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milkpup · 4 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ bad luck comes in threes (and in me)

›› nsfw 18+ / 3 part fic

@ace_343 on twt

ch 2 ♡ ch 3

ʚ ao3 ɞ / ʚ kofi ɞ / ʚ fic masterlist ɞ

›› naoya zenin x f!reader ›› megumi fushiguro x f!reader ›› toji fushiguro x f!eader ›› naoya x f!reader x megumi / megumi x f!reader x toji ›› naoya x f!reader x megumi + toji ›› started: 1/12/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are close friends. He invites you to his family's estate where you start to notice how bad your luck really is.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, pseudo-incest (they all want y/n, not eachother), harsh language, abuse, power imbalance, dubious consent / rxpe / noncon

‹𝟹 tags: AGED UP CHARACTERS!, au - no deaths, au - toji and megumi are part of zenin clan still, power imblance, degradation, choking, loss of virginity, name calling, pet names, some fluff and LOTS OF SMUT, slight angst, all the zenins want you basically, vaginal, blow jobs, cunnilingus, face sitting, 4some, mdom, fsub, pseudo-incest, meet the family, breeding, cum as lube, cum swapping, light blood, aggressive choking, will update tags as more is added, praise, being called a good girl

‹𝟹 notes: this is a long time in the making. i probably started this fic over a month ago >< i've been working on it more than my lfls fic that i like more. just smthn abt naoya...... (usually i prefer naoya to be subby but this fic is diff oopsies :3!). lmk what y'all think.i'll be updating my other fic real soon but for now, crumbs of this i guess LOL. i was originally going to do a oneshot but it was already starting to get long and i hadn't even progressed much in the plot i have written up x-x so i figured i'd do 3 chaps since it's like the theme >:3 hope y'all like it!!!

i'll be updating tags as it progresses. i'm super excited abt this fic even tho it's like 99% smut. (idk how to write stuff w/o smut oops) what can i say??? 🤌

!! - again, PLEASE READ TAGS BEFORE CONTINUING - !!

! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

Chapter 1: Exposed

“So, do you think you can make it?” Megumi asks, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at you inquisitively. “To my family event, the reunion thing, I mean.”

You hadn’t thought about it much. Sipping on your tea, you contemplated. You’ve never met Megumi’s extended family; you had no idea what they would be like. Megumi’s family is huge, and it would be a multi-day event held at their estate. “Oh, what the hell. I have nothing better to do during winter break anyways.”

His face lights up a bit at your confirmation, but Megumi tries his hardest to hide it. You can see the blush creeping across his nose, his cheeks, even reaching the tips of his ears. He was like a little puppy, excited to see you.

“Make sure to bring any nice clothes you want to wear, but there will be pajamas and toiletries provided to you.” He finished his drink and moved to throw his away. “Are you done too?”

You felt bad, you had a little bit of your tea left and he was patiently waiting for you to finish to throw your trash away for you. You hurriedly suck up the remainder of the tea through the straw, and hand him the empty cup. “Thanks, Megs.” You chirp.

Megumi blushes and looks away as he takes your cup from your hands.

You’re back at your house, frantically packing last minute before Megumi comes over to pick you up. You’ve always been an overpacker, and you have no idea what to expect. You throw all sorts of garments into a pile that you want to take: casual clothes like leggings and hoodies, dresses and formalwear, and intimates. You blush, picking up matching sets of underwear and bras. You decide to toss them onto the pile anyways, better prepared than not. You didn’t know who you were “preparing” for, but felt your cheeks flush anyways. I’m meeting my close friend’s extended party and I’m packing lingerie, am I a fucking creep? You shake your head, trying to shake the thoughts out too.

You finish stuffing your clothes into your bags, packing some makeup and skincare that they probably wouldn’t have available. Just as you finish zipping your second bag, you hear a loud knock on the front door. It’s Megumi.

You open the door with a soft smile, greeting Megumi. “Thanks for picking me up Megs! Can you help me with my other bag?”

He looks down to where you’re gesturing, noticing the other bag. “Jeez ____, it’s a 3 day party. How many clothes do you need?”

You blush, sheepishly. “I just want to be prepared… y’know?” Megumi huffs and groans before picking up both bags. A lady should never have to carry her own bags, and he noticed it seemed like you were struggling with how heavy these bags were, being packed to the absolute brim.

“T-thanks, Megs.” You croak out as you follow behind him to his car. He doesn’t reply, hoisting your bags in the trunk before slamming it shut. You open the door and sit in the passenger side, buckling your seatbelt with an audible click. He gets in shortly after you, adjusting his seatbelt and turning the car on.

The silence is thick, but not awkward. You and Megumi were comfortable around each other, not requiring a word to be said as you sat in comfortable silence on the drive to his family’s estate. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you ask Megumi, breaking the silence, “So what are the plans for the event? How big is it going to be, anyways?”

Megumi answers you, not taking his eyes off the road. “It will have pretty much my entire family, extended family, and family friends. There’s lots to do at our estate, from the gardens, movie room, bar room, and more. As for planned events, music and lots of food, maybe dancing?” His tone ends questioningly, he knows his family isn’t particularly fond of frivolous activities like dancing, but there might still be some as more people loosen up.

You nod, taking in his answer. This sounds almost a little exciting. Much better than spending time holed up in your room, studying or watching youtube.

Megumi pulled up to the grandiose estate. “Wow Gumi, I knew your family was loaded…. But not THIS loaded,” You gasped in awe. The entire property was large enough to be a mini village. You were shocked, to say the least. The beautiful landscaping, trees, the koi pond that connected into a river surrounding the main building… it was all too beautiful.

“Yeah, they are wealthy on a whole different level,” he responds, as he pops the trunk and retrieves your bags. “Usually they have servants around, but I’ll show you around the estate myself instead.” He starts walking towards the front entrance, you follow him closely behind, not wanting to get lost.

Megumi doesn’t even have to open the door, servants inside let him in as soon as he approaches. He briskly walks along the pavilion, turning left towards a long corridor. You try to match pace, but his long legs gives him an advantage. You take this moment, a few paces behind Megumi, to admire his raven locks bouncing as he walked.

As you’re walking, you pass an entryway, seeing a few figures to your right. Someone clicks their tongue. “I see my cousin Megumi understands,” he starts, eyes following your figure as you walk past him, “that a woman’s place is three steps behind a man’s.” This mysterious man, related to Megumi, smirks as your figure disappears.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s so full of shit it’s festering,” Megumi spits out. He seems to really hate whoever that guy was. Megumi leads you to a room down a quiet corridor and opens the door. “This will be your room for the next few nights,” He announces as he enters the room and sets your bags down. “My room is on the other side of the estate. These are the guest rooms. We can check mine out later, if you’re interested.” He flushes at that last part, looking down and uncomfortably shifting his weight. “Anyways, I have to clean up before dinner in an hour. I’ll be back to see you soon.’

Megumi retreats from your room and closes the door behind him. You decide to unpack, putting things in the drawers and hanging some items in the closet. The room was quite spacious, with its own bathroom attached and adjacent to this room.

You haven’t finished unpacking yet but decided to take a quick shower just to freshen up. You scope out the bathroom and quickly shut the door behind you. Turning the shower on to a scalding hot temp, you wait for it to heat up as steam fills the bathroom. You strip and enter the shower.

He stalks the hallway you were walking through but a moment ago. He’s insanely curious as to what you look like up close, intrigued by your fleeting form as you walked by behind Megumi. He wondered if you were his toy, you following Megumi like a puppy definitely gave off that message.

He can still smell a lingering scent of citrus and flowers. He knows it’s you, because women of the clan are usually not permitted to walk this side of the estate anyways. He’s following your trail, like a predator following its prey. He sees the faint glow of light coming from the crack of a door and approaches it.

He knocks once. No response. He knocks twice. Still nothing. Naoya Zenin believed he was a gentleman, but he had his limits. This was his future estate, he believed he had every right to know every single thing going on under this roof.

He lets himself in, and immediately sees the cracked bathroom door, a bit of steam escaping. He hears you humming while taking a shower, and smirks. He silently closes the door, and makes his way towards your plush bed. He sees a bag open, clothes strewn about. Something frilly and lacy catches his eye, and he walks towards the table instead. He picks the article of clothing up, noticing he was holding a black thong, laces and bows, adorned with gems along the thin waistband. He licked his lips, unholy thoughts flooding his brain.

He hears you shut off the shower, and quickly pockets the garment, swiftly moving to sit on the edge of the bed. A few moments pass, and the door of the bathroom swings open. Steam floods your room, quickly dissipating. You have a towel wrapped around your body, still humming as you walk towards your pile of clothes. You had set a specific set on top to put on after your shower. You could have sworn the thong was there, but as you rummaged through your bag the garment was nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for these, little miss?” You gasp and turn around to see a man sitting on your bed, holding up your thong with 1 finger, while smirking and eyeing you down. You nearly drop your towel, but regain composure.

“Who are you?” You ask, unsure of why a strange man you’ve never seen before let himself into your room.

“My apologies, doll, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Naoya Zenin. I’m set to be the next heir of the clan and estate,” he smirks, “And I figured I should personally introduce myself to you. It would be impolite of me not to do so. Who are you?”

“I’m _____, Megumi’s friend. He invited me over to meet all his family.” His ears perked up at you mentioning your friendship with Megumi, a devious thought crossing. You were still in your towel, cold air further cooling your already wet skin.

“You didn’t answer my first question, little miss. Were you planning on wearing these?” He practically spins the panties around his finger, staring you down intently. “I didn’t think such a good girl would bring something like this to wear when meeting her friend’s family…” He trails off.

A blushes creeps along your face, you didn’t think someone would know. You didn’t think someone would barge into your room, look through your clothes, and tease you about it. You couldn’t even look Naoya in the eye, shame clearly on display on your features.

“Don’t worry, woman, I won’t tell anyone. You wouldn’t want your close friend, Megumi, to know about this right? I won’t tell; however, my silence has a price.” He finishes his comment, smirking at you. His sultry gaze was locked on you, scanning your body from head to toe. He grinned and licked his lips, thinking about how he could manipulate you.

“What do you mean?” You look up at him, confused and unsure about the situation. “What do I have to do?” At that question, Naoya lifts himself from your bed to make his way towards you. His gaze never once leaving yours, making intense eye contact that sent shivers down your spine and left you trembling. You felt like prey being stalked by a predator.

Naoya is right in front of you now, as he grabs both wrists with his hands and lifts them above your head. You’re startled but have no time to react as he pushes you against a wall, wrists pinned above you. You can feel Naoya’s hot breath tickling your cheek, making you lose all sense of rationality. He grins at you, looking down as he has you in a position you can’t easily free yourself from. Your head hangs low, looking down, trying to stifle your heavy breathing. You don’t want him to know his actions are affecting you.

“I know women are dumb, but seriously, how can you not know what I mean? At least you’re pretty….” He leaves his sentence unfinished, bringing a cold hand to your chin and tilting your head to look at him. “Little miss, I’ll explain it to you once, in an easy way to understand. I want to use you. Your body, specifically. Will you be a good girl and let me? Or do you want me to make you.” Naoya’s tone drops a bit, almost grunting at the end. Thoughts about what “using you” entails floods your mind. You’re inexperienced, but not entirely clueless. Your blush deepens as you look into his eyes, now peering down at you.

You didn’t think being degraded and praised in the span of a few seconds would entice you as much as it would. Normally you’re a very independent woman, fully capable of realizing your own dreams and pursuing your own goals. But something… something about being put down but also called a good girl sent you driving up the wall with insanity. You were hooked near instantly.

“Yes sir,” you meekly respond, looking up at Naoya. Your emotions and lust are on clear display for him, and he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Good girl.” He smirks. “Just to be clear, I have very specific tastes and like to be pleased in a certain way. Try and make me proud, you dumb whore.” Your cheeks flared red at the insult. “Open your mouth, cunt.”

You made no hesitation to fulfill his command. He still had a firm grip on your chin, leaning down as he spit into your mouth. “Swallow, princess.” He instructs as he pushes your mouth closed. You comply, feeling more heat pooling between your legs. “Good girl,” he purrs as you open your mouth to show him.

He leans back into you, lips crashing into yours. He nips at your bottom lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood as he goes back to kissing you. He can taste the blood mixed with both of your saliva as he forces his tongue into your mouth, trying to push his way into every part of you he can. His hand previously at your chin is moving down toward your neck, resting into a firm grip across your neck. You can still breathe, but the firm pressure while he’s sloppily kissing you elicits a few soft moans from you into his mouth. You can’t tell, but he’s grinning as his grip increases a bit. He pulls away before taunting you, “Do you like that? Huh? Are you a masochist or something?” He’s not relenting, grip strengthening as you’re looking up at him, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

You’re unable to speak, so you try to nod your head to show him that he’s right. He notices and loosens his grip before moving his hand towards your chest. “Good girl,” he praises you. “I like that.” He leaves kisses in a trail from your lips to your neck, kissing over the faint marks his hands left before. You’re still against the wall, hands above your head, and he released his other grip before picking you up and carrying you to your bed.

“Next time, I want to see you wear that slutty fucking lingerie you brought. You’re such a dirty girl.” He peers down at you as you’re left exposed on your bed. He’s crawling above you, pushing you into the mattress. He gives you a few impatient kisses before moving back to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts while his mouth moves to the other. His other hand is fervently roamed your body, moving down your tummy towards your hips and eventually resting on your thigh. His hands were soft but rough trailing along your skin, as if he was searching for something.

Naoya’s hand slips to your inner thigh, just shy of your exposed cunt. He lightly grips it as he starts leaving a trail of kisses down your body as he took his hand from your breast and pushed your thighs apart. He left love bites and marks as he made his way to your cunt, stopping to look up at you. He grinned as he spit on one of his fingers, prodding its way through your folds to find your clit. He’s been with many women, and although he has an arrogant attitude, he does know exactly how to please a woman.

He rubs circles around your clit as his mouth leaves a little bite mark against your inner thigh. You softly moan at the pain as Naoya’s eyes flick up to meet yours. Although you can’t see it, you’re sure he has that asshole smirk of his. Your suspicions are pretty much confirmed when he says “Are you some masochist? Some dumb bitch who likes to be hurt. For real?” You think you heard a laugh as he moved his finger down to your hole, spitting some more before he fucked you with a finger. You didn’t need any more lube, you were practically drenched. He pushed his finger in, feeling how tight your hole was with only one of his fingers.

“You have the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt. I’m impressed. Are you a virgin too?” He looked up at you, expecting an answer.

“Yeah..” You tried to hide your face with your hands, embarrassed at your lack of experience. Naoya saw it differently though. His cock twitched in his pants as you replied, and he started moving his finger inside your tight cunt. He loved hearing the little moans you make as he slipped his finger in and out, a lewd wet sound filling the room. He was trying to get you used to it, but he was getting impatient. He was already working harder for any woman he’s ever been with.

His mouth moved above your clit, tongue flicking around the sensitive bud as he slipped in another long finger into your hole. He curled and scissored his fingers, trying to stretch you as his fingers fucked you faster. Your face was flush with embarrassment as you still tried to contain some of your moans. One more finger slipped in, stretching your walls while he moved above you, face aligned with yours.

He kept fingering your cunt as he aggressively kissed you, biting your lip before he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You could feel yourself come closer to the edge, your core tightening. You were moaning into his mouth, arms wrapped around his neck pulling his body closer into yours.

“Fuck... Naoya…” you whined out as you felt the thread about to snap, “I’m gonna—cum!!” His fingers slammed into your cunt as he was leaving marks along your neck. You felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he expertly prepped your cunt for the main event.

“You’re such a good girl… I almost feel bad taking your virginity. Almost.” Naoya takes out his fingers, sucking on a few of them to taste you. He pushes one of his fingers into your mouth, commanding you to taste your own cunt. “Next time I’ll taste you myself… but I can’t wait any longer,” he says as he’s taking off his shirt and pants, pulling down his briefs to expose his large cock. He moves up above you again, grabbing your legs by the ankle as his body is pushed against yours. He’s putting you in a mating press. He moves the tip to your entrance and spits on his cock before slowly pushing inside, feeling your tight walls around his girthy cock.

He gives you time to adjust, but it isn’t nearly enough. Naoya has been kind enough, but he always takes what he wants. Still, he will be nice one last time. “I’m gonna fuck you how I want to now, okay whore? You’re gonna be a good girl and take it anyways, right?” He gives you no time to prepare as he slams into you, bottoming out, forcibly deflowering you. The pain hurts, but Naoya is relentless. He pulls out and briefly gives you a moment of respite before slamming his cock back into your cunt. Despite the pain, the feeling is like never before as his body is pushed against yours, cock ramming in and out of your hole. Your cute moans are like music to his ears.

He leans down towards your face, seeming like he’s going to kiss you but instead spits on you. He moves a hand to grasp around your throat as you’re looking up at, unable to make any sound as his cock abuses your hole. The pressure and lack of air make your head feel dizzy as he spits again, degrading you. “You like that too, huh, stupid slut.” He hips pick up speed, pulling out before repeatedly bottoming out into your cunt. He lets go of your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. He would never admit it, but the sound of you struggling to breathe drives him insane.

He spits on his hand and moves it to your clit, fervently rubbing your bud, bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night. You feel the waves of pleasure overwhelm your body as he’s raw dogging your cunt and relentlessly abusing your clit. Your moans are laced with pleasure, dripping with your ecstasy as you cum over Naoya’s cock, tightening your walls around him.

Naoya mercilessly fucks your virgin hole like he deserves it, like it’s owed to him. Whatever he wants, he gets. He’s grunting as moaning as he picks up speed, fucking you like an animal. “Hey bitch, ah fuck—I’m gonna cum in you. You’re gonna take it like a good girl alright?” He lightly slaps your face as he’s finishing his sentence, bottoming out for the last time before he slams back inside your cunt and paints your insides white. You can feel the warmth of his seed filling you; there’s so much of it that it leaks out, a lewd sight before Naoya as he looks down at where you’re both connected. Before he can pull out and clean himself, the door to the guest room slightly creaked open as if it had been left ajar, not fully closed. Naoya cursed himself for not closing and locking the door.

