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jungwnies · 3 months ago

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F1 GRID | being caught together

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, & charles leclerc (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis : being caught together after telling everyone you guys weren't even dating...

୨ৎ : genre : comedic romance ୨ৎ : tws : cursing ୨ৎ : word count : 1695

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : part one will always include: verstappen, hamilton, russell, sainz, and leclerc. part two will always include: lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, and yuki tsunoda! <3 (every f1 grid story is released on saturdays @ 8pm and @ 10pm est)

ʚ・max verstappen

for weeks, max had been insistent, borderline aggressive, in denying any and all accusations that he and you were together.

"you guys are basically dating," lando said, arms crossed.

max scoffed. "we are not together."

"really?"

"yes," max snapped. "i do not like them that way!"

silence.

lando’s smirk was immediate. "dude. you’re blushing."

max’s jaw clenched. "no, i’m not."

"yeah, you so are."

"it’s just warm in here."

"we’re outside."

max stormed off, fuming, but later that night, he hesitated before texting you:

max: dinner tomorrow? just us?

you: yeah, of course.

it was fine. totally normal.

until you were at dinner, mid-conversation, and max followed your gaze—straight to lando, charles, and liam, all staring, lando already pulling out his phone.

a notification popped up immediately.

lando norris tagged you in a story.

max groaned before he even opened it.

"‘we’re not dating’ – max verstappen, 24 hours ago."

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. max shot you a glare.

"this is your fault."

"my fault?"

"you said yes to dinner!"

"you asked me!"

max exhaled sharply, shaking his head. then, after a pause, he stole a fry off your plate like it was second nature.

like he hadn’t just unknowingly confirmed to himself, and everyone else, that yeah, maybe you were dating after all.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

it wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.

a simple group trip, a well-planned itinerary, and a definite understanding that you and lewis were just friends—despite what everyone seemed to think.

but then, as everyone was checking into the hotel, things took an unexpected turn.

"alright," george said, skimming the room assignments. "charles, max and liam, me and kimi…"

he paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the last booking.

"and…" he cleared his throat, "lewis and y/n?"

a beat of silence.

then, simultaneously:

"what?" you and lewis both said.

lando’s grin was immediate. "oh, that’s interesting."

max raised an eyebrow. "you guys booked a single room?"

lewis frowned, already pulling out his phone to check the reservation. "i didn’t book it—"

"wait," you interrupted, looking at him. "i thought you booked it?"

lewis looked at you. "i thought you booked it."

you both stared at each other for a second, realization slowly dawning.

"oh my god," liam muttered, "you two are ridiculous."

lando was practically buzzing at this point. "so just to clarify," he said, barely containing his laughter, "you guys accidentally booked one room… together?"

george exhaled dramatically. "this is a logistical nightmare."

kimi, on the other hand, looked entirely amused. "or it’s fate."

you groaned, rubbing your temples. "we’ll just get another room—"

the front desk staff chose that moment to appear. "ah, mr. hamilton, ms. y/n, i assume you’re checking into the honeymoon suite?"

silence.

max choked.

lando wheeled away in laughter.

lewis ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. "brilliant."

you wanted to die.

"we are not together," you tried to explain, but no one was listening.

the damage was done.

and the worst part? the hotel was fully booked.

you and lewis exchanged glances, his lips twitching like he was already preparing to tease you about this later.

"guess we’re sharing," he murmured, shaking his head.

you sighed, dragging a hand down your face.

"of course we are."

ʚ・george russell

you and george had worked very hard to convince everyone that you weren’t dating.

the teasing from the grid? unbearable. the constant speculation online? exhausting. the smug looks from lewis every time you were together? infuriating.

so, you both stuck to the same script: we’re just friends. we spend a lot of time together, but we’re just friends.

it had worked.

until his parents completely ruined it.

you were visiting george’s family for a quiet weekend—just a casual trip, nothing suspicious at all. at least, that’s what you thought.

it was all going fine—dinner, stories, light conversation—until his mum suddenly sighed in relief, setting down her wine glass with a content smile.

"oh, finally!"

you blinked. "finally?"

george frowned. "finally what?"

his mum waved a hand between the two of you. "you two finally told everyone! we’ve been waiting for ages!"

silence.

you turned to george. george turned to you.

"told everyone what?" he asked, very, very slowly.

his dad chuckled. "that you’re dating, of course."

george nearly choked on his drink. "we’re not dating!"

his mum gave him a knowing look. "oh, come on, george. you told us months ago!"

your stomach dropped.

george froze. "i—what?"

"you called your father and me and said, and i quote—" she cleared her throat, lowering her voice to mimic his, "'mum, dad, i think i’m in love with y/n, and i don’t know what to do about it.'"

you gasped. george gasped.

his dad nodded. "you definitely said that."

lewis, who had been listening via facetime with his front-row seat to the chaos, wheezed.

"george?" you asked, still processing. "is there something you’d like to share with the class?"

george, fully malfunctioning, pushed his chair back abruptly. "i—uh—excuse me for a moment."

and with that, he got up and walked out of his own house.

you watched him leave, blinking in disbelief.

his mum sighed. "oh dear, i hope we didn’t fluster him too much."

lewis, still on facetime, cackled. "flustered? mate just ran away."

you were still stunned, heart racing.

because as shocking as that revelation was, the part that stuck with you the most was that george never denied it.

ʚ・carlos sainz

the plan had been simple—just a casual dinner with friends, nothing that would feed into the ridiculous rumors that you and carlos were anything more than that.

you had spent months dodging questions, brushing off teasing comments, and maintaining the perfectly crafted narrative: we’re just friends.

and it had been working.

until charles completely ruined it.

you didn’t even notice when he took the picture—probably because you were too busy laughing at something carlos had said, leaning into him like it was second nature, his hand resting lightly on your knee under the table.

it was a good picture. a great picture, actually.

unfortunately, it was also a terrible picture because charles, in his infinite wisdom, posted it with zero context and tagged you both.

and then? the comment section exploded.

f1updates: nah this is so soft??? sainzstan99: tell me why they look more coupley than actual couples 😭 carlosfangirl: so we’re all just accepting that they’ve been dating this whole time, right? charles_leclerc: 😊👍🏼 you saw the post at the exact same time carlos did.

your stomach dropped. "oh. my. god."

carlos ran a hand down his face. "you have got to be kidding me."

you immediately went to untag yourself, only to realize that it was too late—the internet had already run with it, edits were being made, tiktoks were going viral, and worst of all, carlos’s own family members were commenting.

reyes.sainz: 🤔 carlossainz55: …interesting. you turned to carlos in horror. "your dad just commented."

carlos sighed deeply. "of course he did."

you both sat there, staring at the screen, knowing there was zero chance of talking your way out of this one.

then, finally, carlos turned to you, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. "well," he said, amusement lacing his voice, "i guess there are worse people to be fake dating."

you scoffed. "oh, shut up."

carlos chuckled, casually throwing an arm around the back of your chair. "should we at least give them something to talk about?"

and the worst part?

you didn’t exactly hate the idea.

ʚ・charles leclerc

you and charles had perfected the art of denial.

the teasing from friends? ignored. the way charles always sat next to you, no matter how many other seats were available? totally normal. the lingering stares, the soft smiles, the fact that he always found an excuse to touch you? just friendly behavior.

it was fine. everything was under control.

until it wasn’t.

it happened in the ferrari garage, where you were waiting for charles after a media session. he walked in, still slightly damp from the post-session shower, running a towel through his hair before spotting you.

his face lit up instantly. "hey," he greeted, walking over. without hesitation, he reached for your hand—like it was second nature, like it was something he did all the time—and laced his fingers through yours as he leaned against the counter next to you.

and the problem wasn’t that he grabbed your hand.

the problem was that he didn’t let go.

neither did you.

it wasn’t intentional. it wasn’t anything, really. just a comfortable, absentminded habit, his thumb gently brushing against your skin, your fingers loosely intertwined as you talked about his session.

at least, until lewis walked in.

lewis, who stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your joined hands like he had just caught you both committing an actual crime.

you immediately froze. charles did too.

then, realization hit.

lewis tilted his head, looking far too amused. "am i interrupting something?"

you and charles immediately pulled away, but it was too late—the damage was done.

lewis’s smirk was instant. "ohhh, so this is what’s been going on?"

"it was nothing," you tried.

lewis crossed his arms. "that’s funny, because it looked like something."

charles, traitor, just ran a hand through his hair, biting back a smile.

lewis chuckled, shaking his head. "mate, i knew ferrari was full of surprises, but i didn’t think this was one of them."

you groaned, covering your face. "lewis."

he held up his hands, stepping back. "don’t worry, i won’t say anything."

you peeked through your fingers. "really?"

lewis grinned. "no. of course not. i’m telling everyone."

and with that, he disappeared.

you sighed, turning to charles, who looked way too entertained. "this is your fault."

he raised an eyebrow. "my fault?"

"you were the one holding my hand!"

charles smirked. "and you didn’t let go."

you opened your mouth to argue, then closed it.

charles leaned in slightly, green eyes flickering down to your lips for just a second before murmuring, "maybe we should give them something real to talk about."

and that was when you realized, maybe getting caught wasn’t so bad after all.

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bludhavents · 4 months ago

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As Long as You Know Me

Pairing: Liam Mairi x Reader

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: As a child of the rebellion, your birthday failing on Reunification Day stirs up a swarm of emotion. When your friends try to celebrate, Liam comes to your rescue... in his boxers.

Warnings: Grief, parent loss, fem!reader. Little angsty, but lots of fluff included. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Long time no see :) You can send in any requests, sign up to join my tag list, and read my previous works all through my bio, tehe! I have lots more Fourth Wing content on the way. I hope you enjoy, comment for a part 2!

July 1st was an open wound. As a child of the rebellion, it marks the day that I was forced to watch my parents be executed for fighting for a better life. July 1st is the day that Lillian Sorrengail ruined my life.

It’s the day she ironically declared “Reunification Day”, as if she hadn’t torn apart families and orphaned so many children.

July 1st was also the day that I was born. Every year since I turned eleven, my birthday has been tainted by the cruelty of the General and her misguided sense of justice.

This year, my birthday starts with her drunk daughter knocking on my door.

“Take it!” Violet urges, trying to pass me a shot of liquor. I make no move to reach for it.

Her, Rhiannon, Ridoc, and Sawyer are all standing at my door with cheery grins across their faces and dazed looks in their eyes. They don’t have nightmares of watching their parents die. On the worst day of my life, they were probably out celebrating with their families, smiling at the rebels’ defeat. I spent that night alone. I spent it with a cursed mark running up my skin forever.

“What’s going on?” I stifle a yawn behind my hand, wrapping my blanket tighter around my shoulders as I face them.

“You’re twenty-one!” Rhiannon’s words slur as she claps me on the shoulder. “Drink up, birthday girl!”

“What time is it?” I blink at them. Ridoc’s smile falls into a line of annoyance quickly.

“You’re really ruining this, you know?” He chastises. I raise my eyebrows and look across the rest of the faces in front of me, eight eyes watching me with weaning anticipation. Sawyer sways on his feet and I notice the moonlight coming through the hallway window behind him.

“What time is it?” I ask again, staring at Sorrengail this time. She’s chewing her bottom lip. The shot in her hand is about to pour over the edges.

“It’s midnight,” Rhiannon explains as if it’s obvious.

“For fuck’s sake,” I complain, running a hand down my face. I move to shut the door, but Ridoc protests, pushing it open and letting himself into my room. The rest follow him without question. My stomach rolls at the smell of booze they bring into the room.

“It smells nice in here,” he compliments, sitting on my bed. I disagree.

“What are you guys doing?” I sigh in frustration. “It’s late. You woke me up.”

There’s a part of me that feels guilty for my lack of enthusiasm at their excitement, but the larger--tired-- part of me is overwhelmingly disappointed by their lack of thoughtfulness. It doesn’t take a lot of tact to refrain from initiating a celebration on the day of someone’s traumatic event. Yet somehow, they still managed to surprise me in the worst way.

Have none of them thought that maybe I wouldn’t want to celebrate my birthday? Have they possibly considered that I didn’t tell them about it for a reason? The mark that swirls up my arm was no secret. They know what today means to me.

“We’re celebrating. It’s your birthday. Quit whining,” he complains. “What do you want to do? We could still go into town.”

“I want to go to bed.” I lean against my open door frame and stare at my friends who are now scattered across my room. Violet places the shot on my desk before dropping her body on to my chair. Rhiannon has a handle of liquor in her hands and is drinking from the bottle. I cringe.

“But it’s your birthday,” she whines.

“Happy birthday,” Sawyer coos, pulling me into a hug. I groan and gently push him back.

“I appreciate you all, but it’s really late, and I’m tired, and I don’t celebrate my birthday, so I think you guys should take this party elsewhere,” I explain, hoping that my reasoning can make itself known without me having to spell it out. My rebellion relic tingles on my skin. Rhiannon whines loudly and shrieks as she almost drops her bottle of liquor. I cross my eyebrows.

A loud slam of a door echos down the hallway and I hold my breath, hoping that nobody else has come to join this dreadful birthday party.

“Are you okay?” Liam is in my room immediately, and I feel my shoulders relax slightly. The first thing he does is place a hand on my shoulder, scanning my face for injury and finding none to warrant the pained expression on my face. His eyes starts searching the room wildly before he seems to put the pieces of the scene together himself. “Oh. I heard a scream.”

“Sorry.” Rhiannon frowns. Violet stifles a giggle. My eyes catch the liquid dripping out of the corner of her mouth before she wipes it away with her sleeve.

“Now you can join the party,” Ridoc says from my bed. Liam says nothing.

I step toward him, letting his strong arm loop around my waist and bring me into his side. I let out a deep breath and he pulls me in tighter, the both of us exchanging a thousand words without speaking.

“What’re you wearing?” Violet asks him, wobbling as she stands from my chair. She stumbles over the edge of my rug as she approaches him, and Sawyer is quick to catch her before she hits the ground. I turn my face into Liam’s side, unable to watch this shit show any longer. He straightens beside me, bringing a hand to cradle the back of my head.

“Are any of you guys sober?” Liam asks. I feel his voice rumbling in his chest as he does.

“Nope!” Ridoc pops the p and pulls a flask out of his pocket. He tosses it to Liam, who watches it fall to the ground two feet in front of him. “Oops.”

Sawyer has his arm around Violet’s waist, steadying her as she clings onto his shirt for balance. Rhiannon is sprawled on my floor, shoes kicked off, with the bottle to her lips again. Ridoc is now under my covers with his head on my pillow. I grumble.

“What’s going on here?” A new person steps into the drunken circus that has invaded my room and I throw my head back in frustration, not having asked for any of this.

I miss my life ten minutes ago, when I was fast asleep in bed.

“Couldn’t tell you.” I look across Liam and meet Xaden’s eyes. The two of them whisper something back and forth before Xaden nods once and takes a further step into my room. His first stop is the flask on the floor, then the bottle in Rhiannon’s hand, then the now-empty shot glass on my desk.

“Back to your own rooms, cadets. Be sober by morning, we will be having a discussion about this with Aetos.” He walks toward the door, holding it open with his foot as Sawyer drags Violet out of the room. Liam and I step out of the way, breaking our embrace to give them room to move. I notice Violet’s eyes lingering on the wingleader, but he doesn’t so much as look her way as she’s pulled to her room. Rhiannon leaves next, smiling cluelessly as she carries her shoes in her hands.

“Happy birthday,” she says, throwing her arms around my neck in a hug. Her boots slam against my back and I wince. She leans all of her weight on me and nearly drags me down as she hangs from my neck. I unwrap her from me and she walks out.

“Love you.” Ridoc slings an arm around my shoulders and tries to guide me out of the room with him.

“Cadet Gamlyn.” He lets go at the sound of Xaden’s voice. The older boy shuts the door as soon as everyone is out, leaving only myself, Liam, and him. We all breathe out. “What was that all about?”

“They found out it was my birthday. I don’t know if they’ve even put together that it’s the same day,” I answer, not needing to expand on what ‘same day' means to this crowd. Both of the men in front of me were there to watch their loved ones die alongside mine. They understand the storm of grief stirring in my stomach. I sit on the edge of my bed, huffing at the disarray of my comforter.

“You were with them?” Xaden accuses Liam, who moves to sit next to me.

“No. I came in when I heard someone scream. I thought someone had come in and tried to hurt her or something.” He yawns, and I remember that it’s midnight. He must have been asleep just before he came in. His light hair is tousled on top of his head, and I notice for the first time that he wears only a pair of loose, black boxers. I avert my stare and bite my lip as my face heats at the realization of his muscled legs pressed up against the thin fabric of my nightdress. I swallow hard.

Xaden, on the other hand, is still wearing his training gear. I’m not surprised. I can’t imagine that he’ll be attempting to sleep tonight. Being the son of Fen Riorson makes today a little more complicated.

He sits in my desk chair and puts his head in his hands, sighing deeply. I lean my head to the side and lay it on Liam’s bare shoulder. His head turns and he presses a soft kiss to my hair, leaving his face to rest there.

The three of us sit there silently grieving with one another.

I let my mind wander to the birthdays I celebrated before the dreadful day I turned eleven. I remember my father making heart-shaped waffles for breakfast every year and letting me drown them in whipped cream and chocolate syrup. I remember my mother waking me up by climbing into bed with me and kissing my forehead. I remember my last happy birthday with them, when we were all crying from laughter because the bakery spelled almost every word on the cake wrong. When we were all alive.

I think of my mother’s laughter, her loud snorts that would send us all further into a fit of giggles. I think of how my father would always put a hand on his gut when he was really tickled by a joke. I’ll never forget either of their joy, throughout everything.

I’ll never forget that Lillian Sorrengail robbed me of experiencing that ever again. I’ll never forget that she robbed my future children of their grandparents. I’ll never forget that she had the audacity to grieve for her son and her husband when they died years later, as if she hadn’t inflicted that pain onto so many other families.

My mind flits back to the present when Liam begins rubbing his hand up and down my bicep. I inhale deeply through my nose, trying to ground myself back in reality. The boy beside me smells like citrus and rain, and I breathe it in again. His touch is soft and delicate, such a loving motion that sweeps my heart into a flurry. I sigh into him.

My eyes wander my room, landing on the confiscated liquor Xaden set on my desktop. His large body is still in my tiny chair, but now he’s slumped forward, eyes closed, and breathing deeply. My lips turn upward.

I sit up straight, facing Liam. He looks back at me, his eyes glossy. I feel my heart crack in my chest at the sight, but shove the pain down where I store the rest of today’s feelings. My finger rests on my lips to warn him to stay quiet and he nods, licking his lips. I pull my eyes away from the action and then point to where Xaden is asleep in my chair. A small grin rises on Liam’s mouth and I raise my palm to my mouth, stifling a laugh.

In all the years that I’ve known Xaden Riorson, I’ve never seen him without the crease between his eyebrows and the tension tightening his jaw. Looking at him now, he’s perfectly peaceful. His breaths are even and deep in the too-small chair. His skin is free from any stress lines. His lips are slightly parted and his hair is hanging loosely. Gentle snores fall from his mouth.

I draw my eyes back to Liam to see him sitting back on his hands and staring at the rare sight, too. In this position, every muscle in his upper body is perfectly displayed. His forearms, biceps, shoulders, chest, abs. I drag my eyes up his body and back to his pretty face.

“Do you want to sleep in here, too?” I offer to him in a whisper. We both know that, despite my wandering eyes, I’m offering because of the pain we are both going to be in once we’re alone. It’s easier to ride the grief out together. He nods once and adjusts himself on my bed.

Now, he’s sitting up straight against my headboard, legs extended out. He holds my gaze and shoots me a boyish grin as he kicks his feet into my lap. The look on his face is enough to seize my thoughts for a moment, and I have to blink to regain my senses.

With a roll of my eyes, I lift his legs off of me. I slide my throw blanket off of my shoulders and move across the room, draping it gently over Xaden’s body. I move back to the bed quietly, where I grab the top corners of my comforter and pull them up with me as I scoot to where Liam is perched at the head of the mattress. We sit shoulder-to-shoulder. I gather the material of the comforter and pull it over our laps.

