the time we realised the riot was only a distraction... it was too late. We failed you, for that I am forever in your debt."

"That is not what my mother would want."

"What would she want?"

"For me to rise. To shine and to get back what was once hers and my grandmothers."

She leaned closer. "Then I will not drag you. I will ride beside you."

Your eyes locked, you found her strange, but there was something unspoken. An oath passed in silence.

The road back to the capital was long and dangerous.

Loyalists rallied behind your name in whispers. 

Assassins tried to sever your head with poisoned knives.

But Rhea never left your side, instead, she became your protector.

In the dark, she kept watch. In the cold, she gave you her cloak. And when you flinched at thunder, she reached out without thinking, her hand holding yours.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked one night after you woke from another nightmare.

Her jaw clenched. "Because I believe in you. You could lead this Kingdom into greatness. And because I am tired of dying for men who do not deserve their crowns."

You touched her face. "Then let us build a new crown. Together."

She leaned into your touch. "You do not fear me?"

You whispered, "No. I fear a world without you."

The capital gates cracked open after your forces swept through the city.

The usurper king fled, and those who betrayed your family were dragged into the light.

You stood before the empty throne.

Dusty. Cold. Yours.

Rhea dropped to one knee behind you. Her armour, stained with blood. Eyes burning.

"You are my queen," she said, "and I am yours. My sword, my life, my soul."

You turned.

"Rise," you said, voice shaking, "so I may kiss the only oath I believe in."

She did. She kissed you with the same fierceness she fought with. 

And the kingdom, for once, bowed to love.

A/N: The above photo is from Pinterest! I tried to find a photo ANY photo where Rhea would pass as a knight but without any luck... Sorry.