Megumi had been standing there for not even 5 minutes when he went to check on you and bring you to dinner. He was approaching your room when he heard faint moaning coming from your room. He was confused and curious, stopping in front of your door as he noticed it was left slightly open. What he saw left him shocked and speechless, unable to move or avert his gaze through the crack.

He heard you more than he could see you clearly, but your moans that are more beautiful than a symphony of angels was more than enough to make Megumi’s cock strain in his pants. He peered closer, unable to see who was fucking you but still able to see your bodies colliding. He couldn’t deny how erotic it was to see you get fucked, but a twang of jealousy and pain struck his heart that he wasn’t the one making your body shake in pleasure.

He hears a voice, it sounds familiar although he can’t quite place it, telling you he’s about to cum. Megumi leans forward more, slightly pushing the door as he watches the other man breed you. Just as the door squeaks, the man’s head whips to see the door and he makes eye contact with Megumi.

“____, what are you doing?” Megumi questions as he practically stumbles into the room. You lift your head to see Megumi looking at you and Naoya in horror. Shame and embarrassment overcome you, and you move to cover yourself with some blankets as Naoya got off of you and faced Megumi,

“I think it’s more appropriate to ask what are you doing, Megumi?” Naoya’s staring daggers into Megumi; he’s unaffected that his family member caught him in a compromising position, almost as if he’s used to it.

“I was coming to get ___ for dinner… I didn’t realize she was busy being a disgusting fucking whore and sleeping with my family though.” He looks over to you, making eye contact as he sees tears form in the corners of your eyes. He doesn’t actually think you’re disgusting, quite the opposite in fact. But he’s so upset that someone else got to be with you first, and Naoya of all people. As if that scum deserved to be with someone like you.

Naoya could instantly tell what was going on here. He can read Megumi like a book, and smirks as he grabs fistfuls of your hair and pulls you against his chest to taunt Megumi. “Looks like you lost. This is why I’ve always been superior to you. You wanted this little slut, huh? Mad that I broke her in first, aren’t you?” His voice is laced with amusement as he provokes Megumi. He pulls your head to be almost level with his as he spits onto your face. “Your little friend is quite the slut, I had a lot of fun using her like the whore she is. She probably wouldn’t even mind if you joined in, isn’t that right bitch?”

Despite the predicament you were in, you couldn’t help but feel aroused at Naoya’s manhandling and suggestion of Megumi joining in. It had never crossed your mind, although Megumi is quite attractive, you didn’t think he was interested. You were only able to mutter out a small “yes” as you look over to Megumi, noticing the flush in his cheeks reaching all the way to the ends of his ears, and the straining bulge in his pants.

“I’m sorry, ___... Be good for me, please?” He was almost pleading as he was walking over to the bed, already starting to strip.

“You can hurt her and call her names, that dumb whore likes it.” Naoya says, moving aside to let Megumi have easier access to you. You’re still lying on your back, barely recovered from getting your guts rearranged only minutes before. Megumi stands in front of you before kneeling down to get at eye level with your cunt. Naoya hadn’t been able to get up since Megumi stumbled into the room; because of this, your womb was filled to the brim with Naoya’s hot cum leaking out of your small hole. Megumi’s eyes were immediately locked on at the lewd sight before him when he used both hands to grip your thighs and spread them apart.

He moved a slender finger past your leaking hole, scooping a bit of cum up with his fingers as he dragged his finger across your clit. The sharp inhale and moan you made sounded absolutely divine to Megumi, urging him to keep going. “Good girl…” he purrs, as he moves his long fingers down to your hole again, once again scooping another glob of cum. “Sit up, slut,” He commands as he stands up. You comply, not willing to play any games in a situation like this. He shoves his cum covered fingers into your mouth; you lap it up and suck his fingers without having to be told anything. Megumi grins. “Good girl, ____. Such a good girl.”

“I bet you like that, don’t you slut?” You hear Naoya’s remark from aside you, he’s watching all of this unfold right before him. Megumi takes his fingers out of your mouth, Naoya grips you with fistfuls of hair and forces you to look at him. “Answer me, bitch.” He glares at you intensely.

“Yes… yes sir… I do.” You try to look anywhere except him but Naoya isn’t having it.

“When men are speaking, you show them the respect they deserve. That means you answer clearly and fucking pay attention. Got it?” He tugs your head to face him, leaning in closer until he’s only a few inches from your face. “Open your mouth, bitch. And don’t swallow until I tell you to.” You comply and he spits into your mouth, before closing the gap and letting his lips crash into yours. He bites your lip, drawing blood. The metallic essence mixes with his spit before Naoya leans back and instructs you to swallow. It feels perverse and humiliating to admit that it turned you on.

Megumi dropped onto his knees again, this time pushing his slender fingers into your cunt. It feels different this time for you; he’s gentler as he stretches you open. He takes his time adding more fingers, taking in every moment and feeling.

“Let’s change the position, yeah Megumi?” Naoya says it more as a statement and less of a question as he’s already moving to rest on the bed against the wall, pillows propping him up. He pulls you away from Megumi while simultaneously flipping you onto your tummy. He pulls you into his lap, supporting your arms until you’re able to prop yourself up above his cock. One hand grips the back of your head and pulls you closer to his thick cock. He pulls you by your hair, aligning your mouth with the tip of his cock as he forcefully shoves your head down. You nearly gag, pushing against him as he tries to use your mouth. Despite your resistance, Naoya doesn’t seem to care and is chasing his own high using you to get him off. You take him into your mouth, inexperienced but trying to adjust quickly. Naoya gives you barely any time to try and settle within the rhythm he’s created. You basically gag on his cock every time he plunges it slightly deeper than the last, but this only enhances Naoya’s pleasure.

While Naoya’s aggressive use of your mouth is going on, Megumi is taking his time to explore you from behind. His fingers are touching every part of your body he can get to, settling on your ass that he starts to spread apart. He’s entranced by the glistening of your cunt in the light, lost in thought about how lewd you look taking Naoya’s cock while bent over for him like a full course meal. He’s done with his “inspection” and moves one of his slender fingers to your entrance. He slips it in easily, listening to you moan with a cock stuffed in your mouth. Naoya pushes your head down farther along his length, trying to hit the back of your throat. You try to control your breathing in time with his rhythm.

Megumi slips another finger inside, stretching your cunt. “Fuck, ____, I didn’t think you were this tight.” He groans as he starts fucking you with his fingers. The lewd sounds he forces out you vibrate around Naoya’s cock. His other hand is grabbing fistfuls of your hair, face fucking you harder as your dripping cunt takes another of Megumi’s fingers. Megumi picks up pace, bringing another hand to your clit to add extra stimulation, but mostly so he can see you writhe and squirm under him while trying to hold yourself up.

“Will you be a good girl for me and cum, ___?” Megumi coos, stringing you along with his praises. “You look like such a dirty girl right now, already about to cum with just my fingers. So cute.” He finger fucks you harder now, making lewd wet noises as his fingers slam back into your pussy. His other hand is toying with your clit, drawing circles and rubbing the little button to bring you closer to your ecstasy. You can feel the knot tightening in your stomach, feeling yourself be pushed over the edge with his fingers alone.

Naoya thrusts into your throat, choking you and momentarily leaving you without air as Megumi pushes you over the edge. You feel your cunt tighten around his fingers as the waves of pleasure wash over you, the lack of air adding to your heightened senses. You moan as you’re cumming, giving just enough sensation to Naoya for him to creampie your throat. His cum is being forced down your throat, yet there’s still so much that some leaks from the corners of your mouth as his cock is pushed against the back of your throat. He finally shows mercy and pulls out as you’re coming down from your high. You force yourself to as much as you can before gasping for air, panting as you trying to calm down again.

“You did a good job taking all of me, slut.” Naoya grins as he lifts your chin with one of his fingers, leaning down to give you a kiss as you share his cum in your mouth. You didn’t think he’d be into some perverted shit like that, yet he’s basically tongue fucking your mouth still full of his cum. He pulls away, a long string of saliva and cum still connecting you two.

Megumi watches you two, his cock throbbing so intensely it almost hurts. He wastes no time in pulling his pants and boxers down before spitting in his hand and lubing his cock up. He’s shuffling behind you, lining himself up with your cunt before he pushes in at full force, giving you no time to adjust to his monstrous cock. You let out a yelp, air evacuating your lungs at the surprise intrusion. He’s balls deep near instantly in your tight hole, stretching you open with a cock that is even girthier than Naoya’s.

Naoya is watching you, grinning, and lazily stroking his cock. You have no idea how he’s able to keep going for multiple rounds, only a little bit of time in between. But you don’t care. The man in front of you is irresistibly hot even though his attitude is garbage. You would do anything he asked no matter how degrading it is in hopes that he would manhandle you again. As these thoughts cross your mind, Megumi reels you back into reality as he pushes so deep into your womb you’re sure he probably bruised your cervix.

“Your pussy is amazing, sweetheart. You have no idea… hah.. how long I’ve been wanting this.” Megumi praises you, unable to control his breathy moans as he continues fucking you with full force. One of your arms is pulled to your side, Megumi interlocking fingers and holding your hand as he drills into you. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but do some cute shit.

His other hand lightly smacks your ass as you whimper in pleasure, unable to hide the fact that you like it a little rough. Megumi lets go of your hand as you feel both his arms snake around your waist, pulling you up and against his chest as he fucks you. Your back is to his chest, on full display for Naoya in front of you. His shiteating grin is plastered on his face as he has a front row view of Megumi’s cock sliding in and out of you. He gets up from his seated position to face you. Megumi’s arms are still wrapped around your body, supporting you as he drills into your cunt. You can feel his breath against your neck and hear his soft whimpers in your ear. “You’re doing so well, slut. Such a good girl for me huh?” He whispers into your ear. His words send chills down your spine as he keeps ramming his cock into you, abusing your poor hole.

Naoya moves closer to you, his face only a few inches away from yours. He kisses you slowly, before aggressively trying to fill your mouth with his tongue. He pulls away, spits on your face, and lightly slaps your face. “You love taking your friend’s cock, huh? Didn’t think it would be that good, did you? Who knew you’d be the family’s fuckdoll.” He chuckles at his degrading joke, but you couldn’t help but internalize his words. You have no idea how you got to be in this situation, but you were definitely not complaining. Something about multiple men of the same family using you how they liked made your cunt drip at the mere thought of it.

Naoya moves his mouth to your neck, leaving little marks on your skin to prove he was there. Little bruises of his lust for you, marking your skin like you’re property. Megumi start pulling out with only the tip left inside, before bottoming out into your cunt. He groans beside you, lost in the addictive pleasure that is you. Megumi was no virgin, but he believed you were the best person he’s ever fucked, your body insanely attractive and your personality catching and reeling him, unable to resist you.

Naoya moves back before bringing a hand to your neck, gripping your throat and momentarily cutting off your oxygen. “Megumi… fuck this bitch harder when I choke her, okay? She fucking loves it.” And he wasn’t wrong, you did love it. He gripped your throat, a smirk planted on his features as he watched you helpless and at his mercy. Some drool started dripping out of your mouth and you could feel your vision starting to haze around the edges. Megumi fucked into you harder, pulling you closer to his body. Naoya let his grip loosen a bit around your throat, enough to allow some air to fill your lungs again.

“I’m close, baby. I’m gonna fill you up okay? Be a good girl and take all of it for me.” Megumi purrs beside you. Naoya takes this moment to strengthen the grip around your throat, cutting off your air. You feel Megumi’s speed pick up, him desperately chasing his orgasm. You can hear his staggered whimpers as he empties his load into your cunt, filling your already full womb even more. Naoya releases his hand from your throat, making you choke and gasp for air. He’s looking down at you with sadistic satisfaction as you struggle to catch your breath.

Megumi pulls out and lets go of your waist, and you plop down onto the bed absolutely fucked out. Naoya is quick to get off the bed and start dressing. He finishes so quickly it’s as if he was speedrunning it (he has done this many, many, MANY times before). He gives you a quick peck on the lips and gently rubs your cheek before starting to walk towards the door. “See you soon, slut,” he says as he walks out, closing the door behind him this time. Megumi returns with a clean towel, gently cleaning you up as you just lay their like a limp fish.

“You did so well for me. Thank you,” he says as he kisses your cheeks and then your lips before pulling away and picking up some clothes for you. He tosses you a simple outfit to wear and begins dressing himself as well. “Ready for dinner? You’re gonna meet the rest of my family now.” You nod your head yes, anticipating who else you’re going to meet.

‹𝟹 notes: this was originally suppsed to be a oneshot, but i felt like it was getting too long. i have plans for all of them and wasn't going to be able to execute it in just a oneshot. let me know what y'all think!

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sokkigarden · 10 months

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dancing with our hands tied (part i)

jamie tartt x female reader // nsfw 18+ // enemies to lovers // fwb

masterlist // read on ao3

summary: wearing the jersey of your self-proclaimed enemy wasn't supposed to go like this.

word count: 2.8k

decided to post this fic to tumblr! not sure if i will be doing a taglist, but i will be tagging each part with jamie tartt x reader + jamie tartt smut so if you are following those tags religiously (like me) then you can find it lol. its also on ao3 and will likely get updated there first if you'd like to subscribe that way. big shoutout to @whimsical-roasting for drafting this in our dms in a haze one night LMAO i would not have been able to write this without her<3333

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“No no no, there is no way I’m wearing that.”

Opposite of you, your best friend, Laney, stood with two Richmond jerseys in her hands. One said ‘Tartt’ across the back, the other, ‘McAdoo,’ but you already knew which one she wanted to wear. She had a raging crush on Isaac, so that left only one option for you.

And there was no way you were wearing Jamie Tartt’s fucking jersey.

You would never hear the end of it. As part of the team’s physio team, you had a good rapport with most of the players. You complimented them when they had a good match and joked around while working with them through their physical therapy treatments.

You had a decent working relationship with everyone on the team.

Everyone except for Jamie Tartt.

There was no question that since his return to Richmond, he had become a changed man, but his past words had left a lingering resentment. You didn’t think you were in the wrong to simply avoid interacting with the man. He hadn’t often been seen in the treatment room, and when he had, you typically passed off his treatment to another member of the team, along with some flimsy excuse for why you couldn’t do it.

But recently, as he trained more with Coach Kent outside of the dog track, he’d needed additional treatment. And as the new lead of the physio team, you were in charge of his treatment plan.

In recent months, especially since working more closely with him, he’d started to notice the difference in behavior from you, leading to all sorts of jests and confrontations. Now, it seemed like he just got a kick out of teasing and inevitably pissing you off. You couldn’t help but fire some scathing shots back. What started out as a simple plan of avoidance had clearly backfired.

Now everytime he needed assistance with muscle cramps or pain medication, you got a conversation full of sarcasm and questions. It almost felt like sometimes he came in just to rile you up.

Just last week, Jamie came in to check on his ankle after a bad landing at training. You examined his leg and he made comments the entire time you had your hands on him.

“You know, I get waxed. Weekly. Everywhere.”

You had stumbled ever so slightly as you’d gone to grab an ice pack. You cringed inwardly, knowing this would only add more fuel to Jamie’s fire. You were tired of him getting the best of you, making you flustered. You wanted to fight back.

Turning back to him with the ice pack, you stared at him directly.

“Show me,” you challenged.

Jamie’s face held an incredulous expression.

“You mentioned it— you clearly want to,” you reasoned, shrugging your shoulders, “So show me.”

You hoped your confidence in calling his bluff worked in your favor, and his face showed that he was clearly surprised by this turn of events. You couldn’t tell what he would do next. He rolled his eyes with that smug smirk on his face before he raised his eyebrows and lifted his shirt up.

Sure enough, his chest was bare, showing off his sculpted muscles.

Jamie leisurely lounged across the treatment table, chest exposed, and you would be lying if you said your mouth didn’t water a little bit at the sight. Even after being around athletes on a daily basis, there was something about Jamie that just— hit different. His cockiness was surely annoying, but it was also incredibly arousing, as much as you hated to admit it. You felt a squeeze in your chest but you bit your tongue to keep yourself in line. There was no way that thought would ever bear fruit.

You shoved the ice pack into his lap, making sure some of it landed on the bare skin of his stomach, watching as he flinched a little bit at the abrupt action and cold temperature of the pack.

“Ice your ankle for twenty minutes, then stay off it the rest of the day,” you informed him, acting like the last few moments hadn’t happened. “You’ll be good to train tomorrow.”

Jamie scoffed at your indifference. He grasped the ice pack fully and let his shirt slide back down.

“Sure, love, I’ll do that.”

He knew you hated it when he called you by a pet name. That only made him use them more. You glanced back at him, staring into his eyes for a moment before you grabbed your bag.

The tension in the room was palpable before you’d headed out to check on the rest of the players at training. You hadn’t said anything else as you’d left.

So, yeah. There was no way Jamie Tartt would ever let you hear the end of it if you showed up in his jersey number.

“Oh, come on!” Laney pleaded. “I don’t want to wear a jersey alone.”

“Plenty of people do!”

“Yeah, but plenty of people don’t get to go behind the scenes and actually speak to the players,” she gushed. “I don’t want to meet them and look stupid all alone.”

“So instead, you want me to look stupid with you,” you gave her a flat look.

She smiled mischievously. “What? I thought it would be funny. You complain about him all the time.”

If only she fully comprehended the validity behind your complaints.

You knew there was no way you were ever going to win this fight, so you slipped on the jersey and braced for impact. You were happy to have Laney come along to a game, especially since you didn’t always attend matches and her being a big Richmond fan gave you an excuse to watch. You wanted today to be good, not just for you, but for her too. It was exciting to be able to take your best friend on a little ‘backstage’ tour during gameday.

You hoped today would be good, and that you wouldn’t have any run-ins with the man who made your blood boil.

Alas, not even twenty minutes later, as you walked into the back of the Nelson Road stadium through the employee entrance, you promptly ran into none other than Jamie Tartt.

“Well well well, I didn’t realize someone was such a big fan,” the familiar Mancunian accent taunted behind you.