“Should we move him?” His voice is loud enough for me to hear, but low enough that the sleeping boy couldn’t hear it from across the square room.

“I don’t think so.” I match his quiet tone. “He needs the sleep. If we wake him up he’s just going to leave. I think it’s best for him to be with us.”

“You’re very thoughtful,” he praises, and my stomach flutters. Liam Mairi has always been a kind boy. For him to be kind under the covers with me in his boxers was a whole new experience, though, and it was one I hoped to find myself in again as soon as possible.

His toned stomach is expanding and deflating so hypnotically that I find my lips parting as I watch helplessly. My eyes drift to the trail of hair that begins below his navel and continues into the waistband of his bottoms.

“What’re you thinking about?”

My face heats as I tear my eyes away from his body and meet his burning gaze, and I shrug.

“I’m a little rubbed the wrong way by my impromptu birthday party,” I supplement instead of revealing my actual thoughts. He lifts his arm from next to mine and drapes it around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him until my head is resting on his chest again. I adjust my legs on the bed and let myself get comfortable against his solid wall of muscle.

“I’m sorry. I get it. Do you remember that guy who tried to kill me during our first training fight?” I nod against his chest, tracing lazy circles along his skin with the tip of my index finger. “Well I kept an eye on him after that. He fought four other people, and only tried to kill the ones with rebellion relics.”

“Oh, Liam.” I turn my head to look at him and find his soft blue eyes looking toward Xaden’s sleeping form. “I’m so sorry. I wish things were different.”

“Me too. It’s just hard whenever we have to deal with things like that and our friends don’t. They probably don’t even realize what today means for us, because they’ve been celebrating it for so long without having to think about what we went through on the other side.” He shrugs his arm off my shoulder and moves it up and down the back of my night dress, making me shiver. It feels like the heat of his touch is burning right through the fabric and into my skin. I have to remind myself to breathe.

We sit like that in silence for a few minutes until he speaks again. “Can I turn the light off?”

I nod, holding back a groan when he moves his body away from mine and leaves me in my bed that suddenly feels too big without him. His footsteps are quiet as he moves across the room and flicks the switch. I lift the blanket up for him and he laughs softly, sliding in and laying his head on my pillow. He extends his arm for me to lay on, and I do, resting my head where his shoulder and bicep meet.

“Thank you for staying.” I’m staring at him under the faint moonlight that’s coming through the window. The shadow of his full lips curves upward as a grin stretches across his face charmingly. My chest flutters. His blue eyes flick to mine.

“Thank you for inviting me. I didn’t think my first night spent with you would include my brother sleeping in your chair, but I guess it’s still pretty nice,” he teases with a wink. It takes all my strength to contain the bark of laughter that threatens to escape at his sudden boldness. A breathy chuckle leaves me instead, fanning over his freckled skin.

“Are you saying you’ve thought about spending the night with me, Liam?” I fiend upset, pushing myself up with the hand on his chest so that my face is hovering over his. “I’m shocked.”

“Oh please.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, moving his hand along my head until it reaches the back of my neck and stays there. My eyes flick down to his strong arm flexed beneath me before I can stop myself, and his smile widens impossibly. “You know every guy in this wing has thought about spending a night here with you.”

“What?” I furrow my brows. “Are there other guys in this wing? Could’ve fooled me.”

His laugh rumbles through his chest and into my heart where it twists itself into nervous ropes.

Liam and I have had an undeniable chemistry for as long as I can remember, but I’ve always been too afraid to act on it. His friendship meant too much to me, and I didn’t want to risk pursuing something that might cost me that. Now though, with his hand on my neck and his bare skin on my sheets, I find myself willing to risk anything to have this. I pull my eyes away from his lips only to find him staring at mine.

“The boys of Fourth Wing will be very sad to know that their fantasy girl doesn’t even know they exist.” He wets his lips with his tongue and meets my eyes with a mischievous smirk. “I don’t feel bad for them, though. As long as you know me that’s all that matters.”

The hand on the back of my neck draws me closer, slowly, giving me time to protest. Instead, I meet his eyes and nod once. The smirk that graces his lips is enough to send me into overdrive. Liam parts his lips beneath me and I pause, only centimeters away, inhaling his exhales. His large nose turns as he moves to close the distance between us. My eyes flutter shut.

A loud crash comes from across the room to interrupt our moment, and Liam wraps both of his arms around me immediately, pinning me to the curve of his neck and protecting my head with his free arm.

There’s a passing moment of silence before a pained groan follows, and then Liam is laughing loudly under me. He takes his hands off of me and throws his head back against the pillow in an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

“Shut up,” Xaden moans into the darkness.

I swing my legs off of the mattress and hurry to the lightswitch, but trip and fall halfway there. Xaden and I both groan in unison, and Liam’s laughter only grows louder and more humored.

The loud sound came from Xaden crashing to the ground along with my now-broken chair.

A rough hand shoves my shoulder and I roll off of him, cursing under my breath. Landing on top of him was far more painful than I would have expected. I lay on the floor beside him and laugh shortly.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask over the chuckles in the background. Xaden grunts in response. “How did my chair break?”

“Stop asking me questions,” he grumbles. “I’ll get you a new chair for your birthday.”

I laugh again at that.

He sits up on the floor and runs his hand through his messy hair. Liam manages to navigate his way to the lightswitch without tripping over one of us, and as soon as the bulb flicks on, all three of us are closing our eyes and mumbling our protests.

“Neither of you are wearing enough clothes for me,” the older boy complains as he adjusts to the light, throwing the blanket I left on his sleeping shoulders at me. His attention turns to Liam, narrowing his eyes as he looks up at him. “What’re you still doing here anyway?”

“I wasn’t gonna leave her alone in here with you snoring like that. Someone had to cover her ears so that she could sleep,” he deflects, moving to sit on the edge of my bed. Xaden rolls his eyes so hard that I wonder if it hurts.

“I don’t even remember falling asleep.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and yawns. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

“You’re always welcome to stay here. Once I get a new chair, I mean,” I tease him.

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casual | m. sturniolo

i’ve been scheming for weeks !! (actually started this before move over AND voice. so.)

basically i’m obsessed with this song

summary: the most dangerous label is the casual one; or you both want more

warnings: matt x fem!reader, use of y/n, ANGST, cursing, happy ending bc i’m a sucker & a lost cause

wc: 6.5k

the sun is dipping behind the horizon, painting the sky pink and orange. you have your window rolled down, letting the salt air breeze pick your hair up as you rest against the car door. matt has elmer’s new song playing on aux, something lofi with a bit of spanish mixed in.

“like what you see?” he speaks up, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look over at you. he stares for a second, your skin illuminated by the fading rays of the sun, kissing the tops of your cheeks and giving you a warm glow.

you press yourself up to sit properly and catch his hand resting on the center console. you always loved that he drives with his left hand, the right always close enough for you to touch.

“it’s pretty,” you say, poking your head back out of the window, looking overhead at the passing trees, “the palms are so tall.” matt squeezes your hand, and when you look back up he’s already looking at you, smiling when you meet his eyes.. his hair looks lighter in the setting sun, the side of his face lit up all golden and warm. you bite your lip and smile, turning away with a slight flush.

“it’s green,” you tell him and he flicks his head back forward, muttering a curse under his breath.

“my bad,” he admits, refusing to drop your hand.

it looked like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t, just takes a breath and lets it out before turning back to the road.

when the car pulls into the garage you reach to the back to grab your overnight bag. matt’s already out of the car, coming over to your side to open your door, “c’mon,” he says in that silly high pitched voice, just to hear you giggle.

you make your way to his bedroom, knowing the ins and outs of the triplet’s house like the back of your hand. matt follows behind you, his footsteps echoing amongst the hardwood floors.

“i can’t wait to lay down,” you sigh, the effects of the sun's heat catching up with you now that you’re in the cool, air conditioned house.

“yeah, i’m feelin’ pretty tired too,” matt agrees, his voice heavy and suddenly cloaked by fatigue.

you’d been out all day, shopping on melrose, walking by the beach. dinner and ice cream and the beating sun soaked up all your energy. nothing sounded better than getting cozy in matt’s bed and watching a movie, maybe catching a bit of a nap before deciding to head home. you knew he’d insist on driving you, and that always hurt more than you’d like to admit.

the two of you weren’t dating, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you told yourself you didn’t mind. it wasn’t a very convincing lie though, most everyone around you could tell. it’s not that you hadn’t talked about it, you had, there were just things getting in the way.

matt was worried about how his fans would react, and he absolutely did not want it to be at your expense. you hated the thought of pushing him, like forcing him or asking too much, being too needy would only drive him away. all your friends had told you to stop, that you were only going to get yourself hurt, but you’d honestly rather have half of him and a broken heart than none of him at all.

you never doubted that he cares about you, in fact you know he does. he always picks you up from classes, knows your order at all your favourite fast food places and keeps an extra toothbrush in the bathroom for you. it’s things like that that make the title of causal or just seeing each other sting a little bit more.

here though, all settled in matt’s bed, you try not to think about it too hard. there’s some liam neeson movie he insisted on showing you playing on the tv, and you’re happy to be watching it, but mostly happy to be watching it with him. his chest rises and falls under your head with each breath and it’s making you more tired than before.

“i’m so warm,” you say through a yawn, all comfy now in your sweats and matt’s crewneck, although the comfort comes mostly from his arms wrapped around your middle.

“you can throw on a pair of boxers if you want, top drawer,” matt offers, his arms unmoving, keeping you mildly trapped against him.

“let me goooo,” you groan dramatically, making a big show of sliding out from under his arms and grinning to yourself when he laughs.

“come back,” he pouts, reaching for a stuffed animal to take your place while you cross the room to his dresser.

“just give me a sec,” you giggle, rummaging around in the drawer and pulling out a pair of plaid boxers. there’s something stuck to it, all tangled up in the mess of his clothes, “what the– is this my bra? i’ve been looking for this for like a month.”

matt lifts his head just enough to see what you’re holding up, huffing when he hits the pillow again, “i dunno, sweetheart, you probably left it, you’ve got a lot of stuff here,” he sounds tired, and the words are pressed against his pillow now that he’s rolled onto his stomach.

you’ve got lots of stuff here.

it digs into you, how casually he says it, an almost physical ache you feel beyond your ribs, right where your heart is.

quickly you try to shake it off, shucking off your sweatpants and sliding the boxers up your legs so you can hurry back into bed before allowing yourself to think about what he said too much.

“c’mere,” there’s a little smile on his face when he says it, arm outstretched for you to crawl under. immediately matt tucks you up against his body impossibly close, his nose stuffed into your hair and breathing you in. it feels nice, right, and you let yourself bask in it, like maybe the state of your relationship (or lack thereof) won’t be in limbo forever. he has to feel it too, the pull.

“i think you should just stay tonight,” he says quietly against your temple, leaving a little kiss there.

“are you sure?”

he nods, “it’s late, ‘m not gonna kick you out,” you can see his smile in the dark, his features lit up delicately by the dim light of the movie, “and i kinda wanna cuddle,” he admits sheepishly, trying to hide his blush when you turn to him.

“awe, matty,” you tease, scooching closer to him, hardly an inch away.

“hey,” he says all high pitched, making you laugh again.

“that voice always gets me,” you tell him, snuggling up under his chin.

“that’s why i do it,” he tells you.

it doesn’t take long for you to slip into an easy sleep with matt holding you, the mindless noise coming from the tv luring you deeper into unconsciousness. he’s being extra gentle, finger tips dragging along your waist under your top. you hardly feel him slide out of bed or tuck you in all snug under the covers.

nick’s in the kitchen when matt emerges from his bedroom for some water, hunting for something in the pantry. matt rubs his eyes.

“hello?” chris leans forward on the couch, his voice startling matt.

“jesus, what– you’re just both out here at fucking two in the morning?” he grumbles, eyes squinted against the harsh lights.

“we ordered food,” chris stands up, walking into the kitchen.

nick nods, closing the cupboard, glass in hand, “we thought you were at y/n’s or something, i didn’t hear you come in,”

matt grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and a takes a sip before answering, “nah she’s here, she’s asleep,” he says, nodding towards his bedroom.

nick groans, “god, are you guys dating yet,” he asks, head rolling back against his shoulders, exsapertated.

matt’s eyes widen at the sudden outburst of noise, looking back at his door to make sure nick didn’t wake you, “dude, be quiet,” he urges.

you’d felt matt’s absence after a few minutes, the warmth of his body leaving the bed when he did. slowly you sit up, pressing the heel of your palm into your eye and swinging your feet to the floor quietly. you stand behind matt’s closed bedroom door, prepared to silently creep out and go to the bathroom when you catch his voice.

“and no,we’re just casual,” he continues to answer nick’s question, who glances over and chris. “what— don’t look at him like that,” this earns him another sideye, “i mean it, it’s not serious.”

“matthew” nick starts, “isn’t she asleep in your bed right now?” nick points an accusatory finger in his brother’s direction, emphasizing his words.

it’s matt’s turn to look at chris, who holds his hands up in surrender, “don’t look at me, i’m with nick,” he says, looking away from his brother from where he remains on the couch.

“well she’s not my girlfriend, if that’s where this is going,” matt turns back to the fridge, not really looking for anything, just trying to hide from his brother’s judgmental, but justified, stares.

it hurts to hear, even if you know it’s the truth.

“and why not, idiot,” nick asks, getting fed up. he can clearly tell how his brother feels and is getting frustrated, mad even, with the idea of him toying with your feelings.

“i just—i just can’t do it.” that hurts more, a sharp pain you feel in your chest. you swallow dryly, and that hurts too.

you decide you don’t have to go to the bathroom that badly anymore, and slowly sink back into matt’s bed. you know you and matt aren’t together, that he’s not your boyfriend, but a part of you has always clung to the idea that one day he would be, that he’d finally make the move. you thought he liked you enough to at least try.

tugging the duvet up to your chin you roll over onto your side to face the wall. matt comes back into the bedroom and you can hear nick and chris talking quietly for a second before the door closes again. you’re not too sure, but you think one of them mumbles your name amidst the conversation. matt slides back under the covers with you, coming as close as he can to wrap his arms around you.

it makes your head spin, his words rattling around in your mind, saying he “can’t do it,” but here is, body tucked perfectly against yours, holding you so tight you’d think he never wanted to let go.

—

matt seems notice that you’re a bit quieter than usual the next morning, but you try to hide it under the excuse of not feeling well. he offers to drop you off and you take him up on it, knowing that marinating in the misery you feel won’t solve anything but seems to be the easiest thing to do at the moment.

“text me if you need anything, okay?” his tone is concerned and you can feel him looking at you even though you’re trying to avoid eye contact. you know you’d cave, catching a glimpse of the light blue with all that worry clouding it.

“yeah, i will,” you sigh, reaching into the back seat to grab your bag.

matt catches you, palm placed delicately along your jaw so you’ll look at him, “hey,” he says all soft, “c’mere,” he guides you forward slightly and you know what’s coming, you know it’s gonna hurt but you do it anyway.

he kisses you gently and you fall into it with ease, reaching out to touch his arm. when he strokes his thumb along your cheekbone you pull away, licking your lips.

“i’ve gotta go,” you whisper, afraid the full volume of your voice would shatter something, you’re not too sure what.

“yeah, okay,” he nods, pulling his hand away from your face and trying to smile as you open your door, watching you walk into your building.

he stays there in the parked car for a minute, wondering what’s wrong, pretending he doesn’t know that this whole situation hurts you just as much as it hurts him. he’s staring up at your apartment window, tapping the steering wheel and taking a long, deep breath.

“fuck,” he mutters to himself, pushing his hair back and putting the car in reverse.

—

you and matt don’t talk excessively for the next few days, only a few texts exchanged here and there and one phone call after he knew you’d just written a midterm.

he called to ask how it went and tell you he was proud of you, and also to invite you out to dinner with his parents on the upcoming weekend. they were flying out to l.a. for a few days and he wanted you to meet them. it felt cruel.

“i dunno matt, i’ve got an assignment due sunday at midnight, i might not be able to make it,” of course you wanted to go, but the tug of self preservation was starting to become more equal to the pull you felt towards him. you were starting to lose sight of what was more important, him or yourself.

for so long it had been him.

“please, sweetheart, i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever,” matt slumps into his desk chair, spinning back forth.

you cave and somehow your vision clears. it was him again.

“yeah, yeah, okay, i wanna see you too,”

matt smiles on the other end of the phone, “yay,” he says sweetly, making his joy obvious, “i can help you with your assignment if you want, too,” he offers, and you know he’s just trying to get a smile out of you.

you laugh without meaning to, “matt, you know nothing about the course,”

“i’ll figure it out, anything i can do to make sure i see you,”

you bite your lip, trying to keep a smile at bay, “careful, you’re gonna make me think you like me or something,”

“aw, well i can’t have that now can i?” he teases, and it cuts deeper than he realizes it does.

“no,” you mutter, trying to hold onto the smile on your face even though matt can’t see you, “um, i should probably get going, if i wanna finish my assignment on time,”

“oh, yeah, okay. i could come by a little later with some food?” he poses it as a question, sensing your hesitancy.

“you don’t have to do that,”

“i know, but i want to,” he says it so easily, like there’s no reason in the world he wouldn’t come to your house after eleven pm just to sit on your bedroom floor while you do school work.

“canes?” you finally offer.

“be there in half an hour.” you hear the car keys jingle through the phone, the front door latching shut.

—

the triplet’s parents land on friday afternoon. you haven’t seen matt since wednesday night when he called and brought take out to your place, and you’re starting to feel a little nervous at the thought of seeing his parents.

you’ve spoken to them over facetime once or twice when matt had called them, but this is real, this is serious.

you think you’ve completely driven yourself insane with that, thinking of it as serious. for days there’s been a battle in your head about whether or not this means matt wants to make your relationship offical. it’s become such a problem that you’ve forbidden yourself from thinking about it.

taking a deep breath you refocus on yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and trying to decide on a lip product for the night when your roomate wanders into your bedroom.

“how are you doing?” she asks, leaning against the door frame. you don’t answer, just look up at her with what must be a miserable expression, because she chuckles sadly at you, “that bad, huh?”

you groan and clench your fists, “i’m just confused!” you exclaim.

“i know, but i think tonight should clear some things up,” she tells you hopefully, and you really want to believe her.

“i hope so,” you sigh, “i just really like him,” you whine, defeated.

your phone dings then, a message from matt of course.

matt sturn

be there in twenty

ive got the kids

you laugh sadly at the text.

“‘s that him?” your roommate asks.

“yeah, him and his brothers are on the way, they’ll be here soon.”

“you’ll do great, don’t sweat it,” she tries to reassure you, giving you an over enthusiastic thumbs up before shutting your door again.

matt, nick and chris have been in the car for about five minutes and already matt’s debating driving into oncoming traffic. him and his brothers have had the same fight at least three times since you stayed over last week, and if he’s honest, he’s getting really sick of it.

“enough of this ‘i can’t do that’ bullshit, matt, she’s coming to dinner with our parents,” nick says pointedly, running out of air at the end of his setence, “you don’t just bring your hook up to that shit, so fucking stop talking to her if it’s that much of an issue,” he continues, leaning froward against matt’s seat, staring holes into the side of his brothers face.

matt is clearly aggravated, gripping the wheel a little too hard, “shut the fuck up, nick— she’s not just a hook up,”

nick’s eyes get wider at this and he leans over matt’s seat, voice exponentially louder when he says, “you just proved my fucking point!!”

“you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” matt mumbles in a deft tone, staring harshly out onto the road.

chris leans over from the passenger seat, gesturing in matt’s direction, “and you do? you never shut the fuck up about her, and she’s always at the house but you’re too much of a pussy to do anything,” he yells over matt all in one breath, words coming out too fast.

matt’s mouth is set in a firm line and he’s shaking his head, “you guys don’t get it!” he finally yells back, signaling and switching lanes before he can finish his thought, “i can’t do that to her,” the car’s stopped at a red light now, allowing him to look nick in the eye from the rearview mirror. both him and chris shut up for a second.

