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savannahsdeath · 10 months

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hiii i love ur fics ive read them all i ws wondering if you could like do a 18+ with a extremely jealous ellie??

thank you sm ily😭💞and yes ofc i tried my best!!

JEALOUS!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: els didnt like some of the messages she found on your phone..

warnings: 18+!! smut, jealousy(obv), language

writers note: sorry it took me so long to post it😓ive actually written it like one day after you requested but i had already some posts planned and i didnt want to change everything now💔

You came back after a meeting with your co-workers to see your girlfriend waiting for you. As soon as she heard the door open, she leaned on the doorframe of the living room, looking at you with an undefined expression.

"You're late." She mumbled, her voice sounding mad but the way she planted wet little kisses all over your face said otherwise.

Ellie's closeness wasn't just out of greeting, but out of an act of possessiveness and jealousy that you grew accustomed to in the relationship.

You sighed and looked at Ellie for a second, before saying, "Yeah, I'm late. Sorry." You gave her a quick kiss too while looking for your keys. "Meeting ended late." Your voice wasn't as cheery as it usually is.

Ellie then rolled her eyes. "Did you really had to stay that long?" She muttered loudly, trying to hide the jealousy that was so clearly showing.

"It was important." You said, finding your keys and pulling them out of your pockets. You didn't sound upset because it was hard to be upset with Ellie. She was like a little kitten who was possessive and needy at times, but still oh so sweet.

Ellie rolled her eyes again but smiled, and she leaned onto you with her arms wrapped around your waist in a hug. This was where you felt safe and home.

"C'mon," she said softly, "let's go to bed."

You nodded. "I'll just go to the bathroom, 'kay?" You asked, giving her your bag, like you always did after work - she'll lug it upstairs for you.

"Of course, darling." Ellie smiled as she took the bag from you, her expression now fully warm and affectionate. You were lucky to have her, and you knew that.

You went to the bathroom and started to wash your face and brush your teeth, taking a moment to yourself.

After a few minutes, and a good splash of cold water on your face, you exited the bathroom and made your way upstairs. Ellie was waiting for you in the bedroom.

She was doing something on your phone, which didn't surprise you - she was probably just going through your gallery, staring at your pics. You had nothing to hide anyway.

She often did that, smiling widely and mumbling things like 'my wife's so pretty'.

This time, though, she was silent and had a frown on her face.

"Who's Steve?" She asked when she saw you.

"I don't know." You answered honestly. You had no idea who is she talking about, probably a random boy following you.

"You two texted." She passed your phone to you with an opened short conversation. He replied to your story, complimenting you, you thanked him, that's all.

"Yeah, I remember now. What about him?" You lied down next to her, curiously staring at the screen, expecting some more messages to magically appear and explain the situation.

Ellie sat on top of you, playing with the hem of your shirt. "He's hitting on you." She said as she got more bold, now not only fingers but her whole hands sliding up and down your waist.

"I don't know him. He just texted me once." You shrugged, reading the conversation over and over again to find which part made your girlfriend act like that.

"Yeah, and what does his text say?" She smirked, not in her usual innocent way, but in a 'think twice before you answer' way.

You scrolled to his first message and read it out loud. It was simple "stunning💞" in a reply to your story - a photo Ellie took of you at the beach a week ago but you forgot to post it before.

"Exactly. Now, what are you wearing on that pic?" Her smirk widened as she started to undo the button of your jeans.

You didn't pay much attention to her moves, focusing on her orders. "A swimsuit. I mean, we were at th-"

She shushed you, pressing her lips against yours. She pulled away after a good minute, leaving you breathless. She forced the phone, which slipped off of your embrace while she kissed you, back between your fingers.

"Stop explaining yourself or I'll think you actually have something to explain. For now, I'm just asking simple questions. Do I look like I'm mad?" She held your chin with one of her hands, while the other was unbuttoning your formal-looking work shirt.

She really didn't look mad, but you knew it's just her ability to camouflage.

You let out a relieved sigh as soon as you catched your breath. "Oh. Right. Look, it's not a big deal, I told him I'm-"

"Busy. Yeah, I know." She cut you off. "Pretty pathetic excuse."

"What was I supposed to say?" You barely managed to say as she started tracing a path of messy, wet kisses from your neck down your body.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" She laughed and you could feel the vibrations in her breath caused by her sudden outburst on your stomach, right were she stopped to answer you.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to make it worse or seem even dumber in her eyes than you already do, if that's even possible. She noticed your confusion and didn't pressure you to read her mind.

"That you have a girlfriend. That she told you to post it. That she took this pic." She made a pause after every sentence to cling her tongue, followed quickly after with her mouth, to your core, watching your body slightly squirm. You didn't even realize when she arrived that low, and when she took off your underwear, but that wasn't important anymore. "That it was her idea to go to the beach. That she helped you pick your swimsuit. That she saw you in it first..."

"Els... Stop..." You moaned out, feeling jealous of how unbothered she looks while you were already soaking.

"Stop what?" She laughed, sucking on your clit while taking off her rings.

This simple, two-words question, turned out to be more difficult to answer than you'd thought. Actually, what did you had in mind while telling her to stop? Hers 'that she...' calculations? Her hand placement, which had a bruising grip on your thighs? Or her tongue, that had definitely affected you the most, making you drop the phone, screen-down on the bed, and hopefully hold into the bed sheets?

"That's what I thought." She said before you could think of a correct answer.

She had a whole scolding prepared in her mind, but you wasn't honoured to hear it as she had a better plan. Still, she wanted to talk to you through it, watching you do your best to answer or just understand her while she makes you look and feel like a total mess. In order to not leave your cunt hopelessly tremble, right after she took her tongue off of your clit, she pushed two fingers into your entrance.

You gasped, squeezing your thighs together, which made Ellie laugh. It was a normal reaction - her move was unexpected - but your eyes rolling back always got a reaction out of her.

"Back to the topic, want to tell me why you decided saying 'you're busy' will work?" She smirked, her fingers pumping in and out, clenching and unclenching, in a painfully fast and rough way. Her thumb rubbed your clit, replacing her tongue.

"I... If I-'d" You stuttered, taking a deep breath after every letter you managed to say.

"Y-Y...You what?" She mocked your mumbling, her smirk turning into a smile.

Your back arched, making your hips move higher, but Ellie held them down with her free arm. Even though her nails were trimmed short, so she won't have to worry she'll hurt your pretty cunt, you swore you feel them digging into your waist.

"That hurt-s..." You whispered, but you weren't really bothered by it, even though your eyes were starting to get teary.

"Yeah? Don't worry, I'm sure Steve would make it hurt more... if you'd give him a chance, that is. But you didn't and won't." Her free hand let go of your hip, taking your phone and staring at the unlocked screen, clearly thinking or considering something. "I know you're mine and you know that too." She finally concluded, but right before she put the device down, you got a notification.

She mischievously smiled as she saw who's the message from.

"You got yourself a fan." She laughed as she opened your conversation with the reason of her jealous behaviour. "'Still busy?' and a fucking winking emoji. Jesus, that's just embarrasing."

You couldn't help but admire how good her attention span was - one hand making you a whining mess, other typing on your phone, eyes barely looking away from you (only to read his text, she typed hers blindly), mind probably racing with ideas to make him, or you, or both of you, regret your little conversation. She was obviously overreacting, but then again, your profile was full of Ellie and there's no way he missed all the cute posts about her.

"Should I show him how 'stunning' you look right now?" She chuckled and shook her head. "Nah, this view is for me only."

"What d-id you do?" You stuttered, trying to take your phone back, but she placed it out of your reach and aggressively grabbed your wrist.

"I liked it more when you moaned instead of asking questions." And just as she said that, she got faster again, making your cunt tighten even more around her fingers. Even though it may seem she's not paying much attention to how precise she is, she kept violating your sensitive spot, not missing it once.

Your head hit the pillow, leaning back on it and exposing your throat from which many signs of your pleasure came.

She was wondering again, her eyes looking you up and down before finally staying at your face. Her smile faded as she looked at you for a few moments. Then, she picked up your phone and passed it to you, following by simple but stern words; "Block him."

Your hands were shaky, so instead of pressing the block button, you almost accidentally called him a few times.

Ellie's smirk came back as she looked at you obediently fulfill her requests. She knew she could make you do anything she wanted now, but she didn't feel the need to. The only thing she needed was you with her - her only.

She took the mobile from you, whispering soft 'good girl' as she saw you succeed to do what she asked you to.

"Next time, if someone bothers you, just tell me straight away." She patted your cheek, her focus going back to what's her right hand doing.

This boy didn't bother you at all, he was just nice. But you knew what Ellie meant - he bothered her. Without arguing, you silently nodded, knowing this is the last time you posted a swimsuit photo on your account.

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iiseor · 7 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Lights | part 1

Summary: dating ellie was a battle. That is, until the night she cheats on you. Leading new doors, and cigarette packages to open.

cw: toxic!ellie, biker!abby, fem reader, cursing, cheating, smoking, mentions of the reader having curly hair. second repost on new account

You and ellie had been together for a few months.

At first, It started off as just fuck buddies. but you felt like things were always different between you two, compared to her other hook ups.

After a while, you expressed your liking to her, surprisingly leading to her asking you out officially—something she hadn’t done with a girl since first starting college.

You were ecstatic, you thought this was the start of her settling down.

And honestly, everything was perfect at first. You were together 24/7, basically inseparable.

But after a month, The relationship was…rough for the most part.

You quickly realized how hard It was to not be jealous when it came to Ellie, as she always had someone all over it. She swore that she was loyal to you now, never letting you stay mad at her for more than a day before finding a way to make it up to you.

Despite this, deep down, you always knew it wouldn’t last. You knew she wasn’t made for relationships, and you could tell she started getting bored when you wanted to spend more time together. but you were so deeply in love with her, it was impossible to let go.

The day was long, you had classes all morning and by the time you got home it was already 5pm.

You laid down on your bed, opening your phone, slightly hoping Ellie wouldve text you.

Three unread messages

3:55pm

Dina

Why aren’t you answering my callssss

4:30pm

Dina

I’ll be at your house at 6:30, be ready or I’ll kill You

4:40pm

Dina

IM SERIOUS Y/N

You sighed placing your phone down and walking over to your vanity to get ready.

The night before, you had gotten into pretty…heated argument with Ellie.

Nothing new.

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone, you’re crazy” she said.

“Ellie, can you fucking listen to me for once?” You yelled

“Listen to what??? You’re saying nothing important, just making assumptions” she scoffed, sitting down on her couch.

You sighed, trying not to become even more frustrated with her was impossible

“I literally watched you flirt with her el, stop acting stupid” you say

“You saw nothing, that’s how I talk to everyone” she replied, lighting a joint and completely ignoring you pacing around her living room

“Yea right, do you stroke the hair of ur female teachers when they talk to you? Or your co workers? Do you think im stupid” You rambled on, your eyes pleading for hers to look over at you.

“I think you’re dramatic, it’s not like I fucked her in front of you” she said, laughing at you as you started picking up your stuff.

Your eyes widened, god she was a bitch.

“Whatever el, why don’t you go fuck her then yea? Since you can’t go one second without swooning over another girl” you replied again, picking up your things and leaving.

And that’s what she did.

The night you left her house, everything felt blurry. All you can remember is yelling at Ellie, causing you to go over to Dina’s dorm distraught. As much as Dina hates yours and Ellies relationship, she knew telling you to break up with her wasn’t the way to go, even if she did, you’d never listen. So instead, she made you promise to go out with her the next night, to get your mind off things.

“Are you almost ready??” Dina shouted, banging on your door.

The night was cold, your head was still pounding from all the yelling and crying last night, but you never broke a promise—so going out was your only choice.

“Yes gosh d holdon” you answered, getting up from your vanity to open the door for Dina.

“Woah…” she said, walking inside.

this was the most you had spent on your appearance in weeks, between constant fights with Ellie and heavy class work—you simply never found the time.

Tonight was different, you wore a black lace dress, with heavy eye makeup and red lipgloss.

“Well, are you ready to go?” You asked as dina kept staring at you

“Yea..but are you sure you wanna wear that? You look great, but what it Ellie is there? I bet she’d be pissed if you went out like this” she replied.

“Who cares” you said, picking up your purse and leading her out of the door.

As much as you loved when Ellie was protective…you truly couldn’t care tonight. her feelings were the last thing to matter.

The moment you walked into the party, you spotted Ellie. Her hands gripping the waist of the same girl she swore she wasn’t flirting with, the girl sliding her hand up and down Ellie’s leg.

Fucking bitch. You thought to yourself.

Even though you didn’t want to say it outloud—Your heart wasnt broken. Not in the way your friends thought it would’ve been at least. You were just irritated, confused at most.

As Dina lead you to the couch, you pulled back, letting go of her hand.

“What’s wrong?” She said, glancing over to where you were looking.

“Oh shit” she said, sighing.

“You go, have fun Dina, I’ll be fine” you let out, not giving her a chance to reply.

You stumbled out of the house, your mind racing as you pushed through the crowd.

You couldn’t fully grasp what had happened, all you could think about was getting out of there.

You never felt so annoyed before. You knew Ellie was a player, but why did she have to lie? Why would she ask you out in the first place, pretend to be loyal if she wasn’t ? She rejected girls before, so what was the point of it all?

Your head pounded at the amount of questions running through it.

When you got out of the house, you turned the corner, squatting down against the wall and rubbing your hands over your head.

“Everything okay?” a raspy voice asked

Your heart jumped, looking up to view the tall girl.

Abby.

You and Abby never spoke before, but you’d seen her around. It was hard not to, considering how tall and attractive she was.

Abby…the most you knew about her was that she was like, the exact opposite of Ellie, and that she road a cool ass motorcycle.

Despite having girls all over her, Abby was never seen with any of them. Using her time to focus on biking and school.

“Want to take a picture?” She laughed, pulling a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

“no, sorry” you said as you stood up, not realizing how long you had been starting up at her.

“No everything’s not okay, or no you don’t want my autograph?” She teased.

“Neither” you replied, your eyes never leaving her face.

She smirked.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked.

“No” you replied quick, forgetting why you had even came out there, why you weren’t inside cursing at Ellie.

You watched as abby lifted the cigarette to her lips before pulling out a lighter, pieces of her hair falling out from behind and blowing across her face.

She turned to look at you, your faces being lit only by the dim house side light.

“Do you have anymore?” You asked.

She smiled again, this time allowing you to see her full face.

“of course” she replied, pulling out another cigarette from the box and handing it to you.

She watched as you twirled the cigarette in your hand, observing it for a moment before placing it in your mouth.

As she watched you, she laughed once again, not being able to hide it this time.

You looked at her with concern, the cigarette hanging out of your mouth.

“You don’t smoke, do you?” she questioned.

You took the cigarette out of your mouth slowly, confused at her question.

“Why do you think that?” You replied.

Before you knew it, she was standing directly in front of you. One hand leaning on the wall beside your waist, the other taking the cigarette out of yours.

She flipped the cigarette over, placing it back onto your lips and pushing your hair back—your curls blowing throughout the wind.

She leaned in closer, throwing her used cigarette on the ground and picking up the lighter from her pocket.

She lit the cigarette in your mouth, letting it sit for a moment before taking it, and then placing it in hers.

Abby didn’t break eye contact with you once, not until she turned away from you to exhale, your eyes still memorized by her moves.

She looked back over at you, her tone turning quieter, not much above a whisper.

“The orange part goes in your mouth sweetheart, you light the white part” she finally answered through a laugh, stroking your hair again. the same way ellie stroked that girls hair.

You laughed nervously, abby moving back to lean on the wall.

As you watched her closely, Every thought you had of Ellie slowly slipped your mind.

Maybe her leaving you would open new doors.

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lecl4 · 9 months

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Hiii!! Could I request a neymar jr smau?? One where the reader is an f1 driver and they reveal their relationship???

silly season — social media au

summary. one announcement that f1 fans (& football fans) did not see coming during the summer break warnings. none ? pairing. neymar jr x fem!driver!reader

22 july 2023.

paddocknws

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paddocknws neymar jr is present for qualifying today in hungary. this is his seventh appearance in the paddock this season!

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vettelswdc the redbull in his hands, i know what he is!!

purples.ector atp just let him drive a car

formularbr he gotta give me one of his paddock passes i’m begging

yourusername

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yourusername p2 for tomorrow’s race. let’s make the most of it!💪🏼💙

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racinggp p2 in the fastest car🤣🤣 skill issue

↳ strgirly/n just shut up already

simplylovely y/n and max are gonna be dominating f1 for like 20 years straight

hamiltonation lewis on pole, you ain’t getting that win my friend

fstpitstop world championship incoming

23 july 2022

yourusername

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yourusername not the result we wanted but regardless we move on to the last race before the break and work hard for a better result. congrats to max on the win and to the team for breaking a new record :)

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artd€co better luck next time!

swiftstappen rooting for youuu <33

redsandbulls dropped to p2 in the championship😔

↳ fstnfurious still lots to play for, don’t worry, she’s getting that trophy.

24 july 2023.

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yourusername on our way to spa!!🇧🇪

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parcf.rme i need all of them so bad

↳ dutchlion3 not you being horny on main lmfao

ha44ertime can’t believe the honey badgers back

paddocknws

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paddocknws neymar is in the belgian paddock!!

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ncymars bro has a 75% attendance rate

msnfavs hamilton & neymar >>

onlynorris he’s so real for that, if i had the money i would go to every single race fr

29 july 2023.

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yourusername 1-2 !! another great weekend for the team, this streak will resume in august but for now i’ll be enjoying the summer break. thanks for the support belgian fans, you were awesome💙

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racingblue STARGIRL

lissiemackintosh going into a well deserved break!

↳ yourusername ily💞

y/nsgirlf racing queen

neymarjr

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neymarjr the defending world champion

tagged: yourusername

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dududumv33 not for long

yourusername 😊💙

↳ vroomvroomm the cutiest patootiest girl ever

drkbluecarz my multiverse of madness

12 august 2023.

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yourusername summer break babyyy

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leclercore they are both so incredibly hot?? wth

neymarjr te amo❤️

sltfory/n is this…a platonic relationship ?