You tried not to visibly cringe as you turned around to face Jamie. He was not yet in his kit, still wearing his street clothes: a monochrome denim set. It was frankly unfair how well the jeans fit him, but you refused to let your gaze linger for more than a few seconds.

“Oh my, it's the infamous Jamie Tartt,” Laney greeted him playfully. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Your jaw clenched at her words as she reached out to shake his hand. He eagerly accepted.

“Have you?” he asked with a mischievous look in your direction that made you roll your eyes.

Laney nodded emphatically. “She talks about you all the time.”

You nudged her shoulder to get her to stop talking but she just looked at you innocently. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it seemed like Jamie did too.

“Oh, does she?” Jamie questioned.

He was eating this up. His face was smug and you were sure this would haunt you for weeks to come.

“Laney, why don’t you go get some snacks? Shouldn’t be a line since we are here a bit early. I’ve got to talk to Jamie before the match,” you said. “I’ll meet you at our seats?”

You smiled sweetly at her, but underneath the nice layer, you knew your eyes held an anger that had her quickly waving goodbye and scurrying off. You were more than happy to have her accompany you to a match, but this entire interaction was reminding you of why you hadn’t invited her sooner.

For a moment, you just stared at him. It was hard to look him directly in the eye sometimes. Despite the headstrong front you kept up, you weren’t used to dealing with such interactions. You weren't stupid, you knew that this dance you two engaged in fell close to flirting (at least that’s what Laney said), and when you looked directly at him, you remembered just how fucking hot he was.

It wasn't just his physical attributes. Sure, he was in excellent physical shape, and his hair looked particularly perfect ever since he started going a bit blond, and his lips were always in a little pout, just begging to be kissed. But it was also a little more than that. Seeing him step up to lead as they began Total Football, working as a team player while also getting in extra workouts to be the best he could be. You weren't blind. You could see his internal changes on the outside, somehow. He didn't seem as cold. He didn't seem as distant and prickish. Jamie’s change in demeanor changed how everyone saw him including himself.

And he seemed to look even hotter than he used to.

Was it possible for someone to just keep getting more and more attractive?

It was part of the reason he drove you up the wall. How did he so perfectly remain just a little bit of a prick while also being a better person? And why did he have to look so pretty while doing it?

More and more people were making their way through the hallway as the dog track got ready for the match, and Jamie still stood in the middle, with an innocent, questioning look directed towards you.

You huffed before you grabbed his arm and shoved him into the treatment room. Even if he was acting oblivious to spectators, you didn’t want to put on a show when you once again ripped him a new one.

His face was still prickish as you turned to look at him. He was clearly enjoying this much more than you were.

“So you talk about me when I ain’t around, love?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“No, I don’t,” you said firmly. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He pursed his lips, “Seems like you do… love.”

He smiled cheekily at you and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes at him. Instead, you crossed your arms and put on what you hoped was your most serious face.

“I talk about everybody,” you defended, but he clearly wasn’t listening.

“Hmmm, and what do you say about me?” Jamie scratched his chin to mock being in deep concentration.

“Mostly, I tell people you’re a pain in my ass.”

The statement seemed to shock Jamie out of his act and he narrowed his eyes at you. You knew it wasn’t the best idea to have a sparring match with a footballer right before a game. They were pent up with nerves and adrenaline as they prepared.

After a moment of no response, you expected the conversation to be over and began to move toward the door, when he finally spoke up.

“Bend over, I’ll show you a pain in the ass.”

Now you’re the one who’s speechless. You let out a breathless laugh of shock, before rolling your eyes. You continued on your way to the door, moving to leave him in the room alone. Just as you go past him, he playfully smacks your ass. Before you have a chance to even choose your reaction, you let out what can only be described as a whimper mixed with a moan.

You whirl around to look at him, and you both seem to be shocked by the noise. You can tell your face is burning with embarrassment as you stare at each other in a momentary state of shock.

He recovers first, letting out a breath of a laugh. A smirk dances across his face.

“Liked that, did you?” he taunted.

You clearly didn’t recover as quickly, your reply coming out weaker than you’d like. “Shut up, Tartt.”

He stepped a little closer to you, and you stepped back instinctively, before you ran into the table set up next to the door.

“I liked hearin’ it,” he said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were barely processing how close the two of you were. Making direct eye contact, breathing the same air. In the next moment, you had spun around, shoving your own pants down around your knees as you heard him unzipping his jeans. He gripped your waist as he spanked you again, and you didn’t even try to suppress the moan that left your lips.

He slid his dick in easily, and you were surprised at how wet you’d become from simply arguing with the man. He held you against his chest as he thrust into you, pressing a messy kiss to your neck, sucking slightly. Part of you was worried about him leaving a mark, but the thought was pushed to the back of your mind as he continued his journey along your neck. He raised your knee higher to rest against the table for a better position, and you groaned in unison as he thrust deeper inside you. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, leaning against him.

“You wanted this real bad, huh, angel?” he asked.

You nearly wept at the pet name. You made a noise of protest, but your voice came out near breathless from the intensity of it all. You felt like your knees would buckle from the sensation, so you gripped the table in an attempt to not fall.

“Fuck you— you wanted it more,” you defended, but just as you spoke, he hit deep inside you and left the end of your sentence turning to mush as you moaned.

The table wasn’t enough to grab onto, so you reached back and started to grip the strands of his hair. He groaned directly into your ear, and you felt your knees nearly give out entirely.

“Damn, you look so pretty with my name on your back and my dick inside you,” he mumbled as he ran his hand up to grip at your throat. The action wasn’t gentle, but the pressure was perfect.

You’d almost forgotten you were wearing his name across the back of your jersey. Of course he would think it was hot.

It surprised you when you realized you found it kind of hot too.

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned, “This isn’t happening again.”

Your harsh words felt like they had no meaning as you bucked against him. His own hips rose up to meet your own. Truth be told, you were getting your shit rocked and were already wondering when you could fuck him again. You felt your brain short circuiting. Your breaths were shallow as he moved his hand up to your mouth.

You bit his hand out of frustration, making him hiss and thrust his hips faster. He shoved his fingers into your mouth and you sucked instinctively, causing him to whine.

“Jamie,” you gasped around his fingers, “I-I’m close.”

“Me too, love,” he panted in reply. You didn’t have it in you to correct him over the pet name, overcome with the sensations coursing through your body.

He removed his fingers from your mouth and snaked his hand down your body to find your clit, adding extra pressure. He knows just the right way to move his fingers that has you falling apart in mere moments.

When you come, he turns your head to plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips as you both find your release. You find yourself kissing him back intensely, chasing his lips once he finally pulls away.

Your knees are weak at this point, fully leaning against him for support once he finally slips out of you and pulls his jeans back up. Before he has a chance to say anything between breaths, you reach for a towel off the shelves above you and clean yourself off.

You’re still out of breath as you finally look over at him. His face is shiny with sweat and you fear you look the same. You’ll have to stop by the restroom before you meet back up with Laney.

Laney.

The thought of your friend has you glancing at the clock on the wall, cursing yourself. Everything starts to come into clear view, and you wonder how you let things go this far. You just fucked Jamie Tartt. How the hell did that just happen?

You press your lips in a firm line. You try to keep your hands from visibly shaking.

“This is never happening again,” you tell him again, as you reach for the door handle to exit.

As you open the door, Jamie scoffs.

“Sure, love,” he says, sauntering through the door that you opened, “I’ll see you after the match.”

He leaves you with a wink before heading off to get ready for the match. If you thought he would be unbearable about the jersey, you had just made the entire situation so much worse.

You weren’t sure how long you stood in the treatment room before you finally left as well.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt smut #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt enemies to lovers #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso imagine #my works #dwoht fic

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wikiangela · 5 months

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inspiration saturday/seven sentence sunday

tagged by @daffi-990 @exhuastedpigeon @disasterbuckdiaz @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus (tagging y'all back for seven sentence sunday <33)

still trying to get back to writing and currently jumping between wips again lol - and I made a lil moodboard for the cheating fic + title reveal haha - for once I have a title waaaay before I'm gonna finish the fic - it's the line that inspired this whole fic but a bit edited, from mgk's 'loco' (the og line is 'got a man at home but she loves the way I taste')

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and a lil snippet:

“Uh, yeah, I guess it was.” Buck finally responds, quickly getting out of bed and taking his pillow with him and covering himself. He feels too exposed like that, standing in front of Eddie, but he needs to put some distance between them. “It was- it was a-” his voice shakes, he feels like his body is physically trying to stop him from saying these words, “a drunken mistake. It doesn’t- it won’t change anything, right?” he finally looks at Eddie, who’s staring at him with wide, sad eyes, and Buck has no time or energy to read into it right now. “It doesn’t have to be weird.” he sounds pleading, begging, just needing Eddie to say that they can get back to normal and pretend it never happened.

“No, of course.” Eddie’s voice sounds hoarse, and he clears his throat, a faint smile on his face. “We were drunk, it was- it was nothing. Let’s just forget anything happened.” Eddie’s words sting. Buck was hoping for them, but they still hurt, and he immediately wants him to take it back, he wants to backtrack on what he said earlier, he wants to- he really needs to get a fucking grip and sort out his feelings.

no pressure tags (it's already sunday here so tagging y'all for seven sentence sunday): @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @diazblunt @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @gayhoediaz @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @jamespearce9-1-1 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

#buddie cheating fic #poor buck is still spiraling and im enjoying writing this way too much lmao i don't even like cheating fics wtf haha #inspiration saturday #seven sentence sunday #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#moodboard #fic moodboard #wikiangela writes #buddie fic #buddie #buddie wip #fic snippet #my wips #rn im focusing on 4 fics - this + natalia fic + married buddie + alive shannon #no idea which one of the oneshots will be done first i just go where inspiration takes me lol #also i might have gotten another new idea yesterday but i wrote it down and not touching it until one of these is done lol #i still suck at moodboards but ngl they're fun to make haha

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Hello! I just read your Drayton fics and they're soooo good I can't wait to read more stuff from you!

I left this ask mainly to compliment your work, but I may as well request if it's okay... Hm, what about a sort of cultural exchange between reader and Drayton huh? Reader transferred from X region (whichever you want, I personally like Sinnoh because snow and lore lol) to Unova and is new in school. Reader is good in battles and is here to get even better, has a good rank at the BB league. Drayton is curious and sees an apportunity to know more about them. Reader doesn't know that much about the Unovan mainland, maybe it can make for some good conversation, huh. What d'you think? (But if you're not feeling inspired please ignore the request lol np thank you for the good work <3)

Hello hello! I've been trying not to leave Author's Notes lately so as not to be annoying but thank you so much!! ;;;0;;; I'm supposed to be working on a 20K+ fanfiction centred around Kieran but tbh I'm kind of struggling on it (I've been struggling on everything recently, but that's neither here nor there) I know I've put out some not so great stuff as well, but hopefully we can wade through the rough patches together :^)

I went a little off script as per usual since I had an idea, I hope that's not too disappointing :'P It might actually be kinda bad I dunno :/ Well, anyway,

Imagine this: You're disoriented, but you remember your last ditch attempt to trek through an especially nasty blizzard. The winds had all but sapped the last of your strength, and last you remember was desperately fighting against a tumultuous sea of rapid falling clumps of snow. And as you're coming to, your eyes crack open to the glaring white of the outside from somewhere within a dark place. The world is frozen over, but the snow is serene, still, and untouched. You're in an alcove that's just by chance been spared from the onslaught of the flash storm, and there's evidence that someone's recently been judging by the knapsack and the, by the looks of it, aluminum safety blanket that's been carefully tucked onto you.

There's only one problem with that assessment. The people of Hisui do not have access to this type of thermal survival blanket. So unless one had by odd chance been leftover as spacetime debris chucked out from one of the rare phenomena aptly known as a Space-Time Rift, this blanket should not be here. Or, conversely, you're not where you're supposed to be. That is certainly evidenced by the white stone ruins perched atop a tall mountain that you see in the distance. The Snowpoint Ruins. The temple built to encase the Legendary Titan's sealing chambers. Your time in there permissed by the locals had probably amounted to somewhere near months studying the glyphs. The innermost parts of that temple fell frozen in time for likely millennia, and it noticeably felt not dissimilar to the unnatural gravity exposed you'd been exposed to in Distortions. Thick and heavy, inconsistent. Time and space remained still, and yet something outside of both seemed to shift and warp around you. In your first approach of the temple, of the Sinnoh that you once knew, you had only made it to the front gate of that once megalythic, then crumbling ruin. Though you felt drawn to it desipite a sinking sense of something being amiss, your trance had been broken. "Only the chosen may enter the Snowpoint Temple. I'm sorry, but you will have to leave." How ironic, you supposed. Of all the people to deny. But that was then, and this is now.

It's odd to think of the far distant future as 'back then'. And here you were, some ways off from where you'd started from. You hadn't made it that far, but somehow it seemed further than you could have gotten on foot in that horrible weather. Cool air still blowing through the entrance of your small refuge, you have a clear view of that mountain some ways away. There's another issue at hand. There's a lot more pinetrees blocking your direct line of sight than there should be, and the building seems to be cut off from the top. It's too small... it's... missing pieces. You can tell that, even from this far away. The deja-vu hits you in nauseating waves, and you have to bite back the acid that rises in your chest. You feel around for your Pokeballs, only to find them noticeably absent from your waist. In fact, your holster is missing altogether. You have no time to figure out what came with you on your person, as the rustling of the tin foil set over you in your shifting prompts a face to stick into the entrance of the alcove. "Arch-a..?" What. What in the world is that Pokemon. "Chalu-Chalu?" You tear off the foil and take a defensive stance. "Ch-che??" It seems to freeze up in confusion, and juts its neck back. It's, squeaking. The high pitched squeals sound aren't even close to matching the face of this thing..? You hold your defensive stance, though fighting this thing off is probably going to be impossible without a partner Pokemon to match its strength. "Archalu..!" It squeaks, an almost metallic, static-y noise distorting the sound. You don't move, but this thing has you cornered if it really wanted to attack. For its size and unfriendly face, it seems to be surprisingly docile. You hope that isn't a facade.

And just as your assessing your potential tactical options, an additional unexpected factor joins the fray. "Huh? What's wrong bud?" The voice you hear... has an accent. You don't know what that accent is, though. "Oh!" It's coming closer, and you're backing up. This is the most defenseless you've been since waking up in Hisui with little of your memory intact. There's a person there, in an all black snowsuit and chromatic goggles. You've not seen clothes like this in so long that your heart-rate spikes in anxiety. You shuffle backward, pressing into the rocky wall as far as you can. "Morning." Peaking his head through underneath the gargantuan beast you'd just been standing off against, he takes a moment to look you over. "You're not still disappointed about being turned away, right?-" The person, the, young, strange, male? Is making some sort of face at you, but you can't see his eyes. "Hey, c'mon, for real-- you okay?" H... huh? He comes a little closer, stepping into the little 'den' you've found yourself in. "Man, not again..." He sighs, his white, hair, thing, drooping with the rest of him. He really... emotes.

"You're not punkin' me or somethin', are you? S'not funny..." He mumbles under his breath, plopping unceremoniously down next to you. "Well, huh, I knew this might happen. You did warn me after all." He shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head back. "Well, I don't really get how this works, so what am I supposed to do?" He motions to knock shoulders with you, but he stops just short of you. "But I guess I feel a little special knowin' you trust the Drayster the most, hehe." He shyly rubs the back of his head. "Guess we'll be waiting this one out, yeah?" What in the world is he talking about? Is this guy delusional or something..?

"W-What..?" You croak, your voice sounding wrong. He reaches up, sliding his goggles down his face. "Somethin' about this place..." Whatever he mumbles, you don't fully catch. "Well, I want to tell you, but it should only be for a little bit anyway." He's not making any sense. "Maaan~ I'm exhausted-" He wasn't paying attention, but when he catches you looking at him, he flushes and averts his eyes. "What...?" He huffs, voice soft, there's something to it. "You're lookin' at me all funny..." "Archal-" Ah! Right!- That thing?! "Lu-ludon!" "D-Drayton-" The name stumbles from your lips but you're too anxious to realize what you're saying. "What is that thing?!?!" He blinks, making eye contact with Archaludon. "Oh? You mean my budster over there?" He scratches his cheek. "He's our friend Archaludon, my ace."

Ace... 'My ace'... That's right, there's trainers in the future. Pokemon are... friendly. That means this guy next to you is a 'trainer', sort of like you. "And... who are you...?" You ask, trying to understand the situation a little better. "Huh? So you don't remember me?" He seems shocked by this, for some reason. "Well, heh." He gets a mischievous look to him that you just know intuitively means trouble. "I'm your partner, hehe." And then your brain suddenly flooded with information. You are a Pokemon Trainer, and a traveller. You have a condition known as CPTSD.

"Oh! See, I recognize that look!" He giggles, slinging an arm around you. "You dragged me aallllll the way out here, that means you trust me~" He's mushing up on you, and your growing headache isn't the result of your condition. But somewhere in the recesses of your fragmented memories, you remember passing something to someone next to you. You're back inside the Snowpoint Temple, where you're supposed to be. You must've spaced out.

"Are you alright?" A young man asks. His voice sounds far away. You don't say anything. You can't see his face. But you remember his snow white hair, and slitted yellow eyes.

... "You loooove me-" "Can it, idiot."

#x reader #pokemon #reader insert #pokemon legends arceus #drayton x reader #drayton pokemon #elite four drayton #living with cptsd #amnesia #pokemon faller #reincarnated au #kinda sucks probably #sinnoh #hisui region #alternate universe #Drayton likes the snow right?#I wonder why that is #hehe

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The Dream That Got Away

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dark!Morpheus x You (no Y/N!)