“i can’t do that to her,” matt emphasizes again, making his point with his hands, bracketing the last two words, “the internet would chew her up and spit her out. you think i don’t want to make her my girlfriend? do you think i like doing this to her? every fucking day i think about cutting it off because i don’t wanna hurt her, but i’m too fucking selfish to do it.”

“it’s green,” chris mumbles.

“shut the fuck up,” matt says through his teeth as he turns back to face the road, driving through the light.

“so what are you gonna do?” nick asks, softer now, arm hung over the back of matt’s seat.

matt looks up at him in the rearview again, taking a deep, anxiety ridden breath, “i don’t know.”

the three boys are silent for the remainder of the drive to your apartment. matt puts the car in park and mumbles something about being right back before getting out and heading up to your floor, slamming the car door a little bit too hard.

“jesus christ,” chris breathes, feeling the tension finally break.

there’s a knock at the front door, and you take a deep breath before opening it. matt stands with his hair a little bit messy and his cheeks a little bit red, but he softens when he sees you.

“hey,” you say, “let me just grab my bag,”

“wait, y/n,”

“yeah?” you turn back around to look at him. he’s standing in the middle of your kitchen, looking a little bit deflated.

“can i have a hug?”

your heart nearly shatters. is he feeling it too?

“wha– of course baby, of course,” you cross the kitchen over to him and he already has his arms open. immediately he locks his arms around your waist, resting his head against yours. you gently rub his back and rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“is everything okay?” you wonder after a second, feeling him breathe heavily against you.

matt squeezes you a little tighter and kisses your hair, “yeah,” he sighs, “nick and chris are just annoying,”

“you love them though,” you remind him.

he pulls away but keeps you close, hands on your hips now, “sometimes i think about reevaluating that,”

you laugh at him, fixing his messy hair, “no you don’t,”

its his turn to smile, “you’re right,” he leans in for a quick kiss which you grant him, letting it dampen your nerves and reservations on the evening.

“i know, now c’mon, we’ve gotta go,” you slide your hand down into his.

“you don’t have to be nervous, by the way,” matt says to you in the elevator, still holding your hand.

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and he squeezes your hand, letting you know he’s there for you, “it just feels serious,” you finally admit what you’ve been thinking for the last few days. you’re a little bit afraid to look over at him, so you keep your gaze towards the closed elevator doors.

matt gives your hand a quick squeeze and glances at the side of your face, you can feel his eyes on you, “it’s not serious, don’t worry,” it’s a little strained when he says it, as if he means something else but you can’t quite decipher it. it’s too much to think about now and yet it’s all you’ve been thinking about for days, how ‘unserious’ it all is to him.

when you do get to dinner, marylou and jimmy are already at the restaurant. marylou is being so sweet to you, asking about classes and how you met the boys, what you like do to in your spare time and things about matt that you tease him over. you feel like a girlfriend, you feel like his girlfriend and you don't think you can take much more of it. she tells you how much he talks about you when he’s home, that even justin has started making fun of him for it.

when you look over at matt he’s blushing but staring directly into his plate, avoiding you.

the smile you plastered onto your face fades and you dig your nails into your plam under the table.

“excuse me, i’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you say to no one in particular, catching nick’s eyes. he seems to notice your pleading gaze, and sends you a text after you’ve left the table

nick stromboli

you okay?

you lock yourself in the single bathroom and stand staring at your phone screen.

you

this is brutal

your mom is being sooo sweet but matt won’t even look at me

i feel like he's embarrassed

nick stromboli

he's actually the biggest idiot that ever lived

chris is lowk giving him a death stare rn

nick was being serious, chris staring at matt as marylou goes on about how nice you are.

nick elbows matt in the side and he looks over, more than slightly fed up.

“i think you should go check on y/n,” he whispers, making matt perk up a bit in worry.

“why?”

“i don’t think she’s feeling good,”

“oh, i hope she’s okay,” marylou interrupts herself.

“i’ll be right back,” matt stands from the table and walks to the bathroom, knocking on the door gently, “y/n/n? it’s me sweetheart,”

a slight panic drops through you as you push away from where you were leaning against the wall, trying to catch your breath.

“c’mon let me in, nick said you weren’t feeling good,” he knows you were nervous about tonight, and he’s hoping that’s all it is, that he can fix it.

you sigh, head tossed back to your shoulders as you breathe out before letting him in, hoping you look more composed than you feel.

“hey, you okay?” he asks gently, closing the door behind him.

“yeah, uh, i think i’m gonna go,” you mumble, looking away.

“what? d–do you want like a gingerale or something?” his brows are pinched and he’s reaching out for you. you step back without thinking about it. you don’t even notice you’d done it until you see the hurt look on his face. he reaches out again, slower this time.

“y/n…”

something in you clicks, or comes crashing down when his fingers brush your wrist, “i’m not your girlfriend matt, stop worrying about me like i am,”

he's a little bit stunned at that and pulls back, saying your name again.

“no, don’t do that, i heard what you said to the guys last week, and you keep telling me we’re causal and we can’t be anything but we’re at dinner with your fucking parents. i can’t keep prenteding to be your girlfriend, or–or that it doesn’t hurt, i just can’t do it anymore,”

there’s tears in your eyes you don’t notice until matt whispers, “don’t cry,”

“i’m going crazy,” you tell him, voice so soft, so fragile that his heart breaks a little bit.

“no you’re not, c’mon– we can work this out,” the words are so comforting, and normally he’s the one you’d run to for comfort, but he’s hurting you.

“are we gonna make it official, matt? or are we just gonna keep sleepingover at eachother’s houses four days a week and tell all our friend we aren’t dating?” you ask, pressing your fingertips underneath your eyes, “are we gonna do this for real or are you gonna keep telling your parents about me when you’re in boston, and–and keep coming to my house after midnight with take out just because i don’t wanna be alone working on assignments,” he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with a solemn look, so you keep going.

“i can’t take the sorry fucking look chris keeps giving me when i’m walking out of your room, it hurts, matt,”

he steps forward finally, trying to make up for more than the physical space that separates you, “no, c’mon, just–just come back to the table. i’ll stay at yours tonight and we’ll talk about this,”

you hold back a scoff at the irony of him mentioning he’ll stay over, “i need an answer now.” you tell him. he’s gone back to standing a few feet away from you, not touching you anymore.

“an answer for what?”

“can you commit to this now? to me?” you feel like you’re pleading with him and you hate how desperate it is.

“we aren’t having this conversation in the bathroom right now, can we please just talk about it later?” matt asks.

you shake your head, “matt, we’ve been doing this for four months, i don’t wanna wait any longer, i’m not a toy.”

he stares at you, licking his lips. you stare back, suffocating in his silence. it’s all the answer you need.

“i’m gonna go,” you mutter, “tell your parents it was really nice to meet them, and that i’m sorry for leaving,” you add, looking away when you walk passed him to open the door.

you leave the restaurant and call an uber, hardly sparing a glance in the direction of his family’s table on your way out.

“is y/n okay?” jimmy asks when matt comes back alone.

matt shoves a hand into his hair to push it back, not meeting anybody’s eyes, “she went home, she wasn’t feeling good”

“and you didn’t offer to take her?” marylou scolds, sure she raised her son better than that.

“she didn’t want me to,” matt admits, defeated.

nick and chris share a look, knowing that isn’t the whole truth, or really the truth at all.

—

a few days later, after their parents had gone back to boston, matt’s shuffling into nick’s bedroom, where him and chris are laying on the bed on their phones.

matt looks a mess, hair wild and eyes sunken in. he’s been in his bedroom all day, blinds drawn and door latched shut

nick thinks he’s wearing a hoodie of yours, the faded smell of your perfume lingering when his brother walks in.

“…you okay?” nick asks, glancing up from his phone.

matt shakes his head and sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes with his fists, “i feel like fucking shit,” he admits, still looking down, “i hate that i hurt her,” he tells the two, as if his brothers weren’t already acutely aware, “i was trying so hard to keep from hurting her and i fucking did it anyway,” they wait for matt to finish, knowing he has a little more to say, “i was so fucking scared of making things offical that i lost her all together, she’s never gonna talk to me again,”

nick sighs and looks over at chris, the two of them sharing a sympathetic look before he moves forward and puts his arm around matt, who slumps against his shoulder, “that's not true,” nick says, “she probably should never talk to you again, but she’s a good person, and she’s our friend,”

“yeah, and she cares about you a lot, matt.” chris adds, sitting on the matt’s other side.

matt groans and covers his face, “i know, and that’s what sucks,” he wipes his palms over his face, “god, why was i so fucking stupid?”

“because you really like her,” chris offers, “and you’re gonna try and make it up to her…right?”

matt sits back up, staring at the wall, “i dunno, i want to, i don’t…” he takes a deep breath, willing the pit in his stomach to go away, “i’m more afraid of losing her all together than i was of any of that other shit, but i don’t know how to fix…this,” he says, dejected.

nick perks up, because he’s never seen matt half as lively as he is when he’s with you, or talking about you. he’s pretty sure matt was on his way to falling in love with you (if he hasn’t already) and refuses to let him lose hope,“i have an idea,” he says.

matt looks at his brother, desperate. the circles under his eyes a shade too dark, his cheeks sunken in, his lips chapped. nick continues.

“we’ll need waffles.”

—

it’s been over a week and a half since you walked out of the restaurant, and since you’d spoken to matt. nick’s been messaging you, asking if you’re okay and telling you he’s there for you. there’s been a bit of him telling you how stupid matt is, which you’d agreed with solemnly.

nick’s messaging you now. you’re posted up at your kitchen table trying to review for one of your exams, but more so warding off another wave of tears, pressing your fingertips into your eyes.

you pick up your phone to answer the message nick had sent, something about a sleepover at your place this weekend and a promise of a hannah montana binge, but there’s a knock at your door. you’re confused at first, wondering who’s at your door this late.

“did you order food?” you ask your roommate as you get up, looking in through the crack of her barely opened door. her headphones are on and she's hunched over a textbook with a highlighter, oblivious to any visitors.

your heartbeat speeds up a little bit as you begin to think about who’s on the other side. with a huff you look through the peephole, met with a slightly distorted image of matt anxiously shifting his weight from foot to foot.

he keeps looking down the hallway and biting the inside of his cheek. he’s holding something. a paper bag in one hand and a bouquet of delicately wrapped flowers in the other.

you turn the lock, hand shaking a little bit as the door swings open. he whips his head from where he was looking down the hall to the now open door, your eyes locking immediately.

“matt,” you whisper, not even meaning to say it.

he stares at you for a second, seemingly forgetting any words he would have said for a second before holding up the bag.

“i brought waffles.”

—

“please let me in,” he says breathlessly, as if he was holding his breath waiting for you to open the door. “i know i probably don’t deserve a chance, and you probably don’t wanna hear me out, but…but please,” he licks his lips, grip tightening on the stems of the flowers, (you didn’t think he was listening when you told him your favourites all those months ago) “i miss you,” it’s quiet, the way he says it. he’s pleading with you.

there’s an ache in your chest, you’re trying not to mistake his tenderness for pity. and yet you still find yourself letting him in.

“okay,” it takes so little convincing. you missed him too.

there’s little talking at first, mostly just you and matt grabbing plates down and dishing yourselves out. he went to your favourite diner, because of course he did. the waffles are still warm and are making your kitchen smells like butter and sausage. you move your books and laptop out of the way to make room for the two of you to sit, elbows touching when you start to eat.

you’re half way through your first waffle when matt speaks up. you could feel him staring, his body half turned towards you in his chair. some of your hair falls into your face and his finger twitches before you tuck it away. all he wants to do it touch you. hold you, kiss you, anything. he’s such a jerk.

“i’m sorry,”

you freeze for a second, still facing away from him. after you finish chewing you set your fork down and turn slowly, finally looking him in the eyes. the blue has grown a shade too dark, melancholic.

“for what?” you ask stupidly, just needing to know how he’s felt about it all.

“fuck, everything?” he says, forcefully pushing his hair away from his eyes.

you shake your head and turn back to your plate.

“y/n,” he sighs, “c’mon look at me,”

you do, but it hurts.

“i’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant, and i’m sorry things got so out of hand and–and that…this went on for so long,” he gestures between the two of you, fixing his wild hair again.

“this?” you ask, voice breaking, thinking the worst, that he regrets it all, that it’s over. it’s really over.

“this stupid fucking dance we’ve been doing for four months, it’s crazy. it was always crazy.”

you huff, probably a little bit too dramatically as you shift to face him fully, “matt, what are you saying?”

“i’m saying that i like you! and it was so stupid to fucking…dilute that becuase i was scared or some shit,” the latter end of his sentence loses volume, he’s getting shy again.

“but–but you just wanted to be casual–” you start, looking down at your crossed legs.

“no, i never wanted to be fucking casual, i was just…. fuck i was just scared.” he says around a mouthful of waffle. the air smells like syrup.

“i wanna be with you all the time, i like you so much– i just– at first i didn’t want things to be weird between us, which is why i thought a relationship was the wrong idea, but then we started…doing relationship things and it only got better.” he starts, messing with his hair and pushing his food around his plate, “after i stopped being so afraid of that i just, i got scared of another thing,” he finally looks up at you, eyes a little sad, a little heavy.

you can tell that he knows how he’s made you feel, and despite that you hate that he’s sad. you never want him to be sad.

matt continues, “i’d hate for you to get hurt because of my fans, and i knew it was gonna be hard to keep things private, to keep things…ours. i thought that was something i didn't wanna do or i wasn't ready for but…” he sighs, cutting himself off and taking in another big breath. you want to reach out and rub his back, knowing he’s anxious and just trying to calm himself down.

“you being mad at me i can deal with,” he starts again, “you being mad, or–or upset because of me, is harder to handle, but fuck, not having you at all? that's worse than anything else we’d have to face,” he looks up, dead into your eyes to make sure you understand the weight of what he’s about to say, “together.”

“matt…” you whisper. you’ve forgotten about the food. it’s getting cold but it doesn’t matter.

he shakes his head before meeting your eyes again, “i’d rather go through all that bullshit with you than go through nothing without you,” he sounds so sincere that you think your heart skips a beat.

“what are you—”

“i wanna do this. for real.” he nods once, watching you closely.

“do you mean that?” he hates how doubtful you sound and he hates that he’s the one to have put all that doubt there. he thinks you might cry.

“y–yeah of course i mean it. i should have said it a long time ago, and if it makes you feel any better nick’s been giving me shit for like, two months, and i think chris wanted to beat me up last week.” he offers you half a smile, hoping you’ll give one back.

instead you breathe out laugh. he basks in it.

“i want you to be my girlfriend,” you’re looking down again and your hair falls from it’s place behind your ear. he doesn’t stop himself this time, nimble, ring adorned finger pushing it back, “i wanna be your boyfriend,”

you look up at him, studying his face for a second before you speak. he looks tired and a little worn, like he’s been thinking too much and too hard and worrying even more.

“yeah?” you finally say.

matt smiles at you. he has such a pretty smile.

“yeah.” he nods, smiling now.

“so we’re not just casual?”

matt scoffs out a laugh and stands. you stand too and he wraps his arms around you, tucking his chin atop your head when your arms go over his shoulders. he kisses your hair and breathes you in, the lingering scent of your shampoo and your perfume and you. it’s all over his clothes and his sheets, but nothing beats having you in his arms again.

“we were never just causal,” he assures you, as if you didn’t know.

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callsign-swan · 14 days ago

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Into The Maw Of The Beast

Chapter Three

The beast comes to collect a girl from your village every year. When you are chosen, you don't realise that the beast is a man. A man under a curse that only you can break.

A beauty and the beast retelling

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six

Your pillow moved. It was the strangest sensation, like somebody was pushing you to a sitting position from beneath.

You opened your eyes and looked around. Nobody was in your room with you, just the house waking you up.

“What is it?” You asked the castle.

Your door opened and shut, like it was waving at you. You slipped from the bed and walked over to the door.

It was incredible, the way the castle communicated. No words, just gestures. Moving a door like a 'come hither' motion. Candles lighting to lead the way. Magic truly was fascinating.

You walked out of the room and followed the steadily lighting candles down the hall. The castle led you down the stairs, your every movement silent against the carpet, your hands holding the skirt of your nightgown against your body.

"Where are we going?" You wondered out loud as the castle led you down the same halls Charles had taken you down just earlier in the day.

The kitchen doors opened and shut, waving to you. You strode forward and stepped through the doors.

The kitchens were alive. Well, more alive than you'd seen it thus far. Lights on, the smell of good food, and lively chatter. This wasn't the castle of the beast.

One man sat at the table, an instrument in hand. He pushed his blonde hair away from his eyes as he talked to the man cooking. Shorter, dark hair and dark eyes. But he was pretty. He was so damn pretty.

The cupboards opened and shut in a rhythmic manner.

Both men stopped their chatter. They turned towards you, surprise on both of their faces. But then the blonde smiled. "She said she was bringing somebody to meet us!" He cried and patted the table.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You speak to the castle?" You asked him, stepping closer. But you were still conscious that you were interrupting something, An intimate moment between men who considered each other friend.

"He thinks he speaks to the castle," said the dark haired man by the cooker. "She communicates to us, in her own way. She told us that we needed to cook, so we started cooking."

You looked between the two of them. There was already some food on the table, steam rising from the dishes. "I feel like I'm interrupting something," you confessed, your grip on your skirt tightening.

"Come off it," the blonde said, putting his instrument down. "None of us can taste anything, so Yuki did this all for you," he said and gestured to the seat opposite him. "Come, sit down."

The chair moved on it's own accord, inviting you to the table. You stepped forward and sat in the chair. But it still felt uncomfortable, being the only one to eat.

You gave them your name, a polite introduction. They introduced themselves back. Liam and Yuki. Human. Just like Charles, you thought them to be utterly human. But you knew better than that.

"Why can you not eat?" You asked, leaning forward. Your stomach made a noise, but you didn't yet reach for the steaming dishes.

Liam shrugged his shoulders. "Can't eat. Can't sleep. Can't die. Can't age," he mumbled, letting his instrument rest against the wall behind him. "Can't leave this fucking castle."

"What he means to say is that food tastes like shit to us. We don't need to rest and we've been alive a hundred years, never growing old," Yuki finished.

Reaching across the table, Liam pushed one of the dishes towards you. "Eat up," he said.

You obeyed. Your stomach quietened as you began eating. The aroma of the food, the taste of it was incredible. Like nothing you'd eaten in the years living in the village. If this was the treatment 'guests' of the beast got, why did they ever want to leave?

You released a noise from your lips, an embarrassing, broken moan. "This is incredible," you mumbled, settling back in your seat.

"Glad you think so," Yuki said, placing the final dish down and sitting between yourself and Liam. "When the master said you weren't coming down for dinner, I didn't think I'd get to cook tonight."

You sucked in a steadying breath. Eat don't. I don't care. That was what he had said. "I didn't think he would allow you to cook for me," you confessed as you grabbed another disk. Just to taste what else Yuki had to offer.

"What did you do to piss him off?" Liam asked.

You thought back to the library. He seemed to get angry so quickly all because... what? You had been staring at him, at his. Pulling your lips between your teeth, you tried not to smile. "I was staring at his horns," you confessed.

"That will do it," Yuki replied, his voice no more than a mutter.

"He's very sensitive about those."

You looked between the two men. "I gathered."

Yuki and Liam made themselves easy to talk to. They answered any questions you had, but the conversation was much more than just about the magic. You understood it better now. You understood how the curse worked, how it came about, what it meant for the men who had once been part of the castle staff.

But not even they understood what happened to Max. The transformation he undertook, the beast he became.

At least now you understood why he was sensitive about his horns.

But the evening became night and you grew more and more tired. Hunger and the castle was no longer going to keep you awake, not now that your belly was full.

"I should retire," you said to the two men.