↳ discussingf1 considering his comment, i don’t think so girlie

primeneymr so happy for them and not at all jealous! just happy, so very happy!!!!!

daylight.y/n i do not know what is going on but however this is peak silly season

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↳ fast1644 we lost HER😔😔

honeybadg3r storytime

tracklmts adopt me? (please)

note. i really liked doing this request !!

bye guys, i hope to see you at my next post!👋💋

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xhmeusworld · 5 months

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the way it was | kim mingyu

genre: idol! mingyu, angst, established relationship

pairings: kim mingyu x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1k

note: just a small thing until i finish editing some of my longer works :)

you should have known what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date an idol. you should have known that it wasn’t going to be a normal relationship. there wasn’t going to be any spontaneous dates, no random adventures, not even late night trips to the convenience store.

you thought you could handle it. the “love conquers all” attitude. in your mind, that’s what could get you through it. because you did love kim mingyu.

you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet.

but it wasn’t enough.

the hiding, the sneaking around, the brief interactions on music shows. it became too much, but the breaking point occurred because of something neither you nor him imagined.

publicity to some might be considered the most important thing for an idol. whether good or bad, it was still publicity. it was still putting your name out there. you thought seventeen had enough support, especially from their various performances as well as appearances on american media. their fandom was growing and growing everyday.

so when mingyu explained to you that pledis wanted him to “fake date” a girl that he co-hosted an event with, you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t even remember what her name was. you, of course, didn’t want him to fake date anyone, but he didn’t have an option. the company didn’t know that you two were together, so he couldn’t refuse a direct command from his ceo.

he insisted that it was going to be fine. it was only going to be brief outings together that were able to be photographed by dispatch and other media outlets. it was just for publicity mingyu assured. that’s all it was and you kept trying to repeat that in your mind.

that was true at the beginning and you honestly weren’t bothered because at the end of the day, mingyu was in love with you.

but brief outings turned into co-hosting events, shared variety shows, and countless interviews. soon, you grew sick of the headlines and of the couple interview questions. it wasn’t long before the sickness grew into jealousy and hatred toward the other girl.

it was clear that she was taking the “fake dating” much more seriously than mingyu. you found yourself at a standstill unable to talk to mingyu about how you felt. he was your boyfriend. you loved him and that was exactly the reason why you couldn’t voice your concerns to him. you didn’t want to come across as the jealous significant other that was incapable of trust. mingyu gave you absolutely no reason to not trust him.

that left jeon wonwoo as your only option. the curly-haired boy understood what you were feeling and offered assurance. he insisted that mingyu only had eyes for you even if the girl viewed him more as a friend. nothing was going to happen between them and that was final.

for awhile, wonwoo’s advice calmed your thoughts and your jealousy.

until new year’s eve hit.

never did you think your new year’s eve would be ruined be a picture that dispatch posted.

a picture of mingyu and the girl kissing.

that’s when you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore. dating an idol was too much.

mingyu was the one who called you first. he had seen the picture and wanted you to know that she had kissed him first. he had to go along with it because of the cameras, but he desperately wanted to push her away. but he did to do it for his company; for seventeen. it was a part of his job.

you broke up with him that night. you had reached your breaking point. you were tired of the insecurity that you were feeling, you were tired of the jealousy, of the fear that mingyu would leave you in the end.

he begged you to stay; to reconsider, but you already made your decision. you loved kim mingyu. you loved kim mingyu more than anyone on the planet, but this time, you had to put yourself first.

that was a year ago.

a lot of things change in a year’s time. things happen in this world without warning. things just happen whether you want them to or not.

you weren’t exactly sure how it happened or when. maybe it was when he picked you up to go get milkshakes after you called him crying about how much you missed mingyu. maybe it was when he randomly bought you flowers for your birthday. maybe it was the night when you finally let your guard down and let him fall asleep next to you.

somehow, some way, your heart surrendered itself to jeon wonwoo and it was the most wonderful feeling.

you swore you would never date another idol, but he made you feel wanted and loved. he made you feel like the most important person in his life because that’s exactly what you were. you were his world and you always had been even when you were with mingyu. he would never hurt you, he promised.

at the beginning of the relationship, you worried about hurting mingyu. wonwoo was his best friend. there was no way he couldn’t be hurt by your actions, but he never reached out to you. he never made an attempt to say one word to you, so soon, your heartache faded to indifference.

you figured he had moved on as well, so you were shocked to see the new notification pop up on your phone as wonwoo slept next to you, resting up for a schedule that he had tomorrow.

one new voicemail from mingyu.

you debated on deleting the message. you debated on avoiding his words, but you just couldn’t do it even after all this time.

with a shaky breath, you moved the phone up to your ear.

“uh, hey, it’s mingyu. i know it has been awhile, but I just felt like I had to reach out to you. i know you may not want to talk to me and if so, i get it. i didn’t exactly put you first in our relationship and for that, i am truly sorry. for what it’s worth, the dating thing - the stupid, dumb, dating thing - is over, which I’m sure you knew from wonwoo.”

his voice sounded as angelic as you remembered it, but there was also a hint of tiredness behind it. so faint that if you didn’t know any better, you would have missed it. the boy let out a sigh as he continued.

“it’s weird. the thought of you with wonwoo. If i’m honest, i should have seen it coming. he always treated you with respect. he always made time for you when I wasn’t around. i can’t just sit around and say that seeing you with him doesn’t hurt me because it does. it really does, but I hope you’re happy. I hope he makes you happy.”

his last line made tears drip down your cheeks and you prayed that you wouldn’t wake the boy next to you.

“all I needed to know is that you are doing fine.”

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pagesfromthevoid · 1 month

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A Real Nightmare | a.a. | 4

Astarion x fem!tav

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mildly suggestive themes. Nudity, almost sex, talking about consent and insecurities

Author’s Note: I promise I didn’t give up on this I just got distracted by the fuckin wizard

Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!

It wasn’t that they didn’t have a lot of alone time in the following days since Tav confessed her desire for Astarion. It was just that she had decided to let Astarion make whatever move he wanted first –if he ever made one.

While he admitted he found her attractive the other night, he told her that she “smelt like a wet dog” and couldn’t bear the idea of bedding her like that. Tav had rolled her eyes at his dismissal, chalking it up to him putting up the walls she had managed to break down. But she didn’t push him, and simply thanked him again for letting her use his tent and bedroll for the night.

“I suppose we could share until you get your own,” he had offered dismissively, waving his hand as he reopened his book.

And thus started a strange co-living situation that was a step above what they had already been doing. They had plenty of alone time in camp, with her sharing his tent each night. But Astarion either didn’t want to make a move or didn’t know he could —both of which made Tav’s heartache one way or another.

Following a particularly nasty fight against a couple of death Shepard (truly, could they catch a break?), Tav's magic had taken a rather chaotic turn, ensnaring everyone and anything that stepped too close to her. Karlach and Gale had gotten away just fine, though Astarion had briefly slashed at the roots to free himself. Even she was stuck in the vines that had appeared after a particularly powerful spell, preventing her from being able to help further than casting a fire bolt here and there.

“We could just leave her here,” Astarion suggested, standing right at the edge of the vines that tangled her up now.

“Astarion, you ass —,” she started, but was cut off by a vine jabbing itself into her calf and causing her to curse angrily.

“And risk you biting one of us, instead?” Karlach chuckled, hacking away at the vines. “C’mon, soldier. Simmer down so we can get you out.”

“If it was that easy,” Tav huffed in frustration, throwing her hands up. “I damn well wouldn’t be here.”

“Perhaps if you knew how to control yourself,” Astarion offered unhelpfully. “We wouldn’t be picking you from the bushes.”

“You are not helping, Astarion!”

“You have to remember that the power is within you,” Gale reminded her, smiling that know-it-all smile of his that Tav really didn’t want to see at the moment, even though she knew he meant well. “Your powers come from ancient forces of chaos. They churn within you —waiting to burst free at any time. You just need to take a deep breath and —,”

“I do not need a lesson in magic right now!” She snapped at him, only worsening the vines that wrapped around her. She held her breath for a moment, looking at the wizard. “Gale, I do not need to be reminded of what my magic does. I am painfully aware. You can teach me later.”

Then she heaved another sigh, looking to Karlach now as the tiefling broke through the original set of vines. Tav was able to shake loose the newest round, stepping clumsily out of the disaster.

Clumsily being the key word, as the moment she thought she was free, another root wrapped around her ankle. She yelped as she fell face first, but Gale was there in a beat, catching her before she hit the ground. The vine disappeared, leaving her clutching onto the front of Gale’s robes with his hands on her waist.

“Careful there, Tav,” he chuckled, helping her stand up right again. His hands sat just below her waist, firmly grounding her. “Can’t have you losing your balance now of all times.”

His hands lingered a bit longer than they needed on her waist —long enough that when she did pull herself away, she saw the annoyance on Asterion's face. She wanted to scold the vampire —he couldn’t be jealous or annoyed that someone else was willing to touch her if he didn’t do it himself. Or when he was being an absolute menace towards her instead of helping. But instead she stood up straight and ignored him and Gale entirely, pushing forward to the monastery.

“We should probably make camp,” Gale suggested as she and Karlach pressed on. “We need to rest if we’re going to get into the crèche without issue.”

“I hate it when he’s right,” Karlach snickered, elbowing Tav.

The sorceress gasped some at the singeing of her robes, looking up at her companion for a moment. Karlach looked sorrowful, apologizing frantically. But Tav broke out into an easy smile.

“Now I know how Astarion felt when I lit him on fire,” she laughed, looking at the burn hole in her side. “Hells, I guess we do need to set up —I can’t fight with this.”

“You certainly cannot compare your light burn to actually lighting me on fire,” Astarion sneered as he appeared at her side, eyeing the hole in her robes.

“Well, I can. And I did.”

*****

“I’m not fixing that for you,” Astarion stated as he entered the tent that evening.

Tav sat in her night clothes —something loose fitting and breezy, but easy to fight in if needed —with a needle and thread in her hand. She squinted with her good eye —the other having been stupidly (but voluntarily) replaced by the one Volo had when he tried to remove the parasite and thus felt too foreign to use still.

“Why would you?” She asked, threading the needle carefully. Her tone was curious, though her eyes were fixed on her task at hand. “Can you even sew?”

“Of course I can sew,” he sneered as he dropped down beside her, yanking the tool from her hand. “Unlike you.”

“Astarion, I don’t —,”

“Oh, be quiet.”

Tav grudgingly complied with his request, her irritation evident as she watched him work. However, as she observed Astarion's nimble fingers expertly maneuvering the needle, her annoyance gradually gave way to curiosity. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning in closer, intrigued by his unexpected skill. Despite her initial skepticism, she found herself impressed by the effortless way he patched up the hole in her robes. There was a certain finesse to his movements, a hint of a life she couldn't quite grasp. It was as if he had once been accustomed to having others cater to his every need, yet now he was here, performing a task with a dexterity that surprised her.

“Where did you learn to sew?” She asked, watching curiously as his hands moved carefully but quickly around her clothes.

“When you’re a slave for two hundred years, you learn a thing or two.”

She blanched, words caught in her throat at his comment. Of course he had to know how to take care of himself and his things; she hadn’t even considered that in her little judgmental tirade.

“Hells, I’m sorry —I shouldn’t have —I’m an idiot.”

“You don’t need to apologize for something you weren’t even alive for,” he amended, though his eyes were fixed on her garments and he refused to look at her. “There’s plenty else for you to apologize for.”

Tav's brows furrowed as she mulled over Astarion's cryptic remark. Before she could press for clarification, he spoke again, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Though I must admit, it's quite the spectacle witnessing you and Gale, so cozy and chummy. Almost makes one wonder if there's more to your partnership than meets the eye. Or perhaps you're just practicing your innocent act for when you're not knee-deep in trouble," he quipped, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he finally glanced up to meet her gaze.

“Sweet hells,” she groaned, throwing her hands in the air. Tav's irritation flared at Astarion's insinuation, her eyes narrowing as she met his gaze head-on. "You know very well, Astarion, there's nothing between Gale and me," she retorted, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I've made it abundantly clear who I want in this camp, and it's not some imaginary love affair with Gale."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, wondering why Astarion insisted on needling her about nonexistent romances when the truth of her feelings was plain for anyone with eyes to see. Yet, despite her frustration, she couldn't help but notice the slight tension in his posture, the way his gaze flickered away before returning to hers with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability.

“I told you the other night –it’s you,” she reminded him, taking the needle and clothes from his hands, forcing him to focus on her and her alone. “Whatever you want, whatever you decide —I promised you that –but you haven’t decided anything. You feed on me every night, we share your tent, you’re fixing my damn clothes –but you cannot be jealous of Gale putting his hands on me when you won’t.”

Something dangerous flashed in Astarion’s eyes at her scolding, and suddenly she was being shoved to the floor of the tent. She was pinned beneath Astarion, whose thighs caged her legs in while his arms trapped her from above. His face was close to hers, close enough that their noses barely brushed against one another.

All the blood rushed straight between her thighs, heart racing against her rib cage as if trying to escape. For the first time since she met Astarion, she was seeing the spawn he was.

And it was all too alluring.

“Do you know why I haven’t touched you, Tav?” He asked, leaning in closer now. Baiting her, goading her into making the first move. But she shook her head, pressing herself further into the ground. “Because if I do, I will not stop.”

Clenching her thighs together, Tav couldn’t help the sound that escaped her lips –an almost lewd hum of desperation. Asterion's eyes were locked on hers, keeping her gaze from straying from the rubies that made up his irises.

“What if,” she managed to breathe out, tentatively reaching up to touch his cheek. The danger that Astarion presented melted just barely at her touch, softened the edges of his eyes, as she finished, “I don’t want you to stop?”

It was a heartbeat later, if even, that his mouth was on hers, tongue parting her lips to taste her. Tav moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to pull at his silver hair and tug him even closer. She tried to part her legs, to wrap them around him, but he still caged her in and he wouldn’t budge as he pulled away from her mouth to trail his lips over her jaw. Across her cheek, under her ear, then down her throat —right over the only spot he had touched her in weeks: the bruised bite marks on her throat.

Asterion's teeth grazed the spot, though he did not break the skin as she writhed under him. Her hands still had purchase in his hair as his tongue trailed down the column of her throat.

“Astarion, please,” she sighed dreamily.

“Please, what, darling?” He asked, voice muffled slightly by the skin of her throat. “Use your words for me.”

“Just —touch me, please. Anywhere —everywhere —Gods, please.”

Finally, one of his hands pulled her leg out from between his thighs, spreading her so he could fit there instead. Without hesitation, she hiked her leg over his hip, pulling him closer to get whatever friction against her core that she could. The feeling of him pressed against her forced a hiss from her throat again.

The hand that had pulled away was trailing up her leg now, over her knee and up her thigh. So close to where she wanted —where she needed him to touch. But instead, he continued upwards until his nails tugged at the laces of her pants and loosened them. She didn’t question the movement, instead lifting her hips and untangling herself briefly from him to shimmy her pants down and off.

“Eager little pup, aren’t we?” He teased as she finally let go of his hair to reach for his pants next. Astarion stopped her however, swatting her hand away. “Unfortunately, I want you bare before me first.”

She huffed in frustration, but it was replaced by another sigh as he slipped his hand under her shirt, cold fingers brushing over her heated skin until he was pinching her taut nipple. Gods, she was thankful for the fact that she stopped wearing her undergarments to bed (entirely in case of a moment like this, if she was perfectly honest).

But if he wanted her bare, then he would get just that —anything to get him to touch her more. And so she reached back down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it to the side.

“Wait,” she breathed out, fingers stilling along the waistline of his pants.

Astarion pulled back slightly, eyes darting between her hands and her face, frowning deeply. One of her hands reached up, resting against the pale skin of his chest.

“I just —I need to know that you actually want this, Astarion,” she admitted, dropping her hand from his waistline, as if to show him she wasn’t moving forward without him. “I know that’s ridiculous and I’m already naked and you’re literally on top of me but —,”

She let out a surprised yelp when he kissed her again —but it was softer than before; careful. He didn’t deepen it, though, and instead pulled away just enough to look down at her once more.

“How is it you care so much about what I want when you’re getting exactly what you want?” He whispered, nudging her nose with his.

“I told you, I want —,”

“Yes, yes —you want what I want —but do you know how annoyingly sweet you are? How you just…you ruined my plans and now you’re stopping me from giving you what you want because you care so damn much about what I want —,”

“Wait, what? What plans?” She interrupted, pushing herself away from him some, grabbing her shirt to try to cover herself up as she stared at him.

Astarion sat back on his knees, pursing his lips some as he realized that he had given away more than he meant to.

“I just —,” he hesitated a moment, looking down at his hands for a moment before shaking his head. “Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan —seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me. It was easy —instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you.”

“Astarion, what are —,”

“Shush,” he scolded, narrowing his eyes down at her as she sat up. “This is…this is where my nice, simple plan fell apart. Tav…you’re incredible. And you deserve something real.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, Tav clutching her shirt to her chest as she processed Asterion's confession. What it sounded like he was saying was that whatever this was —whatever was happening between them —wasn’t real. And that realization squeezed her heart tight in her chest as she started to put her clothes back on.

The tent was suddenly too small; too cramped. She was overwhelmed and naive, just like he had thought weeks ago when they met. And she needed to get away from him as she tried to stand and hurry out.

“I’m sorry, Astarion. I should have —I didn’t —,”

But he grabbed her wrist, quick to stand and pulled her back to him.

“Tav, stop,” he demanded, though he didn’t sound all that convincing. “You deserve something real —I want us to be something real.”

Asterion's fingers flexed against her wrist, before he finally pulled her back into his embrace. Tentatively —almost timidly —he wrapped his arms around her waist and back, looking down at her with soft, crimson eyes.

“I…I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what comes next, or what to do. And the idea of…intimacy or sex, I don’t…I don’t know how to separate the good and the bad. But I know that…I want you. All of you.”

Tav's touch mirrored his, reaching up to run the back of her hand against his cheek. He melted into her touch, leaning into it as he closed his eyes. He was so vulnerable in this moment; the walls he had spent so long hiding behind were breaking down and Tav’s heart ached at the thought that he was scared of her —of her rejection, of her feelings.

“I want you too, Astarion,” she promised, pressing her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and guiding him closer. Her nose brushed against his as he pressed his forehead against hers. “I don’t need to sleep with you to know I care about you. Whatever you need —however long you need —I can wait for you.”

His eyes searched hers, as if trying to catch a lie. While it hurt, not knowing if he truly believed her, she understood the fear. After everything he’d been through, there was more reason to assume the worst than not.

“You are more than what your body can do,” she promised him, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I…,” he paused, swallowing down whatever he was going to say, before pulling away. “I’m afraid I may have ruined the mood, darling.”

She waved off his concern, laughing at the idea. “The only mood I’m in is for a cuddle. How does that sound?”

Astarion smiled —a real, soft smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes —and he nodded. “A cuddle…sounds nice, actually.”

Tav grinned up at him before pulling away from his embrace –not enough to stop touching him; her fingers trailed down his arm until they latched onto his fingers –so she could take over his spot on the pillows he’d piled up. Although hesitant, Astarion slowly joined her in the mess of pillows, about to lay back when she pulled him into her arms. He seemed surprised by the notion that she would be holding him and not the other way around, but he didn’t argue as she wound one arm around him and held him close to her chest. The other found his hair, running her nails over his scalp and she swore he purred at the touch. She’d keep that in mind.

Melting into her embrace, Asterion's arms wrapped around her middle, holding her tight against him as if she would disappear. What she would give to be able to read his thoughts in this moment; to know if he felt safe like this; if he felt loved like this. Because that's what she wanted –to give him that safety, that love that he so desperately wanted; that he deserved.

Perhaps he heard her thoughts himself, because as she drifted off into a restful sleep, she heard him murmur into her skin,

“Thank you.”

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navibluebees · 1 year

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Hi, absolutely love your writing and you are amazing. I was wonderful if you could write something with Lyle, maybe fic when he is lovely and super kind to others, especially reader all the time, but one day some dude is flirting with his human scientist s/o (she/her/) and he is jealous and he is very mean for this guy, but when they are back in his room he is super touchy and cuddle her so much which leads to nsfw scene? Sorry if it's stupid😩😭

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Thanks, babe! I may just do this as a oneshot, but I love this idea! & It's not stupid, silly goose~ Also minors, this is obviously going in a smutty direction, so please don't interact. Thanks!