This is a multi-chapter fic — updates will be erratic, but I’ve outlined almost everything in this fic, so you have my word I’ll complete this

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Link to the Masterlist

Overall Warnings!! Take heed:

Morpheus is DARK – in canon, he changes for the better (or at least, tries to – but we don’t do canon lol, so he goes even more batshit crazy) cue obsession, manipulation, possessiveness, powerplay

18+ ONLY – explicit scenes will be present, some explicit language

DUB-CON and NON-CON scenes

Character death (sort of)

Creator vs Creation drama

And other dark stuff that may be added in the future

This chapter’s warnings:

mild voyeurism

intense stares lol

reader hearing voices

You have been warned!! Proceed with caution!!!

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Chapter 1: The Firsts of Many

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It's your creator’s eyes that you first see when you open yours – eyes that seemingly contain the entire universe in them, so blue, so warm, so tender. They look at you with so much adoration, you couldn’t help but smile and lean to the warmth of his palm caressing your cheek. He returns your smile with equal fervor. The first time you hear his voice, so deep and velvety and hypnotic, he gives you a name, ‘Mera.’

“My little dream, you’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” You watch his lips move as he utters his praise to his own creation.

You bask is his touch, noting how you had no right to be called ‘perfect,’ when he stands, regal in his own beauty, breathtaking and ethereal. He gives you a function which you take by heart – you are to inspire mortals to put passion in what they do and help them find what they’re truly looking for in their lives while they sleep and roam in his realm, your home, which he calls the Dreaming.

“For I am Dream of the Endless, the King of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm.”

Your first words are of utter reverence and gratitude. “My Lord and my King, I owe you my life. Do as you will with it.”

You watch as Dream’s eyes light up with an emotion you have yet to learn the meaning of. Unbothered, you place your hand on the one still cupping your face gently, as you quietly declare your devotion to the purpose he gave you for his realm and his dreamers. You decide to pointedly ignore that faint ringing in your ears, that voice at the back of your mind, quietly telling you that something was amiss and cautioning you to tread lightly in his presence.

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You grow accustomed to your tasks in the Dreaming in no time. Like you’ve been doing it for millennia, Merv snidely remarks. You’ve gotten to know him, Lucienne, the royal librarian, and the other residents of the realm. When you weren’t attending to the humans in their dreams, you spent most of your time in the Royal Library, ardently absorbing every book you could get your hands on. Who wouldn’t, when every book that humanity has ever written and continue to write is there, waiting to be plucked from the tall, expansive shelves and perused by eager, hungry eyes? You have grown to love the humans, so in your wish to serve them better and inspire them even more in their dreams, you bury your nose in their creations, imagining yourself present in their victories and defeats, their lives, and their deaths.

This is how your master finds you one night in his library: lounging comfortably on one of the high-backed leather sofas, your back resting on one of the armrests and your legs dangling over the other, so engrossed in the novel you were reading you don’t register his presence. His eyes linger a little longer on the way your dress had hiked up to your thighs while you were so cosily reading – he hesitates, not wanting to disturb you from your book. He diverts his gaze away from your exposed flesh to your face, scrunched up in concentration. He notices the way your eyelashes flutter as you blink slowly, the way you lick your lips and rub your eyes, to him a subtle sign that you were trying to stave off sleep in favour of the tome. He needs to remedy this; he does not want you overworking yourself.

“You should be resting, my little dream.”

Startled, the book slips from your hand as you sit upright and adjust your dress – damn if he sees you in such a state, you can’t have a member of the Dreaming staff behave so uncouthly, and right in front of the Creator, no less!

“My lord! My apologies, I didn’t notice you enter.”

Picking up the book you dropped, you belatedly realize that you hadn’t even bookmarked the book! You couldn’t help the huff of annoyance that escapes your lips as you set the book down on the coffee table right in front of the sofa. You look to Dream’s face, expecting a reprimanding scowl to greet you, only to see mild amusement glinting in his eyes.

“You need not apologise. I did not mean to take you by surprise and tear you away from your reading.”

He takes a few steps closer to the other couch across where you’re perched, the ghost of a smile lingering on the corners of his mouth. “May I?” he asks, gesturing to the sofa.

You flash your own tired smile at him. “Of course. It’s your couch, My Lord.”

You watch him as he sits on the leather couch and lean back comfortably with the grace of a true monarch. He picks up one of the books piled high on the coffee table, ones you’ve already finished, observing the cover before setting it back down.

“It gives me great pleasure to see you’re living up to your name, my Mera.”

You shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes just twinkle with fondness and pride before he gently amends, “Lucienne has told me how you have been ardently immersing yourself in the dreams and works of the dreamers in your desire to improve your craft. I expect no less from my own creation.”

At this praise you beam shyly, fidgeting at one of the sofa’s armrests.

“However, I should also like my little dream to take sufficient rest and look after her well-being.”

You are touched at his tender reprimand – despite his often-intimidating nature, you know that deep-down, he genuinely cares for his subjects. You, however, can’t find it in you to give in to his request just yet – you had only a few more pages left of the chapter you were reading! So you muster up the courage to ask, “Please, my Lord, can I finish the last pages of the chapter, at least?”

“Just a few more pages?” He replies with a tiny smirk, raising an eyebrow.

You give him a tiny nod, your own smile growing, already knowing that he’d relent at your small behest.

Morpheus knows all too well that he will never be able to resist granting you whatever you wished for. How could he when you’ve been so gracious to his precious little dreamers? When you were pleading him in this demure way he finds so endearing? A few more pages were nothing compared the burden he has given you and will be giving you in the near future.

“Very well. Just a few more pages.”

He sees the way your eyes light up in pure joy as he gave you the permission to continue with your book. He would give anything within his power if it meant that light would grace him for eternity.

“Thank you, Lord Morpheus. And thank you for your concern for my well-being, I shall try not to overwork myself too often.”

The last part of your sentence barely registers to the Endless, as he relishes the feeling of his name on your lips, fighting the sudden urge to kiss them until they were numb and raw. He thanks the Fates you were once again lost in your book, for he’s sure the look on his face would have surely betrayed the whirlwind of emotions he’s feeling at that very moment. Feigning interest on the book he picked up earlier, he props it open on his lap, lifting the pages every now and then, pretending to read – all the while observing you, listening to your breathing, taking you in, revelling in the comforting silence that now permeated the library.

It isn’t long after he notices that your breathing has gone deeper and more relaxed. He rises to his feet and walks over to your form hunched on the sofa, removing the book now covering your face. He smiles to himself when he sees you, fast asleep, noting how exhaustion finally took over your determination to finish whatever was left of the chapter you were on. He remembers to mark the page with the bookmark attached to the book’s spine, then sets it on the coffee table. He stares at your sleeping form for what seems like ages, debating whether or not it’d be acceptable at this stage to pick you up and transport you to his chambers where you’d rest under the warmth of his own bedcovers. Deciding it was far too early and far too bold a move, he conjures a soft, woolen blanket out of thin air and drapes it over you, making sure it warmed your entire form. Longingly, he traces your lips ever-so-gently with his fingers, then your cheeks, before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep well, little dream of mine.”

With that soft farewell, he leaves the library quietly so as to not rouse you from your dreamless slumber. One day soon, he pledges to himself, you will fall asleep in his arms under the endless expanse of stars that littered the universe.

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Your day was just as eventful as any day in the Dreaming. You had finished attending to your duties, conjuring inspiring thoughts in the dreamers you graced your presence with. You take a walk in one of the many gardens within your King’s palace, finally deciding to pause and take a breather by sitting on one of the benches overlooking the breathtaking sunset now gracing the entire realm.

Out of the many gardens within the palace grounds, this is your absolute favorite. Not many residents of the Dreaming frequent this garden, with the exception of Merv occasionally tending to the flower beds; it offers one of the best views of that orange-purple sunset under which you love basking in the glow – it makes for the perfect place where you can reflect on the dreams you have helped the humans form in their sleeping hours. You allow your thoughts to drift from the beauty of the garden to the memory of the first dream, the first human you helped inspire.

The Dream Lord had just created you then. After showing you around his realm, he walked with you to the ocean of dreams, where all his little dreamers dreamed their little dreams. Your breathing quickened at the sight of the vast waters, not wanting to find out what would happen if you got lost in them. Lord Morpheus, sensing your apprehension, took your hand in his.

“Fear not the waters, my little dream. I am the master of this realm, and you, my beloved creation. No harm shall befall you in my own kingdom.”

You remember looking to your lord’s face, soft and reassuring. You didn’t want to disappoint him on your first day, so you steeled your resolve. You gave him a firm and determined nod, and with that, hands still interlocked, you dove headfirst.

The moment you were fully submerged in the cold, dark sea, you were hit with a violent wave of emotions and vivid visions – the dreams, you reminded yourself. You were in the dreams of hundreds of millions of sleeping beings of all sorts. You could hear them, feel what they were all feeling, see what they were seeing in their sleep – flashes of love and hate, of rage and joy, bitterness and jealousy; glimpses of their pasts, present, and imagined future. In a daze you saw thousands upon thousands of unfamiliar faces of the people in their lives: enemies, friends, lovers, family – all passing you by at a speed you could barely comprehend. You felt as if your body was being intensely pulled in all directions. You found the entire universe’s collective unconscious suffocating you, swallowing you whole, so you close your eyes and let it take you.

Until you felt a pair of strong arms gather you close their body and their lips whisper in your ear.

“Careful not to let them consume you, my little dream, and concentrate. Now, let your intuition guide you and draw you to your first dreamer.”

Clinging unto him like a lifeline, you took a deep breath and looked to the seemingly unending streak of ideas, sounds, events, sensations, faces - of everything humanity has to offer – and hone in on the quiet bubbling of a pot over a crackling fire. The moment you willed yourself to the sound, you felt a tug in your belly button, and you fall, fast. The fall was dizzying, endless – but so was the hand holding yours, you reminded yourself. Just when there seemed to be no end to the fall, your felt your feet touch solid ground. You would’ve fallen unceremoniously to it, too, had your creator not anchored you on the waist with his hands and held you still. Mind still fuzzy at your journey which seemed to last for mere seconds and eons at the same time, you looked up to him, marvelling at how he seemed unmoving, unfazed, unbothered with all that you’ve just witnessed.

Is this how he feels all the time, cradling the entire Dreaming in his wake? It was then that it dawned on you the burden he bears, which he bears alone, until the universe passes and is no more. It was then that you understood how his responsibility was infinitely greater than the mere purpose he has given you.

“You did well, my Mera.” His eyes bore into yours, twinkling with great pride.

Not knowing what to say – you’ve just peeked into all of humanity’s dreams for the first time in your existence, no big deal – you manage a small “thank you,” still feeling hazy from…whatever that was you just experienced.

Mentally shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you looked around the place, the dream, you just brought yourselves to. You were in the corner of a large kitchen, facing a long table that was filled with an assortment of fresh vegetables, fruit, and meat, waiting to be cooked. A huge chopping block with neatly cut beetroots laid at the far corner of the table, a sign that someone was just there cutting away and had left momentarily. Your eyes found the pot that drew you to this dream, hanging from a metal beam in the large cooking hearth to your side, its contents happily bubbling away. The kitchen was bright, homely and inviting. It also seemed like it should have been teeming with life, full of people bustling about, trying to get their own cooking done and getting errands out the way. Oddly enough, it was empty, save for a little girl quietly ogling at the sizable collection of dried spices and herbs in tiny glass jars arranged tidily in a cabinet twice her size.

“I see you’ve brought us to the dreams of Lavinia Baxter.”

Dream of the Endless let go of his hold on you, keen to see you perform for the first time. With his hand, he motioned to the little girl, about 10 years of age, who seemed oblivious to your presence.

You walk leisurely around the kitchen, taking in every detail of the little girl’s vivid imagination. Without making a sound, you both watch Lavinia as she opened the spice cabinet. She took one little spice jar out at a time, opening them and taking in each of the smells, seemingly trying to take her pick. She finally decided with two of them, clutching them in her small hands and walking to the pot of stew on the hearth. With practiced dexterity, she placed some of the herbs in her palms, rubbing them together before they fell in the pot. She then stirred the pot with a wooden ladle and, looking around her like she was making sure no one else was there, put the ladle to her lips to taste the stew. The door to the kitchen suddenly bursts open, and out came a short, plump woman in her late 40s, who, upon laying her eyes on the little girl who looked guilty at getting caught, burst into a jovial laughter, and strode over to where little Lavinia was.

“Well, well, caught red-handed! How does it taste, my sweet?” the woman asked her, hands on her hips.

Lavinia let out an adorable giggle and handed the ladle to her, urging her to have a taste. She accepted the ladle and tasted the sauce still coating it, while the little girl watched with anticipation. The woman’s expression changed quickly from curiosity to one of delight.

“Why, I see you have made some adjustments to this! It tastes absolutely fantastic,” she exclaimed, which made Lavinia smile so broadly it seemed to brighten up the kitchen even more.

“I added some of these,” she quips, showing the woman jars she took out from the spice cabinet.

The woman nods in approval, praising her, “You have a fine sense of smell, my lady. I think we oughtta add that to the recipe book, don’t ya? Where’s a quill when you need one…ah, right over there!” She pointed to the quill and the bottle of ink on a small desk by the window.

From her apron, she fished out a black, leather-bound book the size of her palm, while Lavinia retrieved the quill and handed it to her. She proceeded to tell the woman how much she added to the stew while the other wrote it down on the book.

This is a memory, you realize. Lavinia’s memory, unfolding right before you, moved you so deeply you almost forgot you were there to work. She seemed to have so much passion for cooking at a very early age, for you felt within your bones the sheer elation that never left her eyes as she interacted with the woman with the black book.

“Little Lavinia has fond childhood memories of Millie, her household’s head cook.” Dream mentioned, breaking his silence, and striding over to where you were. “She spent more time with her, more than she did her own mother.”

The woman called Millie leapt to her feet all of a sudden. “My dear God, look at the time. You better hurry, my sweet, your husband might be waiting for you.”

Lavinia, nodding with a put-out expression, took dainty steps toward a door on her right that wasn’t there before. You and your master followed her as she led you to the next room, where, as you gleaned, the next part of her dream was to take place.

“Husband?” You turned to Dream with a puzzled face, walking together to the room Lavinia just entered. As the door closes itself behind you, he gestures around the room.

“Observe.”

And you did. The room you were in now was rather dark, with the thick brocade curtains drawn over the windows to block the sunlight. It was a study, it seemed, filled wall-to-wall with books, not unlike the ones you can find in the Royal Library. The study itself was rather small and bare, with a desk in the middle and a singular lamp illuminating the entire place. The desk was almost empty, except for a single, framed photograph. Behind the desk sat Lavinia, staring blankly to the wall – except she was no longer the 10-year-old girl from the other room, but a young woman, face forlorn and tear-stained, far too weary-looking for someone of her age.

“In the waking world, Lavinia, barely twenty-three, lost her husband to a shipwreck not a mere three weeks ago. Misfortune has seemed to follow her since then, for not a week after, she finds out her husband’s estate has left her barely nothing to live by. She has not only found herself to be a widow, but one doomed to poverty.” Dream’s words echoed in the study hauntingly, adding to the melancholic atmosphere.

You glanced at the photograph of a finely dressed young man with kind, smiling eyes. Your heart hurt for Lavinia. You moved to reach for her hand to comfort her, but Dream shakes his head.

“You are meant to inspire, my dream, not provide solace to the mourning.” Dream gently reminded you.

“Where can I begin, then, My Lord?” your whisper. You wanted with all your heart to help Lavinia, but you to be honest, you were quite lost.

With a knowing sparkle in his eyes, he waved his once more around the study. “Begin here, where she has brought you. You need only trust yourself.”

You stifled the huff you were sorely tempted to let out. Your master obviously wasn’t willing to provide you anymore hints than the rather vague one he just gave you, so you wracked your brains for something, anything, that might help the grieving young woman before you.

Come on, Mera, think. What does Lavinia love so much, one that might prove enough to at least bring back happiness to her life and help her get her shit together?

You knew the answer even before you finish the question in your head. With a steely look on your face, you strode over to the walls lined with books, caressing their spines, eyes scanning the shelves until you found just what you were looking for: Millie’s little black book. The leather was peeling off in small patches at the corners, the pages were browned, and it needed some dusting, but it looked like it was rummaged through many times and handled with so much love and care.

With deliberate force, you threw the book across the room, hitting her squarely in the face. You hadn’t meant for it to land there, but before you could say something to apologize (forgetting you hadn’t appeared to her yet), Lavinia, cursing with surprising ease, takes one look at the book and lets out a light chuckle which comes out hoarse, a sign that she hadn’t let one out since the news of her husband's passing.

Before you could celebrate your success at making her laugh, your expression turned to mild horror as she broke down into tears, hugging the book close to her heart.

“L-looks like you caught me red-handed again, M-Mi..Millie,” she choked between her sobs.

You looked to your Lord, who was taking in the scene before him with mild mirth. “I made it worse!”

“You think?” vaguely he gestured once more to the weeping widow. “Look at her again.”

This time, you paid closer attention to her face. She was crying, that’s true, but now a wide smile graced the corners of her mouth, and in your relief, there was a tiny hint of that twinkle in her eyes you saw light up the kitchen in Millie’s presence. It was a small spark, but you knew with every fiber of your being that that was the spark she needed to get her life back together.

You looked at your master directly in the eyes, wanting validation. Dream, his smile now as wide as yours, stares back with pride at your first successful dream, and with the same intense emotion he looked at you with when you first declared your life was his. He drew closer (how is he this fast) to you, never breaking eye contact. Face mere inches away from yours, he spoke with all the authority only an Endless can possess.

“You did well today, my Mera. You make a fine addition to my Realm.” His fingers ghosting over your cheek, he asks you, “Can I count on you to continue fulfilling the purpose I gave you for the Dreaming, and for me?”

Savouring your master’s praise of your first handiwork, you responded without hesitation: “Yes, my King.”

Dream of the Endless seemed to relish your words. His gaze grew more intense and you felt engulfed in it. Without warning, that voice at the back of your head let out a resounding screech, so loud in your brain you flinched, breaking your eye contact with your Lord.

Morpheus seemed to recognize this momentary slip. In a split-second, he waves his hand and declares, “This dream is over.”

With no time to ruminate on your subconscious’ reaction, you felt that all-too-familiar tug in your bellybutton, signaling your return from the ocean of dreams.