Liam and Yuki rolled their eyes. "Must be nice," one of them said, but you couldn't tell which one. Both of their grins told you all you needed to know about the statement, pulled your own smile from your lips.

"Sleep tight," Yuki called as you disappeared out of the door.

Immediately, the sconces lit up, guiding you back towards your bedroom. "That was very kind of you," you said to the castle as you walked back, your voice little more than a whisper. "I was starving."

The castle gave no response, no indication that she had heard you at all. But you knew she had, you knew she understood your gratitude.

Entering your bedroom, you carefully shut the door and sat on your bed. The candle by your bedside lit up as you climbed beneath your blanket.

***

"Show me her."

Max was getting sick of that phrase. His mirror should've shown him you every time he picked it up.

But it glowed bright before you appeared. You, sitting in the castle kitchens, indulging in the food made for you by his chef. Good food, he remembered from well over a hundred years ago. If he still got hungry, if he still had the ability to taste, he would have been salivating at the sight.

But it wasn't the food he cared about.

It was you.

You, laughing and smiling with two of his old staff. Even had they explained the curse to you, your expression didn't drop. You weren't disgusted and scared the more you learnt about it, about him. No, you were fascinated.

Just as he was fascinated with you. He watched the way you walked back to the room, talking to his castle all the while. His castle, the cursed being it was, truly liked you.

More than liked you. The castle cared for you.

He put the mirror down as pain filled him, as it did every other night. He took off his clothes, stripped down to nothing before the change destroyed them. That was a trick he had learnt in the early days of the curse.

Fur sprouted on his body. His nails and teeth elongated into tusks and claws. Even his ears changed, becoming furry and pointed, like that of an animal.

Only his eyes, horns and tails remained the same.

He became the monster you so feared. The monster you would one day love, if his mirror wasn't lying.

That wasn't a fate he wanted for you.

Abandoning his mirror, Max walked. It was easier to walk on all fours, his conformation preferring it. He really was a monster, a beast. An animal.

He stalked through the halls of his castle. The lights flickered off as he did so, dimming the world around him. But his eyes allowed him to see.

He walked past your room, his footfall heavy. Heavy enough to wake you, if he wanted it to be. But he didn't want it to be.

Show me her. He didn't have to say it for the castle to know what he wanted. Your door slowly swung open, the hinges making an effort not to make a sound, not to squeak with it's movements.

He could see you. Your head against the pillow, blanket covering your body.

The castle was cold. Freezing cold. During the day it was gorgeously warm, not boiling, but not creating cold in the shade. But at night, there was no warmth to be found. The castle tried. She really tried, but there was little she could do.

He stepped into your room.

You had to be cold. You didn't shiver, like your body wasn't awake enough for it. But Max knew what he would find if he touched you. Skin like ice.

The cupboard in the wall, disguised to look like nothing more than a pattern in the wood, opened. On his hind legs, Max pulled out a blanket. He could still walk and talk like a man in his beast form, but he found it more comfortable on all fours and his voice was gravelly.

He was gentle with the blanket, stopping his claws from tearing through it. He laid it over your body and you immediately seemed to settle. Your body relaxed as you subconsciously grabbed the blanket and tugged it closer.

Max left your room and the door shut silently. He continued on through the castle. It was a lonely, boring existence, being the beast of the castle. His old staff avoided him and Max understood why.

It was his fault, afterall.

His fault that they had all been cursed, his fault they could never live their lives. Their families had ages and died, leaving them behind over a hundred years ago. More than that, he suspected, but it was hard to remember.

The village just beyond the castle was alive. It always was a night after he took someone that the celebrations began. Before you entered his castle, you would have joined in with the celebrations. Another year of being free from him.

But now you weren't free from him. You were in his clutches, never to leave until you died. Either by his hand or your own.

Just a few days until he lost you.

Max watched the sunrise. Tomorrow he would have to face you as this monster. He didn't want to watch you flinch away from him when you saw his face. The way you stared at his horns. You would hate the rest of him, he knew. You would scream and cry and cower in fear at the sight of his claws and teeth.

The sunrise was beautiful. It was always beautiful. Every morning, the sky going from black to orange to blue. His kingdom was beautiful, even if it wasn't really his anymore.

He looked down, watched as Charles completed his morning ritual. He stretched before he ran towards the castle gates. But he could get no further than that, his body just stopping, unable to go forward. "Fuck!" He shouted.

Hundreds of years of this. Hundreds of years of watching Charles try to leave, unable to.

Were you awake yet? You would be able to leave. You would be able to walk out of the castle gates, no problem. You wouldn't be held back by some invisible force.

A stabbing feeling shot through his chest as he thought about you leaving. But he knew what it was like to be trapped. You shouldn't have to feel that way.

He had to let you go.

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curawrites · 2 months ago

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Bonded

Ridoc Gamlyn x fem!markedone!Reader

Warnings: Fourth Wing spoilers, Iron Flame spoilers, a little angst I guess, fluff, smut, cursing, dry humping, p in v sex, cumming inside.

Note: Sorry for the late post! Exam season has been kicking my ass and figuring the plot of these fics has been a bit tricky! I decided to include a little bonus that I wrote this for this story initially but didn’t end up working so enjoy! 💚

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You had always imagined that you would've been the kind of cadet to party when you finally graduated. But nothing felt worthy of a celebration after what happened at Resson. The deaths of Liam and Solei had scarred you deeply. They had been some of your closest friends along with Garrick, Bodhi, Imogen, and Xaden.

Losing them had put into perspective how much you were going to miss the remaining friends you had now that you would all be separated.

While Imogen and Bohdi would be staying at Basgaith for their third year, Xaden and Garrick would be deployed to their assigned outpost in Samara, as would you, except your outpost was in Athbyne.

Your summer was spent with them all of course, but you did prioritize spending time with Bodhi and Imogen more. Unlike Garrick and Xaden who you'd be seeing for your weapon smuggling endeavors, visiting the quadrant to see the former two was out of the question.

At least that's what you had thought.

It seemed that witnessing Deigh's death had caused your dragon Iskra, a beautiful red female morningstartail, to realize how fleeting a dragon's life could be.

In the many centuries that she had been alive, she had never taken a mate, until now.

You should have been happy for her, excited even and you were, truly. But her choice of mate only left you with questions..

“Remind me again why you decided to become mates with Aotrom..? He’s a fucking idiot of a dragon..” You sighed heavily in your mind.

Iskra lets out a sound that could be interpreted as a purr through the bond, “He makes me laugh.” She replied, her tone dripping with warmth as she watched Aotrom do some sort of mating dance for her.

You smacked your face into your palm with a loud groan.

Not only had she chosen an idiot for a mate, she had also tied you to his idiot rider, Ridoc.

Its not like you were completely unaware of his existence prior to your dragons mating. But back then he was simply another bed hopping first year that wasn't worth any of your time.

And now he was your... Fuck buddy? Lover?? You didn’t really know. It was complicated to say the least.

You were well aware that you had grown rather fond of Ridoc as the result of the bond, as did he towards you. Your relationship had even progressed beyond the point of meaningless sex and it scared you.

The secrets that you kept from him were far from simple. Not only were you hiding the fact that you were apart of the revolution, and that you've been smuggling weapons along side Xaden and Garrick to flyers so they could fight the venin, but you also had a second signet.

Startling you out of your trance, Ridoc had slithered his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind.

He pulled you in close as he tucked your head under his chin, comfortably resting his own on top of yours, “And they say romance is dead.” He scoffed as he observed the scene before him.

You watched as Iskra walked to Aotrom’s side, dragging her tail under his chin in a soft caress as she eyed him hungrily. They must have been communicating through their bond, because before you knew it both dragons had taken off and were flying in the direction of the vale.

You shook your head in disbelief, "I can't believe that dance actually worked on her.." you sighed.

He only hummed in response as his arms tightened around you, “I missed you.” he said affectionately through your bond.

A blush crept up your cheeks, “I missed you too..” you grumbled, letting yourself bask in his embrace.

A grin spread onto his face as he lowered his head to your shoulder, “Awww your blushing, Y/n/n.~” he teased.

You throw him a glare from over your shoulder, “Don’t push it or I’m not staying with you this weekend.” You warned playfully.

He gasped dramatically, “You wouldn’t dare!”

You eyed him mischievously, “Oh but I would! Bodhi and Imogen have been begging me to go out with them so maybe I’ll do just that!” You smirked.

He rolled his eyes, “As if- You literally only spend your time here with them and Xaden if he’s here! It’s my turn.” He whined.

A soft sigh left your lips, “Well when two of your friend dies tragically you kinda want to spend as much time as you can with the others.” You tried to joke but it fell flat.

Ridoc looked at you with a saddened gaze, “Y/n, I didn’t know that was the reason..” He mumbled.

You blinked at him a few times before looking towards the ground, “Well I never really told you.. Anyways take me to your dorm already I'm dying to get out these flight leathers.” You huffed.

A grin returned to his face, “With pleasure.~” he teased.

“Gods Y/n/n.. please never stop wearing those nightgowns.” Ridoc muttered as he watched you brush out your damp hair.

After taking a quick shower, you had slipped into a short, gauzy, blue, lace trimmed nightgown you had bought off of a flyer during one of your weapon drops.

You glanced towards him, “You like em?” You asked, knowing very well the answer.

He nodded as he sat up from his previously laying position, “You have no idea how much I love them. I would literally give you money to buy more.” He said as he watched you braid your hair.

That made you snort, “I’d have to find time to go buy more.” You sigh quietly before walking towards his bed.

Ridoc pulled you into his lap, “The next time I’m in Athbyne we can go together. Then I get to pick out whatever I want.~” his hands found their way under the gauzy material.

Your cheeks warmed, “Mmm..~ That would be fun but I can’t have you leaving the outpost. The General would have my head if more cadets end up in danger near the border.” You say as you dragged your hands down his chest to his abdomen.

The excuse wasn’t a complete lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

A groan left his lips as he caressed your bare hips and ass, “You’re not wearing panties..~” he said huskily through the bond.

Your eyes meet his lustful gaze as a smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth, “I’m not wearing anything but this nightgown.~” you purred as your hips shifted against his growing erection.

His hands immediately traveled upwards to cup your tits, “Spoiling me tonight now are you?~” he grinned as he groped and squeezed your mounds.

Heat began to pool in your core as his hips moved against yours, “I’m just really in the mood..~” you bit back a moan.

Ridoc let his hands return to your hips as he guided them to grind against his, “I can tell by the way you’re soaking my briefs..~” he sat up and pulled you into a kiss.

Your lips melded against his as your fingers grasped at the elastic of his underwear. “I want them off. Now.~” you demand.

He smirked into the kiss, "You're so needy for me.~" he teased, nipping at your bottom lip.

You shoot him a flustered glare, "Don't even start.~" you huffed as you tried to hold yourself still against his moving hips.

The grip he had on your hips relaxed as he stopped grinding against you, "Fine, fine, fine.~" he rolled his eyes playfully as he let you sit up and away from his lap.

Your entire face flushed the second you saw the wet spot that stained the front of his briefs. Gods you had no idea you made such a mess. Before you could focus to hard on it, Ridoc was pushing his underwear down his thighs.

When you heard the thump of his underwear hitting the floor you couldn't stop yourself from sitting in his lap again.

A soft gasp left his lips as he felt your bare pussy press against his errection, "Eager now are you?~" he teased as his hands slipped under you nightgown again to caress your hips.

His touch made you shiver, "It took you long enough.~" you grumbled as you began to grind against him.

Ridoc groaned lowly, "Its not my fault that you're so needy tonight..~" he huffed as he guided your hips into a rhythm with his.

You leaned forward and kissed him passionately, "Shut up..~" you whined through your bond.

He smirked against your lips, "Never.~" he said defiantly.

Eventually you pulled away, panting softly as you pushed him down on the bed, "I need you..~" you muttered.

His cock twitched from how dominant you were being, "Need me how?~" he asked grinning.

Your hands plant themselves firmly on his chest as you rise to your knees, "Inside... I need you inside..~" you sigh as you hovered over his lap.

Not wanting to keep you or himself waiting, Ridoc reached under you to line his tip to your fluttering hole.

Slowly, you sink down the length of his cock, sighing softly as your pussy stretched around him, "Gods Ridoc..~" you muttered as he held you flush against him.

He held your hips firmly as he adjusted to the feeling of your walls squeezing around him tightly, "Fuck you feel so good..~" he sighed.

Using his chest as leverage, you begin to move on top of him, rolling your hips against his as you bounced yourself on his cock.

A breathy moan left your lips when you roll your hips just right, making his cock press against your g-spot, "Oh my gods.. that feels amazing..~" you pant as you rode him harder, chasing the pleasure that pulsed in your core.

Ridoc couldn't stop himself from moaning lowly as he thrusted up into you, "You're so wet and tight.. fuck!~" he muttered as your arousal pooled at the base of his cock.

Your thighs burned as you tried to keep up with the pace you had set, the tingling sensation eventually turned into numbness which spread down the rest of your legs. "N-no..~" you whimpered as you loss your rhythm, making your hips stutter to a stop.

Without you even asking, Ridoc planted his feet against the matress. "I got you Y/n/n..~" he panted as he continued to thrust into you, the hands that held your hips moved you against him.

Sweat dripped down your back as you sat up straighter in an attempt to relieve some of the strain on your legs.

Feeling the fabric of your nightgown sticking to your skin, you tore your hands away from his chest and pull the garment off, leaving you completely naked on top of him.

His cock twitched at the sight of your bouncing breasts, "Fuck you're so hot.~" he groaned as he thrusted up into you harder.

Moans tumbled freely from your lips as he kept pounding right into your g-spot, "Don't stop!~ Feels so good..!~" you beg as you felt your orgasm rapidly build in your gut.

Ridoc looked up to meet your half lidded gaze, "Are you close?~" he asked huskily through the bond.

Your pussy clenched at the sound of his voice, "Yes.. I'm-I-" you stuttered as his thumb rubbed your clit. "Gods.. I'm gonna cum..!~" you whined before throwing your head back as your eyes fluttered shut.

A loud whiney moan tore itself as your climax hit you full force, making your core tingle as pleasure wracked your entire body.

Your hips twitched and bucked against his thumb as he kept rubbing the sensitive bud. "Ridoc please..~" your eyes opened again, meeting his desperate gaze.

The sensation of your pussy fluttering and squeezing him tightly was tarting to become to much, "Oh fuck Y/n..~ You feel way to fucking good..~" he glanced to where you bodies met.

Your release had pooled at the base of his cock, forming a white ring as he kept thrusting inside of you.

He groaned as the sight pushed him over the edge, "I cant.. Fuck I'm cumming..!~" his thrust quickened messily.

Ridoc moaned lowly as he cummed into you, holding you firmly down on his lap as he panted.

Only the sounds of your labored breathing could be herd in his dorm as you both came down from your highs.

Eventually, you were the first to move, carefully removing yourself from his lap before sitting down beside him.

He propped himself up on his elbows as he turned his attention to you, "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing you were rubbing your hands over your stretched out legs.

A breathy laugh left your lips, "I'm just trying to regain feeling in my legs." you said before your eyes met his, "What about you, are you okay?" you flipped the question back on him.

Ridoc smiled softly, "I'm all good, Y/n/n.” He said as he stood up, “I’m just going to go get us something to clean up with, okay? I’ll be right back." he said as he handed you your night gown.

You took the garnement from him and slipped it back on, “Alright, thank you..” you said quietly before he walked off.

He was barely even gone for a minute before he returned with a warm, damp rag in his hand.

A breathy yawn slipped past your lips before you spoke, “That was quick..” you mumbled as you parted your legs for him.

Ridoc carefully cleaned his cum from your thighs and pussy before wiping whatever was left of his soften cock.

While you got yourself comfortable under the covers of his bed, he busied himself with putting his underwear back on and throwing the rag into his pile of dirty laundry.

Once done with that, he joined you under the covers and cuddled you from behind before pressing a soft kiss to your rebellion relic covered neck.

He nuzzled his nose against the marked skin gently before sighing contently, "Goodnight.." he muttered as he closed his eyes.

Your cheeks warmed, “Goodnight..” you whispered back quietly.

While the sweet gestures gave you butterflies, they also made your gut churn with guilt as you were reminded of all that you hid from him..

Bonus! (I couldn’t help but use the ShxtsNGigs podast “Do you miss me when I’m not around?” conversation as inspo for dialogue lol!)💚

After a long eventful week you were finally able to get some well needed rest. You were exhausted to say the least, both mentally and physically. Not only was your entire body aching from all the flying you'd done, but you were unfortunately forced to fight some fliers during one of your patrols. It killed you on the inside but you couldn't risk outing yourself as traitor to your fellow lieutenants.

By the time you had finally made it to your barrack, all you could think about was getting out of your flight leathers as fast as possible and going to sleep.

Using the last bit of your energy to open the door, you were finally able to gaze upon the one thing you craved most. Your bed.

But it wasn’t empty.

In it laid a shirtless Ridoc Gamlyn, comfortably tucked under your blankets, playing around with the wooden dragons Liam had made you.

A groan left your lips, “I forgot that you were coming here this weekend.” You sighed as you stepped into your barrack.

Ridoc set down the figurines on your night stand before he sat up in your bed, “I sure didn’t, been looking forward to it all week since I didn’t even see you last weekend.” He grinned as he watched you undress.

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t know that I had to see you every time and since you’re probably wondering, I hung out with Bodhi an-“

Ridoc interrupted you as he scoffed, “First of all.. you’ve been spending a lot of time with Bodhi and I feel.. left out.” He admitted.

Your head turned swiftly in his direction, “What? I can’t hang out with my friend? I literally see you every weekend, Ridoc!!” You cried out.

“Yeah for the dragons! You only come to Basgaith because they can’t be apart!” He shouted.

You chuck your flight leathers to the side angrily, “You come here for them too you idiot!” You yelled.

Ignoring your point he continued, “If our dragons weren’t bonded you wouldn’t come see me every weekend!” He retorted.

Your hands ran down your face in exasperation, “I literally wouldn’t be able to! Not to mention this-“ you gesture between yourself and him, "Would have never-"

Before you could finish your sentence he cut you off again, “Do you miss me when I’m not around?” He asked rather randomly.

You stared at him in complete disbelief as you tried to figure out if he was actually being genuine or not, “What do you even mean by that?” You chuckled awkwardly.

He let out a frustrated groan, “When it’s Friday and you’re seeing me in the evening do you think ‘Can’t wait to see Ridoc’? Or do you roll your eyes and say ‘Ridoc is arriving tonight’?” He stared at you expectantly.

You take a minute to actually think about it before answering, “It depends-“ You admit.

Ridoc gasped loudly as a smirk slowly spread across his face.

Panic quickly set in as you realized what you said, “Wait- wait! Let me answer! Let me answer!! Let me answer!!!” You wave your hands around wildly.

Ridoc laughed, “Y/n!! I’m asking you if you miss me when I’m not around!!” He whined.

Your eyes roll dramatically. “You’re fucking ridiculous..” you sighed as you took off the remainder of your clothes before slipping into a nightgown.

After a beat of silence he sighed, “Go on then, tell me what you did with him. Gods I can’t even say his name- What did you do with him?” He asked as he laid back down and stared at the ceiling.

You shake your head in exasperation as you climbed into bed next to him, “You’re so jealous.” You teased as he dragged you into a spooning position.

Ridoc huffed, “So what if I am?” He brushed away the hair from your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers grazed your skin, “Well, if you would have let me finished you would have known that I hung out with Bodhi and Imogen.” You sassed.

He rolled his eyes, “Like that makes it any better.” He huffed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

An exasperated sigh left your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, “Goodnight, Ridoc.” you muttered as your body succumbed to its exhaustion.

You felt his lashes tickle your neck as his eyes closed, “Goodnight..” he sighed quietly.

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maybemaleksentmeasakindness · 8 months ago

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Whittling

Summary - You and Liam have an arrangement of sorts. You patch him up and he makes sure you sleep. It's fine, right? Just two pals, helping each out.