Lyle was waiting in the hallway, hyping himself up. Your relationship was still new, all things considered. He fidgeted with his hands, patting his pockets and postponing even longer. The interspecies relationship hadn't been fully explored yet and although he had been confident in his previous life, he was a bit nervous in the current one. Finally, he readied himself and turned the corner to walk into your lab.

He stopped in his tracks, boots squeaking a bit on the floor. You turned at the noise and your eyes widened behind the safety goggles you had on. One of your coworkers had his arms around you, trying to "help" adjust your microscope and while you were more than a bit miffed about it, Lyle looked as though he might smite the man. You tried to get up, pushing the safety goggles higher on your head and breaking the hold your coworker had around you. You shot him an annoyed look and went to Lyle who had a finger pointed steadily at the other man.

"Don't you lay hands on her again."

The other scientist held up his hands, a small smirk flitting across his face. "Hey, man, I was just helping out. No worries."

Lyle's face contorted into a snarl that flipped to surprise when he felt your hands shoving at his abdomen.

"Lyle get out of here. I'll see you later."

"But-"

"No. I will come see you later."

You whipped around to your work with not another word.

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Lyle paced angrily in his room, tail lashing out and knocking things over. He growled in frustration, throwing his hands up before crouching down to set things back the way they were. His ears flicked to the door when he heard the code being punched in on the other side. He stood quickly and looked over your appearance. Your face was flushed and hair mussed up. His heart sank for a minute before he reminded himself to have a little faith in you.

You looked at him warily and stepped closer, melting against him when his arms came around you. He helped you take off your pants and swept you up in his arms, plopping down on the bed. You curled into his chest and he pulled a blanket across the both of you, keeping you warm.

"Lyle.."

"Hm?"

"We have to talk about what happened."

"I don't-"

"Lyle, please let me talk. You can not come in there like that. Ever."

"But he was all over you! He was flirting, that ass, I saw his face!"

"Lyle, I know."

"You, you what?" Lyle struggled to maintain his composure as he processed the information. "And you just let him??"

You angrily rubbed your hands across your face. "Lyle it's not that simple! They already don't take me seriously since I'm 'just a woman'! They-"

"Wait wait wait. Who's said that to you? I'll make sure they get sent straight back to Earth."

You gently caressed his arm, sensing the tremble along his skin.

"Lyle, honey, it isn't something you can do anything about. They already tease me about liking alien co-" Your face flushed. "Anyway, I have to take care of this myself."

He barely heard your last sentence, body reacting to the previous one. A grin stole across his concerned face, ready to tease you to lighten the mood if he could. His thumb stroked carefully along your ribs, making your face go even more red. You adjusted in his lap and felt him hard against your bottom.

"You work so hard," he murmured. "And those assholes don't take you seriously because you like my cock, is that right?"

You squirmed under his full attention and ducked your head. "Pretty much," you mumbled.

He scoffed and traced his finger down to graze along your thighs. "Too bad for them, then. I love your brain. It's big and beautiful and so so sexy."

"Are we still talking about my brain? Or you?"

Lyle coughed out a laugh and pulled your underwear to the side. "Why not both?" He stroked carefully over your folds, testing how wet you were. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, drenching them with his spit. Then moved them back down, pulling your back to his chest in the process. He spread your legs open to land on either side of his and thrust one finger into you. You moaned softly, his name coming out in a sigh. "That's my girl."

You squirmed more in his lap, ass rubbing against his enormous cock. He thrusted up to meet you, grinding his hips against yours. You whined, pushing back as hard as you could, forcing a growly groan from deep in his throat.

"You feel so good rubbing against me, you know that?" He growled in your ear and brushed a finger across your clothed nipple, making you squirm even more.

He moved to thrust another finger inside and you rose up on your knees, leaning back against his chest, head rolling back onto his shoulder. He worked his fingers in an out until you were a whimpering mess. He palmed his cock through his shorts and bit down on your shoulder as you rode his hand faster and faster.

"Come on, baby. Come on," he urged you on, his voice dissolving into a guttural groan.

You reached down to rub your clit as you spasmed around his fingers, rolling your hips through your orgasm. You fell limply back into his lap. He sucked on his fingers after pulling them gently from you and groaned.

"Mmm, delicious."

You blushed and turned in his lap, hands reaching for where you knew his cock would be. He smiled sheepishly when you gaped at the giant stain that was on his shorts now.

"Couldn't help it, could you?" you smirked at him.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart." He pulled your face to his and kissed you hard, pulling you down on top of him.

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Family for Hire (Ch.4)

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☀️ pairing: single dad!seonghwa x business woman!reader ☀️ genre: fluff, romance, family, domestic, fake marriage, slice of life ☀️ ch. summary: settling into a new routine came with its challenges, of course, but you expected that. what you did not expect, however, was for seonghwa to completely derail your plans for quietude. ☀️ ch. wordcount: 4.7k ☀️ ch. warnings/tags: language, questionably edited, hwa being one jealous boy, a ton of coffee, implied missing breakfast, food/eating, a wild woo and yeo appear, rash decisions, implied lack of sleep, let me know if anything else! ☀️ perma-taglist: @doom-fics @legohwas @acciocriativity @justhere4kpop @honey-lemon-goose @byuntrash101 @shakalakaboomboo @starillusion13 @hongthoven @cqndiedcherries @uwuheeseungie @hoshischeekss @frankenstein852 @charreddonuts @miriamxsworld @mingigoo @michel-angelhoe (can't be tagged: @ate-ez) ☀️ a/n: in anticipation of seonghwa day, hope you enjoy some more single dad hwa~ much love, any reblogs, comments, thoughts, feelings appreciated! apologies if the chapter is chaos, but hey... croissants and coffee!

Chapter 4: When Croissants Fly

Had you known that if you were to make it into the office on time and keep your promise of taking a certain kid to kindergarten, you would have to get up at hell o’clock in the morning – with hell being anything before six, you would have, respectfully, just left the conversation with standard goodbyes and not offered something out of the blue. Nothing could prepare you for the sheer amount of noise that a child could produce that early, when you were used to having an apartment to yourself, a nice, steaming, hot cup of coffee, and the human right to have fifteen minutes of sheer panic as you would realise if you did not hurry up you would be late. But even that panic was independent. You were not holding anyone up, no one was holding you up. You did not have to answer to anyone, nor did you have to be sitting there, in the driver’s seat, praying for a certain someone to ‘just… chill… out…”. Even though it had already been a three, now four days of you driving back and forth, back and forth like an expensive school bus, you still had a lot to get used to.

You glanced back as you stopped at a red light, catching Nari in deep conversation with her father about some drawing homework – something you were suddenly very jealous of. Why couldn’t adults have drawing homework instead of taxes? But nonetheless, no matter how simple the conversation was, each syllable was like a bass boosted hit of a dubstep remix in your cranium. Biting your lip, you attempted to focus on the sound of traffic outside and wondered if your fellow passengers would quieten down if you were to turn on the radio. You caught yourself hovering between being glad to be on better terms with Seonghwa and mini-Co, and wanting to let out an elaborate string of curses that had accumulated since your coffee machine broke this morning, and you, being a silly optimist when it came to appliances, had no alternative of source of energy fuel. This discomfort was apparently obvious enough for Seonghwa to pick up on it, and at the next red light you hear him tell his daughter to wait a second, and call out to you:

“Y/N, are you okay?” the note of concern in his voice made your heart ache and guilt for being so inwardly irritated spread through you. Peering out at the concrete jungle, you tapped the arm rest a couple of times, pondering the question before asking one back.

“What, do I look unequivocally dubious?” you tried to remain as neutral as possible, since Nari did not need to know what passive aggressive behaviour was, so early in her childhood, however Seonghwa was too finely attuned to emotional landscapes for your own good. Perhaps he could even give Yunho a run for his hard-earned ‘through thick and thin’ friend money.

“Oh, no! Not at all, it’s just that, um, I mean, this routine is quite new and must be very troublesome, so-”

“Do I look tired, is that it?” you interrupted gently, Seonghwa’s obvious beating around the bush turning out to be rather amusing, alleviating some of the headache that the day had been providing you with so far. It was hard not to notice how his upper body stiffened as he stared back at you through the rear-view mirror. Deciding to not keep up the limbo of whether he offended you or not, you cracked the brightest smile you could muster, and winked, “I know I do, don’t worry. I am an early bird by caffeine, and the love of my life broke today.”

“The love… of your life?” Seonghwa repeated cautiously, acutely reactive to your particular choice of words. Choosing to not mention how he leaned closer to you, with even his daughter shooting him an inquisitive glance, you simply elaborated on your morning ordeal.

Amidst your dramatic recounting of your battle with the ‘coffee monster’ you had made Nari burst into a fit of giggles, which was a win in your unpaid parenting work experience, though judging by Seonghwa’s unchanging pained expression, something about the moral of the story seemed to not quite fit the unspoken fairy tale standard, and as such, you trailed off into an awkward silence.

“Did you have… breakfast, at least?”

“Sure?”

“Okay, then what was it?”

Somehow in that moment you felt as though you were not supposed to be sat in the driver's seat, and instead in a detention, or in a dim corner for a long timeout. One step away, and you could almost hear Seonghwa saying ‘I promise I am not going to get mad at you if you just tell me the truth’, a notion that made you shudder. What if, unbeknownst to you, he was the kind of parent that would snap too? There was no guarantee that he wasn’t. Many a times you had seen perfectly happy and peaceful kids coming home to… much less than happy families, so if he was going to shout at you, you should just take it. Your grip on the steering wheel grew tighter and you bit your lower lip. The thud of your heartbeat in your temples returned as you pressed on the gas pedal and accelerated, only a couple of blocks away from Nari’s kindergarten already.

“Good stuff.” You brushed the interrogation off, not because you were uncomfortable with your choices, but because it was more than likely that Seonghwa would be, and as such, you ran the risk of exploding in a defensive mode and exposing Nari to a not so pleasant argument. And you were not about that life. You were not into recycling old experiences into new hurt.

Fortunately, Seonghwa got the hint instantly. Like father, like daughter – Nari, upon seeing the young man’s reaction, took it as a sign that she needed to stay put and reserve playtime for later. The rest of the journey crawling through the somnolent sunlit streets was spent in complete silence. You watched and waved back to a once again excited little gremlin, as she hopped out of the car and shouted for her dad to stay back, because she was ‘grown’ and ‘independent’. He had inadvertently shot you a glance upon hearing the words, enjoying the game of pretending that Nari had taken after you a bit too much. You had not looked back, and even how you were supposedly following his precious girl’s run to the front doors had transformed into a thousand-yard stare. Once again, you were in your own world.

“Hey, mind if I move up front?” he pointed at the seat and tilted his head, jolting you out of your turbulent musings.

“Yeah, sure thing. Okay.”

At this proximity, you swore you could catch a hint of his perfume. The vanilla, floral notes and something you could not quite put a finger on was very memorable, and very him. You took a deep inhale and leaned back into the driver’s seat, ready to commence the journey back.

“You can… actually you know what you can drop me off in the business district!” a weight off your shoulders as he suddenly changed your plans for a smoother ride. Masking your relief, you asked for the handsome man to confirm.

“Are you sure? You will need to switch lines… once if I am not mistaken?”

As he ran a hand through his hair, fighting a pesky strand that was threatening to get into his eye, you took the opportunity to study him. Black shirt with a just barely visible patterned design, and the top button undone to reveal three silver necklaces, carefully selected to complement one another. Black trousers, a loose straight cut, falling onto the chunky black and white converse sneakers. And again, that damn perfume that you could not explain to your brain. You did not want to be creepy, but tilted your head towards the man to try and figure out what that mysterious note was. At least you had your question going for you, and your leaning in could be interpreted simply as interest in his response.

“True, but I have some business, ha-ha wow apt, to attend to in the area so…” did not sound like it, but you were not about to argue just when you were in hot water about your morning.

“Okay.” You rolled out of parking, and drove back out onto the street, now bound for your not quite beloved office.

Ever since Monday, you had cemented yourself as one of the first to arrive in the office, and almost always the first to arrive within your assigned team, which had definitely left a good impression on your manager who openly praised you for being so diligent – much to the dismay of the co-workers who enjoyed gossiping about you. But you could not care less since you and Yunho did the exact thing except in reverse. There were some benefits to waking up at hell o’clock, even if it came with socio-gastronomical sacrifices. Which apparently, Seonghwa made his mission to reverse as he sharply turned his head and made a pointing gesture.

“And I’ll buy you breakfast. Y/N don’t you dare argue with me I have access to some dark magic.”

“Like?”

“Here comes the airplane. Wildly effective. So, if you decline then do expect a projectile croissant.” He threatened, stifling a chuckle.

“What if I want to see a croissant fly?” you countered, shaking your head and gleaming, the greyness of the streets which you navigated not appearing so soul draining anymore.

“Well then I will organise that just for you.”

Seonghwa was not sure what had gotten into him, but his desire to step in and help was nearly unbearable. You were every bit a business person, rushing and dedicating your life to your career even if you did have friends and family. But as he knew from having been working together with someone who had an awfully similar mindset to you, such people often forgot to take care of themselves. It was as if you deemed yourselves either not worthy of time spent, or you never felt the need nor the appeal of caring. And if you were to be acting in the role of his wife, the last thing Seonghwa wanted to see was you masking a perpetual misery. You were striving for best behaviour when you were interacting with Nari, showing a playful and easy-going side of you that he thought that he would never get the chance to see again, and generally were working hard to impress his daughter. But it seemed that you needed a push in the right direction of how exactly you could make him even happier than he already was.

You were dangerously attractive when you were driving, he concluded. The unwavering focus on the road, paired with reflexive movements as you reacted to what you had probably predicted ages in advance was making Seonghwa unreasonably flustered, and he had to force himself to look at the lines on the road instead of constantly looking at you. You had been one of the few people in university who had been a ‘designated driver’, along with your closest friend through the years, since most of the others dismissed the skill as something for a ‘later time’ and not immediately important for studies. It had amused him when these same people would then beg for you to effectively become a carpooling service. Even more amusing was that you had always had the guts to decline.

Now, your driving style had gotten even more refined, more natural. It was clear that you had long passed the stage of novice driver, too many miles and experiences under your wheels to still be considered a learner. Cruising through the city, cruising through life. Seonghwa doubted that you would remember, but there had been one time when you two had been sat, just like this, listening to some indie music that you had said helped you focus. But now the silence you shared was heavier, the impact of every action having the potential to cause greater damage. As such, he kept the memory to himself, instead drifting into the pleasant rumble of the car engine.

Right when the sun washed over Seonghwa’s side of the car after having hopped out from behind a skyscraper, forcing him to flip open the visor, it hit you. Coffee. Of course that last note had to be coffee.

With a croissant in one hand an a steaming takeaway cup of coffee in the other, mother goose in the form of a cheery Seonghwa ushered you towards your office, wishing you a good day at least twice, while you kept on trying to explain the best way to get to the metro station as, clearly, he had not planned his ‘business’ out in the slightest.

If you had been aware that his business was to make sure you had at least some form of nourishment and perked up to a satisfactory level, you would have probably thrown hands, so the young man had to resort to being cryptic, rocking on his feet, hands stuffed in his pockets as he said one last goodbye to you and followed your form as you entered your building, crossed a large reception area, passed some security turnstiles and finally, were swallowed by an elevator. So this was how this life was.

He closed his eyes and listened to the industrial noise. The whirring of cars all around him, construction of a new residential complex, designed not for aesthetic purposes, but to eventually raise the land price, the chatter of people who made the financial world, and as such the world itself turn, the whistling of a strong breeze that hit the top floors, zooming past antennae, wiring and air conditioning exhausts. A beautiful, cold world that he had previously imagined himself in. Seonghwa peeked out once again to take in the surroundings: the glossy windows, the sleek modern architecture and abstract expressionist sculptures installed in miniature street squares. Funny how, as he had seen you enter one of the many ant houses, a sense of clarity washed over him. This was your habitat. Your home. Not his. And he should not beat himself up over it. Especially when you were so much more passionate about it, and as such so much more deserving of the best space here.

You were there, behind one of the many windows, working hard for success. And now, he was part of that strenuous operation, at least by a fraction. That was what he could do, and how he could contribute. The possibility of you and him collaborating in enviable synchronicity was an exciting prospect, now that he could feel the space in which you worked. He could handle his tasks, you could handle yours – the domestic daydreaming left him breathless as he began to amble in a random direction, not taking his eyes off the bright blue sky.

Except his blissful state of ideation did not last long enough for him to plot as far as he would like. Two men in what had to be designer office wear were standing next to him at a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light to turn green. But that in itself was harmless. It was the fact that the shorter of the two, the one who was explaining something very animatedly to his colleague, practically painting a scene with his hands, suddenly mentioned your name – each syllable resounding like a gunshot.

Could it be someone else? Maybe there was another Y/N out there, in this same district – there were thousands of people in these offices, so the chances were definitely not zero. But as Seonghwa discreetly listened in, it became clearer and clearer – these were your colleagues, and they were talking about you. And in a way that set off every single alarm bell in Seonghwa’s totally mission-focused brain.

“Look Yeo, I’m telling you she is super cute. And I don’t give me that look. So what if she agreed to a meeting only on Friday? It doesn’t mean you have zero chance.”

Sure you do. Seonghwa mentally responded, but furrowed his brows as he realised that he was being protective of someone who was not actually his someone, but a fake someone who, in reality, he was conducting questionable business with. Technically, that meant that you could date in secret – as long as it was hidden from the eyes of your superiors. Would you do it? There wasn’t exactly any infidelity to speak of if you did, since he was just an old college friend and a complicated present social tie-up. No. No you couldn’t. This kind of connection would risk your promotion, wouldn’t it? Whatever these fiends were plotting could very well ruin your career, and he, acting in the role of your husband, had to think of a strategy to put a stop to this.

“It just means that she is a busy woman, on her grind, achieving and thriving – just your type, isn’t that right?” the enthusiastic man who, much like Seonghwa, was dressed head to toe in black, and sported a long parted fringe that framed his beaming face, continued his encouragements. Except the mention of types, he was right, at least. You were busy. Too busy to consider them, so they should make their damn exit.

The stubborn light was still red as cars continued to dash past the trio. The man by the name of Yeo, which Seonghwa assumed was an abbreviation or a nickname, was good looking enough for him to be irritated. A muscular physique, with perfect skin and impeccably styled locks that highlighted his features that looked to have been sculpted by some aesthetic deities… yes, this man had to disappear out of yours and Seonghwa’s shared life immediately. Seonghwa did not need a man he ‘did not have to worry about’ right there in the same office space as you.

“Mm, right.”

A man of few words, huh? Maybe that was his problem. Then there was a chance that you would drop him fast as lightning – you liked your philosophical discussions, always did and if he could not formulate an opinion, he was automatically out of the game-

“But I do not wish to be a burden for her, Wooyoung. As much as I admire and respect her, I am only a slot in her timetable at the moment. And whilst I appreciate your support, we should remain realistic and pace ourselves.”

Shit. His voice was deep and dependable. And he had fantastic rhythm to his speech. Uh oh. Seonghwa suddenly wished that he was still in the café with you, and had, instead of letting you go to have the strong double shot of bitterness at your desk, insisted that you spent some more time together. Then he would not hear this atrocity, and since the café was not far from the building, they might have detected you in the shop front window. Would have been a win-win situation. Alas, this Yeo, and his equally ambitious friend Wooyoung had to be combatted in more creative ways.