***

“Hey, kid! Are you gonna be there for longer? I got work to do there!”

Merv’s voice is enough to shake you from your musings. Finding the sunset’s glow a little too bright to look to see his form, you turn to your left you where his voice came from, squinting.

“Are those new flowers, Merv?” You call to him.

“Yeah, boss said this garden needed new ones.”

You get up to leave Merv with his gardening, but not before something black moving out of the corner of your eye catches your attention.

It’s him, that voice in your head whispers. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you get this strange feeling that you’re being watched.

Heart pounding, you inspect the area where the flash of black should’ve been, but you find nothing there. The voice is making you unnecessarily paranoid. You really shouldn’t be entertaining this.

Wanting to soothe yourself from that mentally induced little fright, you walk back into the palace, your feet automatically going for the Royal Library.

The library is quiet today, as any day. You wave ‘hello’ to Lucienne, who greets you with a grin and a nod in your general direction. You originally wanted to make a conversation with her about anything just to get your mind off your frazzled nerves, but she seemed too busy with sorting what seemed like new books that appeared in the Realm. You decide to spare her from listening to your pointless ramblings, and instead go to the L section. You pull up Lavinia Baxter’s books from the shelf and make a beeline for your favourite reading spot. Curling into a ball on the leather couch and setting the other book down, you flip through the pages of the one you’ve read probably a dozen times.

You may be biased, but your favorite dreams of Lavinia’s were the ones after your unconventional visit. Since then, she has renewed her passion for making sumptuous dishes, spending her almost all of her waking hours experimenting with new ingredients and coming up with recipes of her own. Her dreams have since reflected this wonderful turnabout, prompting you to visit her again multiple times to help her with desserts, something you noticed she struggled with. It wasn’t long before the other book you grabbed from the shelf materialized in the realm, with bold letters on the cover that read “Lavinia Baxter’s 19th Century Guide to Household Cookery.” Your heart sang with delight at its appearance, knowing you inspired her well enough to publish her own cookbook, without even showing her your true form.

Setting aside Lavinia’s book of dreams, you pick up the cookbook and flip it to the dedication page.

To my dearest Millie,

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams and smacking me in the face with your little recipe book. You have no idea how that saved me.

You trace the words on the page lovingly. Suddenly –

Watch out. The voice is back.

Shut up! You hiss back at it.

Great. There it is again, that sensation of being watched. Cursing mentally, you close Lavinia’s recipe book and hold it close, hugging it like it could help that uneasy feeling disappear. Closing your eyes, you will yourself to succumb to your fatigue and fall into a blissful, dreamless slumber.

Yet those normally blue eyes, almost silver now with the barely restrained need to take, never leave your sleeping figure.

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Link to the Next Chapter Author’s note:

I know this chapter was exceedingly long and I can’t guarantee that the next ones will be as long as this, but I can assure you I will do my very best to make it as engaging as I can. As a first-time fic writer, now I know how other fic writers feel when a fic consumes their entire soul and refuses to leave your thoughts until it gets written lmaooo

This chapter is just trying to establish how Mera’s life is like after being created by Dream. More Dark!Morpheus to come as he shows his true intentions to you!

Please comment, reblog and engage!! I’d love to hear your feedback, predictions, violent reactions lol

Special shoutout to @queenshelby @endlessdreamqueen2 encouraging me to finally pen this, as well as to other Dark!Morpheus fic writers whose fics I’ve had the pleasure of reading (and rereading!)

Thank you!

Post date:10/23/22

Edited: 10/23/22

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ellivenollivander · 9 months

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Hi, can I request a cutesy fluffy sweet fic where MC and Leander recently moved in together and it's his birthday, and MC gets him a pet because she knows he always wanted one?

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sending me a Leander fic request, and one so adorable. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and my favorite boy absolutely finally deserves a pet. Side note: I originally read this ask when it was first sent to me and uhhh started writing before rereading it. So, Leander did get a surprise pet... But I forgot the birthday part, lol. I'm so sorry. I hope you love it regardless :) Rating: 18+ (Insinuations, as per usual) Word Count: 4,636 Warnings: Aged Up Characters (Takes place the summer after they graduate Hogwarts.)

A Suitable Home

“You’re deranged! Three galleons for hemlock?”

MC’s voice was shrill, and knew that her tone was positively unnecessary as she spoke to the disgruntled apothecary clerk. In her feeble defense, it had been a long week, and an even longer month. Between Auror training, settling into the new home that she now shared with her long-term boyfriend, and having spent the morning on the brink of death from a doxy bite, her nerves were being run dangerously thin.

She desperately wished to be back in the comfort and privacy of her own home, in bed with her equally exhausted boyfriend. As she stood and listened to the clerk's explanation of how his usual herb vendor had been called overseas to deal with a family emergency, he had to seek inventory elsewhere and no longer had the fixed rates of his vendor agreement.

MC heaved a heavy sigh, miserably missing the Hogwarts greenhouses, and dropped the coins onto the table with a saccharine smile as she turned to leave.

When she stepped out into the sunshine of Diagon Alley, the jar of herbs tucked safely into her satchel, She let herself take a deep breath and relax. Deciding to take her time meandering down the cobblestone streets on her way back home.

The alley was quite nearly empty, at midday on a weekday, and MC had only a few blissful moments to enjoy the quiet summer day when the relaxation soon faded, as her mind drifted back to her dreadfully eventful morning.

It had started pleasantly enough, her eyes fluttering open to the feeling of Leander tugging her close, his hands and mouth searching for the sort of intimacy they were quickly becoming quite fond of in their newfound freedom of young adulthood.

Though that had lasted mere seconds, no sooner had he slipped the chemise from her body when she had let out a yelp of surprise, from a sharp stinging pain on the exposed skin of her thigh. Leander had been quick to action, tossing back the patchwork quilt just in time to catch a glimpse of the minute form of a doxy, flitting away from the fabric.

He had managed to stun it, before it had reached its nest in the curtains of their yet to be utilized spare room. The venom had worked quickly, leaving MC pale and gasping for air in their shared bed with her throat swelling shut. Despite the relentless teasing MC gave her boyfriend for his penchant for preparedness, she had been grateful for it in the moment when he slipped from the bed to fetch her a readied antidote from his potions cabinet. When her breathing returned to normal, with her airway cleared she had relaxed back into the bed, tilting her head to face Leander who had been resting his own head on his elbow, eyeing her carefully. She gave him a sheepish, apologetic smile.

“Sort of killed the mood, huh?”

Leander had grumbled his agreement with a small smile, and a quick kiss to her lips before he removed himself from the bed once more, with an extended hand to his girlfriend.

“Least you’re not dead. Now come on, if there’s one, there’s many. We’ve got to clear them out.”

Her groans of reluctance had fallen on unsympathetic ears, and she was hauled from the bed, clothes thrust into her arms.

MC had found this little house, just outside of London, advertised in The Daily Prophet. She had thought she and Leander had struck gold, it had been ideal for their situation. Close to the ministry, within their budget and not a flat above a busy shop in Diagon Alley. All of their boxes had been ticked. Leander had wanted to wait, see it in person, and ask questions. MC had convinced him they had to jump at the opportunity, or risk losing it entirely. She regretted that particularly convincing conversation the minute they had opened the front gate that very first time, a week after graduating from Hogwarts. Her mind immediately recollecting the fine print beneath the advertisement. Could use a bit of work.

A dreadful understatement.

The unkept garden had been overrun with gnomes, the house had been filled with dilapidated furniture covered in dust and cobwebs, and it had taken them little time to discover the infestation of bundimuns in the floorboards.

MC had apologized countless times since that moment, when the couple had to spend most of their free time and limited income on making their new home, well, livable. Though Leander had always been gracious and kind, never bitter, assuring her that it was alright.

She had apologized again, as they stood in the dusty spare room that morning, listening to the telling buzz of doxies in the curtains, her heart still pounding from her brush with death.

Leander had let out a puff of air, his eyes closing in frustration for just a moment before he had slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and grazing his lips against her temple. The contact steadying her racing heart.

“S’Alright, MC. Just have to brew up some doxycide.”

Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, MC knew her boyfriend wasn’t thrilled about having to brew yet another concoction to fix yet another problem in the home she had convinced him to sign a lease for, before he could even brew his morning tea. She didn’t deserve his calm and collected forgiveness, and he didn’t deserve to have to live in and fix a home that seemed to be causing more problems than it was worth, because of her lack of patience.

His resolve had snapped a bit, when he realized his potions cupboard was empty of Hemlock, a necessary ingredient in the brew for doxycide, slamming the cupboard doors closed, his eyes once again, shut tight in frustration. MC had characteristically jumped at the opportunity to head into Diagon Alley to fetch it for him, a small apologetic offering.

Now, she had been so lost in her guilt-ridden recollection of their morning that she nearly tripped over a puffskein that had bounced its way into her path. She barely had time to apologize to the fluffy, curious little thing before it had been lifted into the air, and pulled back towards the shop MC found herself in front of.

The kindly shopkeeper of the Magical Menagerie called out an apology for the creature’s antics, and MC waved him off, taking a few steps closer to the shop. The man was attempting to wrangle the puffskein back into a large cage that seemed to be terribly full of the brightly colored beasts, narrowly dodging its tongue as he worked.

“No harm done… That’s quite the poffle you got.” She gave him a genuine smile as she bent down to take a closer look at the cage full of fur, the soft sounds of their happy hums keeping the smile on her own face and dissipating the foul mood she was in. “Do you often carry so many at a time?” She questioned the shopkeeper, trying to remember the other, many moments she had spent in and around Mr. Dovetails shop.

Mr. Dovetail cleared his throat, clarifying the reason his inventory of puffskeins was so large, and MC listened intently, her hand slipping through the bars of the cage to caress the soft fur of the same rowdy puffskein that had attempted to trip her up moments before.

“Most of them were surrendered to me by some young lad whose mother had apparently been keeping a hoard of the beasts in her flat, he didn’t know what else to do with them. Felt a bit bad for the kid so I took them off his hands, trying to find them a more suitable home now.”

MC hummed thoughtfully, her fingers still wrapped in the fur of the puffskein. A thought already forming in her brain, memories of she and Leander spending most of their free time at school in the paddocks of the beasts classroom bringing a wider smile to her face.

“Well, that was kind of you, Mr. Dovetail. Do you think you will? Find suitable homes for them all?”

She tilted her head back up to properly address the man standing above her, who was wiping his hands with a rag, a bowl of beast feed being filled on its own in the air just behind his head. She rested her free hand against her brow, shielding herself from the summer sun.

“Hope to. It’s a bad time of year for puffskeins. Children are heading off to Hogwarts, parents don’t want to be responsible for their pet whilst they’re away. Hoping by putting them on sale it will coax them into spending the coin.”

The thought of the creature being on sale only encourages the train of thought MC was already headed down, having lost count long ago how many times Leander had told her how desperately he wanted a pet of his own. When he would let a kneazle crawl into his lap as he sat in the dirt of their paddock, his hand stroking its back, or how he had told her that he once found a puffskein when he was a child, and his mum would not let him keep it.

MC chews her bottom lip, before making the decision herself, standing and facing Mr. Dovetail. Her fingers popping open her coin purse with a smile.

“How much?”

~*~

Once home, MC managed to safely and secretly deposit the puffskein into the garden shed, planning to keep it there until she was ready to reveal the newest member of her and Leanders little family once the doxy situation had been taken care of. Before she had shut the door, she smiled softly as the spherical beast immediately occupied itself with the plethora of spiders that had made the shed their home.

It was taking all of MC’s resolve to not spill the secret that currently resided in their garden shed. She had almost let it slip, when she could not wipe the seemingly maniacal grin from her face as they had sprayed the doxycide onto the pests in their curtains.

Leander had quirked a concerned eyebrow at her, badgering her with questions and accusations about the level of pleasure she was taking in ridding their home of the unwelcome visitors. She had managed to shake it off, explaining it away with how happy her tentaculas would be with the feast that would be bestowed upon them when they were finished.

Now, with the situation taken care of and they finished sweeping up the remnants of their infestation into a large compost bin she could barely contain it. Her eyes wandering out the window and to the shed, hoping the puffskein that had managed to escape its holding once, to try and trip her up, wouldn’t be able to do so again.

“Suppose it would be a bit improper to have a drink at this hour on a Tuesday, hm?” His voice was tight, as Leander stretched out his body, shaking away the stress of their day thus far, thankfully oblivious to MC’s gaze. When his head fell back into an upright position, from where he had been stretching out his neck, his gaze fell onto MC, his own mischievous grin appearing on his face. He pulled her close, to whisper seductively into her ear. “Or… we could finish what we started this morning…”

He trailed off, moving his lips to her neck, finding that sensitive spot that made her weak in the knees. It took all of her resolve to fight the heat coiling inside, and she let out a soft and involuntary whimper, at his hands squeezing her waist, his fingers sliding against the bare skin beneath her shirt.

MC thought quickly of an excuse, a brush with death would justify a decreased libido, surely. When she voiced it, her boyfriend chuckled softly in her ear, his lips pressing one last kiss to her shoulder before he straightened himself up, having had to bend over to nuzzle into her neck properly.

“Oh…Yes, that. Can’t believe you went and tried dying on me. Leaving me to live in this shithole all alone.” She scoffed, playfully, shoving his chest while he continued to laugh at her near demise. “You should be grateful you have such an intelligent boyfriend who is so quick to act.” He continued to tease her, bringing up his years of experience in keeping his reckless and impulsive girlfriend alive.

She was just as quick to defend herself with the fact that this time was not at all her fault, and she was indeed a victim to the pest that had invaded their bed. MC lost her train of thought in their playful banter, and she barely noticed when Leander picked up the compost bin and began to head for the back door to bring it back out to the garden shed.

MC nearly toppled over as she scrambled to stop him from continuing outdoors, she grabbed the compost bin from his hands, ignoring the confusion crossing his face, trying to explain it away with her desire to be helpful.

“You brewed the doxycide, just let me take care of this.” She barely made it a step before he was pulling her back inside, his arm reaching around her to pull the back door closed again. When she turned back around to question him, he was standing with his arms crossed, staring at her with eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Alright, tell me what you’re hiding.”

MC sputtered, her hands still wrapped around the handles of the compost bin searching for words, an explanation. She should have known her annoyingly perceptive boyfriend would catch on to her behavior, he knew her too well, and was the only person in the world who could read her tiniest of cues. He was mildly amused by her awkward attempts to deny that she was hiding something. When nothing coherent ever came of her useless sputtering, he quirked an eyebrow in expectation.

“Come on, out with it. Did you blow something up? Kill off my cabbages?”

She rolled her eyes, and conceded to his interrogation, her shoulders slumping as she set the compost bin down on the floor with a heavy sigh. “You’re real annoying, you know that? Impossible to get anything past you, Prewett.”

Leander chuckled again at the defeated tone of her disgruntlement, poking her shoulder gently to coax her into talking, into revealing what she was hiding. MC wouldn’t cave so easily, and she poked him back.

“Maybe it’s none of your business.”

“Clearly it is my business, as there is obviously something in the garden shed you don’t want me seeing. You practically knocked yourself over trying to stop me from heading out to it.” Leander returned her eye roll, his grin faltering just a bit when she didn’t cave. He let his arms fall from where he still had them crossed against his chest. He curled his hands over her shoulders, trying to get her to look at him, attempting to get a read on her. “Come on, MC. You’re killing me here. How bad is it? Just another run of the mill inconvenience that seems to be our lives or write to my parents begging for galleons?”

MC felt a bit guilty that her behavior in trying to keep his surprise, a surprise had triggered her boyfriend's anxiety. She pulls his hands from her shoulders to take them in her own, exhaling softly and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Perhaps one day a minor inconvenience, but it’s a surprise. A happy one, I hope.”

Leanders face seems to relax a bit, trusting the look of sincerity in his girlfriend's eyes, before furrowing in confusion once more.

“Alright… Well, what is it? Are you going to tell me now? Or show me?”

MC brightens considerably, feeling much lighter now that she doesn’t have to dampen her own excitement. She gives him a wide smile before pushing him towards their small living room, giggles following him all the way.

“Go, I’ll bring it to you. But no peeking, or I’ll return it. Don’t test me.”

Leander does as he’s told with a laugh, unable to help the excitement growing in his chest, wondering what the surprise could possibly be after a day like today, after the month that they have had. Curiously considering when she could have possibly found the time to come up with a surprise just for him. He sits himself on the couch, and when MC doesn’t move from the room, and instead is still staring down at him expectantly, he groans. “Oh, Come on. Really? I have to close my eyes?” She giggles, nodding excitedly as she stands in the archway that separates the living room from the rest of the house. Leander obeys, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face into his hands. MC takes a moment to confirm he is doing as he’s told before making her way back to the backdoor of the garden, laughing when she hears the muffled sound of her boyfriend's voice, letting her know that she’s lucky she’s adorable.

Collecting the puffskein from the garden shed proved to be less easy than expected. The little thing apparently had its fill of the spiders in the shed, and was now snoozing away in a pile of burlap sacks in a warm patch of sunlight. MC found the sight heartachingly sweet, and half considered leaving it to its nap. She decided on a compromise, and wrapped the sleeping creature in one of the sacks, being exceedingly careful to not wake it.

As she crossed the garden, back towards the house to reveal the little bundle to her boyfriend, She found herself unable to resist resting her face into its soft, warm fur, its sleepy sounds a sort of siren, calling her forth to give it a good cuddle.

MC paused in the doorway before moving further into the house, calling out to ensure her boyfriend was keeping his eyes dutifully shut tight. When he confirmed that he was being a good boy, MC laughed out loud, the sound and the shaking of her chest causing the puffskein in her arms to stir. She whispered a quick apology, before rounding the corner and back into the living room to stand in front of Leander, who was indeed still holding his hands over his eyes.

“Alright, hold out your arms, but don’t open your eyes yet.”