A/N - There is cursing (this is your warning). As always, these characters and places don't belong to me. This is me making up for the lack of Liam Mairi fics in the world. 2k words.

Your POV

A soft light filtered through the curtains of your room. You had watched it since the moment you’d woken up, moving across the shelf where Liam’s carving sat and toward where your toes were tucked away at the edge of the bed. You had been up for a few hours and might’ve gotten out of bed if there wasn’t a beautiful blonde man lying in your bed beside you. Instead, you settled with sitting up against the headboard.

When you’d woken up Liam was dead asleep, one arm slung half-heartedly over your middle with not much space between your bodies, considering the bed was technically only made for one person. You pondered if whoever designed the rooms considered how much time some people spent in their peer’s bed, and if they perhaps did this to try and curb that habit. You chuckled quietly, considering how Liam might simply take it upon himself to take his skills with wood and a few tools to the next level and make a larger bed frame so you both could be comfortable. But that would mean admitting that you aren’t just extra good at healing his wounds, and he wasn’t extra good at noticing your exhaustion. That he just showed up at your room at night to clean him up. That he knew you weren’t getting sleep and insisted on staying the night. Just two peers, two friends, caring for each other because a larger bed frame made feelings real. Too real.

A soft snore pulled you from your thoughts as you tugged Liam’s still sleeping form against your body, letting your fingers trace the rebellion relic around his wrist. A low groan left Liam, barely aware of the touch. Your finger traced up the mark, over his arm. It didn’t feel fair to make children suffer for their parents' choices. Liam shifted slightly, but you didn’t stop, fingers tracing higher. Liam tucked himself closer to you with another groan. Your body shook slightly with laughter.

“Good morning, Mr. Mairi,” you teased.

“You should be sleeping right now,” Liam mumbled back, eyes still closed. “And don’t call me that.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Not that you could sleep much these days. Just because you had a decent chance with a dragon and blade didn’t mean you were free of the terrors that came with it.

Liam responded by tugging you down beside him, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

A tension you didn’t know you were holding in your body seemed to ease up slightly in response before you tucked yourself closer to him, tangling your legs under the sheets. The skin of your face tingled as you felt Liam’s breath fan over it. It was warm and inviting, while giving an odd sensation. A pause, Liam’s eyes still hadn’t opened. “We could get an early breakfast,” you suggested, cutting through the silence.

“I told you I was going to help you get more sleep, and that’s what I’m doing.” Liam responded. He opened his eyes for a moment, examining you carefully.

You smiled before placing yourself closer to Liam. You wanted to say something, to fill the pause. It’s not that you completely disliked the silence but it was more time to run around in circles and for you to do something stupid like kiss him. Ask him what exactly all of this was. “Liam?”

“Mmm?” Liam hummed out in response, eyes still closed, both arms around your middle.

You chuckled slightly realizing you had nothing more to say. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to say your name.”

“Sleep,” was Liam’s only response.

It wasn’t that easy, but you would try. If not for yourself, for him. Liam was aware of the whittling he was doing with his carvings, just not the whittling he was doing to your heart. Carving out a Liam-spaced home.

Liam’s POV

Liam often wondered if there was ever a day he didn’t need something patched up if he would still show up at your door, if you would even let him in. But they were Riders in training, there would always be something to patch up. That always seemed to occupy Liam’s mind. Walking to your room at night. Sitting as you patched him up. Falling asleep next to you. Waking up next to you.

It was nearly his first thought when he woke up as you pulled him tighter against you. He groaned slightly, not feeling ready to be up, and wanting you to be asleep. Liam, too tired to actually say anything, decided just to let out a low groan. A graon meant to represent the earliness and his displeasure with you being awake. Liam felt your fingers glide up from his wrist, up his arm in intricate patterns. For just a moment he thought you were drawing a picture when he realized it wasn’t any sort of free form. You were tracing his rebellion relic again. He wondered for a few moments what it would be like to wake up in his own bed, no fingers tracing up the marking on his skin. Liam had grown so accustomed to waking up beside you. He just needed an excuse to come call on your meticulous healing skills every night. What would happen if one day he made it out without some injury to be taken care of? What then? Would he still be invited into your room, your bed? The first night you’d ever spent sharing a bed was the best night of sleep in Liam’s life.

Liam groaned at the thought of losing this opportunity to share a bed with you, preferring your warmth. He curled his body against your’s slightly, as if doing that wouldn’t let you escape, or perhaps his warmth would convince you back to sleep—–which would let him fall back asleep.

“Good morning, Mr. Mairi,” you said, a clear teasing in your voice. He hated when you called him that, like he was your superior. “And don’t call me that.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he heard you respond.

Liam let out a faint grunt before selecting that asking you nicely was going to get you to try and sleep. He pulled you down so you weren’t sitting up anymore, his body pressed to yours. Liam gently pressed his lips just under your hairline, half expecting you to complain that you didn’t need sleep and you weren’t a baby, but it didn’t come. Instead a soft silence. Liam could feel you curl up against him, tangling your legs underneath the sheets. And for a split second Liam wondered what it might be like to fall asleep, legs tangled every night with you, no need for your healing skills beforehand. Just two people needing each other to sleep. Some part of that was scary, that he had to admit that he needed you as much as you needed him. That he needed you more than just for the night, he needed you all the time––alive and kicking ass.

Your voice came echoing through Liam’s thoughts. “We could get an early breakfast.”

Liam would’ve shaken his head if you both weren’t tucked together perfectly like two puzzle pieces that would fall apart if one of them moved. “I told you I was going to help you get more sleep, and that’s what I’m doing,” he said with a huff. From a sliver of vision he could see you looking wide awake, but it was clear you needed to rest longer. He felt some relief as you smiled and managed to wiggle ever closer against him.

If there was even an ounce of alcohol in his system Liam might’ve just kissed you right then and there, but something was stopping him. What if one day you didn’t need this? What if one day Liam would be turned away after you’d patched him up? What then? What if these feelings he felt for you weren’t mutual?

“Liam?” There was your stupid, beautiful voice again, pulling him from his thoughts.

He screwed his eyes shut, knowing if he opened them he’d just stare straight at those gorgeous lips of yours. Liam needed you to both shut up and get out of his sight and to always be talking, always be in his line of sight. You were maddening. Stupidly so. Liam restrained a groan before letting out a soft, hum. He was convinced if he tried to do anything more a long trail of words would escape his mouth before it was too late.

“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to say your name.”

LIam chose to quickly mumble out, “sleep.” He paused a moment before cracking one eye open to see you had closed yours. His gaze fell to a few of the carvings he had mde for you a while ago. All of them scattered around your room. Your dragon, a small bunny placed beside each other. Liam felt you shift slightly, face tucking into his neck. His fingers tensed against your back for a split second before relaxing. He could do this. He just needed to clear his head.

“Liam?”

He looked at you before he realized he was gripping your back tighter than he meant. His eyes followed your face as you lifted your head slightly. “Oh, sorry.”

You only shook your head slightly.

Liam scanned your eyes then your lips. Your stupid, perfect, gorgeous lips. Liam swore your face got a few inches closer to his. Shit.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and Liam sat up quickly.

“I know you’d never forget about me,” Ridoc calls from the other side of the door.

Liam tenses, eyes scanning to you as you mutter a litany of curses, jumping out of your bed. Liam’s very aware of his hand resting on your lower back as long as it physically could before you were running around your room.

“Sorry! Give me a minute!” You shouted from the door before glancing at Liam. “Told Ridoc I’d study with him.”

Liam nodded before realizing he ought to get out of your bed and leave, though he knew exactly what that would look like. He watched and waited as you dressed as quickly as you could before swinging the door open.

Ridoc stood there with a shit-eating grin before trying to stop it. “Good morning, Liam. Didn’t expect to see you,” an unnecessary pause as he scanned the both of you, “here.”

You stepped out of your room, smacking Ridoc’s arm in response. He winced, acting like a wounded puppy as you pulled at his arm giving Liam the space to leave. He quickly made his way to the door, unsure how to say goodbye to you. Normally he’d happily walk out into the hallway with his arm around someone’s shoulder. But not today, not this time. You were different. He had too much emotional attachment here. Before Liam could make any more decisions you pulled him into a hug. As you both pulled away from each other he felt that tension from earlier, the moment just before Ridoc was knocking on your door. Before he could think or act on it, Ridoc was half pulling you down the hallway towards someone else’s room. Liam didn’t stand around waiting to find out who, he just briskly walked towards his own room, hearing your laughter just as the door was shut behind him.

He could still feel your warmth, see your proximity to him, feel how close he was to getting a taste of those lips. Liam shook his head. He needed to clear it.

Liam spent an hour doing that, trying to do anything and everything to get you out of his head; push-ups, bathing, studying. Nothing worked. He finally gave up, sitting down with a small piece of wood and a tool, and began to whittle away. Whittling your face from memory.

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misseviehyde · 11 days ago

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BLAME HER, NOT ME

PART 1: ASCENSION

It was Jim's curse to always be used by other people because he was too nice. He was one of life's push-overs.

As his once loving ex-girlfriend threw his bags out into the street and laughed nastily as his former best-friend pushed past him with an arrogant grin to walk inside... he was left cold and empty on the street.

"You can keep your keys loser, we've changed the locks anyway," giggled Izzy as Liam slid an arm round her waist and gave her a deep sloppy kiss.

"Mmmmh, sorry dude. Your girl is mine now. Blame her... not me. She is such a good fuck and led me astray."

"Mmmh you know I am. Take me inside and do me right now. My pussy is dripping wet having finally dumped this loser. Fuck me doggy style in the bed he used to share with me."

Laughing the evil couple headed inside slamming the door and leaving Jim standing in the street, his keys still in his hand.

Jim felt a curious mix of helplessness and rage. He had always been resigned to being too nice for his own good, but for a while with Izzy he thought he'd finally met someone who loved him. She'd turned out to be cruel and evil, just using him whilst she rebounded from her last relationship. When she'd met Liam, his hot sporty friend, sparks had flown. Now he'd lost a friend and a lover.

Blame her, not me.

That reminded him of something. Something he'd tried to resist until now.

Jim looked down at the keys in his hand. His eyes were drawn to one key different to the rest. It was made of a dull black metal and was curiously fashioned. This key opened no lock, it was a different kind of key.

This key opened up potential. Evil potential. That was why he had never used it... and yet... here it still was on his key ring. He'd always told himself he kept it because it served as a temptation to resist, a challenge to overcome. The allure of easy power and revenge took character to overcome. It took grit... but maybe there were other darker reasons he had never thrown it away.

He had been given the key two years ago by a blonde girl he had helped out of a jam at great personal cost to himself. She'd used him just like everyone else, then mocked him and taking some form of pity on him given him the key, telling him when he was finally tired of being a loser he could use the key and change his life. The key would blacken his soul... give him a new life... unlock the evil potential within him.

All he had to do was hold it in his hands and say 'loser, loser, looooser,' in a mocking tone and he would be transformed. He'd sworn he would never use it.

My pussy is dripping wet dumping this loser.

Jim felt his teeth grind and a snarl appear on his face. He was tired of being a door mat. He wanted to hurt Izzy and Liam... but he knew he wasn't strong enough to do it.

"Loser," he spat, holding the key tightly, "loser... looooser!"

Jim regretted what he'd done almost instantly... but it was too late. The key in his hand glowed and he gasped as the world spun around him and changed. No... he was the one changing and it felt amazing.

The key floated out of his hand and leapt to his neck. Instantly a black choker formed and it hung there like a dominatrixes chastity key, bouncing as his bones popped and his body writhed.

"What's uhhhh happening to meee?" wailed Jim as his body shrank and grew slimmer and more feminine shaped. Wide hips popped out and a shapely ass slowly inflated as his boys clothes hung baggy on his now feminine frame.

"Fuckkkk I feel goooood."

Soft pink lips parted in a wicked pout as Jim ripped the glasses from his face and threw them to the ground. His sneakers became black stiletto boots and with a giggle he crushed his glasses beneath them, giggling in pleasure as he heard them crunch.

His vision was perfect now... dark, wicked, hypnotic eyes gazing out on the world. He wouldn't be needing to wear those again.

Jim's stance shifted and he adopted a confident feminine posture. His other clothing began to change as he shook free his hair and felt it cascade down his shoulders and back in a elegant femme-fatale style.

A tight black corset crushed in Jim's waist and long black gloves ran down his arms. Beneath the sheer material, his short fingernails became sharp and manicured... perfect lacquered tips extending into points.

Jim purred as his hands went to his chest and he sighed in satisfaction as his chest began to swell. It felt good to feel his womanly breasts growing on his chest even as his useless dick began to slither away to nothing between his legs.

"This feels soooo much better," sniggered Jim as he stretched and felt the pull of his perfect body, toned muscles and smooth skin. He felt like a Goddess.

No... SHE felt like a Goddess.

As perfect makeup shimmered into place and the smell of expensive perfume rose from her skin, the woman who had been Jim felt her face relax into an evil bitchy expression of dominance and power.

Cruel twisted thoughts flowed through her mind as useless emotions such as kindness and helpfulness were replaced with new ideas such as selfishness and narcissism.

Genevieve smiled as she admired herself in a nearby car mirror. She was perfection personified... the very model of the evil feminine trope that no man could resist. Slender, elegant, cruel and dominant she commanded attention just by existing.

She played with the key above her perfect breasts... it was now white and pure, polarised by the transformation. If she just said the phrase no doubt she'd turn back into Jim.

She took off the key and slid it safely into her handbag.

Mistress Genevieve or Lady Genevieve would suit her very well. She needed to be spoiled, she needed to have power. But most of all she needed revenge on those who had wronged her.

Not because she cared what had happened to Jim... not because it mattered... but simply because it would be so much fun to put Izzy and Liam in their place.

Just because she could.

Laughing a rich evil laugh and winking at an embarrassed older man who she caught staring at her in lust, Goddess Genevive turned and walked with a clop of heels into her new existence as an evil manipulative bitch.

***

PART 2: REVENGE

THREE MONTHS LATER

Liam yawned lazily, stroking Izzy's long blonde hair fondly as they lay together naked and entangled. They were both sheened with sweat after another marathon fuck session. Discarded condoms lay around the room.

Liam grinned. How the fuck had Jim ever kept this insatiable bitch satisfied?

"Ughhh I should get up and get ready for work," yawned Izzy.

"Really? I thought you could do whatever you wanted now you and the business manager are in cahoots."

"Shhhh. I wish I'd never told you about that. Fiddling the accounts is kind of illegal but luckily the idiot sent me pics of his dick after being drunk at a party so now I own his ass."

She picked up a Gucci handbag. "Which has its benefits. Still I better show up and make it look like I'm working."

Liam slapped her ass and she walked off giggling heading to the shower. He opened his phone and browsed social media. He'd catch up with some news and then maybe hit the gym.

Going into his secure folder, Liam checked his Tinder profile and other sex apps almost from habit. Izzy was currently making him very happy but he still liked to play the field. After all, she'd cheated on Jim so who was to say she wouldn't betray him too?

He sighed as he thought of Jim. The guy had gone missing months ago after the break up and no one had seen him. He hoped he was okay and hadn't thrown himself off a bridge or something.

As he scrolled, he noticed he had a push notification.

Goddess Genevive? Who was that?

Opening the app, he whistled appreciatively. Wow, she was hot. Hitting subscribe he began to scroll her page....

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

Knocking nervously on the door to the hotel room, Liam checked the address again and felt his heart hammering in his chest.

He'd never done anything like this before and yet he had never been so excited. He was beginning to wonder if he was a sex addict or was just seriously fucked up. It felt like for the last three months his life had begun to spin apart.

First he'd stolen Izzy from his best mate (who no one had seen in six months now) and then he'd found himself in thrall to a woman who he had only ever met online after a chance encounter.

"Come in."

Then again had it been chance? He sometimes felt like the Goddess had been the one who had chosen him!

After 3 months of messages, edging sessions, increasing findom control and growing subservience from Liam - he was no longer sure.

Entering the hotel room, Liam felt his breath catch as he saw the Goddess waiting for him on the bed.

"Welcome slave. I've been expecting you..."

***

NINE MONTHS LATER

Liam gasped and squirmed as the ropes bit deep into his wrists and ankles. The ball gag was deep in his mouth and he could hear the wet sound of lube being squirted as Goddess Genevive got her strap on ready.

"You're making such good progress slave. You hardly ever whimper when I peg your ass anymore."

Liam gurgled as his Mistress slid her giant dildo into his ass and tears of happiness leaked from his eyes.

"But you're still holding back from me... you still need to tell me EVERYTHING about Izzy. Be a good boy and tell Goddess everything."

Liam gasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Genevive expertly massaged his balls and pounded his prostrate... he would do anything for Mistress. Anything.

****

ONE YEAR LATER

Izzy knew she was in the shit the moment she walked into her office to see the auditors.

Mr Smith - the useless bastard she had been milking for over a year now was already being led away in handcuffs.

A smart man in a suit walked over with a tight false smile.

"Ahhhh Miss Green. I'm Agent Knowles. I was wondering if we could ask you some questions about some financial irregularities we've found out about."

Izzy felt a shiver of fear up her back, yet she maintained her air of innocence. She'd taken care to shield herself from any financial trail so hopefully this wouldn't cause her any major difficulties.

She was just beginning to formulate an excuse in her mind when at that exact moment she got a message telling her to go to the ladies from an unknown number.

"Of course, but could I please just visit the restroom quickly?"

Agent Knowles hesitated... and then agreed swiftly. "I'll post an agent by the door but I guess we can allow it. You and I have a lot to discuss."

***

Walking into the washroom Izzy could feel the cold sweat of panic. How the fuck had these bastards tracked her down? She had been careful hadn't she?

"Hello Izzy."

Another woman, absolutely gorgeous and stylish was doing her makeup in the mirror. Izzy looked at her curiously.

"Sorry... do I know you?"

Genevive grinned like a predator as she regarded Izzy. "I guess not. Not anymore. Listen, we don't have much time. The only way out of this building is either in their custody... or by doing exactly what I say."

Izzy blinked in surprise.

"Sorry... I don't know what..."

Genevive grinned as she tossed a paper dossier onto the basin counter. It was thick and comprehensive.

"Take a look if you want. It's a copy of the one I sent to the authorities. Dates... times... places.... payments. You're fucked."

Izzy's mouth dropped open as she flicked through. How the fuck could this woman know any of this? Only Liam had known... what was going on?

"No... this is... you've got everything."

Genevive laughed. "That's right. I do. I know everything. You're finished. Unless..."

Genevive smirked as she tossed Izzy a white key. "There is one way you can leave here. One way you can escape prison... you just have to do exactly as I tell you..."

***

TWO YEARS LATER

Ian bowed his head as he presented Goddess Genevive with her dinner.

It was over a year since he'd used the key to escape punishment and transformed into a weak willed sub for Goddess. Since that day he had served his Goddess faithfully... alongside Liam. The two of them were broken slaves, and they would never be free.

Watching her two slave boys simp for her, Genevive felt a thrill of delicious power. She'd more than had her revenge on these losers and all was right with the word. Being an evi bitch felt delicious.

Dressed in exotic red lingerie like some Empress of old she lorded it over her slaves... her every wish for vengeance and dominance complete.

Goddess Genevive laughed as she thought of all she'd achieved. "Don't blame me... blame Jim..." she laughed as she began preparing to torture her two favourite slaves once again.

Why did it feel so good to be so fucking evil?

Genevive was never turning back into Jim. Her vengeance was complete and she had everything she could have ever wanted. The key was long gone and so was any chance of Jim returning.

Blame her.

Blame her for everything.

THE END

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omegaworld · 3 months ago

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Liam Mairi x reader [Fourth Wing] - OneShot

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Word count: 6.5k

summary: Since the first day, Y/n had been attracted to Liam, but would those feelings be able to resist the secrets he keeps? Author's note: Spoiler for the ending of FourthWing, I've only finished the first book in the series so this story doesn't contain spoilers for events in the next books. I couldn't accept Liam's ending so I had to do something for him. Spoiler: A happy ending for our Liam!