Seonghwa’s hands moved on their own accord as he took out his mobile phone, scrolling to the contact he had saved as ‘wife’, with not one but two upwards graph emojis as an ode to your job, and clicking the call button. As he heard you answer with a cautious, whispered hello and an elaboration that he should wait a second as you moved to a conference room, the initial wave of panic subsided and he relaxed into your tone.

“What is it, Hwa?” if only he could loop how you said his nickname and listen to it whenever he wanted… no, he must remain focused.

“Hey, Y/N!” he purposefully spoke louder, spotting in his peripherals that he had caught the attention of the duo. Their conversation had lulled, and they were pretending to be looking at the light to cross, but in reality, were tuning their imaginary antennae to pick up more of the conversation.

“Yes, ‘tis me. And we literally just spoke, what’s up?” he heard a sliding of a door, and the ambiance changing to that of a closed space, giving your voice more space to bloom and show its colour. Seonghwa smiled, stalling a bit before picking up a simple conversation topic, but pointing towards a mock level of intimacy that a certain Yeo should never reach.

“How’s the breakfast?” he refrained from chuckling as he saw Wooyoung appear particularly bewildered.

“Honestly it was exactly what I needed right now, I am already feeling so much better. Thank you for it, and for treating me, really.”

“Oh, not a problem at all! Anything for you.” Even though he inwardly cringed at the phrase, it seemed to have a desired effect on his audience who exchanged confused glances. At the same time, you moved the phone away from you and snorted in laughter.

“You sound so awkward right now what the hell? You good?” he needed to think fast. How could he avoid saying that he was ‘overstepping boundaries and barely a week into a fake relationship was acting lowkey possessive of you to the point where he felt the need to assert dominance over people who simply mentioned you’? That was right. What was going to annoy you enough to let go of his questionable behaviour?

“Uhm… well, could you point me in the direction of the metro again?” Bingo. The groan that you let out, and undoubtedly followed by a rolling of the eyes, was enough for him to confirm that you fully bought the little fib. He swore he heard that same man, Wooyoung, scoff, while Yeo remained suspiciously quiet.

“Are you kidding me? I literally just explained that from the café, you take a right, and then-”

“Ah, a right… so that’s where the problem is…” he continued, intentionally adding sprinklings of cluelessness to his act.

“You can’t be serious… Park Seonghwa where are you?” strict, but adorably concerned for his wellbeing, you asked.

“At a crossing.”

“What crossing?”

“There is a fancy fountain on the other side of the street.”

“You’re there? Damn, you know what, stay put, I will walk you to the station seeing as you are directionally challenged.” And with that, he could make out the sound of footsteps on a carpeted floor, a rustling as you probably pressed the phone to your shirt, distant ‘I’ll be back in a bit’ and, in a matter of moments, clicking and a much stronger echo to each sound.

“I’ll take that label and wear it with pride, Y/N. Then, see you soon, yeah?”

“Uh-huh, oh directionally challenged man. I’ll be there in five. Stay put and don’t get lost in the square please. Like, find a bench or something and don’t move.” A ding of an elevator. You ended the call. And now, each stride like that of a victor in a ruthless battle, he overtook the two men who were not so discreetly gawking at him, with the goal of finding some bench in the square to sit on and await your arrival.

Seonghwa thought that his performance was over, and relaxed into the seat that he had stumbled upon: partially in the shade of a green maple, but still welcoming some of the more amiable sun rays. But little did he know that, instead of this being an epilogue to the indirect interaction with your colleagues that threatened his pride, he had just inadvertently completed a tutorial, and now was in for a game of a lifetime.

“Uhm, excuse me? Pardon for my very rude behaviour, but I believe I overheard you mentioning a certain Y/N that works around here?”

Seonghwa raised his head, which had previously been resting on the back of the bench, only to discover that the two men he had perceived as a threat to his status, in particular that Greek statue in the form of Yeo, were standing right in front of him, expectant.

“Yes… I did indeed. And who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah, before we introduce ourselves, would you confirm if this is L/N Y/N you were talking to?”

“…Yes?” Seonghwa stood up, in a last-minute effort to be polite towards the gentlemen, who only a few minutes ago, he wanted to erase from the planet, or at least from your plans. They accepted the gesture and gave him space.

The sun was beating down on Seonghwa more aggressively than before, making him wonder whether this was due to it actually getting hotter, or because he was more and more enticed by the idea of the ground opening up beneath him and letting him exit the conversation.

“Right, sorry for the suddenness. It’s just that we are her colleagues. Well, from different departments but still. I am Jung Wooyoung. Human Resources.” A bow, another bow. Wooyoung did not look too pleased, clearly reading his every micromovement.

“I’m Kang Yeosang. Cybersecurity.” Passive enough, neither of the two cared enough to try and be threatening.

“And you?” Wooyoung inquired, raising his eyebrows.

“Ah yes, apologies. Park Seonghwa. Department not found.”

Polite chuckles. Dead silence. Wind whistling. Where were you? The three fumbled for anything to say, finally settling on the weather, and then moving towards neutral work topics. Evidently, Wooyoung had a lot more to say, and with each passing minute, the coil on which said questions were contained was being wound tighter and tighter, until it was ready to damn near detonate.

“What is this gang meet up, huh?” finally, you appeared from behind a tall hedge, your work pass hanging around your neck from a lanyard, swaying with each step you took. Once you approached the group, you looked at each member of the trio, pausing when you saw Yeosang.

“Ah hello! You must be Yeosang, right? I guess we are meeting sooner than expected.” Chuckling in pure corporate, you nodded in greeting.

“Indeed, we are. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“So, Y/N, care to explain… this mister Seonghwa?” Wooyoung interjected, his curiosity getting the best of him.

This was deeply disconcerting, you concluded. There was an element to this ordeal that you were missing, and this element was crucial to understanding how Wooyoung was going to proceed. He was smart, perceptive. You could even dare to say ‘cunning’. And it was apparent that he had caught onto something, and was not going to let go until everything came to light. You bit the inside of your cheek as you glanced at Seonghwa, who was doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact. There was one clean way out, and one that was inevitably going to make you, and the man in front of you snowball into something only fate could decide the outcome of. While chances were slim, nevertheless you took the first option…

“Well, you already got to know one another. I’d say that’s enough. Now, I need to take this man to the metro so if you don’t mind, we will be heading over yonder-” …only for it to fail miserably as Wooyoung saw through you.

“Oh no, no, like… who is this? A friend? A boyfriend? I need details, you are having breakfast and stuff together… who is he?”

If looks could kill, then you would be a fake widow. It did not take much brain power to figure out that the conversation you had over the phone had been staged for whatever reason. And now, you were in a mess where your little sitcom for a promotion might shut down… unless you committed. Fully. Wooyoung was staring you down. Yeosang had one eyebrow raised and arms crossed, judging. And Seonghwa was only a few levels away from impersonating Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’. To hell with all of this. Deep breath in. Breath out.

“My husband.”

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First request of the blog, thank you for coming into my inbox and leaving a cute scenario! I’m more then happy to oblige. Also, I’m still taking requests, they’ll be open unless I say otherwise~

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It happens more often than you’d think, since Yuri’s friend works with you guys often, he will make an appearance at the office to come visit you and his sister. But you’ve noticed how affectionate and clingy he gets with his sister, always jumping to give her a large hug or gift her with some flowers that he bought. Not that you're jealous or anything, he also gives you his share of roses and lilies, but sometimes he’ll forget that you also are there and ends up surprised as to why you're here.

When he realizes his mistake, he’ll apologize and shyly kiss your temple or cheek, embarrassed that he made a big no-no in front of his sister who likely scolds him for ignoring his significant other. Although you’ve mentioned in the past that it never really bothered you, some of the other ladies in your section can’t help but spread small talk, teasing them for the fact that Yuri seems to love to forget you for his sister. It started getting under your nerves at the sight of the two happy siblings, what you once adored and cherished about their bond turned sour at the hands of your annoying co-workers.

You loved Yor as a person, she was one of the people you respect and hang out with often outside the office. She was even the one to introduce you to your current boyfriend and you couldn’t thank her enough. Yuri is a kind man who always can provide for you, and cute too so bonus points on that. Once you got over the initial problem- moving offices and being tasked to work less with people- you finally thought of a funny plan to get back at Yuri in a kind way.

After a while, it was easy to catch onto his behaviors and take note of his actions when he visited, seeing how he enters a room and makes a beeline to Yor’s desk. You examine any likely paths he would make and there you devised a mischief plan.

One day, when you’d overheard Camilla talking with another group of women in the office about the arrival of her boyfriend, it became clear that it was time. Running with grace, you finally spotted Yor before slowing to a quick pace and calling out to her, fixing any wrinkles or dust off any dirt from your uniform.

“Yor! Hey, I just finished filing those documents head told us about. How is it going with the printing process?”

Matching her walking speed, they carefully hooked onto their arm, aware of the confused smile on her face. “Oh! [Reader], I just finished, I was thinking of maybe dropping by and asking you if you’d like to eat lunch together… hmm. What made you happy all of a sudden?”

Yor watched as you gleefully smiled, wondering what was going on in that little head of yours. Before she could get a response, the cheerful yell of her younger brother startled her from across the hall. “Yor! I finally found you!”

‘Well, here it goes…” mentally, she was prepared to be hugged by her brother, letting it happen before she heard a loud oomph and turned around.

In Yuri’s arms was [Name], smiling and laughing to themself as Yuri snuggled into their head, blinking before seeing that it wasn’t his sister that he was hugging. But still, seeing you made his day even better, picking up your smaller figure and twirling in the air. “[Name]! I’ve missed you, how dare you come between me and my sister~” he jests, still carrying for you before settling you down, holding you by your lower back and keeping you close. The feeling of his hand on your waist made you flustered, but it was comforting to see that you finally had his attention first for once.

Yor fawned at the sight, already imagining the wedding in all its finer details before wiping her tears in a napkin, “Oh [Name], I can’t wait til your Mx. Briar-”

Cue Yuri and [Name] both becoming shy and matching the shade of red of their eyes, rubbing their necks before asking if they all should go out for dinner tonight if they are all free. Yor excitedly agrees before leading them all down the hall, Yuri following as he tells his sister how they still need to visit her and her family sometime; although he grimes at the mention of her husband. All the while, you smile at the succession of your plan.

[09/10/2022]

SpyxFamily belong to Tatsuya Endo*

#Forged Files #yuri briar #yuri briar x reader #gn!reader #established relationship #short fic #scenario #spyxfamliy

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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year

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“Alright, I’m making an executive decision because if I let you do any work we’ll get out of here in 5 minutes,” Y/N said as they rolled their eyes.

“Pookie bear isn’t the entire point of escape rooms to escape the room?”

“In the reasonable 2 hours provided, darling”

“It’s not my fault this room isn’t hard enough to escape from”

“Just stand in the corner and look pretty”

“But Y/N, sweetheart, how could I take your job?”

Sending a playful glare his way, Heizou finally stands back and lets you get to work with a joking pout (he’s happy to just have an excuse to look at your pretty face).

an hour easily passes by with heizou's quick comments and jokes, and he’s almost impressed by how stubborn you are to complete the puzzles by yourself.

“…Should I be jealous with how intensely you’re staring into that painting’s eyes?”

“I just know the next clue is hidden somewhere on this painting I just don’t know where,” Y/N complains. “It has to be this painting, all the others have had puzzles in correlation to them and this is the only one left!”

“Aw does my cutie pie need some help?”

“You can help me by using some actually bearable nicknames”

“No promises, but give me a kiss and I’ll consider”

You don’t bother with a response and throw one of the many bracelets you have on (courtesy of heizou) at him. He catches it like the little shit he is.

“Come on you got this! Just this puzzle and you officially have completed an escape room by yourself”

“You’ll do it next time pookie bear”

“Heizou, darling, I will break up with you if you don’t stop with the insufferable nicknames”

“You would never sweetie”

“You’re right, who else would buy me boba?”

Heizou doesn’t respond and takes your hand into his before pulling you close. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence, just enjoying being together out in public. Eventually the two of you arrive at Heizou’s favorite boba place where he tells you to sit down while he gets into the line.

He soon returns with two large bobas in hand ((me personally i love taro)) to the sight of you smiling down at your phone.

“What’s got you smiling so wide darling?”

“I just found the cutest boots ever, and they’re on sale! My followers are going to freak out over this find”

“Well what are you waiting for, show them to me. Those are cute, you said they were on sale?”

“Yeah, it’s that fashion influencer luck helping me out once again”

“Thanks for taking me out, next time I’m paying for everything”

“We’ll see, my irresistible charm will make you distracted enough to forget that promise”

The two of you stare into eachother’s eyes before Heizou starts to lean in. Just as his lips are about to reach yours, the two of you are interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone.

“…Do you seriously have Cupid by fifty fifty as your ringtone?”

“Barbara asked me to and I couldn’t say no”

“That’s fair enough, Barbara is my favorite of the professional disasters”

“…I should probably call her back”

“You should, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yeah! Yeah sounds good”

Heizou turns away from your doorstep ready to walk home.

“Oh come back here loverboy, you seriously think I’m gonna let you leave without a kiss goodbye?”

Heizou, being down bad, turns around as fast as humanely possible and runs back up to you.

Simp.

0.45 going on a cute date vs being friends with childe 🥲

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Synopsis: you are a fashion youtuber with an immense following and one of many series on your channel is “Fashion Police” where you help people find their personal style! Heizou is a very popular true crime youtuber, as well as a co host for his podcast “professional disasters” with childe and his children. tired of how horribly heizou dresses (they’ve given up on childe) his friends sign him up to appear on your show. and the fact that heizou has a big crush on you? just makes it better. too bad no one told them you two are already happily dating <3

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#aris writes #genshin smau #genshin impact x reader #heizou smau #heizou x reader #omg finally a new chapter #this is crazy y’all #anyways stream queencard

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koreanbibliophilegirl · 28 days

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Can I see your oshi no kono but happier au?

!!!! HELLO I ONLY JUST SAW THIS ASK, YES OF COURSE YOU CAN SEE IT :DDDD It's still in WIP jail for now, but I can give you a basic rundown! I'll put it under a cut:

So, Tommy is the main character because I'm an unapologetic Inniter, lol. He is both Aqua and Ruby, and maybe Ai too a little bit!

Originally, he was Tommy Innis, a sick orphan who'd spent nearly his whole life in hospital under the care of Doctors Sam and Ponk(they both have the role of Goro, though not Aqua).

He dies right before his 16th birthday, and on the same day is reborn as Tommy Craft, the son of superstar actress Kristin Trix and famous artist/sculptor Philza Craft. Tommy's a huge fan of both, but he didn't know they were married bc it was kept under wraps. He's really happy he gets a second chance at life though! He wanted to be an actor/singer/whatever-involves-artistic-talent, but he was too sick to do any of it properly- except maybe writing.

Also, Technoblade Craft is his teenage(?) uncle who's already making a name for himself in writing & various sports. Tommy is a fan of him too. Hehe👍

So anyway, Innis!Tommy used to be online friends with this one guy, idk which guy it's gonna be yet. Let's call him Guy for now.

Guy was an aspiring movie director, he* and Tommy often talked about how Tommy would appear in Guy's movie, and they'd both be super successful, and stuff like that- but Tommy died before any of it could happen...

(*: I'm assuming he's gonna end up being a he? Niki, Hannah and Tina all have roles already, and I'm pretty sure Puffy's gonna be Foolish's mom or something, so yeah.)

But!!! He follows Kristin to one of her movie sets, and lo and behold, the director's his old online best friend!

Guy, being 21(?) now, is rising fast in the movie industry. He has Purpled on set as a child actor, but he makes a spur-of-the-moment decision to have Tommy appear with him. Purpled, who's been acting for a while now, understandably isn't too happy at having to act with a complete newbie.

But turns out, Tommy's a natural! Purpled is kinda jealous, though he's also impressed. (You can probably tell by now, but Purpled is Kana. Kekw) Then Tommy teaches Purpled a bunch of new swear words, much to Kristin's amusement and Guy's exasperation. They become friends-for-the-day after that👍

Uuuuhhhh not entirely sure how things are gonna go from here, but something about Techno nearly getting stabbed? He's fine though DW, it's called Oshi No Ko But Happier AU for a reason! :D

Guy dies though.

.......Yeah.😬

BUT that will come later, for now Tommy's gained quite a reputation as a child actor with tons of potential! Under a pseudonym of course, bc he can't really announce himself as the son of two of the most influential artists of the century, not to mention the nephew of one. He gets to learn how to play a bunch of instruments too! (Innis!Tommy, being a sick orphan, had only gotten to learn a few that were easy/cheap to learn, and could fit in a hospital room.) Techno nearly getting killed puts the family on edge though, so they all agree to keep the acting jobs to a minimum until Tommy's older.

Fast forward to 13 years old, Tommy's just started to attend a super-prestigious school specializing in the arts. Turns out Purpled is here too! But Purpled's changed a lot during the time they didn't see each other. He's a lot less expressive- it reminds Tommy that all of Purpled's roles, during the last few years, have been apathetic acts. Tommy's a bit concerned, but Purpled is in the year above his so Tommy can't really catch him in school.

He makes a friend in writing class though! Their name is Ranboo, he's pretty cool! Ranboo introduces him to Tubbo, who's attending a technology-centered school.

Turns out, Ranboo's older sister, Niki, is friends with Techno. She & her queerplatonic partner, Jack Manifold, are co-leaders of the dance team 'Rocket'. Tommy's been calling them Team Rocket as a joke.

Shenanigans happen! Oh and Tommy's family is still searching for the person that ordered a hit on Techno, because what the f*ck.

Around this time Tommy's accidentally gotten super SUPER famous, and he starts to see that a lot of murders have been happening in the entertainment industry for years. The family lawyers & the authorities hadn't made the connection bc of different methods/seemingly different motives/different culprits, some of whom have been caught- but Tommy thinks there might be a connection. It's kinda irrational, he has no evidence, but murders/murder attempts HAVE been happening more often in the last decade or so than before.

Oh yeah!! I haven't drawn any concept art yet, but I have a list of "star pupils". (no pun intended, I genuinely did not expect that to sound like a pun, what the heck.😅)

If I do get around to drawing some characters for Oshi No Ko But Happier AU, I'll be changing the Star Pupil rules from the original manga/anime.

I'm thinking talent in creation- drawing, painting, writing, etc. - would be four points, shaped like a + sign, while performance- acting, singing, playing instruments, etc. - would be four points, but shaped like an x. Talent in only one aspect of each category- ex. Good at writing but bad at drawing, Good at dancing but average at singing- would be a single line or thin shape.

Additionally, the center of the star would get bigger according to your confidence!

So, Phil and Kristin have four-point stars, with Phil's being a + shape and Kristin's being an x shape. Purpled also has an x-shaped four-point star, but his stars have a big center in childhood and grow small in teenage years- and then grow big again, bc as I keep saying, it's Oshi No Ko But Happier AU. Ranboo has a cat's eye pupil-shaped pupil, while Niki and Jack both have lightning bolt-shaped pupils.

Techno has six-point stars, and Tommy has eight-point stars :) Hopefully I can avoid making them too OP by nerfing them in other aspects lol.