The curiosity and excitement he felt about the surprise overrode Leanders desire to tease his girlfriend, and he held out his arms. His mind was completely empty of any conceivable notion of what it could be that MC was being so incredibly secretive about. MC watched as his face fell into confusion at the weight of the bundle placed in his arms, and she had to resist the urge to bend down and kiss the wrinkles forming between his brows.

Just as she was about to give him the all clear to open his eyes, the spherical bundle of fur and burlap came to life, the puffskein immediately freeing itself from the fabric it had been wrapped in. Leanders eyes shot open at the motion, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight before him. A puffskein, bouncing around his legs.

It had taken a moment for the puffskein and Leander to really take notice of one another, one of them being in a state of shock at the ball of fur in his home and the other very curious about its new surroundings. MC watched as Leanders mouth opened and closed, his gaze not leaving the creature whilst it bounced around the small room.

“What… How did you… Is it… ours?”

MC stood still, beaming down at her boyfriend before giving him a happy nod of confirmation. “Got it, well her, for you mostly.” She paused, recalling Mr. Dovetails report on the puffskein. Young, less than two years old, and female. She continued on, her voice still soft and a bit nervous that her boyfriend may be upset at the prospect of the added responsibility a pet would put on their lives. “As a sort of thank you… and an apology for putting up with me and this damn house that seems to have a new problem every time we turn around.”

Leander swallowed, his throat thick with emotion as he slid from the couch and to his knees on the floor. His voice soft and strained as he coaxed the puffskein closer to him. The fluffy beast paused its bouncing on the ratty old armchair that the couple had managed to salvage in the house, to stare at Leander as the wizard tried to draw its attention to him and his open arms.

MC had another moment of panic, thinking it would have been just her luck to bring home a puffskein that would hate the man she had brought it home for. The fear dissipated as quickly as it came, when it launched itself from the armchair and bounced happily right into Leanders waiting embrace. Her heart stopped once more, ready to burst when the love of her life immediately buried his face into the fur of his new pet.

She let the two of them have their first moments together, watching as the puffskein didn’t seem to mind what looked to be a crushing hug from her new master. A minute passed, and MC was about ready to interrupt the precious moment happening before her, when she noticed her boyfriend's trembling shoulders.

Just as MC began to speak, she lost all coherent thoughts on what she could possibly say. Absolutely dreading interrupting the scene before her. It was clear to her that her boyfriend was crying, and it was something she had experienced so few times before, being one of the few who had ever even been witness to his tough exterior crumbling. It had left her reeling each time, unprepared and without a thought on how to traverse the situation, and this moment was no different.

She steeled herself, fighting the swell of emotion growing inside of her at the visceral reaction of her partner, from her impulsive gift. She cleared her throat, and took a deep breath.

“Lee… I…” She lost it as soon as it came, but it had been enough to tear Leanders attention away from the beast in his arms. His face was red and teary eyed as he tilted it back up to meet her gaze. He stood quickly, being careful to not toss his puffskein and wrapped her in his arms, lifting her off the ground and burying his face into her neck, now wet with his tears.

“Thank you. Thank you, I know I…I just… I have wanted this for so long. You have no ide-... You have no idea how long I have wanted this. A pet, a companion of my own. I love you.”

MC didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck, holding him just as tight as he held her, locked in an embrace as their newest family member bounced around their legs. She could feel tears of her own pricking her eyes, at Leanders words and his contagious emotion. When they finally pulled themselves from one another, she held his face in her hands, wiping the few stray tears still running down his face with a gentle caress of her thumbs, still standing on her tiptoes.

“So, you’re happy? These are happy tears, yes?”

Leander sniffed, rolling his wet eyes before wiping them with the back of his sleeve and kissing her forehead.

“Merlin, yes, of course, MC. I am incredibly happy, and absolutely stunned. Thank you.”

His lips found hers, his hands tangling themselves into her hair. It lasted only a moment before his attention was drawn right back to his pet, still bouncing excitedly around where the couple stood in the center of their living room.

MC stepped back as Leander scooped her up and back into his arms, burying his face right back into her, now quite damp, fur. MC stroked whatever fur she could reach around her boyfriend's head, a smile growing on her face as she absorbed the moment of the three of them standing together, her heart threatening to flutter right out of her chest.

“Any name ideas for the little lass?”

Leander pulled his head back, but continued resting his chin on the furball in his arms, as he hummed thoughtfully, before a sheepish grin crept onto his now flushed face.

“Well… I may have a few thoughts… I’ve sort of… had a list of pet names.. For a while.” MC giggled softly, kindly as she continued petting the puffskein, she gave Leander an expectant look, curious to know which name of his undoubtedly long list of names he believed suited their little puffball the best.

“Um… How about, Mimsy?”

MC beamed at the name, cooing it softly to the officially named creature, who showed her approval by swiping her tongue at her face, causing MC to squeal in surprise, jumping back to hold a protective hand over her nose. Leander chuckled at the interaction, pressing a kiss to Mimsy’s head, before repeating the affection to MC’s nose.

MC rolled her eyes as her boyfriend immediately went back to snuggling Mimsy.

“I see how it’s going to work from now on. I’m second rate to your damn furball now, huh?”

Leander gave her a mischievous grin, from where his chin lay on the happily humming Mimsy.

“Least you know it.”

~*~

It had not taken long to settle into a new routine of a family of three, the excitement of having the bouncing Mimsy a welcome joy to their once sad and stressful home.

Mimsy had taken to following Leander everywhere and the tall and gangly man was remarkably quick at adjusting his gait to accommodate the new puffskein underfoot. The attachment the beast had to the man was bordering on unhealthy, the couple having to take things so far as to having to leave the house separately in the mornings to avoid an escapee desperate to follow her master. MC would have to distract Mimsy with her favorite treat, muggle dog biscuits, while Leander slipped out the back door.

They were both grateful for the added pest control, Mimsy being all too happy to rid their home of spiders and any other creepy crawly thing that dared enter their old house. Leander no longer had to hear his girlfriend's dramatic cries for assistance when a millipede found its way across her toes while she was cooking dinner.

Their intimate moments were often interrupted by the sudden appearance of the ball of fur on their bed, and Leander would have to reluctantly extricate himself from his lover's body to toss the puffskein back out into the hall, on the other side of their now locked bedroom door. Of course, Leander would not hear of simply locking the door every night before bed, the wizard already much too attached to the second pillow Mimsy now offered him.

Overall, Leander had been the happiest he had ever been with his added companion, who loved him just as much as MC; Who despite her complaints about the fur and the hassle and the dramatic claims of lack of attention she now received from her boyfriend…He would often find her curled up with Mimsy, talking to the puffskein like a small child.

Now, everything felt right and good in their little house that would probably forever need more work, and the couple finally felt like they were settling into their new life in love, having found their missing piece.

#leander prewett #leander prewett x f!mc #leander prewett x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #he has my whole heart he is my baby boy #spoiler alert he cries

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hlficlibrary · 3 days

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hi!!! was just thinking about a fic I read inspired by chicago (the song) but I don't remember a lot, harry had a kid but I'm not totally sure if it was louis' and never told him or if it was someone else's who wasn't in the picture. louis was on tour and harry wasn't famous. it did in fact happen in chicago if i recall correctly. it was a relatively short fic, wasn't chaptered. I don't know if you'll be able to find the exact one I'm thinking of since it's a pretty vague memory but I was wondering if you could give me some recs that were based on the song, please! I've seen a few but never got around to read them all. thank you!

Hi, anon! You're so welcome! You have come to the right place. lol. I wrote a Chicago fic myself and I'm obsessed with both the city and the song. So here is your Chicago (song) fic list and hopefully one of these is the one you're thinking of!

Chicago by @hellolovers13

They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

Chicago by likelarry

Harry Styles is one of the fashion industry's best models and Louis Tomlinson is a world renowned rockstar.

In the midst of Louis' world tour, Harry finds out he's pregnant.

Bitter Ends Turn Sweet In Time (Is That True For Yours And Mine?) by tippitytap

When Louis and Harry met in college, it seemed like the rest of their lives were sorted: Even if the future was uncertain and their careers could take them anywhere, at least they had each other for the rest of their days.

Or until the break-up.

Now, three and a half years later, neither Harry nor Louis are over the other when they unexpectedly run into each other. Slowly, and with a lot of work, they should be able to find their way back to each other. Right?

The Chicago AU.

I want to wake up where your love is by @marcythesassykitten

“Kinda feels like it is, though. And it’s okay to be pissed at me because of that,” Louis' voice was still the normal feathery sweetness Harry was used to, but it had a harshness to it that he couldn’t place until he looked up and met Louis’ eyes. There was so much pain exposed for Harry to see, for him to be able to pick at, taunt or ignore.

Louis was sitting right there, allowing Harry to see all the broken pieces, the sharp edges that had never been mended back together with the love and kindness they needed. In that moment, Harry saw his own pain reflected back at him in Louis’ eyes. He could feel bits of his own heart calling out for him to reach out and allow the two battered hearts to heal together as one.

“It’s not. I’m not… I’m really not,”

or, a chicago-inspired story about lost dreams, unjust fates, undying love and lots of pizza, repressed feelings, cute kids and, of course, cats

just wasn't meant to be by headabovethewater

Harry listens to Chicago for the first time.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #chicago #headabovethewater #marcythesassykitten #hellolovers13 #allwaswell16 #likelarry #tippitytap

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Being a Witch with Vampires

Carlisle Cullen x Witch!OC

Summary: Stella (A witch) and Carlisle (A vampire), and how they blossomed from roommates to friends(?) to partners

Chapter 3/7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

Notes:

This was inspired by this fanfic on tumblr by lis-likes-fics titled "In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised"

This is also on Ao3 under the same title and same username too if you'd like to read it there (https://archiveofourown.org/works/53448940)

Posting is random lol, hope you guys enjoy this story

Word Count: 2921 words

TW for this chapter: Hints of substance use (no direct mention)

Timeline: New Moon

Masterlist

“Go enjoy a day out with your friends.” Carlisle urged her

“You’re not gonna stop until you make me agree, aren’t you?” Stella asked, her eyebrows raised at him

“Yes.” Carlisle giggled

“Fine.” Stella agreed, rolling her eyes at her persistent vegetarian vampire

And that might have been Stella’s worst mistake.

Her friends, people she’s met at Carlisle’s work and in her small flower boutique, had invited her out for a night of drinking. Stella wasn’t gonna be joining at first, but Carlisle persisted in convincing her to do so.

When she got home the next morning, she was confused as to why no one greeted her when she entered the house. Or as to why the house was empty in the first place. It was an unusually sunny day in Forks and she doubted that any of the Cullens would willingly step out the house in fear of exposing their secret

There was a growing pit in her stomach that was bothering her as she rushes back to the car and drove to Bella’s house, possibly knowing that Bella has some answers to her question

Parking in front of Bella’s truck, she quickly knocked in the house, and waited for someone to open the door. Chief Swan opened it for her, and she knew she had to explain the situation to him

“Is Bella here?” She asked, controlling every sense of nervousness in her in an attempt to look collected

“Upstairs, but I doubt she wants some—

She didn’t let Charlie finish talking and rushed to Bella’s room. Where she was staring quietly on the window of her room. Waiting for something, or someone perhaps

“Bella.” Stella quietly called, sitting on her bed

“You’re here.” Bella said, having some sense of hope in her eyes

“They’re not with me.” Stella confessed immediately, watching as the small spark of hope in Bella’s eyes disappear

“They—” Bella asked, realizing what the Cullens have done “—They left you too?”

“Left?” Stella asked

“They left.” Bella said, answering the growing suspicion that she had “Edward said that he didn’t want me anymore.”

Stella could only laugh at what was going on. Carlisle had never left her before, and she had never had the thought that it might happen. Maybe this was her long-awaited punishment for abandoning Sam without hesitation and joining Carlisle instead. Perhaps this was fate's twisted way of telling her that Carlisle isn't her mate. Whatever it was, she could only laugh at herself for allowing herself to let down her guard and trust them.

“I heard what you did.” Stella said, sitting down on her couch as she passes Bella a glass of wine

“I don’t want any—

“If you want that sort of adrenaline rush so bad, then I’ll help you!” Stella scolded “At least have someone that you know help you with your decisions.”

“I can’t—

“It’s safer if I accompany you. We’ll do things together, hell, I’ll even get you to cliff jump with me and you’ll be safe.” Stella continued “Ju-just don’t do this to yourself alone Bella. You don’t deserve this.”

“And you don’t deserve this either.” Bella softly argued “They shouldn’t have left you to deal with me. You came with them; you should have left with them too.”

“But they did, didn’t they?” Stella hissed “They left us alone, Bella. And it’s about time that we accept fully that the people we love can and will just do that.”

Stella has never dropped the word ‘love’ when talking about the Cullens in fear that the magic within her would count it as an offering. She needed to be careful, not wanting to hurt any of them. But now that they’ve hurt her, it’s only fair that she could get them back somehow.

“You know what they are? They’re filthy, self-centered liars that never thought of anyone else other than themselves!” She continued, doing her best to conceal her tears. She needed to be strong, for both her and Bella “They’re selfish! And vile! And mean! And everything that a typical vampire would be!”

“Starting tomorrow, we’re gonna do a shit ton of crazy things together.” Stella announced, putting down her wine glass “You want to drink? Then we’ll get bat shit drunk together. Want to carelessly drive? I’ll take you to where I’ve been doing that. Want to kill someone? I’ll do a bit of my magic to allow you to do so. We’re going to do this together. We’re going to deal with this together.”

“Can we visit Jake tomorrow?” Bella shyly asked. Stella didn’t like the wolves’ scent but she agreed, giving Bella her freedom to do whatever she wants

“Bella!” Stella called, rushing in the Cullen’s house the moment her gut feeling told her that she was there after doing something stupid

“You did something!” Stella yelled “Without me! I told you we’d do this together!”

“Do this together?” A familiar sweet voice asked

“Alice?” Stella called, putting Bella behind her in case it was some trick

“She’s here, she’s real.” Bella assured her once Alice stepped out to reveal herself

“Jacob.” Stella said, smelling the wolves’ scent “He’s here.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” Jacob said

“Alice, let’s go have a chat really quick.” Stella invited, sensing that the two needed a chat on their own. They quickly stepped out the house

“Who initiated the leaving?” Stella asked

“Edward.” Alice answered immediately, knowing that angering this certain witch with her won’t do any good at that moment

“Why leave me?” She asked again

“Carlisle wanted you safe and in peace.” Alice answered quicker than how she did the first one “Thought that Forks was the town you needed for it.”

Stella could only feel enraged when she founded out the truth. The very vampire that she fully trusted was the sole reason why she was in pain.

“We really didn’t want to leave you behind. Please know that.” Alice started “Even Edward knew that you were needed there with us. But Carlisle’s decision was set.”

“Send him this particular message when you see him again, will you?” Stella asked. Alice nodded and waited for her message “Fuck you.”

“That’s harsh.” Alice said, before seeing the death glare on Stella’s face “And well deserved, I supposed.”

In the airport, Stella was looking forward to seeing Bella and the Cullens. She was simply doing it to see Rosalie again since she had missed her. Or at least that's what she told herself was the reason she was there as it was unavoidable that she would run into Carlisle after seeing Rosalie.

She missed him.

No, she didn’t.

He’s dead to her.

“Stella.” Bella called out, getting her to see them all again. Stella rushed to her, pulling Bella in for a tight hug

“You’re alive.” She muttered as she pulled away from the hug

“Yeah, I am.” Bella said, rubbing her back

“Rosie.” Stella said, averting her attention from Bella to Rosalie, who was anxious in seeing her again

Stella went and hugged Rosalie, resting her head on his shoulders and feeling the cold touch that all vampires shared. Reminding her that someone spent multiple centuries helping her when she was in need to be cooled down, physically and mentally. And was the exact same person that left her, turning her into the cold, untrusting witch that she is now

Carlisle watched as Stella hugged everyone. Everyone except him and Edward. When they left her, he knew what sort of treatment he would get from Stella. And he was deeply regretting even thinking of leaving her. But what could he do? He was scared. Every time Carlisle would look into the witch’s grey eyes, the same grey eyes that he wanted to get lost in all those decades ago, he would only see how lifeless she looked at that moment. That moment where a vampire’s venom, something that he had in his system, overpowered his confident witch.

He was reminded, that someone like him was the reason why she was in deep pain at that moment.

A vampire like him was the reason why his Stella was in pain.

“Let’s take you home.” Rosalie invited her

“I don’t live there anymore.” Stella quickly declined

“Spend the night?” Rosalie invited her again. Knowing Rosalie was in denial about the possibility of not being able to have Stella around in the same manner she had before saddened Carlisle. And he was the one who was at fault.

“I made plans with Charlie.” Stella said, shaking her head no at her offer.

Carlisle knew that if he had been human at the time, his heart would have missed a beat, and he would have felt his heart drop

He was losing her.

To a human.

“Dad?” Bella asked

“Yeah, asked him out for a friendly dinner. Someone needed to give some information to him. Even if it’s not the truth.” Stella answered “And possibly clean the Cullens name to him as well, who knows.”

Carlisle was at ease, hearing the friendly dinner come out of Stella’s mouth. He wanted, no, needed, a second chance. A second chance to prove that he’ll never leave her. A second chance to show her that he is worthy of her love.

Just a second chance.

Because he was a coward in his first one.

“You don’t have to do that.” Carlisle said quietly, shocking everyone “We’ll explain our sudden disappearance ourselves. You don’t have to do that for us anymore.”

“I’m doing it for Bella.” Stella coldly said, shocking everyone with them. “Not everything is about you anymore.”

Everyone was aware of Carlisle and Stella's quick reconciliation. They were curious as to how upset Stella was at their leaving after seeing how cold she was with Carlisle. Or if it was just with Carlisle.

“Let’s go home.” Edward invited to everyone, knowing that the atmosphere between all of them was getting thicker as they spend more time together

The coven members knew that at that moment, they needed to act for their coven leader and his confident witch

“I told Charlie that you were with me.” Stella told Bella; it didn’t take much to figure out that she wanted to leave already, only doing what she told Charlie

“I-I’ll come home with Edward.” Bella answered to her “You should get some rest yourself. Looks like you haven’t slept properly.”