"If you keep looking at him like that in no time there won't be anyone who doesn't know," says Leah. Y/n chokes on her friend's comment and attracts a few glances that make her shift her focus from Liam to her breakfast.

She couldn't help it, as much as she wanted to keep her crush on Liam a secret whenever he entered a room her eyes were immediately drawn to him. She watches his smile and the way his blond curls fall slightly over his eyes when he's focused on carving another one of his figurines-

Leah's elbow to her rib interrupts his thoughts and tells her that she was looking at him again.

He probably didn't even remember her anymore, but Y/n had no way of forgetting him.

___

As she crossed the parapet, Y/n mentally cursed herself, it was already the second time that her boots had almost caused her to slip to her death, the rain had worsened the grip of the flat soles and the wind had worsened the unbalance caused by them.

"Fuck" Y/n shouts in a whisper lost in the wind. She looks back and sees that she is still a good distance from the person behind her. Stopping and trying to stabilize herself, she begins to remove her boots.

She was already standing on just one bare foot removing the second boot when a gust of wind knocked off her balance. Y/n felt herself falling with the wind and a terrifying feeling that told her it was the end ran through her like a wave of energy, but to her surprise, her unbalance was interrupted when a pair of strong hands held her in place by the waist. Watching her boot fall into the fog, Y/n took a deep breath and turned to catch a glimpse of her savior. He was a tall boy, with blond hair that formed beautiful curls and adorned his face in perfect harmony with his beautiful blue eyes. A relic of rebellion that emerged from under his shirt and covered his neck caught Y/n's attention.

"Are you okay?"

Of course, his voice had to be just as beautiful. Y/n takes a second to fully realize the situation and to look away from the relic on his neck before nodding positively.

"The boots-"

"Flat sole, I get it. Can you go on?" He asks in a strong tone, but one that makes her heart flutter.

Y/n notices him looking down at her now-bare feet and glancing at the boot left in her hand, she decides to let it go, letting it fall into the fog to perhaps meet up with the one that had fallen earlier. They would get new boots when they got to the other side anyway and those were useless, especially just one.

Taking a deep breath to catch her breath, Y/n nods "Yes, thank you".

Carefully Y/n starts to move forward, the lack of boots helps her to feel where she might or might not slip and in a way improves her grip. She could feel the boy move away from her a little, but his hands remained like ghosts on her waist. Didn't he need them for balance?

With her arms outstretched to keep her balance, she calculates each step, but this doesn't stop her from putting her foot in a puddle and slipping. Fortunately, the blonde's phantom hands immediately stop being phantoms and hold her firmly in place, once again preventing her from falling.

“Thank you,” she says with embarrassment. If it hadn't been for him, she would have died not once, but twice.

Y/n almost falls to her knees with reliefe when she finally reaches the other side of the parapet.

“Names?” A red-haired rider next to him, three stars on her shoulder, a third-year rider, asks with little interest.

“ Y/n L/n” she says and can feel the ghostly hands of the blond man behind her leave her waist.

“Liam Mairi” the boy says, making Y/n look at him. Liam Mairi, she repeats mentally.

In the middle of the crowd, Y/n had easily lost track of Liam, not that they were exactly walking together, but she still couldn't help being disappointed. Sitting down in a corner, she begins to observe the scenery around her. She hadn't taken much with her, just two daggers, a small knife that could be put in a boot, a braided bracelet that her mother had made for her for good luck, two notebooks and some pencils for her drawings.

___

As much as Y/n wanted to get closer, something always seemed to prevent her from doing so. Excuses like “It's just a crush” and “I don't even know if I'll survive the Threshing” were frequent, and as much as she wanted to help him, he never seemed to need it.

After surviving the Threshing and bonding with Zephyria, a female Green Club Tail, she had fewer excuses, but a new one emerged. It was already obvious that Liam was good, he had never lost a challenge on the mat, but after being the fastest on the Guantlet and bonding with Deigh, an incredible Red Daggertail it was clear that he was the best of the first years...that and the fact that the day after the Threshing she saw him leaving his room with another first year rider stopped Y/n from getting any closer.

“You're in love with him” Zephyria says.

“It's just a crush” Y/n tried, but Zephyria could see everything that was going on in her mind.

“That wasn't a question” Zephyria scoffs.

Y/n rolls her eyes and goes back to her drawing, totally ignoring the fact that she's distractedly drawing Liam again. This was one thing about her dragon that she didn't understand, her insistence and curiosity about her feelings for Liam. Day after day Zephyria made a point of teasing Y/n about her crush on the blonde, perhaps because although Y/n didn't want to admit it, her feelings for Liam couldn't exactly be called just a crush anymore.

Sighing, she tried not to think about it, she knew that in the quadrant death was more of a certainty than a fluke and she hoped that when she arrived and was confronted with this fact she would begin to allow herself to be “ enjoyed” just like the others, but the raw and pure truth was that even with death on the verge Y/n saw no pleasure in giving herself to someone who didn't have her heart. And right on the parapet, his heart had already found its owner.

"You know what? Maybe I'm in love too~" Zephyria says provocatively, catching Y/n completely off guard.

"You what?! With who?!" Y/n exclaims, but she can feel Zephyria's laughter fading as she mentally blocks her out.

She can't say something like that and then leave me without an answer! Y/n thinks in exasperation.

___

"Zephyria?" Liam asks.

"Yes, her rider is Y/n" Deigh says and laughs as the mention of Y/n's name disorients Liam. "What do you think of her?"

"Of Zephyria?" Liam asks as he remembers the huge Green Club Tail who was only slightly smaller than Deigh.

"Her rider" Deigh says in a tone that Liam could swear he was rolling his eyes at.

"She's...interesting" Liam replies, ignoring the fact that Deigh already had the answer he wanted.

"You should make her a figurine of Zephyria."

"But I haven't even seen that much of her."

"I can provide images." Deigh says as he sends Liam several images of Zephyria, making the rider wonder how close the two dragons really were.

___

In all honesty, neither Zephyria nor Deigh were trying to force a relationship between their riders, but since they both intended to mate, they couldn't help but be curious about how it would impact their riders who would have to be together all the time.

Both had blocked their connection with their riders in an attempt to protect them, so Deigh was unaware that Liam had finished the figurine and was heading to Y/n's room to offer it to her when the dragons began their mating.

A knock on the door pulled Y/n from her drawing and she quickly closed her notebook. Liam again, she had to stop this obsession, even she was getting perturbed with herself.

Opening the door, she was paralyzed to see Liam himself standing there.

“Hey, I just wanted to give you this... if you want it, of course.” Y/n looks at the figurine he holds out to her and her eyes light up when she recognizes Zephyria.

Immediately taking the figurine, she carefully examines Liam's work. It was exactly like Zephyria, every detail was carved to perfection and there was no doubt that it was her.

"It's beautiful" she says, looking into Liam's eyes.

Both remain silent, lost in each other's eyes without knowing exactly what to say. Just as Y/n is about to speak, a wave of heat runs through her body, causing her to fall to her knees with a scream. As she tries to take a deep breath, her breathing becomes heavy and her whole body seems to catch fire.

Liam. Her mind screams and only then does Y/n remember that he is standing right in front of her.

Lifting her eyes from the floor, she finds Liam leaning against the doorframe and from the look on his face she can guess that he was experiencing exactly the same sensations.

Y/n swallows dryly and when another wave of heat runs through her and clouds her thinking all her months of repressed feelings for Liam seem to culminate in her whispering in a pleading tone “Liam”.

His name being called like that by her seems to break something inside him. His blue eyes darken into a deep blue and he is quick to close the door behind him and grab Y/n.

___

Y/n groans as she feels her whole body ache, the precession of the night before hits her and she feels her whole body blush. Looking around her, Liam's absence is immediately felt and she can't help the disappointment coursing through her.

Only the memory of Liam's hands trailing down her body the night before could make her moan, the way he looked at her while he was deep inside her, how he brushed his forehead against hers and then kissed her, his lips molding to hers as perfectly as if they were simply meant to be.

What had happened to her the night before? Those sensations came out of nowhere for no apparent reason.

“Maybe I'm in love too~” the memory of Zephyria's teasing tone made Y/n choke.

"Zephyria?" Y/n asks, but she doesn't answer.

With a sigh Y/n stands up. Had he regretted it? She asks herself in an attempt to find a reason why he left before she woke up.

Looking around the room she finds his clothes carefully placed on the chair by the desk and the small statuette he had given her resting on the desk next to his open sketchbook. Open? Open on a drawing of Liam! She could have sworn she'd closed it before opening the door. Did he see it? The statuette is next to the notebook, of course he saw it!

“You're in love with him” the memory of Zephyria's words squeezes her heart as she picks up the statuette Liam gave her.

___

"Liam?" Violet asks, snapping him out of his thoughts "Are you okay? You've been distant."

"Yeah, I just made a mistake, that's all."

Violet gives him a look that tells him she wants to ask him more, but fortunately she realizes he doesn't want to talk and respects his silence.

It wasn't as if Liam wanted to leave her before she woke up, but he had to keep an eye on Violet and she was sleeping so peacefully that he couldn't find it in himself to wake her up.

While he was getting dressed, he had taken the opportunity to gather up her clothes and put them on the chair, but when he bent down to pick up one of his socks, which for some reason was under her desk, he hit his head and immediately stifled a groan of pain to avoid waking her.

As he picks up the notebook that fell when he hit his head, his eyes lock on a drawing of him and curiosity gets the better of him as he flips through the pages. The entire quadrant of the dragon riders seemed to be mapped out in her drawings. Among the many drawings of dragons, the drawings of Zephyria were the most frequent, although there were a good handful of drawings of Deigh more than any other dragon. There were also several drawings of people he assumed were from his squadron or family, one girl in particular was repeated about three times, but he definitely had the most drawings in that notebook, some of them of him with Deigh.

Looking again at the sleeping girl, Liam shivers as Violet's words repeat themselves in his mind.

"Stop flirting with her, she's a woman of long relationships."

Of course Violet was referring to her scribe friend, but he couldn't help seeing the resemblance. Would it be presumptuous of him to assume that she was in love with him? He didn't want to play with her feelings and he couldn't help feeling that he was taking advantage of her state, although to tell the truth he was in the same state as her.

It wasn't that he didn't find her attractive, in fact ever since he'd helped her onto the parapet he couldn't help glancing at her discreetly here and there, but it seemed that something was stopping him from getting closer. He was almost certain that if he spent more time with her he might fall in love with her, but he couldn't. Not with so much going on, he has many secrets, more than the others his life is at risk because he is the son of a rebel, but not her, she is a normal rider, who came here by choice and whose life has no more risks than anyone else in that quadrant would have.

Perhaps it would be better to keep a distance. Liam thinks to himself.

"I think this is going to be difficult" Deigh says, speaking to Liam for the first time since yesterday, but what he says next makes him choke up. "Me and Zephyria mated"

___

"You what?!?" Y/n asks mentally shouting.

"Me and Deigh have mated"

"Wait...is that what I felt last night? Oh my god that's why Liam looked the same! Zephyria we slept together because of you!"

"We couldn't have predicted that, we had you blocked hours ago. Besides, it's not my fault you're in love with him...a coincidence if you ask me."

Y/n sighs, now it all made sense, Zephyria's interest in her feelings for Liam and how she chose to have her draw Deigh 90% of the time she asked her for ideas. How could she be so blind?

"I don't think there's any point in hiding it anymore" Y/n says to Leah.

"What do you mean?" she asks, turning her attention away from the battle summary lesson to follow her gaze and find her looking at Liam, who was curiously looking at her too.

Sighing, Y/n turns back to her friend "Our dragons have mated, now they're a pair."

Leah chokes up so much that even the teacher asks her if she's all right, to which she very embarrassedly replies that she is.

___

Honestly, Y/n couldn't even remember why she was denying her feelings for Liam. Was she ashamed of loving him? No.

"There's no shame in loving" was what her mother had always told her and she agreed, so why on earth was she hiding her feelings? She admired Liam, he was an incredible man who she wanted to love with all her heart, so again, why was she denying such feelings?

"Because you've been an idiot" Zephyria says with a yawn.

"I wasn't asking you, you know."

"That little bird won't be able to resist you."

"Little bird?"

"His hair looks like a bird's nest."

Y/n can't help but laugh at the logic behind the nickname.

___

So for the first time in a long time Y/n was honest about her feelings. She admitted to herself that she was in love with Liam, she didn't deny it when Leah teased her. In all honesty Liam was the most desired first year in the quadrant so the fact that she liked him didn't exactly shock anyone and after a week of teasing her precinct lost interest in teasing her.

She didn't hide her concern when he went to the healers after the first battle of the war games and stayed close to him the whole time. She even spent extra hours drawing a perfect picture of him and Deigh to give him in return for the statuette he gave her.

___

"Are you sure?" Y/n asks Zephyria.

"Yes, it's already been too long"

"But it's his squad's prize and I'm not from the squad"

"Yes, but if we don't go there he'll lose the prize, do you want that to happen?"

"No... But I should ask someone-"

"It's okay, he already knows and the teachers agree, not that they could do anything about it."

"Him who?"

"Are you ready L/n?" The voice of the wing commander asks, startling Y/n, who hadn't realized he was there before. She is confused by the sight of him in the flight skins and seeing his mouth open and close Xaden decides to give a brief explanation "Sgaeyl and Tairn are also a couple"

"Right, I'm ready," Y/n said before turning and mounting Zephyria. She honestly knew that their dragons were a couple, but it simply didn't occur to her that that was the reason he was there, that just like Deigh and Zephyria, Tairn and Sgaeyl were also experiencing the pain of being apart.

After a few hours of silent flight, when they were about to reach the fortress, Xaden ordered Y/n to go ahead without him and she did so.

Arriving at the fortress, she sees Deigh already waiting for Zephyria.

“Ah, how beautiful love is” Y/n says provocatively, but Zephyria seems to ignore her, only speaking again after she has left her on the ground and is taking flight again with Deigh. "I could say the same, I think you should look back."

Y/n looks back only to see Liam dressed in his flight leathers.

"Deigh had said we were going back" he says still visibly confused.

Y/n didn't know if it was really a misunderstanding on the part of his dragons because they couldn't communicate at such a great distance or if they both orchestrated this meeting.

"Do you really think I could let you lose your prize?" Y/n asks with a sincere smile.

"Thanks for coming" Liam says smiling back and making her blush. She could have sworn that if there was one thing in the world she could never get tired of, it would be this man's smile.

___

“There's a group of griffins heading that way!” Zephyria warns.

“We're on our way, get ready!” a new voice sounds in Y/n's mind.

“It's Deigh,” says Liam with concern in his eyes.

Before Y/n can question the fact that his dragon has spoken to her everyone is ordered to gather their things and have to rush to their rooms in an attempt to put their belongings together and change into their flight skins before rushing off to ride the dragons. Y/n is surprised when she comes out of her room and immediately a hand grabs hers and pulls her towards the roof.

“We have to be quick!” Liam says over his shoulder as he continues to guide them towards the dragons.

When they arrive, Y/n watches Ridoc mount his dragon, which perches on the thin wall that seems ready to give way under his weight. “Liam, I'm not going to be able to ride like this!”

“It's okay, you trust me, right?” Liam asks looking her in the eye and Y/n nods yes without hesitation.

Y/n watches as Zephyria lands and lets out a surprised scream when Liam picks her up and sits her on his shoulder. Instinctively, she holds on tightly to his shoulder and his hand, which holds her in place. He walks along the wall with her on his shoulder before lifting her onto Zephyria's leg, much higher than she could manage on her own in that situation and allowing her to reach the back of the dragon.

“Liam!” Y/n calls out and Liam shouts back.

“I'll be right there!” He assures.

Y/n watches as Xaden and Violet arrive and to her joy Liam is the next to take off, quickly taking up a position next to her and Zephyria.

It's only when they're later flying in formation back to Basgiath that Zephyria decides to share some very important information with Y/n.

“You know, it would be easier if you guys talked like us instead of shouting”

“If we could” Y/n says with a roll of her eyes.

“But you can”

“How?”

“The same way Deigh talked to you and I talked to Liam”

“You talked to Liam?”

“Yes, when Deigh and I connected it made us all connect. Try, just like you talk to me talk to him”

Y/n takes a deep breath before grounding herself and realizing for the first time that there are now two more doors. Choosing the golden door, Y/n tries it.

“Liam?”

She laughs as she sees him looking at her from a distance and a few minutes pass before she hears an answer.

“Y/n?”

“It's me Liam”

“Deigh just taught me, apparently he thought I should know that he could talk to you just like Zephyria can talk to me, but he didn't bother to mention that we can talk like that too”

“Zephyria just taught me too” Y/n laughs.

“This should come in handy”

“I'm sure it will”

___

To say that Y/n and Liam used this ability was an understatement; from casual conversations to helping each other during tests, they talked constantly. If Liam had tried to keep his distance before, his efforts were now totally futile. Just as he had predicted, Y/n had managed to enter his heart and now lived in him as if she owned him, which, by the way, she did.

Her sweet and caring nature left Liam confused about her signet, she was supposed to have a much gentler signet power than the manipulation of fire, but the way she knocked opponents to the mat told him that maybe even fire didn't do justice to her.

The way she smiled at the sight of him and said goodbye to her squad colleagues just so she could talk to Liam affected him more than he'd like to admit. Even though he was always with Violet, she came anyway and even ended up developing a friendship with the little rider.

Violet probably thought something was going on between them, as anyone with eyes would, and while it was, it wasn't really because Liam wouldn't let it.

“I don't think it's fair for you to inherit the sins of your parents” he remembers her saying. What would she think if she knew he was committing the same “sins” as his mother? If she knew the truth, would she understand? Her mind goes back to when she claimed to trust him so firmly in Montserrat. Would she still trust him if she knew the truth?

Liam spent his nights tossing and turning in an attempt to convince himself.

I can't put her in danger.

“The greatest danger is ignorance”

She probably wouldn't think she liked me if she knew the truth.

“I don't think any secret is going to change her feelings”

And so Deigh would beat all of Liam's excuses out of him until he had to block him out for the night.

The truth was that Liam was afraid, afraid of giving himself over to what he felt, afraid of giving himself over to love and getting hurt. He had never looked for long relationships because he didn't feel ready for them, he had convinced himself that he could never give himself over to love. It especially pained him the way she smiled and showed him that she liked him without fear and he just pretended not to see it like a coward.

___

“Liam?” Y/n asks as he finds him sitting exactly where Deigh said he would be.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Liam asks as he wipes his tears away with the back of his hand.

Y/n ignores the tightness in her heart at seeing him like this, she knew this wasn't an easy day for him. “I could ask you the same thing, it's almost four in the morning.”

“I didn't notice,” he replies, looking down at the floor.

“Come on, let's get you to bed.”

“But-”

“No buts, just go with her” says Deigh.

“You heard him” Y/n says with a sweet smile as he pulls Liam towards the dormitories.

Liam opens the door and lets Y/n in before closing the door.

“Y/n I can't sleep tonight” he says in a sigh and watches as Y/n sits up and signals for her lap. Without really having much strength to fight Liam lies down using Y/n's lap as a pillow. He can feel himself relax as she begins to gently massage his curls.

The way her eyes look at him only increases his guilt, he was a real coward.

“Y/n” Liam speaks hesitantly “What day do you think it is?” He can feel Y/n go rigid before sighing and answering as softly as possible.

“The day your mother was executed”

“The day my parents were executed” Liam corrects and Y/n sits with a dry mouth.

“But…I thought…My parents told me that your father remained loyal to Navarre”

“I saw them both executed on the same day”

“Oh Liam” Y/n exclaims and it's hard for Liam to hold back his own tears as Y/n's flow freely. Grabbing her by the waist Liam lays her back on the bed and they both remain silent just looking into each other's eyes. Slowly Y/n brings her hands to Liam's face and opens her mouth to speak when shouts in the hallway interrupt her.

“Emergency formation! We're under attack!”