Uh, I think that's all for right now! Thank you for the ask, hope you enjoyed my ramblings haha😅

-Lilly xx

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Worthy Opponent 26

All of the crucial “will you go to the ball with me?” scenes were filmed and the crew was galvanized into action. Notre Dame Les Oiseaux was about to start classes again so they couldn’t use the theater. So instead they decided to create their own ballroom on a soundstage.

The set dressers and designers went all out, taking inspiration from an actual castle ballroom and adding a few of their own touches. Blue and gold damask wallpaper decorated the walls and they recreated the look of a marble inlaid floor with vinyl laminate. Statues of Greek maidens stood in little alcoves (they were only plaster, but the audience wouldn’t be able to tell.) and genuine glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Amelie arranged for a tiny stage for a string ensemble to perform live music and a dining area with a buffet table. Mme. Jennings insisted all the chairs be covered with satin slipcovers to prevent damaging the expensive costumes.

The younger cast was very excited to be showing off their dance moves but the crew tried not to groan when they thought of all the building and painting involved. Fortunately they were able to find a discount wedding supply store that had some lovely banquet chairs and already made slipcovers. Some were blue and the rest were gold. That was once less headache, courtesy of the mayor’s daughter, who was now using her connections for good. Or at least convenience. Amelie arranged for on-set massage therapists and chiropractors to help the crew after a few incredibly long and stressful days.

The Wardrobe Department was so busy Marinette had to be excused from filming to help sew and Mme. Jennings recruited a few additional seamstresses. It was rumored she’d recruited her cousins from Scotland but the women rarely spoke so no one really knew. They worked at a furious pace and soon costumes for the principal cast and most of the secondary were done.

Everyone was tired and stressed so Amelie declared the weekend before they shot the ballroom scene to be free time and arranged for a team movie night and a takeaway dinner for everyone who wanted it. Some elected to just catch up on their sleep.

Work wasn’t quite done for Marinette, Felix and Luka. She had two costumes to finish and fit and they had to try on their costumes to see if any adjustments needed to be made.

Luka practically bounced down the hall. Marinette wanted to see him alone! Well, she wanted to see him alone to see how well his ball costume fit and whether or not she needed to make any adjustments but still, any time alone with her lately was precious and hard to find.

He told himself he wasn’t jealous of Marinette’s new friendships with the cast. Being an actress could net her some excellent contacts and he’d eat his Jagged Stone guitar pic if Mme. Amelie and Allegra didn’t contact Marinette after the movie to make dresses for them.

It was also good she got along with Allen and Claude. He loved to hear her laugh and their stories of past movie shoots and pranks they played on each other on-set made Marinette giggle and helped keep her anxiety down. Plus, Luka didn’t get the chance to play with musicians who weren’t friends or family and Allen was as talented as he was smart and good looking.

He hadn’t spent a lot of time with Chloe. She barely spoke to him although he’d caught her looking him over once or twice in appreciation. Most of what he knew about her came from what his sister had told him about and it wasn’t flattering. For the last four years she had been bullying the formerly passive Marinette and his shy sister. She’d used her father’s position as Mayor to avoid punishment. Until this year when she suddenly stopped. Perhaps she was too busy trying to survive lycee without her usual enabling teacher and an education staff who told her “Daddy” had no power over them, only the Ministry of Education.

Felix…on the other hand…well, that was complicated.

Felix’s resemblance to his cousin was eerily similar and Marinette did appear to have a type. While Luka was relatively sure she was over Adrien and moving on, he had no guarantee she would move on to him. That was…fine. He’d told her he’d be happy for her no matter who she chose. He’d meant it; he’d back off and leave her alone to make her own choices, even if the person she chose wasn’t him.

That being said, even if he accepted her decisions, he didn’t have to like or agree with them. He’d smile and congratulate her but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt. He might even be a little bit angry. He was allowed to be jealous, wasn’t he? He was allowed to be frustrated.

Luka couldn’t blame Marinette if she was attracted to Felix, looks aside. Felix was smart, charming, talented and confident. He was good-looking and aware of it, even if he didn’t exploit it. Watching the way Felix interacted with his mother and his friends, Luka felt he’d be loyal and respectful if he ever chose a romantic partner. Luka genuinely liked him and wanted to be friends, to hang out and laugh together. Maybe Felix played an instrument too. He should suggest the three of them spend more time learning about each other.

If Luka was honest with himself, he was getting sick of letting go of people he cared about with a smile and a wish for their happiness. He wanted to fight, to prove he was worthy, the better choice.

He wanted to be selfish, just once in his life. He deserved to be someone’s first choice and he wanted that someone to be Marinette.

Luka shook his head as his thoughts continued in loops: love, jealousy, longing, frustration. He couldn’t think that way, not in Paris.

He stopped outside the dressing room door that Marinette told him she’d be in. He took several deep breaths and mentally reminded himself to do some meditation and mindfulness exercises later.

*****

Luka raised his fist to the door and rapped with his knuckles. He didn’t have to wait long before hearing her call out “come in!” and he smiled before opening the door.

Chloe wasn’t sitting in the corner waiting to take pictures of him in costume and he asked Marinette why.

She just shrugged. “She said she had plans with Allen and told me she would get pictures of you in your Founders’ Ball costume when we shot the scene.”

He closed the door behind him. “So, we’re alone?”

Marinette smiled. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it? It seems all we do lately is work work work with hardly any downtime.” She sighed, sounding tired.

Luka grinned. “It’s worth it, isn’t it?”

She laughed, delighting him when her eyes brightened and cheek flushed. “Are you kidding? I’m going to be able to put ‘Costume Designer’ on my resume and I’m not even eighteen yet!”

He nodded and smiled at her. “And on your university transcripts. ESMOD would be drooling to have you after working on a Graham Films production.”

Marinette giggled and he wished they weren’t working so he could snuggle with her while they watched a movie. Or did nothing at all. Well, the money he earned on this film would keep his family literally afloat for months. The pay was leagues better than working as a delivery driver so he could afford to put some money aside for himself.

“And not only are you acting, but you’re helping create the score for a major film production,” her enthusiasm for his success was even greater than his own and he loved that about her. She grinned up at him and it was all he could do not to hug her. “Jagged Stone himself will be begging you to work with him!”

Luka chuckled at the unlikely but fun mental image of his music idol getting down on his knees and begging Luka to come work on his latest album. “Mom would love that.”

She giggled. “Oh, yeah.” She looked at him, still grinning. “It’s mind blowing that the two of them used to work together.” She frowned, thinking. “I wonder why they stopped. Creative differences?”

He remembered the way they’d argued at the docks. “With those two? Probably. But it’s just as likely if they were working with Bob Roth back then, he probably drove them apart so he could make more money promoting Jagged as a solo artist.”

“And your mom is way too independent to let someone like Bob control her,” Marinette agreed and they shared a laugh, thinking about Anarka Couffaine telling Bob exactly what she thought of his management style.

The laughter gradually died away and they were left staring awkwardly at each other.

Marinette’s eyes darted around the room, clearly looking for something else to say. “Um, yeah! Do you want to try on your ball scene costume now?”

He knew it was wrong to smile but even when she was shy and awkward she was adorable. “It’s what we’re here for.”

“I’ll go get it!”

She rushed to the storage room in the back and raced towards him holding a brown clothing bag over her head. She double-checked the outside tag with the inside tag to make sure she had the right costume and then thrust it into his hands. “Go go go! Change!”

She grabbed his waist, turned him around and all but threw him into the changing room before coming back and making sure the curtain was closed. “Come out when you’re done!”

He laughed. He loved his Ma-ma-Marinette.

*****

Luka slid the curtain back and hoped he’d put on everything correctly. “How’s this?”

“I’m sure it’ll need an adjustment here or there but for the most part it’s probably…whoa!”

Marinette nearly dropped her pincushion as she stared at him, eyes wide. “You look so good! It’s like you just walked right out of my sketch!”

He laughed and fiddled with the tie. “I don’t think I have this quite right.”

“Oh, don’t feel bad. Hardly anyone knows how to tie a tie anymore.” She crossed the room and reached for the tie, untying it as she spoke to him. “How do you like it?”

Luka allowed her to pull the tie off him, then raised and lowered his arms and let the fabric move around him. “It’s pretty stretchy and easy to move in.” He ran a hand down the front of the coat. “This isn’t leather.”

“No, it’s suede. Suede is stretchier than leather. It’ll move easier than leather during a sword duel.”

“Very smart.” He looked down at his feet. “I’m not sure dress shoes are really Watson.”

“Me either,” she didn’t look up from the tie she was trying to get out of the three knots he had somehow tied it in. “I was thinking of combat boots, not the modern kind. Mme. Jennings has some vintage that might have been her father’s. Are you still a size forty-five?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think these will still fit you. We might get them to stretch a centimeter but not as much as two.” She finally finished straightening out the tie and looped it back around his neck. “I think I remember how to do this from helping my papa. I’ll try to tie it for you but sooner or later you should learn to tie your own.” She glared up at him. “I can’t always stop to do this if you win a Cesar or a BAFTA you know.”

He smiled but she couldn’t see it. “I’ll do what I can.”

She didn’t seem to be interested in what he was saying while she re-tied the bit of silk around his neck. “I went with Victorian or Regency inspiration for most of the cast but for you I went Edwardian. Still muted colors but softer, lighter material. Not as stiff. I went with a summer wool which has more cotton but still that rough tweed look. It’s also a little stretchy because the fabric has some spandex in it.”

Luka wasn’t listening, he just let the lecture about sewing and design flow over him as he heard her talk about what she loved. Her eyes were bright and interested and her posture was confident. He let her turn him this way and that while she got his tie properly adjusted.

“I also thought a standard vest or waistcoat wouldn’t suit you or Watson so I went with an asymmetrical vest instead.”

Her small hands left his throat, which was good, because he was worried she could feel his pulse. Instead her hands skimmed over his chest and slid down his waist. He knew her touch was completely innocent but he had to close his eyes and try to meditate so he didn’t knock his hands away or worse, pull her closer and kiss her. Every time he tried to remind himself she was getting over someone and wasn’t ready for anything serious, it sounded like more and more of a lie.

Maybe she needed a rebound, someone like…Felix. He looked like Adrien sure but he would also be gone in a few months. Marinette might get hurt but hell, it would be over soon and he would be there to console-

No.

That would be cruel and manipulative, to both Felix and Marinette. He loved her and liked Felix. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship, especially if Felix could help her with her career. Felix deserved someone who wanted to be with him long term and so did Marinette.

Okay, enough. He had work to do. And was Marinette kneeling in front of him and feeling his legs?

This was his punishment for impure thoughts and nearly succumbing to temptation. Oh, and doing something pretty dirty to Felix too.

“I think your pants need to be hemmed.” She was telling him. “I almost went with white but I thought stark white would look too harsh so I went with cream.”

Really, Marinette?

“Well, they look great.” He looked into the mirror so he wouldn’t be lying.

The black, gray and cream looked fantastic, contrasting without clashing. The straight bottom of the vest betrayed the slightest hint of shirt as he moved but he couldn’t have it too tight. The fingerless gloves were very rock and roll and would help him keep a grip on his sword.

Luka glanced at his hands. “Could the gloves have some metal studs on them?”

“I don’t see why not,” she made a note on her phone and then got back on her knees. “I’m going to hem these pants. Try not to move.”

Oh, this girl was immune to irony. “I’ll do what I can.”

She slid the ankle of the pant’s leg. “How’s this?

He looked down, “how far up can you raise it?”

“About a centimeter and a half. I want the pants cuff to look right.” She adjusted the pants again. “What about now?”

He looked in the mirror. “Perfect.”

Marinette pulled some pins out of her wrist cushion and raised the hem until she was satisfied, then looked at the mirror until the hem was even all around.

Luka admired himself in the mirror again. He loved it. He’d have to be careful not to get anything on it but Mme. Jennings told him they usually had a spare, just don’t take it for granted.

He looked inside the coat and found a long inner pocket roughly the length of a sword. She really did plan for everything. That would save them from having to stop filming to grab them.

She noticed his satisfaction and grinned. “I’m pretty good, aren’t I?”

“You certainly are,” he bowed and found it very easy in his costume, “Your Highness.”

She giggled and curtsied. “Please. We’re friends.” She made an elaborate show of offering him her hand to kiss. “Princess Marinette will do.”

*****

When had he stopped?

When had he stopped thinking of Marinette Dupain-Cheng as an opponent? Worthy or otherwise, he no longer thought of her as an obstacle or an antagonist.

That was not to say he’d stopped enjoying their verbal sparring matches. She was quick-witted and easily matched his intellect, matching every barb he threw at her with an adeptness that was as impressive as it was playful.

She no longer scowled at him when he needled her and took his criticisms of her acting with good grace and used them to improve her performance without taking offense. And to his surprise, he longer wanted to offend her.

He could admit to himself (and perhaps his mother) that he didn’t like her when he first saw her. She was lovely, with beautiful blue eyes and soft pink lips. Unfortunately she had been crushing on his oblivious cousin, who at the time had been pining for a superhero. It was pathetic and sad because anyone deserved better than to be someone’s second choice.

Now Adrien was dating Kagami and she seemed good for his cousin; strong-willed and fiercely independent. She could teach him how to stand up for himself; he brought out a gentler side of the fencer. They balanced each other rather well.

And for him? Well, he wasn’t really interested in relationships or romance in general but he thought he’d be a good partner for someone like Marinette. She needed more confidence in herself and someone to teach her how to be selfish every now and then and say no. He supposed she could teach him how to better express his emotions and challenge him and bring his ego down to size when he needed it. Which, if he listened to Allen or Chloe, was often.

Then again, there was Luka.

It would be easy but cowardly to dislike Luka. He was level-headed and mature and when Felix was being difficult or demanding, the older boy would just smile knowingly at him and Felix would feel like a nursery schooler having a tantrum. And he’d be good for Marinette. He knew how to calm her through her anxiety attacks and quelled her self-doubt. He was strong enough for her to lean on and teach her how to relax; that she was good enough.

He was growing fond of both of them and that surprised and worried him.

It was easier, simpler to be alone.No one could hurt, judge, or use you. He’d been through that before and swore he’d never allow himself to be that naive or vulnerable again. Yet, now he was thinking of the Quantic Kids and even Chloe as friends he could confide in. They had fun, whether it was acting, breaking a room full of garbage or a tabletop game. It would hurt to lose them now. He could, and he would survive, but it would hurt.

He’d rather not think of what it would be like to lose Marinette either. She was sweet and bubbly and optimistic but also had a snarky side he appreciated. She wasn’t tempted or intimidated by wealth, she was good at planning and strategy. Sometimes Felix wondered what his life would have been like if he’d met her when they were both younger. They might have hated each other, or been best friends.

But when had he begun to change his mind about her?

Perhaps it was when she pinpointed Lila Rossi as the person sabotaging the film and why. She immediately began to plan and even had contingencies in case her original plan failed. He appreciated someone who could plan almost as well as himself.

Oh, she was heavily flawed as well. She was humble to the point of being self-effacing, she gave so much of herself she sometimes forgot to save something for herself. She was independent and refused to accept help from him unless absolutely necessary. He found her persistence and tenacity annoying when she turned it against him.

Marinette became hyper fixated when something interested her but it was a pain in the ass to motivate her if something didn’t appeal to her. Then he had to fall back on his old habit of annoying her until she lost her temper and did what he wanted without her realizing it. And oh, it made her even angrier when she realized she’d been had!

She didn’t take his behavior lying down. More than once he’d found himself tangled in some homemade trap she’d made and then there was the time he found everything in his office that wasn’t in the safe on the roof. Including most of the clothing he’d been wearing. While taking a nap. He never knew how she’d done it and when he demanded to know she’d just smiled and said, “That’s too easy. Where’s the fun?”

She hadn’t attended a private school and lacked a pedigree but he’d much rather have her in his life than some thoroughbred social climber. Or his superficial uncle who insisted on keeping up appearances and hiding his middle-class background. Marinette’s lack of pretense showed more integrity and, to be honest; class.

She wouldn’t be bought or sold and she wouldn’t be talked down to. She just needed a bit more self-confidence. More of a spine, but not to the extent Adrien did. She needed a bit of polish to show her for the precious pearl she was. That and someone who could protect themselves and her. Well, perhaps not protect her, probably someone to fight beside her.

Felix shook his head to clear it. He didn’t have time to muse about anyone. He still had a movie to film, a supervillain to expose, and a city to protect. His conflicting feelings could wait. He put the girl out of his brain.

He stood up and took a few deep cleansing breaths to clear his mind of wayward thoughts and focus on the scene he was about to act in. Later he would go to the Wardrobe Department to be fitted for his ball ensemble. He wondered what Marinette had designed for him…

…

Dammit.

*****

When Felix was reaching for the door it burst open and Luka nearly ran into him.

“Sorry!” Luka backed up a step and apologized. “I wasn’t paying attention, just trying to get away.”

Felix’s brow furrowed. “From who?” Was Chloe hitting on him? Was Lila? He didn’t think either of them were near the dressing rooms today.

“From a very cute girl who was running her hands all over me and kneeling in front of me-” Luka broke off and frowned. “I’m sure she was being incredibly innocent but my mind didn’t take it that way and I had to get away before I could stop myself from touching her back.”

Felix looked all over the other boy. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was a little heavier. “Why didn’t you tell her to stop?”

Luka just shrugged. “I kinda didn’t want her to.” He gave Felix a similar look; examining him without being too intrusive. “I understand if that’s not your thing but I was in a bit of a difficult situation.”

He pointed to the hallway and Felix slid away to let him by. “No judgment,” he told the other boy, “but you’ll have to understand if I think you’re missing something.”

He winked and left and Felix was just confused. He heard Marinette’s voice from deeper within the dressing room. “Felix? Is that you?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Apparently I’m here for you to put your hands all over me,” he muttered before he could stop himself.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I’m here to get my costume fitted,” he amended and she didn’t seem to hear what he said the first time.

“Okay. Come on in.”

He walked in the room and closed the door behind him.

Marinette was waiting for him, looking crisp and competent. She wore gray houndstooth dress shorts and a black turtleneck. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked professional and adorable.

Stop it.

She beamed at him. “Thank you for coming so quickly. Your costume is done but I want to make some adjustments if something is too long or too tight. And I want you to be happy with what I’ve designed for your character.”

He couldn’t help smiling just a little back. “I’m just an actor. I don’t get pissed off and moan about uncomfortable costuming. It’s not my place or right to complain.”

She gave him a flat look. “In a Graham Films Production? I’m pretty sure the co-director does have the right to speak up.”

Marinette went to the back to get him a costume to try on. After verifying the tags matched, she handed it to him.

“Hope you like it.”

Some mischievous part of him prompted him to ask. “Are you sure you shouldn’t help me change?

He thought she would get flustered. Maybe she’d be angry and yell at him. Then they would argue like their characters always did and he’d feel like everything was normal and there was no need to feel awkward.

Instead she smiled at him, lips curved. Her eyes looked him up and down, almost sultry. “My dear. You should be so lucky.”

She pushed him into the dressing room and closed the curtain.

*****

Felix was rather proud of himself for being able to tie a cravat on his first try and looked at what he could see of himself. Unfortunately the dressing room didn’t have a mirror so he would have to leave the room to see his reflection. A ploy of the Wardrobe Department, no doubt. It cut down the number of actors who damaged valuable costumes after realizing how unflattering they were. Well, he wasn’t vain. He didn’t care.

He slid back the dressing room curtain and looked at the mirror.

Okay, he did care.