“Of course, I haven’t slept properly.” Stella hissed at her “Don’t act like you’ve gotten sleep much more than I did.”

Carlisle went to stay near where Stella has decided to reside. It was a small house, just enough for her. Much, much different from the Cullen’s house. He was going mad from his own actions. He needed to do something.

He made the decision to lurk when he smelled her blood when she picked Bella up from the airport. It was different, but still as intoxicating as it was when they first met. It meant that she was doing something, anything, to forget them.

Edward hid what Carlisle was doing to everyone, lying and saying that he was picking up more shift because he couldn’t be in a house without Stella.

He’d leave when he had shifts, only to come back with a stray animal always in the place where he stays. He had a feeling that Stella knew what he was doing, and was just too kind to kick her out.

He’d sit next to her when she was asleep, admiring her calm and resting nature. He’d leave just before she woke up, making sure that he’d leave her room the same way as he got in it.

After almost a week of lurking, Carlisle noticed a change in Stella’s blood. It was slowly starting to smell like before. She had dropped whatever she was doing to herself and it was making an effect.

After a shift, he has made his way back to his usual spot, only to see a deer for him to feast on, but it had a note attached on its antlers.

‘Talk to me in person instead of lurking like some stalker – Your Stella’

Stella knew what Carlisle had been doing, she’d been hyperaware of her surroundings after an attempted attack from Laurent. She decided that she was gonna ask him to leave then and there but his presence calmed her. Even though there was a distance between the two.

She decided that she’ll do it tomorrow. She just really needed this one night of peace.

She didn’t wake up to any nightmares that day.

On the day that she has decided that he’ll ask Carlisle to leave, she felt his thirst. He’s stayed there without leaving like she was some princess and he was a guard protecting her and immediately went to the hospital for his shift. She quickly went to the forest, finding a deer to offer for him to feast on.

‘An offering,’ she convinced herself.

‘It’s not like she cared,’ she added.

Stella knew that Carlisle sneaks in her room when she goes to sleep. She wanted to call him out, yell at him to leave. But his presence calmed her, she didn’t know what he had done to her, but she’s suffered too much already. It wouldn’t hurt if she was to use him for herself.

She stopped meeting with those sketchy guys at alleyways after being in the flower shop, wanting to clean her blood.

‘Maybe if she cleaned her system, Carlisle would leave her alone,’ she convinced herself again, adding that to the list of lies that she’s said this past week alone.

The one night that she noticed that Carlisle wasn’t near her place, the guys from the alleyways came to her place, asking why hasn’t she visited them. She lied, said that she felt sick. They’re suddenly starstruck by something behind her, they quickly bid her thank you’s and goodbyes before running away from her house.

Carlisle scared those men. Stella wished she wasn’t so prideful so she could turn around and face him already, give him some sort of gratitude before asking him to stop lurking and just leave her alone. But she waited until he can make his exit, before turning around to “check” what had caused them to leave.

It was a sick game of catch, the one waiting for the other to slip up so they could call it quits and discuss, like proper grownups. Both Carlisle and Stella were careful and calculating, they were just waiting for the other to slip up.

But Stella wasn’t patient, she wanted to hear what he wanted to say.

She needed to hear it.

Grabbing one of the deer for his meal, she grabbed a note and stuck it on the deer’s antlers and called it a night.

‘Talk to me in person instead of lurking like some stalker – Your Stella’

My Stella, I owe you a lot after our sudden disappearance. Never had I thought that our departure would cause such pain to you. I always saw you as a strong woman, much stronger than me I must say, so I just assumed. I should have given you at least a goodbye instead of cowering behind that night out. Leaving you has been my biggest mistake. I needed you every day. Just as much as you would have needed me. I messed up and I know that it’s beyond repair. I know that there is little to no chance that you would be able to forgive me, I would even say that I deserve to feel the wrath of your pain and anger because you experienced it. But I still want to apologize, for all the pain I’ve caused you. No words are enough to explain how sorry I feel for what I’ve done to you, and no words would be able to change your mind about your perception of us. But I believe that I owe you this apology. Take it as some sort of parting gift, I guess. I would understand if you would want to let go of what we had for the past 300 years, maybe even go back to Italy for Sam. I’m sure he will be delighted to see you again. Just tell him that I’ve taken you against your will, let me be damned among your kind. You deserve a life filled with peace and happiness. You deserve to live. You deserve to love and be loved. I wish that it could be me that gives you what you deserve. Yours truly, Your Carlisle

Carlisle reread the letter one last time, debating whether he’ll send it to her or not. If ever anyone from his family finds out that he’s hiding from talking to her in person with an email, he will be judged, especially with Stella offering that they could talk in person. But he didn’t have the heart to go face her, not when he figured out what Stella has done to herself in hopes of forgetting him.

Carlisle figured a lot of things out when they got home. Despite being a witch and being granted immortality, her body was still very human. Anything wrong that could happen in a human could happen to her, and she knew.

She was hurting herself, all because he was a coward.

He knew that he needed to let her go. He’s caused too much pain to Stella.

He deleted the last line of his message before sending it to her.

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💌 | myg drabble 05

where yoongi wouldn’t mind fucking you in the little dress you’re in than going to a stupid company event.

; pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader

; genre: mature

; warnings: it’s a bit filthier than i usually write (lol), ass grabbing, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, pxssy slapping, creampie, usage of mature words, sex in front of a mirror, established relationship.

; a/n: hi all! been a while since i’ve posted. i haven’t been really in the mood to write. cant seem to find a lot of inspiration or have the energy to write… really sorry about that :( like i said, i write occasionally or whenever i feel like it. i’m mainly a blog that reblogs fics that i recommend, however, i also haven’t been in the mood to read fics. i’ll try to get into the groove again or whatever and see how it goes!!

for some reason, i wanted to write something about yoongi being a little more naughtier with y/n. thought this idea of yoongi not being able to hold himself back when he sees y/n in a dress he really likes her in was cute.

thank you for giving my work a read and showing them support! i really really really appreciate it !! <33

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“Baby, did they really say we have to go to this event? I don’t remember them telling us it was mandatory.”

Yoongi’s slouching on the small couch in your guys’ shared hotel room. Manspreading as he’s scrolling through his phone, tie around his neck but still undone because he wanted you to ‘help him’ with it. The TV was on but none of you were paying attention to it—it was kind of there just for some background noise. Nothing interesting really came up on his phone that made him want to keep scrolling, so he tossed it onto the small coffee table. His eyes immediately search for you, sitting criss-crossed on the floor and doing make up in front of the full-length mirror.

Now this is a view he could never get tired of.

You look at him through the mirror, letting out a little chuckle when you see him looking a little more grumpier than usual.

“Yes, baby, they told us that we have to go,” your mouth is slightly open as you apply your mascara, making you talk a little funny, “it’s a quick company get-together, at least that’s what I was told.”

You put your mascara back into your little make up pouch. You smooth the material of your bathrobe, making sure nothing is flipped up and exposing you. He carefully watches you making your way to the bathroom to finally change into your outfit. Mumbling a quick “be right back” before closing the door.

He scoffs, getting up from his seat just to throw himself onto the bed.

“If it’s a quick get-together, why should it be mandatory!” he yells out, enough for you to be able to hear on the other side.

He’s annoyed.

Not over you, of course, but for this event.

One thing about Yoongi is that he hates going to company events. He thinks they’re boring to be at, a complete waste of his time. The one you two will be going was probably (Yoongi assumes) going to be like every other one he’s been to in the past despite what they say. He doesn’t understand why some of the artists are dragged into this because all they do is just stand around or talk with other artists or people from other entertainments. And to be completely honest, he’d rather be working than be there.

The boys kept begging for him to bring you along, which he didn’t understand why. He would’ve thought (and hoped) that you wouldn’t want to go. However, you kept insisting to go because you wanted to dress all fancy—and, like you said, ‘it’s been so long since i’ve dressed up all pretty!’ God, that little twinkle in your eyes, how bright your smile got when you were talking, the way you were just so excited about dressing up…He couldn’t say no to you. So, here he is now—sort of regretting his decision.

“Baby, if you don’t wanna go, it’s okay. It can just be the boys and I.” Yoongi hears the tapping of your heels tapping against the tile on the bathroom floor, then it being slightly muffled by the carpet floor. He immediately sits up, eyes trying to look for you.

And there you were. Right in front of that mirror again. This time, you were wearing a short, satin, and red bodycon dress that damn blew his mind. The dress paired with your beautiful body so well. It hugged you so tightly in all the right places. It’s got him practically salivating for you.

“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi mumbles under his breath. He could actually feel his dick twitch in his pants just from the way you looked. You turn around to face him, now letting him get the full view. You smirk, the way he looked at you dumbfoundedly made you giggle.

“It’s cute, right?” You turn away from him, facing towards the mirror again to touch up your makeup.

He scoffs, his senses finally coming back to reality. Yoongi knew you were teasing him just to get something out of him. He liked playing things that way, though, because it made situations a little more fun.

“Sure. It’s cute,” he huffs, getting up from the bed to walk towards you. He’s rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, exposing his veiny forearms. He pulls off the unmade tie off his shoulders and throws it onto the bed.

“But it won’t do.”

“Mmm?” you hum in response, still ‘focusing’ on your makeup, yet a smile slowly creeps onto your face.

From behind, he’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist, the other hand sliding up and down the other side of your waist to the curve of your hip. He finds himself near the crook of your neck, his minty breath hitting your skin.

“This—,” he emphasizes his words by sliding that one hand on your side further and onto your ass, giving it a firm grip, “this dress won’t do.”

“But it’s cute,” you whine, “besides, it’ll just be me and the boys since you don’t want to come.” You’re putting away your makeup in your little make up pouch as you spoke with him.

“Who says you’ll be going without me?”

God he would go crazy if he actually let you out like that by yourself.

“Me, of course,” you chirped, with a know-it-all grin on your face.

He snickers at your boldness.

God, you’re cute.

Well? Guess he’ll play along. Both of his hands make their way to the bottom of your dress, slightly tugging on it.

“How can I let you go out when your panties are all soaked? Shouldn’t we fix that?” He’s moving his head closer to your head, bringing his mouth to playfully nibble on the upper cartilage of your ear.

“Ah, Yoongi—,” you whimper. Hands trying to swat away his large hands from getting any closer, but failing.

“Don’t believe me?”

Before you could protest, he’s already lifting your dress up, letting the tight material bunch around your small waist. His hand is quick to go to your panties. You watch him through the mirror, two fingers pressing down, gliding in between your folds, on the dampened material. Your wetness coats his fingers, proving himself right.

He brings his fingers in front of you, pressing his fingers together to show how wet they are.

“See?” He hums in satisfaction, “how about we take a peek underneath, hm?”

“Y-yoongi—we’re going to be late—.”

Those words fall out of your mouth but have no meaning to it. Because in all honesty, you couldn’t care any less that you would be late.

“I��ll be quick, baby,” he mumbles into your neck, head looking down to watch his fingers move your panties to the side, exposing you.

You, on the other hand, watch him through the mirror. His fingers sliding in between your glistening folds again, but this time his fingers trap your sensitive bead in between them. He pinches that sensitive spot, receiving a little gasp from you. He’s smiling against your shoulder, removing his hand away for a second just to put his fingers back on that spot, giving it a couple taps with his fingers before he’s rubbing your bead again. You’re watching him with hooded lids, mouth slightly open as you whine out his name. He’s wrapping his free arm around your waist again as you can feel your legs start to give out.

“So e-embarrassing,” you manage to say, covering your face with one of your arms.

He’s chuckling, grabbing your arm down with the arm that’s holding you. Yoongi enjoyed the way you were bucking your hips against his fingers, squirming around.

“Not at all, baby. Look at how pretty you look when I touch you this way.”

God, you thought it really was embarrassing. I mean, you’ve never actually physically seen yourself this way before—a panting, whining mess all because of him.

“‘m sorry baby, but I really can’t control myself right now. I’ve gotta fuck you in this dress so bad.”

Your eyes open a little wider when you feel him remove his fingers. He’s nudging you to lean forward, so you place your hands on to the mirror and slightly arch your back. Your ass is pressed against his clothed hard on that he’s been rubbing against you since his arms were first wrapped around you. You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, the unzip of his pants.

“What a good girl,” he hums, placing one hand on your hip for support and using the other hand to hold the base of his cock. He rubs his tip against your folds, collecting the juices coming out from you. He’s pushing his cock in between your folds to coat himself with your essence, not necessarily inside you just yet.

You’re whining, and he absolutely loved the sound of it.

“Y-yoongi need you.”

He chuckles lowly, “I would’ve teased the shit out of you but you’re lucky we’re running late.” He’s licking his lips, slowly guiding his tip into you.

“Fuck,” he groans, then hissing at how tightly you’re squeezing him.

“You look so fucking good in this dress, baby—god, I want it to only be seen by me.”

He’s completely in you now, buried in you deeply as he gives you time to adjust to him.

“T-told you it’s cute,” you can feel yourself pulsating around him, his thickness a bit too much to handle.

Yoongi scoffs at your comment—that one comment you kept on repeating earlier. He’s gripping onto the sides of your ass firmly.

“Cute?” He’s sliding out of you again, tip only in, “this dress is way too fucking sexy.” He punctuates his sentence with a sharp thrust, earning a loud moan from you. He keeps a steady pace as he pounds you from behind, the sound of each other’s skin colliding with the sound of your moans and his low growling. You’re starting to give out a bit, resulting in leaning your forearms against the wall, head resting against it to prevent it from hitting against the wall.

He takes this opportunity to try and slide his arm in between the small space between your head and your arms, pulling you up against his chest. His other hand now on your waist so that he can bring your body against his whenever he would thrust into you. Your hands immediately go to gripping on to his arm that lays across your shoulders and chest, holding you. This new position is making you twist your face and curl your toes, all while your mouth is slightly open, panting, whining, and begging for no reason.

“Look at how pretty my baby is when taking in my cock,” he’s kissing your head through your hair, soon making his way to your shoulder.

“I get to see you like this and admire you whenever I’m fucking you like this,” he mumbles into your soft skin, planting quick kisses onto the same spot on your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t it be fair to let you see what you look like, baby? Especially in this goddamn dress?” He thrusts up into you this time in a particular way that has you digging your nails into his arms and trying to rest your head against his shoulder.

“Nnghh—Yoongi—please,” you choked, eyes tightly closed due to all the pleasure. He was hitting that spot in you too well.

He’s smirking at the way you’re writhing in his hold, enjoying every single second of it. Seeing that the straps of your dress slipped down the sides of your shoulders, he took this moment to take his hand from your waist and bring it up to your chest. He holds onto the straight neckline of your dress and swiftly brings it down, exposing your bare chest. That hand immediately goes to your right breast, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. He feels you squeeze him a bit from his new action.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at how sexy you are right now. Tits out, the makeup and tears running down your face, this fucking dress that looks too good on you—all while you’re stuffed with my cock.”

“Too—ah—embarrassing,” you whine, “want more..please…nngh~.”

He knows that you’re almost at your limit. Yoongi knew your body more than you did. But before he could let you get what you want, he wanted you to look at yourself in the mirror. Glance over at him all drunk from his cock, batting those pretty eyelashes. He was sure that he was going to make you have a look at what you looked like being fucked by him. He uses his other hand, that’s holding you by the shoulder, to cup underneath your chin and position your head in a way that can make you look at the mirror.

“Take a look at yourself first and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he says, voice low and demanding.

It was hard for you to open your eyes when the little bumps and ridges of his cock felt so good sliding against your tightened walls and his thrusts were hitting that one spot over and over, which has you moaning out his name each time. However, he’s slowing his pace compared to how it was before. He’s taking his time, the speed too agonizing. He’s teasing you, and you were sure of it.

You slightly open up one of your eyes, squinting at the blurred reflection of the two of you. You manage to open the second eye, both eyelids hooded. You can sort of see that evil-looking, lazy grin growing on his face. Most importantly, you can see the state that you were both in, and—fuck— was it kinda sexy.

“There you go baby,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Yoon-Yoongi,” you whimper, “please—need more.”

He’s smiling into your hair, giving you another kiss to your head. He’s picking up the pace, finding a rhythm that has you moaning out loud.

God, it was loud in the room. It’s like the sound around you was suddenly amplified once he stopped teasing you. The chattering from the TV that’s still on, the jingling of his belt, skin slapping against each other, and Yoongi’s grunting and strained groans. At this point, it’s honestly no secret to your neighbors that you guys were definitely up to something.

“Yoongi—I-I’m gonna come—,” you choked.

“Yeah? Then do it. Come for me, baby.”

He’s rough with you, arm still across the front of your shoulders tightly holding you against him while his other hand is pinching your hardened nipple. You’re repeatedly calling out his name, until you reach that point of pleasure—sighing when your release comes. However, that doesn’t stop Yoongi from ramming himself inside you from behind.

“Y-Yoongi, I’ve already—ah—cummed!”

“I know,” he mumbles, “gonna make you come again.”

With a little nudge from toward the mirror, you release your hold on him, hands and arms back on the mirror to keep yourself steady. He’s bringing his hands back to your waist as he’s removing himself from you. With a quick move of his finger, he manages to slide your string-like panties off, now on the floor pooling around your heels. He lifts your left leg up by the back of your knee and takes his other hand to hold you steady by the waist. Yoongi bends his knees a little, lining himself up with your abused hole before he slams himself back into you, but a little more upwards this time.

This new sense of depth and angle has your mind going blank, unable to put together any coherent sentences. Instead, you’re spitting out obscenities. Groaning out the word “fuck” whenever his skin slaps against yours. You could feel your breast bouncing and hitting against the cold mirror and as well as the side of your head (just slightly) after every thrust.

“Yeah? You like this?“ His voice is rough, practically growling into your ear. Yoongi’s sliding his hand that's on your waist to wrap around the front of your body. His hand moves south, fingers finding your sensitive bead. He gives it a couple slaps before he takes his index and middle finger to play with your clit, intensifying your pleasure. You couldn’t even answer him properly at this point—you’re begging for him, yelling out his name every snap of his hips, mumbling words that none of you could even make out, really just a whole babbling mess.