They both rush to get up and Y/n is glad of her choice to change before going to find Liam. However, attack or not, she had spent too long procrastinating and couldn't do it any longer.

“Liam” she calls, holding his wrist and making him stop to look her in the eye "I love you" she says before moving forward without waiting for an answer. She didn't want to put him in that situation, that wasn't her intention, she just needed to make her feelings clear.

___

“War games, my ass” Y/n thinks, placing herself next to Zephyria's front paw.

“You'll have a chance to hear the little bird's answer later” Zephyria says in a calm but obviously amused tone.

“That's not why I-”

“Y/n!” Liam calls out in his mind “Come and join me, we're going to be part of the squad to the wing headquarters”

“Me?”

“Yeah, Deigh and I aren't staying five days apart” Zephyria declares.

“Right” Y/N nods “ That makes sense”

___

Y/n was busy doodling the landscape of the lake full of dragons drinking water with Liam peering over her shoulder at the drawing.

“It looks amazing”

Y/n laughs. “Andarna looks great too”

“Thanks” he says with a silly grin that makes Y/n blush slightly.

"Xaden!” Bodhi shouts making everyone run to where Xaden and Violet are.

Y/n chokes at the sight of griffins and bumps into Liam's chest as she backs away. Seeing the pain in Liam's eyes she looks around and realizes that no one apart from her and Violet seems to be freaking out at the sight of the griffins.

“Trust me" Liam's voice pleads in his mind. With her mind clouded, Y/n remains silent as the scene unfolds in front of her.

Shipment. Venin. City decimated.

Y/n observes Xaden's conversation, Violet's outburst and when she threatens them with thunders, Liam walks away and Xaden sends everyone to the other shore.

“Y/n” Liam's pleading voice snaps her out of her trance as he holds out his hand ”Trust me, I promise I can explain everything”.

She looks into his blue eyes, those eyes she loved so deeply, those eyes in which she could lose herself forever, die and be happy. Those eyes in which she saw not a hint of evil or betrayal. Love is trust, and there was no doubt in her heart that she loved Liam.

“I trust you, Liam,” Y/N says confidently as she accepts Liam's hand and entwines her fingers in his. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Violet flinch at her words of trust.

Liam looks shocked for a second before pulling Y/n with him to the other shore.

Y/n and Liam sit a little further away from the others next to Zephyria and Deigh. She listens quietly as Liam explains to her the truth behind the war and the creatures they treated as legends.

“So your mother was right! Your parents were all so right and yet…”

Y/n doesn't finish her sentence when she throws herself on Liam and hugs him, crying. Liam laughs a little eternally, it seemed impossible for this sweet woman to translate into fire.

“I told you you were wrong” Deigh says to Liam and guilt consumes him more than ever.

This was the woman he loved and who loved him back, the one he tried to convince himself countless times that she wouldn't trust him, that she wouldn't love him after discovering the truth. The woman who was now hugging him with tears in her eyes as she cried at how unfair what happened to her parents was, the woman who was giving him reason, the woman who never looked down on him for his relic or judged him, the woman he had been pushing away for months. And for what? It had been useless, the more he fought to get away the deeper he fell for her. The way she said so confidently that she trusted him even with the seriousness of the situation dictated his sentence, now he knew there was no point in resisting any longer, there could never be another woman in his life for him other than her.

“Y/n” Liam calls, gently pushing her away from his shoulder and looking at her lovingly. He places his hands on her face and gently wipes away her tears before bringing his face close to hers without ever looking away. “I love you,” he declares before closing the space between them with a kiss.

___

As they flew to the fortress Liam laughed as he felt the happiness that radiated from Y/n through their connection and he himself did nothing to block her from feeling the affection he had for her.

“The little bird has finally admitted he's in love” says Zephyria amusedly and Y/n laughs.

“Little bird?” Liam asks confused.

“Yes” Zephyria says and Deigh's laughter joins Y/n's.

Unfortunately, the fun quickly disappears when they realize that the post is empty and that the whole thing was just a trap for Liam and the others.

“ Y/n you-”

“I hope you're not going to ask what I think you're going to ask Liam! Of course I'm going to fight you!”

As confident as Y/n's tone was Liam couldn't help the growing worry, this battle was essentially a death sentence.

“Liam!” Y/n shouts as she flies with Zephyria at full speed into the tangle that was Deigh and the wyvern.

“Go!” Y/n says to Zephyria as she jumps from his back to Tairn's and Zephyria throws herself into the fight. She can feel the dragon's desperation and has to take a deep breath to keep her wits about her. Carefully but quickly she positions herself behind Violet, putting one arm around her to hold on and helping to hold Liam down with the other.

Everyone watches in horror as the wyvern bites Deigh determined to kill, Zephyria's club tail is harder than ever against the wyvern's body and the sound of bones breaking is heard with each blow.

“Liam!” Y/n shouts “Deigh won't die! I promise! Trust me!”

She can feel his hesitation, but he still shakes his head positively. She knew he didn't know, after all she hadn't told anyone, but he was still trying to trust her which brought a smile to her face.

“Yes!” Zephyria shouts as the wyvern's body becomes immobile and she snatches it away from Deigh. However, although he is alive, the red dragon is badly injured and unconscious in free fall. Zephyria gets underneath him, trying to support his fall as much as possible with her smaller body. The crash of the two dragons makes the whole ground shake.

“Violet” Liam pleads and Violet is quick to get them to the ground. As soon as Tairn lands, Liam and Y/n run towards the dragons.

Zephyria was injured, but fine. She would survive, yet the three of them could feel Deigh's life ebbing away. The desperation coming from Zephyria and Liam along with her own was almost too much for her to bear.

Y/n feared not for her life, which would come to an end when Zephyria's ended and which would consequently end if Deigh died, but for her three companions.

“Liam” she calls out and the look of pain and desperation he gives her leaves her with no doubt about her next actions “I promised. He's not going to die.”

“Y/n” begins Zephyria but she interrupts the dragon.

“If I can't, promise that you will live without me, Liam and Deigh have to be okay. If you won't do it for yourself, please do it for them.”

Zephyria roared in anguish, she knew it was true, if Deigh died all four of them would die. Opening her power completely so that Y/N could take as much as she wanted, she hobbled over to Deigh and put her muzzle to his in an affectionate act.

“He's not going to die” Y/n repeats.

Before Liam can react Y/n explodes into flames, not her usual red flames, but bright blue flames. The flames are fast and spread towards Deigh. Liam watches as Y/n's words repeat themselves in his mind.

He's not going to die. He's not going to die. He's not going to die.

The flames attract the attention of all the riders and Liam watches open-mouthed as Deigh's wounds begin to close.

He's not going to die.

Liam can see Xaden's surprise as he lands in the distance. Roars make everyone except Y/n look up at the sky where a new horde of wyverns appears. Liam looks at Y/n and the wounded dragons, they are totally defenseless. Using his power to observe the horde, Liam realizes that there are only two venin ones among all the wyverns.

“Zephyria, they're going to attack us. You have to warn Sgaeyl, there are only two venin ones in that horde!”

Zephyria does as Liam asks and Xaden and Violet set out to defeat them while he watches uselessly.

The fear that had previously plagued them begins to subside when they feel Deigh's presence more strongly. It's only when Deigh's last wound is completely gone that the flames go out and Y/n collapses to the ground.

Liam screams, running to her and taking her in his arms in desperation. Although he is unable to access her, the panic he feels for Zephyria and the preservation of that connection tells him that she is still alive, he still can't help but put his ear to her chest to listen to her heart and check.

It's weak, very weak, but it's there.

Deigh wakes up and the three of them watch as the horde of wyverns falls inanimate.

___

“There's nothing I can do to her, it's not a question of repair, it's a question of wearing out the signet” Brenman explains “Still healing a whole dragon before even possessing the signet for a year, how did your superiors let her come?”

“Zephyria says they didn't know, all Y/n shared was flame manipulation”

“Honestly I've never seen a two-pronged power before,” Brenman continues, still fascinated.

“I think…” begins Liam, but finishes so that only Deigh and Zephyria can hear “that this signet translates exactly who she is much better than just flame manipulation”

Zephyria nods, this signet translates exactly who Y/n was.

“Why didn't you tell anyone?” Liam asks Zephyria

“It was me, I asked her to keep a secret. I knew she would choose to fight alongside you, the best option was to hide this part of her power from the others to make her less important. That way the enemy doesn't have full knowledge of our strength.”

Liam nods, ignoring the fact that the dragoness can't see him.

“In any case, whether she wakes up or not depends on her strength,” Brenman concludes.

“She'll wake up” Deigh says.

___

“She's awake” Liam announces to the dragons even though he knows they can sense it.

“Y/n!” He exclaims wrapping her in a tight hug.

“Liam” Y/n says affectionately as she pulls away from the hug to put a hand on his face. He is quick to grab her hand and pull her into a kiss.

The kiss was intense, full of desperation and unspoken worries. Y/n lets herself sink into the bed with Liam on top of her as the kiss deepens and his hands begin to roam making her moan, how much she had dream of those hands was unwritten.

Xaden cleared his throat as he entered the room.

“I wanted to see how you were, but I think you were both doing much better before I came in.”

Y/n blushes and hides in Liam's chest.

“Yeah, we were definitely a lot better before you came in” Liam says with a smile that radiates his happiness.

Xaden laughs “Brenman will want to see how she's doing, but he's not here right now so I guess you're free to enjoy it” he says before leaving the room.

It's only then that Y/n seems to realize the unfamiliar place she's in.

“Where are we?”

Liam laughs “Welcome to the rebellion.”

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 7 months ago

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random assorted thoughts from the rest of the fireside chat because i love my boy liam o’brien so much:

- liam simply saying the name alucard made me so happy

- “who farted on frumpkin?” “it’ll happen.”

- liam’s curse of strahd game has exandrian characters!! allura is in it!!! he’s been running it for years!!!!

- “smooth talking cerkonos” and dani’s reply “robbie said gotta catch em all!”

- will was the one who made the first move and the one who proposed

- will and orym were only married for four years 🥲

- liam pcs in shakespeare plays!! orym would be puck…caleb as hamlet i think was said as a joke but i’m still holding it close to my heart…vax as mercutio or vex and vax as the twins in twelfth night :’)

- orym and dorian would go to a decemberists concert together <3

- i love seeing liam talk about his wife and kids on the occasions when he chooses to do so

- his joking strahd voice and the phrase “are you ready for psychological warfare, motherfucker!”

- his actual strahd voice is hot as fuck though,,,

- “[robbie’s] gonna have to woo me”

- next fireside chat is with robbie!!

#i love this man #my emotional support middle aged white man <3 #critical role #liam o'brien #eli.posts

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leaawrites · 5 months ago

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Matching

Liam Gallagher x fem!reader

Summary: when Liam doesn't want to match, but he also can't say no to her.

Warnings: fluff, sprinkles of angst, teasing

Wordcount: 0.8k

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He would’ve said no to anyone else immediately who proposed the idea. It would’ve never crossed his mind that people do this stuff for more than a laugh and Halloween, but when he looked at the matching outfits laid out by girlfriend for them, al neat and organized, he couldn’t believe his mind.

Her serious eyes and sweet smile waiting for an answer from him.

“I’m not doing it,” he immediately concluded, swagging over to the closet and searching for something to wear on his own.

“What? Why not?” Looking back at her as he heard the shocking tone in her voice, he noticed that her smile had also vanished, arms now crossed over her chest. Hunched back in disappointment.

She was serious, he noted, how could she be serious about something like this?

“I’m not doing this. No chance,” he said, shaking his head. “We’re meeting with the band, remember?”

“And? What about it?” Her flew over the clothes once more, not noticing the problem he had all of a sudden.

Ten minutes ago he was still laying in bed beside her, peppering her face with kisses and smiling while saying things he would never admit to the public of even thinking. For her, he was soft. But not that soft.

“If they see me like this, do you know what they’ll put me through? No chance.” He shook his head, flicking his hand.

She let out a quiet, “Oh, okay.” before turning away from him without looking at him and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind her louder than normally.

“Fucking hell,” Liam cursed under his breath, dragging his hands down his face. He couldn’t do it, not when he knew how the other’s would react to it. His eyes flying back over the clothes left untouched. “I can’t believe you, woman.”

Fifteen minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened once more, her eyes flying over to where Liam previously stood. His body now gone from the bedroom, the telly playing some show in the living room.

Walking over the bed, she found only one outfit still laying there. Hers. Jeans, red top and her jeans jacket. All neatly laid out like before. His clothes missing.

Had he pushed them deep down into the pile forming on his side of the closet? Was he too embarrassed to even look at them again?

It was a simple match, nothing too crazy. Jeans, a sweater in the same colour as her shirt and the jeans jacket, the same as hers. They’d bought them together, laughing at the thought of matching. Back then it was fantasy, something fun to think about. But now that it became reality it seemed silly instead of funny.

Still, she put on her own outfit. She liked it, why shouldn’t she still wear it?

Slumping on the sofa, Liam was skipping through the channels. Waiting for her to be ready to go out.

“Ready to go?” he asked without looking up as he turned off the telly. Moving towards the door and picking up his jacket from where it laid on the chair. Putting his arms through the holes, he finally looked her way, the wide smile on her face evident to even the people passing by down the street.

“You’re wearing the clothes,” she stated, shocked.

“Should I go naked? Of course I’m wearing the clothes. You picked them out,” he said, pecking her lips. Ready to walk out the door before she pulled him down once more, fingers clamping around the soft fabric of his sweater. Connecting their lips once more for longer, giggling as she pictured them next to each other. Matching.

“You’re unbelievable,” she mumbled against his mouth.

A smirk widened on his face, a smug look falling over his unbothered facade. “Only for you.” Leaning in once more before taking her hand and dragging her outside. “Let’s go now.”

As another laugh escaped her mouth, he turned his head while locking the door. “What’s it now?”

“I guess we’re now matching in more than clothes.”

Blushing as she wiped the lipstick from his lips with a tissue from her purse, he shook his head in surrender.

He was that soft for her.

It came like he imagined, the moment they walked through the doors of the pub, Noel’s eyes widened. His loud laugh laced with a vicious, mocking undertone.

“No fucking way,” he laughed, eyeing the two of them up and down.

“What’s ya problem?” Liam asked while he greeted the others and sat down on one stools.

“Nothin,” Noel tried playing it off, though he couldn’t stop laughing at the pair in front of him. “Nothin.”

Liam felt her hand grabbing his in a frantic realization: maybe this was a bad idea.

“Oi, you just jealous cause you don’t have a girlfriend that’s willing to match with ya, or wha’?” Throwing an arm over her shoulder, Liam pulled her closer to his side, kissing the top of her head in reassurance.

Noel only held his hands up in surrender, knowing it was not worth messing with Liam in moments like these. Not when it came to her and he’d probably end up with a black eyes if he pushed it too far (which was easy to do when it came to his girlfriend).

#liam gallagher x you #liam gallagher x reader #90s liam gallagher #liam gallagher imagine #liam gallagher fic #liam gallagher #oasis x reader #oasis imagine #oasis fic #oasis band #oasis #britpop x reader #britpop imagine #britpop fanfic #britpop #noel gallagher

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kitkatkitzune · 5 months ago

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NO ONE SHOULD BE ALONE ON CHRISTMAS

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Fem!reader

Summary: You can’t get into the holiday spirit, not with a certain Chimera on your mind.

Warnings: Fluff, One use of Y/N, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (my bad)

Notes: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!!

Word Count: 991

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You knew that he was the bad guy. Emphasis on ‘was’. Theo Raeken was different after coming back from hell and anyone with eyes could see that.

The pack still didn’t trust him and you couldn’t blame them but you still felt sympathy for the chimera.

You couldn’t shake the thought of him from your head as you sat in Derek’s flat. Everyone was there. Everyone except for him. Even Peter was there! It didn’t make sense to you how they could forgive Peter after he repeatedly screwed you all over but couldn’t even give Theo a chance to redeem himself.

The worst part was that Theo was actively trying to be better, Peter never changed. Theo had helped you all fight the Ghostriders, he had fought the hunters, and now that everything had calmed down, he was still trying to be good. Trying to unlearn all the bad he was taught.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Kira waves her hand in front of your face, “Are you okay?”

“Hm?” you hum, looking up to see everyone looking at you, “Oh, I’m just wondering when we’re going to open the secret santa gifts…”

Liam and Stiles both cheer at the mention of presents, dashing towards the large Christmas tree you had bullied Derek into putting up. You laugh a bit at their antics as they pass out the gifts, not noticing the way Kira glances at Scott to see if he also noticed your behavior. He nods and mouths, ‘I’ll talk to her’.

Everyone begins to open their gifts, you had Stiles for secret santa and had gotten him a Darth Vader action figure that you knew he wanted. He practically squeals like a child when he sees the collectible and you let out a little laugh at his reaction.

Malia had you for secret santa, something you already knew because she didn’t understand the concept of it and immediately told you. She got you a large bag of Hershey’s Kisses, she said she remembered you eating them once and that food was the best gift. Malia failed to hide her annoyance when the gift she received wasn’t food related.

After opening your gift, you began to get lost in your head. You were trying to be happy but you couldn’t be when you knew a certain chimera was out there, all alone on Christmas.

Scott sets a hand on your shoulder, making you nearly jump out of your seat.

“What’s on your mind?”

You shrug, not wanting to admit the truth, knowing he won’t like it, “Nothing… just zoned out.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying.”

You groan, cursing him and his werewolf abilities, “It’s fine, Scott.”

He sighs, “Listen, if you need to leave… or just want to go home… you can. No one is going to be upset, just don’t leave without telling someone, we don’t need to be trying to hunt you down only for you to be curled up on your couch.”

You laugh a bit, considering the idea before you tilt your head, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then I’m going to head out… I’m not feeling well,” it wasn’t a complete lie, “tell everyone I went home?”

Scott nods, pulling you into a hug before walking you to the door.

That’s how you got here, driving around Beacon Hills, looking for Theo’s truck. You had seen it parked all around town in different spots and you had a sinking feeling that he was staying in it.

It didn’t take you long to find him, he was pulled off the road, near the woods. You slowly approach the truck and peek in the back window. There’s Theo, curled up and crammed in his back seat. You knock on the window of the truck and he jumps awake, his eyes go wide at the sight of you.

He reaches into the front of the truck and unlocks the door so he can roll down the window, “Y/N?” he calls out.

“Hey Theo…”

He rubs the sleep from his eyes, “What are you doing here? Is everyone alright?”

You nod, “Everyone’s fine…” you glance at the blankets he has piled around him to try and keep warm, “Do you wanna come sit in my car? The heats on.”

Theo stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out what you’re getting at, what ulterior motive you could have. He thinks of many but decides that it doesn’t matter, he’d do near anything right now to get warm.

So he agrees, this is how you end up with Theo Raeken in the passenger seat of your car, sitting in silence. You stare ahead as he stares at the side of your head. You had been thinking of this moment all night and now that you were here, you had no idea what to say.

You decide to reach for the bag of kisses and silently tilt the bag towards him to offer him some of the chocolate. Theo takes one, popping the kiss into his mouth all while keeping his gaze locked on you.

After another moment, he breaks the silence, “Why are you doing this?”

You turn to him, “What do you mean?”

“Being nice to me,” Theo clarifies, “after everything I’ve done, to you and your friends.”

“Because I think you deserve a second chance regardless of what Scott and my friends think.”

“I tried to kill Scott.”

You roll your eyes, “Everyone has tried to kill Scott, Peter tries to kill him every other day and we keep him around.” you smile at him, “Now, how about we go watch some cheesy Christmas films while drinking hot chocolate in a nice warm house?”

Theo stays silent, observing you and how you seem so genuine towards him. He had never met someone who was so kind to him.

You put your car in drive, “Besides, no one should be alone on Christmas.”