The long black dress coat was a strange hybrid between a Regency and a Victorian cut and he liked it better, historical accuracy aside. The white shirt contrasted with the black and he thought the gray trousers tied them together.

He looked at the dark gold waistcoat. Another excellent choice that would bring attention to his hair color.

Running his hands over the vest he felt a side pocket. He looked from his reflection to Marinette. She looked satisfied, even pleased with herself. He liked the confident look on her face.

“It’s just big enough for a watch and chain,” he told her.

She smiled widely. “I bet you already have one.”

“Helen’s granddad. It’s supposed to go to the eldest but she’ll let me borrow it.”

She nodded. “Raise your arms. I want to see how easily you can move in it.”

He did so.

“Hold them out, shoulder height.”

He paused. “T-pose?”

“Sure.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say she enjoyed giving him orders and ask if she had any dominating tendencies. That would have been incredibly unprofessional and could have gotten him and his Mother’s production company sued.

But what if she’d said yes?

You’re an idiot, me.

Marinette watched him pose. Her teeth worried her lower lip slightly and he found himself staring at her mouth before he forced his gaze away from her face. He looked straight ahead and tried to focus on…anything else.

“So, how was filming? I’ve been in the dressing room most of the day so I don’t know how scenes I’m not in are going.”

Ah, a neutral topic, something he would be confident talking about. It would relax him. Very smart.

“First, I did a scene with Barrington and Headmaster Doyle. They were discussing security for the ball and whether or not they should hire a private company.” The company would be owned by Jayden’s relatives and he would hack the school’s mainframe to make sure they got hired instead of the school’s original security company. That would give the heroes more eyes on any suspicious people. “Then Doyle and Professor Burnham-Hui discuss old times at school and how they miss Professor Akunin.” It was a great way to humanize the adult characters and give them nuance.

“Fleshing out characters beside our mains? Awesome.” Marinette took a step towards him then hesitated. “Um, Felix? I need to check the seams and the fit. That means I need to touch you.” She clasped her hands in front of her. “I’d like permission to touch you, if that’s all right.”

Felix stiffened, but only for a moment. He knew Marinette and was confident she wouldn’t take advantage to be inappropriate. Plus, she was his friend now. To his surprise, he trusted her to be respectful.

“It’s fine,” he told her, “I trust you not to…I don’t know…throw me down and ravish me.”

He meant it as a joke and wanted to needle her but she disappointed him. All she did was give him a flat look and say, “again, you’re not that lucky.”

Marinette got closer to him and reached up, touching his neck and then hooking a finger between his skin and the cravat. “Is it too tight? Can you breathe comfortably?”

He inhaled and then exhaled to show her. “Just fine.”

She nodded and then ran her hands from his underarms down his sides. “The seams look good. Plenty of room I hope? You don’t look like you have any trouble moving.”

Her hands moved lower then stopped. She looked into his eyes and her expression looked professional. Hell, she almost looked clinical as if she was giving him a medical exam. It left him feeling oddly disappointed.

“Hey, Felix?” She frowned and the skin between her brows wrinkled. “I want to check the waistband. I’ll just pull on the belt loops, I promise.”

What was it about her that made him want to make snarky comments and purposely pick fights with her when they were alone? A small part of him was worried he was blending his character with himself, something he hadn’t done since he was a child until this part. Sure, sometimes he had trouble breaking character but that was only for an instant and never when away from set.

Perhaps there was something about Marinette.

At first he thought she was just another bubble-headed fangirl obsessed with his cousin. She might have had a little talent but not much substance. As he got to know her he became impressed by her drive and ambition, her refusal to be intimidated by him. He liked her humor and wit most of all.

She was creative and had a knack for planning. She could be insightful and had integrity and leadership abilities.

It was a shame there wasn’t another Heraldry Miraculous for her to wield. He would have named her Nimue or something similar.

He felt her hands checking the seams along his calves and then stopped at his pants cuffs. He blinked back into awareness. “So uh…how’s the fit so far?”

“I was just about to ask you. The waist feels loose without being baggy. Better than Luka’s; his seemed a little tight.”

Felix clenched his teeth to keep from laughing. Really, she was either innocent or oblivious when it came to teenage boys.

Marinette raised the fabric near his ankles and he felt her hand on his bare skin. Her touch was light and gentle, barely there and even soothing. “I think your pant hem needs to come down about a centimeter. What do you think?”

He looked down and saw what she meant. Yes, the pants were slightly too short. He wasn’t sure how that happened. “I guess you didn’t take my measurements correctly.”

She glared up at him and he felt oddly vindicated. “You really shouldn’t insult me when I have access to sharp objects,” she reminded him and made a note on her phone. “We’re done here. I’ll shut the curtain and you can change.”

She was gone before he could make another smartarse remark.

As he was changing he saw Griff looking at him from his vest pocket. He had the feeling his kwami didn’t approve of his behavior towards Marinette. It wasn’t their business.

“Really, chick? That’s no way to speak to a lady like that.”

Felix paused as he buttoned his shirt. “A lady like what? My co-star? A collaborator? An ally?”

Griff made a huffing sound. “A possible future duchess.”

Felix couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I have no plans to ever marry.”

The kwami looked alarmed. “What of the family line?”

“In vitro and a surrogate.”

Griff ruffled his feathers. He sensed something exceptional about this girl, just as he had that blue-haired rival of his. Chicks these days, still wet from the shell and thought they knew everything.

*****

After Felix had left Marinette could finally let Tikki out of her purse. “Ugh. I thought he’d never leave,” the kwami complained.

“Same,” Marinette sighed and rubbed her hands together as if to remove the sensation of Felix’s body from her fingers. “What was with all the insults? Here I am trying to be professional and he’s acting like an ass.”

“Maybe it was because you had your hands all over him and he was…uncomfortable?” Tikki nearly said “enjoying himself too much” or “flustered” but she didn’t want to risk her charge developing any feelings beyond friendship for the boy. His past behavior aside, there was something unusual about Felix she couldn’t quite put her paw on. That, and even though she once would have paired Marinette and Adrien, she now thought they were better off as partners.

Besides, there was Luka and he was clearly better for Marinette, at least for now. She could relax and be herself around him and Longg and Sass sang his praises when they weren’t fighting over who was the better kwami for the musician.

Marinette shrugged then grinned, looking a little sly. “He’s put on some muscle lately but I like Luka’s body better.”

Tikki giggled. Yes, Lukanette! “Is that why you took an extra long time checking the fit on his costume?”

The girl blushed as she thought of feeling the boy’s pulse under her fingertips and the warmth of his skin. He always smelled really good from the bay rum shaving soap his mom had gotten him for his birthday. “Maybe. What can I say? I’m a normal teenage girl.”

“You’re a pervert,” Tikki accused but without malice. Her mischievous grin ruined her attempts to scold her charge.

“Like I said. Normal teenager.”

*****

"Why am I a little spoon?" Felix asked with a pout as he was spooned by Chloe, clutching Mr. Cuddly to his chest.

The beanbag they shared was soft and plush, like those squishmallow toys Allegra loved. It was brought in by Allegra, an odd chunky lavender colored dragon plush made bean bag, with some pillows that were made of the same material but with a pink cow pattern Claude found. It would fit two comfortably, maybe three pushing it. Often, most of the Quantic Kids fought over who got the bean bag, and this time Felix and Chloe were lucky to be there the fastest. Last time Felix tried he was tackled by Claude while Allegra took the bean bag as her prize. He was so miffed he didn't heal her D&D character when they managed to play.

The lights of their chill room were dimmed, there was a tablet playing an old western film; Griff and Milvii were watching. Eyes dilated and raptured at the so-called modern knights of the Wild West as the kwami declared. To anyone watching it was as if the blondes would have undoubtedly fallen asleep watching a movie. A great cover story for any unsuspecting staff.

"You're holding Mr. Cuddly," Chloe supplied as if the most natural answer in the world.

Felix tightened his grip lightly on the teddy bear that smelled of the essential oils Chloe generously sprayed on it. It was meant to be relaxing, and the refreshing scent of mint and lavender did soothe him. The soft fur was nice under his palms and it was super cuddly as his namesake. Everything perfect for a nap, Felix still didn't sleep. His mind still raced, so much was going on that it seemed so easy to fail. Maybe he should have done paperwork as he told Luka and Marinette?

It seemed wrong somehow to take a nap, the idea of guilt had him frown and tense. To just not give 100 percent in everything. It wasn't his style, Felix was nothing if not tenacious and driven. He worked hard to fulfill his goals. He would succeed in everything. Whether it be acting, directing, or this new superhero thing. Maybe, somewhere on the bottom of the responsibility pole, he could have a social life and new friendships. The image of Marinette and Luka flashed in his mind and he felt guilty. He’d turned down a chance to nap with them in order to spend time with a neglected Chloe.

"Stop thinking, you're not being a good pillow." Chloe grumbled at his ear, tightening her hold on Felix until he whined in protest. "Naps are bandaids to the soul, or Claude claims. That means no thinking."

"I can't just turn it off, Bitchoise." Felix grumbled, a bit helpless, which had the girl sigh and move.

Felix felt a bit off kilter as he suddenly felt the loss of Chloe's body pressed against his back. It was quite sudden and he turned back looking over his shoulder to see that the girl had adjusted herself propping herself up. The strawberry cow print pillow now supported her elbow as she rested her chin on her hand.

She dragged him over and Felix went from looking over his shoulder to on his back looking at the ceiling. Felix felt his hands tighten on Mr. Cuddly defensively, keeping it close to the chest because Chloe was less likely to pinch or tickle him if he had one of her most prized possessions at hand. If the kwami noticed or not Felix was unsure. As far as he could tell, the two stayed glued to Clint Eastwood and whatever movie he was in that they watched.

"Talk it out." Chloe spoke, gesturing with her free hand that Felix should continue and do that. Talk it out, it being the closest either blonde would readily admit to feelings. Felix made a face filled with his distaste and he snarked back at her.

"I must tell Claude he's doing wonderful in your empathy program, Allen also for writing the code."

"Stop it." Chloe snarked, flicking his nose with her free hand. "No deflecting, you don't let me do it so pay up."

Felix groaned, pressing his face to the soft fur of Mr. Cuddly if only to avoid Chloe's knowing gaze. It felt ever since she was bonded with Milvii she saw everything. As if the perception of the kwami bled into the holder; which was unfair. Felix wasn't feeling particularly courageous. He was feeling so weird and confused. Oddly bereft and he wasn't sure if it was one specific thing or a combination of anything.

"I don't know what it is." He confessed. "But I feel like a rope fraying on the ends a bit."

"Hmm…" Chloe hummed thoughtfully as she took into consideration his words. "I'm going to say stuff and you'll listen."

"When you put it like that it means I won't like it." Felix groaned, sinking deeper into the bean bag.

"Don't care, stop fussing." Chloe flicked him again if only to catch his attention, and it wasn't often she could. "You're not a crocodile."

"Your observations are astounding, madam." Felix snarked, he couldn't help it. "What next? I'm not a bear?"

"You're not, maybe an English badger if we’re lucky. Sadly you're a certified bastard with pedigree to match" Chloe followed him easily. "But as I was saying, Crocodiles don't need to chew their food, they bite off and swallow; you’ve been doing that too lately, and you keep on biting off more than you can handle. You're running yourself ragged trying to do a lot and looking cool the entire time.”

“I am prepared and capable with all of my tasks. I'm Felix Graham de Vanilly, we’re very resourceful.” Felix defended himself, but the words sounded weak and hollow even to himself.

She gave him a “you’re not fooling anyone” look which reminded him of his mother. “Fe, we both know that is a lot of bs. I mean, actor and director, ok, both high intensity but in the same wheelhouse. I am willing to admit you’re very capable, resourceful and good with the networking to have brought an outstanding team to back you up. You're reminding Gabriel Agreste that he's nothing but a Boomer and you will defeat him.”

Chloe could tell she didn’t have him convinced just yet and sighed, throwing her hand in the air. “That plan is fun and isn't constant. We get our opportunities and have a field day. I mean it took you days to ride off the high you got showing his little secretary who’s boss which was very nice. The hero gig? Yeah that's taking a lot of our time, I mean--" Chloe paused to yawn as if proving her point. "We're tired, and you focus on what more you can do than learning to juggle what you got. So shut up and nap, you need beauty sleep. If only to make your personality more tolerable to the nice folk."

Felix wanted to protest. Say something, anything to prove her wrong. Sadly there wasn’t much to counter her offers. He was running himself ragged, a rope overused and beginning to fray. He didn’t like it but it was the truth. Dissatisfied with his mortal limitations which were showing up more and more since he’s been in France, Felix sighed, defeated. He needed a massage, a nap, and a nice hour or two of absolutely nothing. Now was sadly not the time, so wasting the precious minutes they all grabbed to sleep felt wrong.

“I might concede…for now, but I’m tired so let’s try to nap.” Felix spoke quickly, turning and resting his cheek on the pillow once again ignoring the satisfied smirk Chloe had as she hugged him once again. It seems the little talk worked in untangling a part of his head for now as he felt himself slipping off into slumber. The low noise of the tablet was soothing like any lullaby, the soft and plush beanbag and pillows were grand, and the weight of another person made him feel less lonely.

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Sleep, while difficult to achieve at first, was welcomed eagerly by overworked, tired heroes that basically had their lives divided by two or three different directions. Four if the overachievers were asked, which were sadly most of the heaviest hitters.

While exhausted teens took the fleeting moments to nap with relish; momentarily disconnecting from all responsibilities in their dreams, relaxed and deep in slumber, somewhere in Paris a certain man was making plans to ultimately disrupt momentary serenity. He didn't know that the outcome of this particular plan would backfire spectacularly on his face. With this instance he will gain even more enemies. Not that they knew about it, but this is how it happened.

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Hidden from the prying eyes of Paris there was a man. Sunlight shone through an ornate window illuminating the room. Butterflies began to flutter about as it has happened every time he stepped in with ill intent. Hawkmoth thought it was time for a new plot to enact his schemes. Take the miracle jewels of Paris's favorite crime fighting duo and do with it his ultimate evil plan.

"A new day, a new opportunity." Hawkmoth spoke to his butterflies. “Let’s go find one, shall we?”

Hawkmoth tapped into the intrinsic value of the butterfly. Yet for transformation there needed to be a catalyst. Caterpillars had a catalyst that encouraged them to transform and with the miraculous Hawkmoth could manipulate humans to do the same. Yet it was difficult if the circumstances weren't in his favor. 'Twas a delicate balance that Hawkmoth employed, finding the best scenarios to awaken.

He focused and felt himself connect. A network of all living beings lighting up like a map in his mind. Pulsating and illuminated with the colors of emotion. It always felt overwhelming when he stretched his consciousness so far, so he began to refine it. Remove his connection from plants and animals, while they could be good for distractions it wasn't his intent at this time.

Now Hawkmoth looked at the silken strands of so many potential akuma. Eager to see one who was ready for a little nudge to become a beautiful and terrifying butterfly. Colors sparked in his mind's eye, the network pulsing akin to a heartbeat and in an array of colors. He looked out for specific feelings. Anger, sadness, heartbreak, righteous fury, hatred; anything that would birth a worthy Akuma to further his goal.

Oh, longing. The emotion enticed the villain from where he stood and he delved deeper. Ignoring most of the city until the faintest tendrils of his power connected him to the emotion that piqued his interest.

Looking at that sad graying red of a once vibrant love. A young teenage girl was in love. Aren't they always? She was in love with a classmate who didn't know her, one-sided love at that.

Hawkmoth focused on sending his consciousness further into seeing the reasoning behind the emotions. Memories filtered through his mind.

The young girl was in love with this boy since they were young children. For so long she had been in a friend group and she helplessly pined because she had no courage. She was working hard on building her confidence, experimenting with make up and fashion. Joining the same music club, working hard to learn her instrument so she could spend time with him.

The girl was sincere and tried so hard. She even worked a part time job to buy him a present on becoming the first chair in their club. She had just bought the present and was heading home when she saw something. It was the boy, looking shy and sweet. Laughing with a pretty girl both holding hands when a breeze dropped some leaves onto their hair and taking the opportunity of 'removing the leaf' from each other's hair they stole a kiss. It was romantic and beautiful, a young love’s date and the girl felt despair.

Prodding further it seems that the other girl knew of her feelings, and assured him that she would support her. What betrayal! Such longing! The girl believed if she had the chance, if he would give her a chance, she would prove how much better she was. Hawkmoth couldn't really resist. One of his little purple butterflies fluttered down on her and landed on something starting a direct connection between the two.

"Cry not, sweet child." Hawkmoth crooned, his voice soft and delicate to not startle the girl. He imagined a younger Emilie crying and the tenderness was easy to convey. "Your tears are precious."

"Wh--who's there?" The girl gasped looking around for the origin of his voice. She was in her room, she had run home and was crying on her bed. The opened window showed a beautiful parisian scene but no one there to speak to her.

"I am a friend, and one who's seen your plight." Hawkmoth spoke in the form of a greeting. "I saw the depths of your pure love and the pain of your betrayal. It is so awful that a friend would betray us that way."

"Marie isn't my friend;" The girl spat hotly standing up in fury, the pulse of anger was a wonderful spark. She would be a good akuma. "Or else, she isn't anymore, maybe she was never a friend to begin with." The girl muttered deflated staring at a picture framed on her wall. Of her and that so-called friend Marie, they looked happy. The girl was sad all over again. The ember of her anger was extinguishing, and Hawkmoth couldn't have that.

"Of that I am sorry, child." Hawkmoth soothed, softening the girl's sadness with his limited power connected to this temporary champion, and subtly fanning her anger. "I know not who to pity more. You for the betrayal of a so-called friend, or for poor Laurent. He's innocent and being manipulated by Marie. If she couldn't be a friend to you, obviously she cannot be left with Laurent's heart. She will destroy him."

The honeyed words once spoken, seemed to plant themselves deep into the girl. Flashes of emotions pulsated. Shock, pity, love, betrayal, sadness…all culminating in one perfect emotion. Rage so potent that the light seemed blinding in their connection. Hawkmoth couldn't help the smile, he has her where he wants her.

"We have to save Laurent." Hawkmoth spoke urgently, keeping his kind facade.

"We do, I have to. How didn't I think of this before? Oh mon dieu." The girl gasped, pressing a fist to her chest.

"I can't do much by myself; but together we can save Laurent." Hawkmoth proposed. "All I ask is that you also help me; you see some people betrayed me too. They stole something important and everyone praises the thieves. I so do want the miraculous back."

"Of course!" The girl agreed, not noticing how she began to change. Where there was once a sad teenage girl, was the new dark champion of the villain; with a new mission.

"Let's help Laurent, Miss Cupid." The hopeful voice of Hawkmoth whispered with a far more sinister edge. Yet Miss Cupid did not notice the exhilarating feeling of power coursing through her drowned out things she should have noticed.

"Yes Hawkmoth, and don't worry I'll help you, too. The miraculous will be returned." Miss Cupid agreed as she took off.

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Forty-five minutes.

Only forty-five minutes have passed.

FORTY.

FIVE.

MINUTES?!

Three quarters to an hour, fifteen minutes away from a glorious 60 minutes. The universe couldn’t even try to give them the full 60 minutes of extra sleep until all hell broke loose. The sick bastard who was responsible: Hawk Moth. The reason? He just had to create a new akuma. The siren and semi-distant screams filled the questions that filled Felix as he awoke with a start.

Insult to injury was the guitar riff that was Claude’s ringtone in Felix’s ear as he picked up the call.

"LARP." The singular word was code to the group. That they would go and transform, fighting the akuma. It was the first time the code was used, and for it to be Claude was alarming. His tone held no room for argument. It was less of a suggestion, or a question. No, Claude was transforming and was simply telling Felix, as Felix was the leader of the Knights.

"Claude," Felix sighed, understanding his friend was mad. Secretly relieved it wasn't his fault, or any staff's. He wouldn't need to plan contingencies. "We agreed not to involve ourselves with pest control."

"Sorry, Boss," Claude didn't sound sorry at all. "Taking a part time job."

"Not alone," Felix was quick to remark.

"Lady-love is talking to the big guy." Claude explained, he had Allegra talk to Allen. No doubt repeating the same code to Allen.

"What does the heart say?' Felix asked, trying to reign them in.

"Giving understanding support."

Shite.

"Griff, are we cleared to Larp?" Felix asked, noticing that Chloe had jumped into motion. The lethargy of sleep clung like a stubborn lover, but she was moving. She had been feeding both Milvii and Griff, and was grabbing a snack bag for both kwami.

"Not up to the best circumstances." Griff spoke up before turning to Milvii.

"You'll do, Percival has already been awakened." Milvii nodded.

"At least we're taking a back seat." Felix proposed as a compromise, they needed to sneak out of here also. "Stay low, don't be seen if you can help it."

“Nah boss, we’re out for blood.”

Click.

“Bitchoise, we’re fighting an akuma.” Felix spoke a bit absently trying to wake up.

"Already texted your mom, and I memorized possible escape routes D-Marinette gave dealing with our other problem. Ready when you are." Chloe chirped.

Once again Felix wondered what he did to piss off the universe this time.

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The Akuma Alarm blasted loudly, waking two other teens who scrambled. Both needed secrecy to go and help the city. Luka made a quick lie about helping secure the music equipment because Allen was working mostly alone. Marinette agreed and saw as the boy sped off vaguely running to the music room. She opened the window of her trailer as it faced a rarely traveled path and looked at her kwami.

"It feels mean, having Luka run away to transform." Marinette mumbled.

"Well the Guardian did say that your identities couldn't be exposed." Tikki reminded her holder, not really sure if it should even stay true now after everything. "It's for your safety."

Her little bug was running ragged, a friend who knew what she was going through would have been so helpful. It wasn't as noticeable because the make up team was doing wonders making her not look as tired as Marinette was, and the concealer did a great help on covering the shadows that had been steadily growing. Tikki knew that Marinette was enjoying herself, the designing was fun and it was a breath of fresh air to see creativity in motion.

The acting, while a hurdle at first, was growing on Marinette and Tikki was sure that part of it was how she interacted with everyone, especially Luka and Felix. With Felix Marinette was confident, like Ladybug but without the burden of responsibility. With Luka she was grounded and at peace. Which meant that when she had to stand as the leader and guardian of the miraculous alone, it was harder for Tikki to stomach. The Guardians were a network back in the temple and not one person held all the burden, not even the Grand Guardian. For such responsibility on her young holder, Tikki felt bubbling questions pop in her mind. Maybe it was time for a change, for all their sakes.

At least we have Luka helping out as a hero again, and Miss Kagami. I hope it helps remove her burdens. Tikki thought while she looked at her holder. The teen was psyching herself up and looked so alone and tired.

"Tikki, spots on." Marinette spoke the words, losing her usual youthful enthusiasm. She appeared more battle worn and tired, a general rejoining a never ending fight. Scarlet light wrapped around her body and no longer was the girl Marinette standing there. Now she was Ladybug, hero and protector of Paris.

#felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #chloe bourgeois #quantic kids #original characters #worthy opponent au

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Crimes Of Passion | Part 2

Pairings: Finan x OFC & Sihtric x OFC

Summary: Runa and Sihtric spend a night at The Beamfleot hotel, they see an unexpected visitor and overhear a worrying plan.

Wordcount: 4.4k

Part 1 | Other works

Warnings: MDNI18+ NSFW content below the cut. Consumption of alcohol and smoking, Gambling, Oral (f receiving) Unprotected PinV. If I've missed anything please let me know!

For a Friday afternoon it was quiet inside Bebbanburg’s Beacon except for a few locals and a couple of crew members that practically lived there. A dark wooden bar lined the entire back wall opposite large rectangular alcoves that housed snooker tables and seating, the high ceilings lined with dark exposed beams were surprisingly warm and welcoming with old whiskey and ale barrels decorating the walls. Sihtric was playing snooker with Osferth and Rypere, Uhtred was sat behind the bar watching their regular barmaid Eadith have an animated conversation with Finan and Clapa when Runa walked through the door carrying a black leather travel bag.

“Runa.” Uhtred greeted, Sihtric’s eyebrow quirked ever so slightly at her appearance as he chalked his que, a black pencil skirt clung to her legs in a tantalizing embrace with a peplum jacket cinching her waist and matching gloves covering her tattooed hands, her usual loose waves worn in curls.

“Uhtred and co.” She warmly addressed the bar glancing to her side to find Finan straddling a stool leaning sideways against the bar with his eyes raking over her, they hadn’t spoken or seen each other since their tryst, the barmaid also looked over Runa with a miniscule frown and she didn’t miss it.

“Are you ready?” Uhtred questioned his distant cousin, somewhat apprehensive of her involvement with this particular job.

“Why do you think I’m dressed like this?” Runa quipped looking to her left and offering Sihtric a small smile when she found his eyes were already on her. She wasn’t one to shy away from dresses for nights at the club but she preferred the comfort of her trouser suits, they didn’t require ridiculous undergarments to achieve the cinched look that was currently all the rage.

“Remember, you are only there to watch.” Uhtred clarified her role

“Yes, yes I know.”

“And what will you do if someone isn’t being a gentleman?”

“Let Sihtric handle it.” His lips quirked hearing her statement, this night might be harder than he first thought if she wasn’t used to letting other people handle situations for her.

“What if it’s Sihtric not being a gentleman?” Finan joked looking between Runa and Uhtred, he was a little jealous of the younger man who was like a brother spending one on one time with Runa but he would never voice that, he hadn’t even told anyone what had happened the other night.

“I’ll have his balls.” She teased getting a chorus of laughter from the group

“That won’t be necessary, I know how to keep my hands to myself.” Sihtric bantered giving Finan a pointed look as he walked over with his blazer slung over his shoulder, Eadith’s eyes flicked between Finan as he shifted in his seat and Runa who didn’t react at the comment furrowing her brow slightly deciding to turn away and busy herself cleaning glasses.

“Let’s go, I have to get my bag then we can check in.” Sihtric took Runa’s bag from her and carried it with him towards the door directing her to follow.

Runa stayed sat in the passenger seat parked in the courtyard of Sihtric’s apartment block watching him take two steps at a time up to the third floor and made a mental note of his door number. She wasn’t kept waiting long as he returned carrying his own holdall in a different outfit, swapping his black fitted trousers for looser grey tweed ones and a boxy black shirt with the crisply ironed sleeves stopping just above the elbow.

“What?” Sihtric adjusted himself in the drivers seat feeling her eyes on him

“You look nice” She shrugged with a small smile directing her gaze to the front windshield.

Driving through the busy city Runa opened the glove compartment humming in approval at finding a carton of cigarettes with a lighter, she had left hers in the bag now tucked away in the boot. Lighting one up she handed it over to Sihtric and he accepted with a light nod and she lit another for herself.

“You sure you’re going to be alright following my lead here?” He asked keeping his eyes on the traffic light they stopped at, he’d overheard Uhtred on the phone to Ragnar that morning worrying about her impulsive behaviours and unpredictable temper.

“Yes, play the soft girlfriend and watch in case you miss something”

“I won’t miss anything.” He boasted with a chuckle, and rightly so stealth and subtlety is what he excelled at. He saw more than most did including whatever was happening between Runa and Finan.

“Either way, that’s what I will be doing. Following you around like a little lovesick lamb”

After battling the hectic traffic and parking up at the casino Sihtric took both bags from the boot refusing to let Runa carry her own and took her gloved hand in his guiding them through the cars. Runa bit back at her smile surprised at how relaxed he was slipping into the role of a caring boyfriend so quickly, he even slowed his pace as they climbed the stairs to the entrance allowing her to take her time with her heels and restricting pencil skirt.

The main lobby had its original 1910’s décor of signature art nouveau still in place, Runa ran her finger along the curving elaborate lines of the reception desk admiring the stained glass ceiling painting the walls and white marbled tiles in various hues of pinks and greens with Sihtric’s arm around her shoulder as he spoke to the attendant.

Locating their room on the third floor Runa was surprised at how luxurious it looked, the king sized bed draped in deep blue bedding sat nestled in a curved alcove opposite a large floor to ceiling oval mirror breaking up the steel blue wallpaper adorned with golden flowers.

“Ooooh.” Runa sang kicking her shoes off heading towards the mini bar she spotted on a brass table next to a door leading to the bathroom, removing the stopper to the crystal whiskey decanter she peeked around the door frame.

Curiosity getting the better of him Sihtric came to her side also looking through the door, he tried to pay attention to the free standing bathtub and intricate design of the marbled sink but it was the first time he’d seen Runa shoeless. She was no longer eye level with him, the top of her head just about reached the tip of his nose and he was unsure as to why this shocked him.

“Don’t drink too many of these, we have work to do.” He spoke plucking the glass from her hand taking it for himself, Runa swatted his arm lightly and poured another.

As the afternoon slipped into early evening Sihtric was led back half way on the bed, his feet planted firmly on the carpeted floor when the sound of Runa humming along to ‘you belong to me’ playing on the radio drew his attention to her. She was sat at a small vanity table removing her dress jacket and throwing it over the back of her chair revealing a black strapless corselet.

He watched her seamlessly apply black liner to the top lid of her eyes framing them nicely followed by a dramatic amount of mascara and she stared at the tube of lipstick she had placed on the table, visibly questioning if she should wear it or not. Runa let out a small huff putting it away in her make up bag and disappeared into the bathroom with her leather holdall.

Sihtric took the moment to swap out his black shirt for a white long sleeved cotton one, he was half way through the buttons when the bathroom door reopened.

“Can you get my zip?” Runa asked meeting him half way in the room turning away from him. Wetting his lip Sihtric delicately inched the zip from the small of her back to the middle of her shoulder blades watching the slight shift of her muscles.

“Thank you.” She smoothed her hands across her chest and checked over the black off the shoulder dress with its full skirt in the mirror, her eyes bouncing between his exposed pecs and fixing her copper hair. She smirked when his hazel eyes locked onto hers in the mirror feeling no shame at being clocked admiring him.

“Behave yourself.” Sihtric teased tucking in his shirt and sorting out his tie, it wasn’t a comment just for her but also himself.

“Yes sir.” She giggled slipping back into her heels and putting her cigarettes into a clutch bag along with bank notes to swap for chips.

The pair stood in silence inside the white and gold elevator flashing side glances to one another, seeing them getting closer to the ground floor Sihtric took hold of Runa’s hand lightly tapping his thumb off her skin signalling they were now in work mode.

Walking back through the main lobby and into the casino itself Runa found herself disappointed, it wasn’t part of the original structure and was decorated with the harsher dark straight lines of art deco which was a stark contrast to the flowing light elegance of the hotel.

Making their way through the gamblers and clouds of cigar smoke mixing in with cheap aftershaves to the bar Sihtric ordered the drinks, Runa tried her best not to turn her nose up the champagne glass slid her way, leaning closer with his lips to her temple he whispered

“So you behave yourself.” He needed her to be as sober as possible in case anything happened and they needed to think before reacting.

She bit her lip accepting the drink wondering who had told him she wasn’t a fan of the expensive bubbles that left an undesirable after taste. Angling closer into him appearing to be enjoying his touch to anyone watching she looked across the different tables set up for roulette, black jack, and craps and her eyes fell on a table towards the very back of the room.

“We need to stay away from the blackjack tables. Aethelwold is here, with a Baron.” Runa whispered turning to sip at her drink. Sihtric understood her concern of Aethelwold being around because he could identify both of them if he wanted revenge for how he’d been treated last week but a Baron meant nothing to him.

“The Baron part is bad because?” He quietly responded guiding her away from the bar with his hand on the small of her back

“Aethelred holds a seat in parliament, not a very important one right now but he’s wanting to become a fully fledged MP.”

“You follow politics?” A smile played on his mouth, most people in their business knew a little about the laws and who made the decisions in government but not the up and coming ministers.

“Loosely. Word is he’s engaged to the secretary of states daughter.” She let him carry on guiding them towards a roulette table with a view of Aethelwold’s spot

“Shit. Alfred.”

“Exactly. What is the soon to be son in law of the secretary of state doing gambling at a casino run by gangsters?” He furrowed his brows positioning her to stand in front of him at the table. Alfred knew bribes were being accepted by the local police force and he had been trying to crack down on it, but his nephews habit of illegal gambling risked tarnishing his name and hopes of running for party leader to become prime minister so he had paid off Aethelwold’s debts a few times and turned a blind eye to the bribes.

Sihtric watched the distant table taking notice of the men that joined the blackjack table, one was a short stocky man with long blonde hair twisted away from his face with dreadlocks and a beard, the other was taller with dark braided hair shaved on both sides exposing a tattoo on his scalp his beard separated by beads.

Runa was on her third round of bets when the taller dark hair man stood up and his voice boomed across the room.

“Erik! My brother! Come, join us.” A tall blond with a similar cut to his brother but one singular bead in his beard approached them with a warm smile taking a seat next to a nervous looking Aethelwold. That was the moment they were able to identify Erik and Sigefrid.

As the night got later Sihtric had noticed a few men walking through the room taking payments and handing out what looked like raffle stubs, brushing his lips back to Runa’s temple he told her he’d be back in a moment leaving her sat alone. She finished off her champagne and made another bet on odds and lost, with a huff she watched as the table was cleared for a new round and the short stocky blonde from across the room sat besides her with Aethelwold in tow.

Keeping her calm she produced a cigarette from her clutch muttering shit to herself realising she’d left her lighter behind.

“Do I know you?” The nameless man asked with a smirk and squinted eyes holding a lit match out for her.

“I don’t believe you do.” She smiled innocently placing the smoke to her mouth and leaning into the flame

“She reminds me of Rita Hayworth.” Aethelwold spoke up staring her down with an empty smile and she ignored him to avoid giving away that they knew each other

“That must be it.” The blonde mused looking her over, she felt relieved exhaling a cloud seeing a fresh glass of champagne placed in front of her and feeling Sihtric’s now known touch on her back. “Ah, is this the boyfriend?” He asked further looking between Runa and Sihtric

“It is, and you are?” Sihtric answered calmly lightly tracing a circle on Runa’s back with his fingers, a small silent ‘well done’ for keep calm.

“Haesten, I work here and look after the guests. You two enjoy your evening.” Haesten offered a smile and walked away from the table with a smug looking Aethelwold in tow.

“Hear anything interesting at the bar?” She quietly asked Sihtric placing another bet down on evens this time

“Mhm, those stubs” He answered with a small nod in the direction of two men holding them and took the cigarette out of Runa’s grasps taking a drag “Are entry for a fight they will be holding downstairs.” He exhaled the smoke through his nose putting the tip back to her lips.

She smiled around the cigarette admiring how the lights enhanced the mixture of brown, gold and green hues making up the hazel colour of his eyes.

“How do we get some?” She sighed hearing the number the ball landed on loosing another bet

“We don’t, you have to be a regular for them to approach. Even if I had you sweet talk one it won’t work.” He answered looking to her chip pile, she hadn’t won once

“You’re a terrible gambler. Want to see where some of these corridors go?” He asked meeting her ocean blue glaze, she nodded leaving her drink behind not caring for it.

Heading down a hallway full of wide doors leading to other rooms Sihtric held Runa’s hand to keep up the appearance of a couple just looking for their room after a night of champagne and roulette, they didn’t know what they were searching for but all of the doors they had tried were locked. They knew they were on a floor they shouldn’t be because the doors were all further apart signalling it was the large suits or possibly offices, they heard voices coming towards them from around the corner and Sihtric immediately recognised it as Sigefrid’s.

“We need to make sure they aren’t still paying him for protection, do what you need to make sure those payments come to us Dagfin.”

“And if Uhtred shows up?”

“Handle him however you like. If we take him out it will be easier to move on Ragnar’s turf, do you have any idea how much money that club makes alone? Easily two grand a week, with all those businesses combined we will be running this city.” Sigefrid laughed getting closer to the pair, Runa stiffened up next to Sihtric and looked around at possible options for an escape, anger growing inside both of them at what they had heard.

Knowing they didn’t have enough time to leave without being seen Sihtric turned towards Runa slipping his other hand into her hair and bringing his lips to hers in a kiss and she quietly hummed into him as he stepped her back in to the wall as she tangled her hands into the collar of his shirt and suit jacket just in time to not be caught listening in.

Sigefrid walked past talking to Dagfin letting out a slight chuckle at the sight and paying them no further attention. Sihtric knew they should of stopped hearing the voices disappear completely but he felt the way Runa had melted into him deepening the kiss herself and as he reached a hand around her waist he licked the edge of her lip asking for entry and she gave it freely.

Exploring each others mouths with wandering hands he sighed into the taste of her, the crisp fruitfulness of champagne mixing with the warmth of his spiced whiskey. Runa broke away with a hitched breath pushing him back gently with a closed fist against his chest and a rosy pink hue heating her cheeks. He fixed his dishevelled jacket and shirt collar with a small smirk retaking her hand directing them back to their room in a palpable silence that spoke loudly of their initial attraction making itself known.

Sihtric pushed the door closed behind them as Runa walked through the bedroom kicking off her shoes as she went, he unlaced his shoes at the door and shrugged out of his jacket watching her trying to reach for her zip and pour a drink at the same time. Looking at the bed he couldn’t push away the thought of letting himself indulge in her just for tonight, it was unlikely an opportunity like this would come up for them again. She hadn’t mentioned Finan once and she wasn’t his woman, the only thing that could come from this was her rejecting Sihtric.

With a soft sigh he approached replacing her hand on the back of her dress with his and unzipped it, she placed the whiskey glass on the table and slipped the sleeves down her arms letting the fabric pool at her feet. Turning to meet his gaze she gently loosened his tie and discarded it on the floor with her dress as his eyes freely roamed over the thin black corselet and girdle covering her form.

She smirked and walked away disappearing into the bathroom leaving him stood there, Runa was careful removing and folding the delicate material putting it away in her travel bag and pulling a thin strapped nightgown over her head. Re-emerging she found Sihtric already in bed laying on his back looking at the ceiling, instead of walking around to the other side she clambered over him pulling back the duvet catching a glimpse of his near naked body and settling besides him.

Without a word he turned off the bedside lamp plunging them into momentary darkness as their eyes adjusted to the singular stream of light coming from the street breaking through a gap in the curtains.

“Gå i seng” Go to sleep. Sihtric spoke out quietly feeling her eyes on him yet again even though he knew sleep wouldn’t be coming to him anytime soon.

“Kys mig.” Kiss me. Runa whispered turning to face him, she wasn’t sure what response she expected and gasped as he turned into her instantly pressing his lips to hers like he’d just been waiting for her to ask.