#kit kat writes <3 #theo raeken x reader #theo raeken #teen wolf #fluff #christmas #theo raeken x you #theo raeken x y/n #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #kira yukimura #malia tate #derek hale #peter hale

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samcarter34 · 1 year ago

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Since people seem to once again be having trouble remembering the order of operations, let me just remind everyone:

The ability Laudna possesses to feed Delilah is Hunger of the Shadow. In the fight with Bor’dor, Laudna used that BEFORE Orym’s head nod. Bor’dor attacked them and her response was to do the thing she knew would give power to Delilah. Matt even makes the sound of Delilah’s heartbeat.

The spell she used after the head nod? Whither and Bloom. The same spell she later attacked Orym with, which isn’t even a warlock spell.

And speaking of the head nod, you want to know what’s it’s prefaced with? ‘Laudna you can do whatever you want.’ And Marisha responds by saying that Laudna is ‘barely present’ because she’s having ptsd flashbacks to all of the times something horrible happened to her and she couldn’t do anything about it. So she kills Bor’dor because it makes her feel in control of the situation.

And yeah, the 4SD where Liam says Orym thought Delilah might come back. Except y’all somehow took that and made it seem like he’s the one who shoved Laudna over the edge when what actually happened is that Laudna flung herself off it because betrayal is triggering to her.

And the sword. The sword which apparently wasn’t triggering enough that Imogen contemplating whether the Vanguard were good guys didn’t cause any reaction. Or for that matter, make her object to Ashton’s ‘this is permission statement.’ But she saw Orym wearing it, got uncomfortable and then all it took was one sentence from Delilah for her to decide to steal it. Delilah, who mutilated her, murdered her, has been possessing her for decades, and who basically held her soul hostage when BH wanted VM to resurrect Laudna. But what Delilah didn’t do? Tell Laudna to steal the sword.

I wasn’t around for campaign 1, but in campaign 2 I definitely noticed a trend that people who were all ‘I love women! Female characters rock!’ would, the second one of their alleged faves did something controversial (or just something they didn’t like) would find a way to shift the onus onto someone else so she could remain blameless. And that is definitely continuing this campaign, and if anything is getting worse (which, not to get into speculation, but I wonder if it’s because all of the female characters this go round are more traditionally feminine than last campaign.)

I think the reason Orym’s been getting raked across the coals so hard by certain parts of the fandom is actually because of this. Because Imogen’s repeatedly gone ‘what if the Vanguard have a point’ and Laudna agrees with everything she says, whereas Orym’s been pretty consistently ‘no, the murder cult that murdered my family are bad guys.’ And well, can’t go around admitting that our faves did something wrong.’

And so we have a situation where Laudna attacks Orym, but somehow that’s Orym’s fault because the possibility of Laudna doing something wrong ruins people’s lesbian cottegecore fantasy. But the thing is, that whole thing was all Laudna. She chose to listen to her first murderer when Delilah said ‘maybe it’s cursed’ and then she chose to blanket the room in magical darkness (sorcerer ability, not warlock) chose to cast an area of effect spell to destroy the thing Orym was using to sheath the sword (sorcerer spell, not warlock) and, upon hurting Orym, chose not to drop said darkness, which meant Orym couldn’t see who attacked him. And when she got caught, she tried to downplay what she did, tried to say that because she didn’t mean to hurt him it didn’t count, refused to apologize for actually hurting him, kept shifting her argument (and even low key got called out on it by Imogen when she asked Laudna why she’s want its power inside her if she thinks it’s so evil.)

There is an alternate universe where Laudna wakes Orym up and they have what probably would have been an intense discussion about the sword (and that might even have been what Marisha was aiming for before Delilah got involved) and THAT truly would have been the ‘both sides are equally right’ scenario, but that’s not what we got. And you can say Orym shouldn’t have taken the sword unilaterally (but somehow Laudna’s allowed to unilaterally steal and absorb it?) or that she’s being manipulated by Delilah, but the fact is that Laudna’s an adult and is responsible for her own decisions. Yes, Delilah is a powerful and malign presence that they all downplayed/ignored, but, to use Marisha’s addiction metaphor, making amends with those you’ve harmed is a part of recovery for a reason. Because ultimately, you are the one who did that. Yes, it does immensely suck for Laudna that she’s been handed the cards she has been, but it’s up to her to make the best play she can.

Wow this got long, but my overall point is that Laudna is a character with her own agency and makes her own decisions (well, Marisha makes them, but at this point y’all should know she’s not conflict averse and is willing to have her characters make controversial character choices). And really, take all that away, what’s left? How much onus can you take from a character before you might as well go look at a painting?

#critical role #cr spoilers #long post #Like this is a Marisha character and a warlock. Do you think she’s going to sit there and be pretty #some of you would hate Fig Faeth’s ‘Complicated Women’ podcast #also this is the part where I say that the cast can say whatever they want on 4SD. If it contradicts the actual show I ignore it #anyway very curious to see what happens when they get to Aeor #Imagine what happens if Delilah tried to get her to eat the beacon

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My Wife - Formula 1 Drivers

Words: 1,263 Summary: Or the first time they call you their wife, except you guys aren’t married. Note(s)/Warnings(s): This does not feature every f1 driver, but just the ones I’m currently writing for/could think of ideas for. These are just little blurbs of when I think they would slip up and call you their wife for the first time. Mainly fluff, but Pierre’s is NSFW, because well it’s Pierre.

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Pierre Gasly

“So good for me, amour.” Pierre groans, a hand resting on the back of her head, careful not to curl his fingers into her hair as she sucks him off. “Feels so good.” He moans when her fingers dig into his thighs a bit. “Just like that.”

She pulls off him, pressing a kiss to the tip before looking up at him. “Fuck my mouth, Pierre.”

His dick twitches at the idea, the thought, hips even jutting up, but he shakes his head. “Non. You told me not to ruin your hair, I listen to the not cock drunk you.”

She sticks out her bottom lip, but it doesn’t sway him. He knew better than to fuck with her hair when she didn’t want him too and the fact that she hadn’t said anything to him calling her cock drunk made him aware it was true.

When he still doesn’t make a move, she presses her bottom lips out a bit more for a brief second before taking him back into her mouth. The feeling makes his head tilt back with a moan. “So good for me.” He repeats. “Such a good wife to me.”

The words make her moan around him and the vibrations have him swearing, free hand curling into the sheets as he nearly cums.

Liam Lawson:

She laughs as she feels Liam mumble something against her neck. She was all too used to his drunken mumbles pressed against her skin. Though it’d been awhile since he was so sloshed that she couldn’t make out a single thing from his mumbling.

“What was that, love?” She asks, reaching a hand awkwardly behind her to run fingers through his hair.

“Wife.” He mumbles, “Wife.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “Wife?”

He nods, planting a kiss that’s more tongue to her neck making her shudder. “Wife. Such a good, amazing wife.”

A small laugh leaves her and she feels more than hears the whine he lets out. “Who makes a good wife?” She asks, wishing she had her phone with her and it wasn’t on the charge. This would be such a good drunken Liam ramble to capture.

“You.” He whines, pressing closer to her, hands clumsy pushing up her shirt so they can rest on the bare skin of her stomach. “You’re such a good wife. My wife.” He mumbles and she can feel his grin pressed to her skin, before he bites lightly making her jump. “My wife.”

She lets out another laugh gently patting his hands, hoping that in his drunken state he can’t tell how much he’s flustered her. “Okay, love. I’m your wife.”

Charles Leclerc:

“I met her.”

Pascale raises an eyebrow at the non-greeting. It was unlike her Charles, but the slight reverent breathlessness to his voice makes her give him a pass on not having manners as she turns to rearrange the cupboard. “Met who?”

“I met her, maman. My wife.”

“Oh,” her heart thuds a little painfully in her chest. She had heard Charles love, but this was in love and it made her wish that Herve was here to also get to see and hear it. Shutting the cupboard door, she takes a seat at the dining table, pressing the phone a little firmer to her ear. “Tell me all about her.”

Lando Norris:

“Where’d you get the plant?” Lando reads aloud, before glancing back at the new addition to his streaming background. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask the wife,” he immediately stops face showing horror before quickly correcting. “Girlfriend, girlfriend, chat! I did not get married. I do not want a call from my mother wondering why I’ve suddenly eloped.”

Oscar Piastri:

“Hey, babe. Can you call my phone. I’ve lost it?”

Her eyebrows raise as she stares at it poking out from underneath a magazine on the dining table, but pulling out her own phone she calls it. She presses her lips together when he curses when it rings not in the bedroom where he is, but rather out in the living area.

Walking out of the bedroom, he easily spots the now ringing phone on the dining table, scowling at it, before scooping it up and hitting end.

“Wait, what do you have my contact as?” She asks, having only caught a glimpse of it, but it wasn’t her name.

His eyes widen and he shrugs, slipping the device into his pocket. “I don’t know.”

“Oscar.” She steps a little closer. “What do you have me under?”

“What do you have me under?” He parrots back.

Her tongue presses into her cheek for a moment. “Os, my love.”

“What?”

She laughs, shaking her head. “No, that’s what I have you as. Os, my love. Comma and everything.”

“Oh,” he murmurs, feeling his cheeks growing warm and suddenly his contact name for her isn’t embarrassing. “Wife. I’ve got you under as wife.”

“Os,” her voice is soft and he feels himself flush more. “You’re so sweet.” She tells him, before kissing him.

Daniel Ricciardo:

“Any plans for the break?”

Daniel smiles at the interviewer, “Not really. I’ll be back in the factory for some testing and such. But the wife and I might end up in LA for a few days. Meet up with some friends.”

“The wife? Well things must be getting serious.”

“Just a little.” He holds up fingers that are just barely not touching, before laughing and dropping his hand. “Nah, it’s very serious. Can’t really be with someone for three years and it not be serious.”

“You’d be surprised, Daniel. You’d be surprised.”

Logan Sargeant:

Logan watches as his cousin, Tyler, blushes when she bends down to press a kiss to his cheeks, quickly running back to his mom and hiding behind her legs.

“He’s so sweet.” She murmurs to Logan when she joins him, looking at the flowers the four year old had given to her.

“Do I have some competition?”

She sends him an annoyed look before nodding. “Yes. Tyler was very sweet, giving me flowers and asking me to marry him.”

His mouth drops open. He hadn’t been able to hear what Tyler had said to her or what she had said back, but marry him? “But you’re my wife.”

She snorts at the whine in his voice and the way he’s wrapping himself around her.

“Really? Cause I don’t see a ring on her finger.”

“Mom!” Logan protests, straightening a bit, cheeks turning pink.

“She does have a point. I mean, no ring.” She wiggles her left ring finger, exchanging a grin with Logan’s mom.

“I can’t believe I’m losing to a four year old.” He groans, resting his head on her shoulder as she laughs.

Max Verstappen:

Max grins at Thomas. The two had karted together when Max had first started and it had been a good few years since they saw each other. It was pure chance that they were even running into each other.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” Max nods, eyes catching on the girl walking towards him with a small smile on her face, and he quickly wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. “Been better with this one, actually. Thomas, this is my wife.”

Her head snaps towards him, barely hearing her name and she just barely manages to extend a hand out to shake Max’s old friend’s hand. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“You as well. I had no idea that you got married, Max. Keeping it private?”

Max flushes, his words finally catching up to him but before he can stutter and stammer in his way through an explanation, she replies. “Something like that.”

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #pierre gasly imagine #liam lawson imagine #charles leclerc imagine #lando norris imagine #oscar piastri imagine #daniel ricciardo imagine #logan sargeant imagine #max verstappen imagine #this was so fun to do #have a part twoer in the works but with the screaming meals boys and callum ilott #sins fics

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babble28 · 2 months ago

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Illicit affairs (Spencer x curvy! Hotch reader) part 1

An: hey guys, this is my very first fic EVER so pls lmk if I missed anything or if something is wrong, or unclear. thanks for reading! let me know if you like it and I could do a part two :)

words: 1,889 (ish)

Warnings: insecure reader, mention of death of a parent, slight age gap (like 5 years), reader is Aron's daughter, mentions of dating issues/friend issues, reader is bad at math, reader is in college lmk if I missed any warnings thx

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"𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰"

Special agent Aaron Hotchner, or as you would call him, Dad, was never one for taking things lightly. Which, in your mind, was both a blessing and a curse, as you seemed to get the brunt end of the stick when you were in danger or in trouble, being his only daughter and all. You know your father's love for you was boundless, but growing up with an FBI agent for a dad meant little to no spontaneity in your life.

You were not allowed to stay out late, even into your later teen years, and you were definitely not allowed to have boys around the house without your dad’s approval.

However, dating wasn't much in the cards for you. Growing up you had always been a little chubby. After going through puberty and not quite losing all your “baby fat” as your mother used to call it, you became increasingly more self-conscious into your teenage years. Feeling dejected as your skinnier friends soon began to get boyfriends and girlfriends, while you were left alone in your room watching your latest favorite show as you internally sulked over being by yourself.

It’s not as if you hadn't ever had boyfriends, or dated before, just that no one lasted long enough to mean anything. In your early teen years, there was Liam, he lasted approximately 74 days before your best friend at the time, Melanie, asked him out and he left you for her.

Although it hurt at the time, you were young and had long since brushed it off. Your senior year of high school brought you Aiden, who was kind and made you feel better about yourself, or so you thought. That didn’t last long, considering he cheated on you with his ex and when you found out, you forgave him before breaking up a few months later after one of your friends had let slip what he had done to you in front of your father. Your dad was never explicitly rude or harsh about boyfriends, but after Aiden, he became far more protective of you.

The protectiveness only grew after your mom's passing just after your 18th birthday. And ever since it's just been you, your dad, and your new half-brother, Jack.

Now, a sophomore in college, you are as lonely as ever. All your friends are either in school themselves, or moving out with their partners. You had never been very good with making friends so, despite your efforts, you had about two people you talked to in your classes, but nothing too close to friendships.

It was finally Saturday, which meant no school, and best of all one of your father’s only days off. He had promised to spend more time with you, feeling guilty that he was off working more than he was home. Plus, Jack spent most of his time with his mother Haley, so most of the time you were alone, and truthfully, you just missed your dad. After your mom's passing, it was you and your dad against the world as you liked to say.

You woke up early, to surprise your dad with pancakes in the morning. He worked so hard for you and supported you through so much, you truly enjoyed helping him out when you could.

When the pancakes were cooking your dad came down the stairs, still in his pajamas with his hair tousled slightly in the back.

You both had a great morning, talking about school, work, and other anecdotes throughout the week you two had experienced.

As you guys started cleaning dishes, you heard the most irritating sound of your father's phone going off, usually meaning duty calls.

Knowing now, you had wished that's what the call was about.

Your dad responded to the person on the other line curtly, almost… disappointed, “Thank you, Mr. Harris, I’ll be sure to get this all sorted out by the end of the weekend,” your dad hung up the phone and gave you a stern look.

“Well, your school counselor just called me, he said you’ve failed your last two math tests?”

He gave you a quizzical look as if he was asking about the validity of your counselor's statement.

“I’m sorry Dad” you began to tear up, math had always been a struggle for you, but last year you had a tutor, Mrs. Hansen, an old widowed school teacher who had lived just down the street from your house. However, over the summer she moved in with her daughter in California. So, your grades have been slipping. “Hey, it’s okay sweetie, I just want to make sure you are okay” he soothed, “Do you think we need to get you help again?” he asked, pulling you into a hug. “Y-yeah, I think that would be best” you cried into his shoulder. “Okay, let's talk about this later and have a fun day,” he said, giving you a reassuring squeeze and going to get dressed.

The following Monday you woke up and did your usual routine, getting ready for school was always hard. Seeing the new shirt you bought cling to your body in all the wrong places made you feel stressed. Looking at yourself in the mirror you pinch and pull at your clothes, seeing if they would change but, to no avail. Sighing, you changed into your go-to, big shirt, and sweats, trying to hide as much of yourself as possible.

As you walk into the kitchen you notice a Tupperware of last night's dinner left out, you quickly realize that your father had left his lunch at home. Deciding to take it with you, you wrote him a little note and put it in a bag with an apple and a cookie that you two had made together on his day off.

You had visited your dad's place of work quite often considering he basically lives there. However, in recent years you have tried to stay away from that place. While your dad had assumed it was due to the horrifying things they had to look at and deal with on cases, for you it was due to an entirely different and frankly scarier reason.

Dr. Spencer Reid was that reason.

He was around your age, a solid 27 to your 21, nearly 22. However, he was incredibly smart and, in the past few years, you had developed quite a crush on the unassuming doctor. You knew nothing would come of it, considering he was not only your father's colleague but also the fact that he was so incredibly smart and handsome and you were… well just you. He would never fall for someone who looked like you and who could barely remember the Pythagorean theorem. Let alone any of the crazy things he knew, that you probably couldn't even comprehend.

Taking a deep breath, you flash the guard your permanent visitor badge your dad had given you when you graduated high school for “emergencies only” he had said sternly. You walk in and head straight for the Bau department.

Entering the bau always caused a wave of nostalgia for you, as you had been coming here since before you could remember. Entering the bullpen, you were immediately greeted by Penelope (your fairy godmother, as she liked to call herself) who practically squealed when she noticed you entered. “y/n!! My sweet baby! Oh, have I missed you” She embraced you, her vanilla perfume causing a smile to spread on your face. Being around one of your favorite people was always a plus of coming here.

“Is that the beautiful y/n?” you heard Derek come out of the kitchenette with a fresh cup of coffee. “I missed you guys” You hug them both. “I just brought my dad's lunch, then I have class, so unfortunately I won't be here long, but I'll see you guys this weekend at Uncle David's dinner” you explain to the two. SSA David Rossi and your father had been close since before you were born, and due to your parents not being married when having you, your father decided that the best person to be there for you when he wasn’t was his friend. Ever since, you have called him uncle.

“Have you decided on a major yet?” Derek asks, he helped console you last summer when you weren’t quite sure what you wanted to major in, stating that he himself wasn’t sure what he wanted to do when he went into collage, and said that no matter how long it took,things would be alright.

“Criminal psychology” you smirked at him, knowing he’d be impressed with you following in your makeshift family's footsteps.

“That's my girl,” he chuckles.

“Is that my bella (y/n)?” Detective Rossi emerges from your father's office with a smile on his face. “Hi Uncle David, just dropping off Dad's lunch,” you say walking towards the door he had just emerged from.

After exchanging pleasantries with your godfather, and the promise of attending his dinner party that weekend, you finally entered your father's office. However, as you stepped in, you knew someone else was there, you first saw those beautiful brown curls, your breath caught in your throat, and you prepared for embarrassment. His hazel eyes lock on yours and you swear time stops. That is until your father promptly asked your reason for being at the office. “O-oh, uh, right sorry, you forgot your lunch at home I just came to bring it to you,” you said swiftly looking away from Spencer's piercing gaze. “H-hi Spencer” you stubble out, avoiding eye contact. “Hello (y/n)” he waves back.

“Alright, well I gotta get to class so, I’ll see you later” You wave to your dad goodbye. “Wait (y/n)!” your dad calls after you as your turn to leave his office. You hum and turn around, catching Spencer’s eye in the process. “Your teacher sent me the link to the study guide for your math test, I printed it out for you, so you can work on it with your tutor,” he said, ignorant to how embarrassing it was to be told that in front of THE Dr. Reid. he grabbed the packet from his desk drawer and set them onto his desk. Spencer, who had been sitting on the chair directly in front of said packet, had glanced over at it and said “Oh, I loved doing my sophomore math, did you know that the word math derives from the ancient Greek word Máthēma? Meaning something learned” Your dad looked at you, as though a cartoon light bulb had turned on over his head. “I have an idea,” he said. You stayed silent, curious as to what he was about to say.

“Spencer, how would you like to help tutor (y/n) with their coursework?”

Spencer's eyes widened slightly, he looked at you, then your dad, and nodded his head. “I suppose I could do that, Morgan says I need more interaction with people my age anyway, and frankly I think this could be a good learning experience for both of us, you know, studies show that interacting with people your age significantly increases-”

“Reid, that's enough.” your dad stops him.

Meanwhile, your cheeks were heating up as the thought of Spencer Reid in your house teaching you math flooded your brain.

You were truly and utterly fucked.

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