His hand dragged from her waist down to her knee and back up underneath the nightgown hiking it up as he went leaning into her to lay on her back. She sighed into him parting her thighs as her fingers traced the contours of his chiselled torso, he trailed his mouth down her throat and across her collarbones nipping gently as his hand came to the apex of her thighs humming in approval discovering her cunt was bare and already wet.

Runa pulled her nightgown up her body and over her head growing sick of not feeling his skin on hers, falling back as Sihtric’s fingers swiped up through her folds gathering slick catching her clit making her hips cant at the motion. Wasting no time his hot mouth continued to trail down her now naked body slipping a digit into her wet core quickly followed by a second, she moaned out stretching around his fingers burying a hand into his hair.

She gasped out into the room once more as the tip of his tongue flicked through her folds and placed a gentle kiss to her clit before he circled it with his tongue applying more pressure and slightly hooking his fingers inside her brushing up at the soft spot that had her grinding her hips into him and he moaned into her sending vibrations through to her core. Sihtric was revelling in her taste and feel of her walls already clenching arounds his fingers, She couldn’t fight against the band growing tighter and tighter deep within threatening to snap any longer as he relentlessly sucked on her sensitive nub increasing the speed of his fingers pumping inside her.

Her grip in Sihtric’s hair tightened and he groaned at her roughness holding him closer against her as her back arched away from the soft mattress with broken moans and gasps sounding out in to the quiet room as her climax peaked. She was lost in her state of ecstasy as Sihtric trailed his mouth up her toned stomach over her navel and cleavage removing his fingers from her dripping pussy sliding his thick cock in her still spasming walls to the hilt in one swift movement.

She whined out feeling him bottom out in her, his hot breath fanning across her cheek as he tugged at her jaw bringing her mouth to his and instantly licking into her giving them a moment to adjust to her walls stretching around his length hitting the deepest parts of her cunt. Her hands dragged down his shoulders feeling him starting to move with slow deep movements, barely pulling out of her just rolling into her deeper and deeper bumping off her clit with each roll.

Soft sweet gasps and moans fell from her lips into his mouth as she let herself drown in the taste of him and his lingering tobacco, woody spices and her all mixed together, her head was void of everything but pleasure and Sihtric Sihtric Sihtric. He carried on rutting into her with his gentle rhythm when her nails bit into his skin and she arched up into him pushing her head further down into the soft pillow as the second hit of bliss washed over her.

He groaned burying his face into her neck and started to snap his hips into hers at a brutal pace his hands grabbing at the plush of her arse for purchase now chasing his own high, her hands flew up above her head pressed flat against the headboard screwing her eyes shut at the over stimulation letting him use her as he needed. Feeling the stutter and break of his movements she opened her eyes just in time to watch his face twist in pleasure in the near dark room as he moaned holding her tighter in a bruising grip filling her with his hot release.

Runa’s chest was still heaving trying to catch her breath when Sihtric placed a soft kiss to her lips nudging her nose with his before rolling away onto his back and she buried the thought that she missed the warmth and touch of his skin instantly.

The spark of his lighter had her turn and lay on her side watching the orange glow from the burning tobacco light up the lines of his cheekbone and jaw, she focused on his tongue run along his kiss swollen lips and take a deep drag. Reaching out Runa stole the smoke from between his fingers and he looked to her out the corner of his eyes, the side of his mouth quirking up seeing the smudged and streaked make up on her face.

Handing back the cigarette she shifted onto her back again staring at the ceiling pushing away the thought that maybe what had just happened shouldn’t of, she didn’t feel guilty, she knows Sihtric was probably aware of her involvement with Finan. What would bother her is if it affected their bond, in their profession disloyalty was common so to find genuine trust and commitment within it was something that should be held onto and not thrown away for a piece of skirt.

“We should skip the breakfast buffet in the morning and head straight back.” Runa spoke lowly, she didn’t think Aethelwold had said anything about their presence to the brothers yet otherwise they wouldn’t be led in bed

“I agree, I wasn’t expecting to see Aethelwold.” Sihtric had the same thoughts, if the brothers knew they had Ragnar’s cousin in their hotel she would be used as leverage in an instant

“Mm. I don’t know how Ragnar is going to handle this” Her cousin had taken a step back from violence, Runa and Cnut had been handling the more unsavoury parts for him as he liked the comfort of being a club owner these days

“Those logistics aren’t for us to worry about, we just do as we’re told” Sihtric commented stubbing out the cigarette into a glass ashtray on the bedside table

“We should probably get some sleep” Runa breathed a laugh shifting under the duvet, it had been a while since she’d shared her space with a man like this choosing to keep as much as distance as she can and enjoying the odd bit of intimacy here and there that was easy to walk away from

“I’m not done with you yet woman.” Sihtric pushed the duvet back climbing into Runa’s space once more brushing her now messy curls away from her face

“No?” She giggled putting her arms around his neck as he settled on top of her

“No.” He smiled teasing his lips over hers

End Notes: head empty :) (Also i'm just posting these chapters as I have them ready, a schedule doesn't exist in my world.)

Taglist: @arcielee @finanmoghra @emilyhufflepufftlk @deandoesthingstome .

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Reprisal | Chapter Eight

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!

He despises how peaceful she looks sprawled out beside him, dark brown hair spilling against the fibers of the floral patterned rug as he sits up against the couch beside her, trying to get his bearings.

Livia’s gone, and though she claimed it was only for a few days, he has a feeling it will be indefinitely, which leaves him to his own devices…

He could be cruel, have her things packed and sent off to her mother’s estate along with a filing of a dissolution.

Even so, what grounds would he have to file on?

She didn’t support him when he and his partner accomplished a rather impressive feat? She was jealous? Petty? Ill-spirited?

No one would look at those reasons on paper and agree to grant an official separation — and Livia would never sign to finalize it, anyhow.

The sleeping woman next to him stirs, a soft, sleepy groan leaving her as she stretches out under the throw and settles one more.

He can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.

As far as he could tell, she and Dyess were acting as they had been their entire marriage.

In love and proud.

Despite how they acted at their own anniversary dinner, and what Tawny had informed him about her relationship with Dyess.

He thinks back to everyone’s reaction to her successful case review, how Dyess had showered her in praise and affection, though he appeared to have wanted to murder her only moments before in the Gallery…it wasn’t that Dyess Crane was good at lying, it’s that Tawny was too naive to believe a man that’s supposed to love her, wouldn’t ever screw her over the way he had been doing — which surprised Snow, to say the least.

She was a Gaul long before she became a Crane.

Like him, she’d practically been bred to exceed all expectations, hardwired into her DNA to win no matter who she has to cut down to do so.

Yet, she’d spent her entire career slowing down so her lesser husband could catch up, even helping him catch up in the process.

And now he was ahead of her, not by much since her case review, but by enough to make Coriolanus’ skin grow hot and irritable, wanting to expose Crane to Tawny as soon as he possibly can.

She shifts again, this time to her stomach, cheek resting against the back of her hand.

He can see the swell of her breast from under her arm, the small sliver of exposed skin showing a small portion that’s bruised. Snow grins to himself, remembering biting into her, hearing her nearly scream, legs wrapping around him to pull him closer to her…he’s amused by how she’ll explain the bruising to her husband.

It’s now that he shifts as well, hovering over her before pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder blade.

Tawny’s already whimpering, face scrunching just lightly as she shakes her head.

“I’m too sore.” She hoarses out despite the small sigh she releases at the feeling of being trapped under him, again.

“Too sore?” He asks, a pathetic, “mmhm,” leaving her in a reply.

He wants to laugh.

It was her who had begged him “ harder .”

“I'll be gentle .” It’s a blatant lie that falls like honey from his lips and she knows it, his hands grabbing at the throw and pulling it down to expose the red hue of her ass, made that way by his hands marking it up whilst fucking into her harshly.

“Please, Coriolanus, be gentle.” She whispers out, his hand smoothing over her still stinging flesh before she’s arching up into him, allowing him to reach further down and touch at her swollen folds.

It’s a slow, soft touch of his finger tips against her clit, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as she moves against his hand, chasing the pleasure.

“I told you . . . ” His lips brush against her ear, “ . . . Gentle .”

She nearly lunges forward when he plunges two fingers into her, a shrilled, “ Ah !” leaving her before he’s grabbing her hair with his other hand, holding her still.

His fingers immediately go where he knows she craves them the most, her nails clawing into the rug under them, trying to crawl away.

The hand in her hair reaches down and grasps at her throat, pulling her back flush against his chest, continuing the brutal actions of his fingers in her, soaked with her already, her walls milking at his digits despite her silent tears.

Her hands grab at the hand around her throat for some sort of leverage, her head resting against him as she relaxes, eyes rolling back as the soreness dulls, the pain as addictive as the pleasure it’s wrapped in.

“Coriolanus,” She rasps out, one hand reaching behind her to palm at his cock.

His own eyes close, brows pinching together for a moment.

“I want to taste you.” Her voice is sweet, needy.

His grip on her neck tightens, her chest heaving to catch her breath before he’s releasing her, pushing her off of him, yanking his fingers from her.

He gets to his feet, grasping his cock, fisting it a few times as she gets to her knees, desperate, with her mouth open.

Coriolanus has to take a mental picture, her doe eyes, her full lips, tear stained cheeks, sweat-slickened skin, soaked cunt that’s dripping onto the rug under her.

He’ll have to have it cleaned before Livia returns home.

His head falls back, soft skin of her palm running up his abdomen as her other hand replaces his, her tongue circling around his tip, humming at the taste of his precum across her tongue.

Very few things leave him speechless, or stumbling, but she makes his head foggy with her skill, taking him down her throat repeatedly, hollowed cheeks and bobbing head.

His own heart hammers in his chest, hard to catch his breath, her nails of one hand clawing at him while the other hand works with her mouth, jerking him off as she takes in a deep breath before spitting on him.

She’s rewarded by him biting back a groan, “ fuck ,” falling from his mouth.

Once more, she flicks her tongue, drinking in the sight of the man standing tall above her, his hands threading through her hair while her hand leaves his abdomen and falls between her legs.

He watches as she touches herself, gagging around him, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her hips roll into her own hand, the glint of her wedding ring sparkling.

This is what he wishes he could show her husband.

Coriolanus grits his teeth, the coil in him growing tighter and tighter, his mouth nearly open in a pant, a slew of curses tumbling from his lips at the feeling of her tongue on his balls before tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock.

She whimpers, confirming that she dug into that delicious spot that makes her eyes nearly roll back, bare chest heaving as she stares up at him, on the brink of cumming and struggling to stay focused on him

“Not yet,” he tells her, pulling himself from her mouth, gasps and immediately moves her hand along his shaft saturated with her saliva.

“Please, please, I want it,” she pleads with him, bucking her hips, trying to maintain her grip on him.

“You want what?” He questions, blonde brows furrowing.

He knows very well.

She wants to scream, to ache, to nearly blackout as he uses her.

Within moments she’s getting her wish.

Her hips desperately meet his as his hands hold at her waist, going as far into her as her body will allow, his fingertips biting into her skin, trying to keep his composure despite the unbearably snug fit.

“ Deeper , please I . . . ” She can’t finish right away, too strung out on him, too exhausted. “. . . I wanna take all of it, please, I need all of it.”

It’s a tearful whine.

Snow grows amused with her plea.

“I don’t think you can.” He teases.

“Make me take it.” It’s hungry, shameless leaving her, his expression growing harder at her words.

Fine , he thinks.

He slows down and pulling out of her, only to enter once more, slower this time, achingly slow, even when he’s gone as deep as he can, he pushes the last little bit into her, her hands grabbed at his, her walls in a vice grip around him had makes his mouth fall open and a struggled noise leaves him as he watches her take him.

He can practically see the outline of himself inside of her, the smooth skin of her abdomen taught with her back arching further.

“ Tawny ,” He nearly mouths it, it’s said so quietly, Tawny shaking as she manages to get the palms of her hands on the floor behind her, legs staying splayed open, allowing them both the view of him disappearing inside of her.

For just a moment he entertains the idea of finishing inside of her, he could do it just like this, hound into her as deep as he can, bury himself to the hilt and fill her.

She grabs at the back of his neck with her hand, pulling his lips to hers as her toes curl.

Her arm snakes around him and he’s hauling her onto him, impaling her sharply onto him, her mouth pressing to his shoulder to muffle her cries as his palm once more hits her ass, his breath catching in his throat when she cinches tighter around him, causing him to have to fuck into her harder.

His hand grasps at her chin, forcing her to look at him while she comes undone, brows scrunch slightly, brown eyes glazing over, cunt spasming, coaxing him to his own release.

His tongue rolls up her neck, his hand tugging her head back by her hair.

“You’re so good at taking me,” He praises, his words sending a flutter from her around him, her ankles interlocking around him as she uses it to leverage herself to move with him, fucking him back.

She smiles at him in the haze of her pleasure, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip before her tongue swipes over the bite.

She kisses him like she worships him.

She fucks like she worships him.

He clenches his jaw, her lips gently pressing to a bead of sweat on his forehead, the sweet notion a sharp contrast to the slightly pink-tinged slick leaking from her, mingling with the bit of blood conjured by his rough thrusts.

His hand reaches between them, pressing once more to her clit, a mewl crawling from her within a minute as he forces another orgasm from her before his own.

Her back hits the rug, knocking the breath from her, his spent spilling over her stomach before he’s falling beside her, the two of them struggling to breathe.

He can feel her eyes on him despite his own remaining closed.

She’s not just looking at him, however, her eyes scanning the apartment they’ve made a mess of.

She had arrived earlier in the night, the lovely purple dress that hugged her only further provoking his intentions.

“ What’s for dinner ?” Is what she had asked him, looking around at not a bite to eat in sight.

Then she had turned to look at him, seeing his blue eyes on her the way they had been, seeing him looking at her the way he had been.

She knew then and there that she was the dinner in question, and he was prowling toward her like a hungry carnivore.

Stumbling back as he started toward her, a knowing smile tugged at her full lips, her head shaking.

“ This is not a good idea .” She had warned him, but still reached for the zipper of her dress.

“ Oh, certainly a terrible one .” He had agreed with faux concern, tugging at his belt.

Then he’d gotten her with the same ferocity as her subject with those Avoxes, hungry and swift, hands peeling her dress from her as quickly as he could before running her newly exposed skin, knuckles going white as he held at her hair, forcing her neck back, his tongue lapped at her skin as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt and shoved it from him.

Now, here they are, once more short on breath and high on their gluttony for one another.

He’s laying on his stomach, allowing her the opportunity to once more study the faint scarring on the right side of his back.

Her fingertips reach out and trace it gently, a light sheen of sweat cloaking his smooth skin.

“ A troublesome episode with the fireplace ,” he had once told her when she asked how he had obtained the scar that traveled from his right shoulder, down to the back of his ribs.

Snow is tempted to swat at her hand, to tell her to leave him be and give him a few moments of restful solitude.

Instead, he tolerates her somewhat affectionate gesture, deciding it can be factored into her rewarding evening for her successful case.

“I don’t want to go back home.” She confesses to him softly.

He doesn’t particularly want her to go, either, enjoying the view of her naked and laid out for him a little too much for his own liking.

“I’m afraid he’ll want to do this and I can’t do this for another month at this rate.” She adds it, the soreness between her legs beginning to rear its head once more.

Snow scoffs, rolling to his back.

“You wanted to.”

“I don’t think about things like I should when I’m with you.” She replies, honestly.

He makes her dumb and vulnerable, desperate, whiney, greedy . . .

“Where’s your wife?” She throws a rock through the window of their bliss, and he’s sitting up, huffing out a breath.

“Gone, Tawny.”

Gone ?

“Gone?”

“To her mothers.” He says, next walking to his bedroom, returning with a wet hand towel, tossing it to her.

“Why?”

“She got angry that I gave you her old case.”

The color drains in Tawny’s face, a pale hue coming to her brown skin.

“ . . . What ?”

He doesn’t reply, walking back to his bathroom.

She quickly wipes him off of her, wincing as she gets to her feet and follows him.

“That lizard was her case?”

“A failed one.”

“But hers, nonetheless.” She bites out.

“I’ve already had one fight over this fucking case.”

“Because you gave your mistress a case your wife failed on.” Tawny grits out. “As if you couldn’t be more obvious.”

“Livia has no idea that we . . . look . . . at one another.” He turns the shower on, grabbing a towel.

“She knows, Coriolanus. There is no way she doesn’t know. Not if she’s so upset that she left .”

“She didn’t leave . Her ego is wounded. She’s only going to be gone for a few days to pout and once she’s ready to come back home, she will, and things will be back to normal.” He shrugs.

“And after the Games, when we won’t be partners anymore . . . will things go back to normal after that?”

It’s a conversation she had been dreading having with him, unable to imagine things being as they were before all of this started.

She doesn’t realize that the Games have nothing to do with the two of them, no time limit or deadline set on his selfishness for her.

He’ll have her as long as he wants her.

“We’ll be partners as long as I see fit.” He says it all in a few words, getting into the shower, keeping the door open for her.

She’s scared to enter, afraid she’ll once more fall into a trap and won’t have the self-control to stop herself, adding further injury to her already abused core.

“I’ll be gentle.” He repeats his earlier words, sounding so convincing, tender . . .

“I’m serious this time.” She says to him, plucking her diamond wedding ring off and putting it on the counter.

“I promise.” Snow steps aside as she enters, and he’s shutting the door behind her.

She’s backed to the cold tile wall, hot water falling over them as he’s pressing his lips down her chest, getting to his knees, throwing her thigh over his shoulder as his tongue buries between her weak legs.

He sends her back to her husband, unable to walk straight and more than satisfied, only wishing to collapse in the bed and sleep for a few days straight.

She unlocks the door quietly, slipping her heels off to avoid the noise of them against the floor as she slips inside.

Her father is even already in bed, she didn’t get a chance to see exactly what time it is, but she’d told Dyess she would be super late, that she and Tigris were going out.

“ I didn’t realize you and Tigris were friends like that ,” He had told her in response, to which she replied, “ We’ve gotten closer since she came to eat with us for our anniversary. ”

She didn’t enjoy lying to him, sneaking around, being a horrible, terrible wife, doing such an ugly thing.

But she can’t stop herself, nor does she care enough to try to stop herself.

She gets to their bedroom, quietly going to her closet, changing from her dress to her pajamas.

Padding quietly to the bed, she slinks onto the mattress, curling in next to Dyess who is wide awake but doesn’t let her know any different.

He waits for her to get still, he waits for her to start breathing deeply and peacefully, signaling her slumber.

Then his bedside lamp flicks on as he sits up, being chewed on by this undeniable feeling.

He scans her visible skin for any tell-tales.

Hickes, bites, claw marks, anything .

Relieved to find nothing of the sort.

Sighing out his relief, he turns to cut the lamp back off, but his eyes are caught by the unusual slightly more subdued shine of her wedding ring.

The usually glittering princess cut is not a princess cut at all, tonight.

Nor is it adorning its eye-catching yellow gold band.

Instead, an emerald cut diamond rests on a white gold band.

He furrows his brows in confusion on where she could have possibly gotten the ring, and where hers is . . . it quickly comes to him, however, recalling the few times he’s had to assist Livia Snow in a lab, watching her carefully remove her wedding ring for safekeeping.

The very ring that now clings to his wife’s finger.

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