He’s loving every second of this moment.

God he could never get tired of filling you up like this.

“Yoon—gi,” you cried, “c-cum—nghh!”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his movements becoming a little unstable.

“Gonna cum? Or want my cum?”

“Fuck—ah—both!”

“Fuck,” he lowly groans, absolutely pleased with your answer. He was definitely at his limit.

He’s slamming into you with more aggression, his pelvis slapping against your ass was for sure going to leave red marks. He’s raising your leg a little higher, while his other hand goes at it with toying with your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—-Yoongi!” You cry out, just about to give out. You could feel the dampness on your cheeks, your head felt like it was spinning from the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Yoongi grunts, he thrusts into you, hip movements stopping as he finally releases his seed into you. You sigh in relief, as you also reach your high and do the same. He’s putting your leg down, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you up. He’s pulling out of you, watching the way your tight hole is still trying to grip onto his flaccid cock. The mixture of yours and his cum starts to spill out of you, but he’s quick to take the head of his cock and push it back in, making sure everything stays in there before he’s quickly grabbing your panties, that are pooled around your feet on the ground, and pulling them back on you. He’s pulling your dress back down, as well, to get you all properly dressed. You’re still bent over and leaned against the mirror, still trying to catch your breath. He’s reaching over now to pull back up the neckline of your dress so that your breasts weren’t spilled out in the open.

“Baby, can you stand up for me real quick?” He’s putting himself back in his pants, buckling on his belt before caressing the side of your hip gently.

You do as he says, finally making eye contact with him through the mirror. Yoongi gives you the most gentle smile—as if he didn’t just fuck you brains out a second ago. He kisses your head again until he bends down a bit to hold you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“Yoongi!” You squeaked with the last drop of energy you had. He’s quick to bring you over and lay you on the bed. He plops himself right next to you, laying on his side so that he can admire your side profile. You turn your head to glance over him, who now has a little stupid smile on his face. You roll your eyes before you roll onto your side, the both of you now looking face to face with little space between the two of you.

“Were you really going to go out with barely anything underneath that dress?” Yoongi brings his hand over to your exposed thigh, gently caressing your warm, smooth, and slightly sticky (from your sweat) skin.

You smile, already expecting for him to say something about the lack of ‘proper’ undergarments you had on.

“Mmm.. ‘course not. I just had a feeling that you were going to be like that once you saw what I was wearing,” you giggle, “you reacted the same way the first time you saw me in lingerie.”

He’s chuckling, one of those laughs where his shoulders are moving up and down as well. You’re bringing your hand to cup the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He’s leaning into your touch, now removing his hand from your thigh to place it on top of your hand, gently holding it. He turns his face to your hand to kiss the inside of your palm, eyes still looking at you—god, he’s so in love with you.

“Mine. All mine,” is all he mumbles into your hand, before he turns his head back to face you, keeping his hand on top of yours.

You scoot closer to him, practically closing the space between you two, only to just kiss him slowly on the lips. He’s groaning against your lips, realizing that he never got to touch your lips at all earlier. You’re already pulling away but he’s quick to wrap an arm around you to pull you close, pecking your lips as much as he can before you’re turning your face away from him. However, that doesn’t stop him as he’s placing quick kisses on your cheek, resulting in you in a giggling mess. He’s pulling away, watching you with that beautiful smile plastered on your face. Slightly blushed cheeks, faint dried up makeup running down your face, lips all swollen…god he loved it all. He loved everything about you—the way you looked right now as you’re giggling, the sound of your giggles, the way you looked at him with loving eyes (and with a bit of confusion) after you realized that he wasn’t attacking you with his kisses…

He loved it…he really loved it all.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, still in awe over you, “I love you so much, you know that?”

You’re rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

“You already know that I know. I love you too Yoongi, but I have to go wash up and get re-ready again.”

He smirks, “aren’t we already running late?” His eyes follow you as you’re removing your heels before struggling to stand up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.

“And who’s fault is that?”

He lowly chuckles, obviously enjoying your playful attitude.

“Guess we should skip the event.”

There’s a pause of silence once you enter the bathroom, shower already running. You pop your head in the doorway, the both of you immediately making eye contact.

“Too tired to join me?” You innocently say with a little pout on your lips.

“You never invited me,” he responds, mirroring the pout you had on onto his face..

“Who says you needed an invite?”

Yoongi’s already on his feet, licking his lips. He’s unbuttoning his shirt starting from the top as he makes his way towards you.

“If you say so, baby,” he hums, with a big smile on his face, “just know I won’t be holding back if we end up going another round.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to hold back,” you’re biting your bottom lip as you watch him stop in his tracks.

He’s smirking again, pleased yet slightly surprised with your answer.

“Round 2 it is then, baby.”

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Reminiscing on the Hard Road (A Gruvia Fic)

Rating: M

Summary: While on his way to a mission, Gray reflects on the hardships, tears, battles, and triumphs which led to him and Juvia finding their happiness together. (Or: the story of how they finally, officially got together told through memories).

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Words: ~8,000

Warnings: Please read with caution as this contains adult themes & situations (though nothing explicit). Also swearing and allusions to mental illness, dissociation and depression symptoms especially. Man this feels like the end of a drug commercial. Enjoy!

AN: I realized how long it'd been since I updated Chasing Tails and was feeling really bad about it. I'm so sorry, guys! I've just been really busy! I don't have time to get Chapter 5 up tonight, but I do have the time to share this Gruvia piece I wrote a while ago as a karmic sort of apology.

With that in mind, this is a bit of a rough, long one-shot. It comes from a chapter in a larger, mostly Nalu-focused fic which I may or may not ever actually finish writing. Sooo it's not even really a one-shot so much as it's, like, a segment of a chapter from one. I also barely had time to clean it up ever so slightly.

However, I thought Gruvia fans would appreciate anyway. Maybe one day, I'll write the whole thing because I honestly think it could be a story, or maybe a series of drabbles? This is all you kids get for now, though, lol. no fucks given (just kidding this will keep me up nights.)

o(O)o

Ignoring Natsu's whining about still being motion sick from beside him, Gray buried his hands in his pockets and let his eyes engage in their favorite past-time: roaming the curves of the blue-haired woman walking in front of him.

Him and Juvia had officially been together for over half a year, but his eyes still snagged on the same places they always had. The sway of her blue hair, now long enough to partly obscure the pinch of her waist and flare of her hips with each swish. The pretty, cute flush that lived on her cheeks as she listened attentively to Erza, who was chattering about a famous desert shop in the area. The way shadow and light shifted over the curve of her rear. And—forever his most favorite—the exposed skin of her legs. Long, toned, moon white...and fucking perfect.

Gray felt his cheeks heat, but couldn't find it in himself to drag his eyes away. The solidness and length of their relationship did absolutely nothing to diminish the novelty of her beauty, like he might once have feared it would. Instead, it hypnotized him more surely than ever. Noticing all the men drooling over her figure as they walked past, Gray was aware of the sting of possessiveness and annoyance which rose in his chest, but was also easily able to ignore it.

He was as comfortable as any guy with a stunning girlfriend could be in his own jealousy, these days. More shockingly, so was Juvia, a fact that was plain from the way she shot only perfunctory glares at the women eyeing him and whispering to each other as they passed.

As he stared at her back, his lips quirked ever so slightly. It had taken time, tears, and work—more work than he could ever have anticipated—to get to this point in their relationship. But work had never been more worth it.

His mind wandered to reminiscence. To where it had all started, when they had started, after the 100-Year Quest had ended and he'd finally—with Lucy, Levy, and Erza's help—managed to ask Juvia to be his girlfriend.

"Not just 'yours'," Levy had insisted, explaining that phrasing would confuse her. "Your girlfriend."

He'd actually fought them on it. Not really because he had a problem with commitment anymore (okay, it was a little embarrassing, but not too much) but because the words "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" felt ridiculous, considering everything they'd been through. How deeply he cared about her. For crying out loud, they'd tried to kill themselves for each other. He'd kill for her, die for her, and—most importantly—he would live for her. Beyond making his ears feel like they were going to melt off, the word "girlfriend" felt trite.

But when Lucy and Levy demanded to know if that meant he was going to propose, he'd balked. Actually, having the m-word shoved right up against his nose kind of made his soul flee his body. As ready as he was for a romantic relationship, he wanted to go through the actual experience of having one. Like, with all the steps involved. In order. He was at the point in his life that he wanted it more than anything.

More importantly, he wanted to give Juvia that experience. He was determined to do right by her.

With the girls' reality check, and the point they'd made that ambiguity might make Juvia jump to the wrong conclusion or even hurt her, they'd convinced him. He'd been committed to making his long-awaited confession as special for Juvia as possible, complete with saying any embarrassing words she wanted to hear.

Gray still hadn't felt worthy of the love she gave him. He still struggled to believe he was a man who could protect her. But after everything he'd been through during the 100-Year-Quest, seeing how much she'd missed him the whole time, and his talk with Juvina-sama, he'd understood it was completely unfair to ask Juvia to wait for him to decide he was worthy enough to love her openly. He also wasn't above admitting that Juvina-sama's suggestion that she wouldn't wait forever had disquieted some irrational part of him enough to make him antsy, impatient to make absolutely sure they were exclusive.

He'd been completely flustered throughout his confession, but known it had gone as right as it could. Lucy, Levy, and Erza—who thought they'd been slick, hiding in a nearby bush to watch him confess—had agreed. (Lucy had annoyed him to no end by teasing him over how "adorable" he'd been.)

And yet...Juvia's response hadn't been quite what Gray hoped. Lucy hadn't noticed it, but he had. He didn't know exactly when it had happened, but at some point, he'd learned to read the Water Mage like an open book. For how sincere a person she was—a trait he was all too familiar with—Juvia could also be surprising, even mysterious. As transient as water, with hidden depths you'd never know a thing about unless you were willing to dive beneath the surface.

When Gray confessed, he'd braced himself for joyous screaming. He'd planned to freeze a literal flood of tears before it could wash them both away. He'd been prepared to get a concussion from how hard she'd glomp him in the street. But while she had said yes, demurely accepted the roses, and hugged him plenty tight...her response had been subdued. In hindsight, he could see the pattern her reaction fit: the way her gaze had dropped to the street despite her happy flush, the hesitant, nervous gleam in her eyes, the limited verbal response.

The only times she'd ever acted that way had been when he actually reciprocated some of her affection. When he'd promised to give her a straight answer, after he defeated END. When he'd given her a one-armed hug and said he was glad her "body" was safe, after he'd saved her from that wood bastard.

Something had been wrong. But when the girls who'd spied on him only gushed afterwards, not seeming to have noticed anything off, he'd shrugged off his concerns, assuming it was his own lack of romantic literacy. He'd been nervous, but also really excited to learn.

But as their relationship officially began...it quickly became obvious that there was a problem, and that a one-sided approach to fixing it just wasn't going to cut it.

Juvia had always been prone to mood swings severe enough to make Gray's head spin, but as soon as they started dating, her mood seemed to sink. He'd try to ask her about it only for her to put on an obviously fake, cheery front and insist she was fine.

At first, he was sure it must be his fault. He'd had no idea what he was doing wrong. At that point, the guilt he felt for not taking Juvia's feelings seriously for so long, for abandoning her in Amefurashi Village, and for nearly letting her die in an attempt to save him had been taking a serious toll on him. The guilt had sometimes left him ragged. Every time she seemed down, he beat himself up and tried to do better. Talking, dates, spending time together (even when it meant ditching missions he really wanted to go on with the team), accepting her gifts and acting happy about them (no matter how much they creeped him out).

But the more he'd tried to make up for everything, the worse it seemed to get. He watched her frustration rise as he tried to be more openly affectionate, her denials that she was frustrated getting louder. More and more, she gave, but when he gave back, she'd look ready to explode or burst into tears.

What had made everything come to a head was the sex. A surprise in itself. For all the ways their relationship had suffered, sex had never been one of them. It'd started back in the cabin they shared in Amefurashi Village. From the first night they'd moved in together, Juvia had not-so-surprisingly tried to edge her way into Gray's bed constantly. She'd use excuses of cold weather, make puppy eyes, and sew nauseatingly pink coupley bed sheets to try to lure him (when, he still had no idea).

Meanwhile, he struggled more and more to pretend he didn't find (most of) her antics adorable. Not to mention incredibly tempting. Things escalated to where he'd feel his excitement rising towards the end of their daily training sessions, to the point his body became conditioned to react when he saw the damn sun set.

He also felt increasing dread at the notion of having to turn Juvia down—and for having to sneak out in the middle of every night to "take care" of the problem she always left him with (cold showers didn't exactly work for an Ice Wizard).

Finally, one night, she'd pouted and whined that she was sore from training and begged for a massage. Gray didn't know if it was the fact she was asking him for something instead of offering; the unbelievably cute, sparkly-eyed, hopeful glances she kept sneaking at him; or the fact he could tell she actually was sore from the way her face would pinch as she attempted to stretch provocatively in front of him, but his resolve had shattered.

Before he could think and without a word, he'd lifted his covers and held her gaze, not bothering to hide the dark promise in his eyes.

Her reaction had been priceless. He'd never forget it.

His acceptance seemed to knock the breath straight out of her. Her eyes had gone round as saucers, staring into his eyes like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her cheeks had darkened. She'd stood stunned for so long that he'd started to get nervous, wondering if she'd only been being playful all this time, not really meaning to come on to him or maybe not expecting him to ever accept. But just as he'd been trying to field the disappointment sinking his heart and trying to think of how to promise he wouldn't do anything she didn't want, she'd hesitantly approached the bed, trembling.

After giving her the massage she'd asked for, he'd rewarded her bravery three times over.

After that, for the very first time, the dynamic of their relationship shifted in one, important way—the one which would force him to finally confront his own heart:

In terms of their physical relationship, he became the more dominant one. In this one aspect of their shared life, he chased. Gray flustered Juvia. He hadn't been able to get enough. What had once been a relentless, one-sided pursuit (one where she had, admittedly, been gaining on him without his notice) became a dance which had addicted him before he knew it.

The notion of reciprocating her feelings had once had him running for the hills. So it had been a huge shock to learn just how much he liked it.

She was so obviously happy and disbelieving that first time he slipped her clothes off in the moonlit dark, cursing over her beauty. Utterly awestruck when he'd seen to her pleasure (twice, he still liked to remember proudly) before even considering his own. Sex was the first time he heard her speak in the first-person, the first time she said his name without adding "-sama" (since that battle in the rain, anyway.)

It was when he lost himself in her soft skin, her passion, and her pleasure that some part of him was able to accept the truth she'd had the grace to surrender to from the very beginning.

The shift in their sex life was also when he'd started to twig something wasn't right between them. After Alvarez was when he'd started it back up. His plan had been to wait until he was able to reciprocate her feelings verbally, like he'd promised, but almost losing her had broken him in a way some part of him would never truly recover from. Between that and his final, full acceptance of his own feelings, there'd been no restraining himself. He'd come onto her with all the subtlety of a freight train the second they were alone.

Even then, something hadn't been quite right. She hadn't been herself, quiet enough that—even as...compromised as his critical thinking skills had been, at the time, and even in his heightened emotional state—he'd noticed. He'd pulled back and asked if she was okay, but when her response had simply been to drag him back in for a kiss that made his knees weak, he'd taken it as a yes and matched her passion enthusiastically.

She kept staying quiet in bed. It bothered the hell out of him, and he badgered her about it more than once, but would ultimately let it go when she insisted she was fine. In his defense, there had been a lot of reasons she could've become subdued. They had just fought a war. They were all exhausted from fixing the town and working to build peace in Fiore.

But after the 100-Year Quest and after his confession, she got even weirder. He noticed it all the time, in every aspect of their relationship, but it was especially noticeable in bed, when they were so close to each other, both completely vulnerable.

When they'd cohabitated, he'd almost always been the one to start something. He'd enjoyed that. He'd even (hell, especially) enjoyed the way she'd flirt, pretend to be oblivious to his advances, pout and blush and make him impress her, coax him to the brink of losing his mind before finally caving to both of their desires. Those times where he went from prey to predator had balanced their entire relationship, satisfying both of them.

Gray wasn't some slimeball who needed sex, but he did need some balance in their dynamic. The private, physical side of their relationship was just where it'd happened to play out. It could've played out anywhere in their relationship, if they were off sex for a while for whatever reason.

But as soon as they became official, it became clear she'd fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happened.

She came onto him. Every. Single. Time. He'd been a little surprised, but happy enough. At first. But as he pushed her to talk to him harder and she denied louder, he'd started to guess that something was genuinely, really wrong.

She didn't speak in the first-person when they were intimate, any more. She didn't drop the "-sama." Even worse, he started to suspect she was seducing him even when she wasn't really in the mood. Almost like she felt like she had to.

It had been one such time when he finally flipped his shit. Even now, walking behind her and appreciating her curves, the memory made his mood falter a little.

He regretted how he'd handled things. It shamed him to remember how he'd all but shoved her off him and refused to do anything else with her until she was ready to tell him whatever the hell was going on inside that crazy, watery head of hers. It was an ultimatum. A cruelly-put one, at that. He hadn't realized just how hurt and angry he was until the words flew out of his mouth.

Juvia had opened up, alright.

In fact, she'd exploded.

They'd screamed at each other, horrible things Gray could hardly stand to repeat even in his own head. She'd demanded that he quit wasting both their time and leave her again, like they both knew he would. He'd asked how stupid she could be to think he'd do that, when he was obviously dedicated enough to put up with her psycho stalker gifts. She'd retorted that her "psycho stalker gifts" didn't seem to have any affect on his libido. He'd yelled that she was the one jumping his bones, ever since he'd asked her out. She'd said that was because she actually cared about his happiness, implying that was something he'd never understand.

She'd ended the black, ugly fight with four hoarse words that ripped his heart out of his chest: "This is over, Gray-sama!"

His apartment door had slammed behind her.

He'd been too shocked and devastated to do anything but watch her go, not even managing to stagger to the door and chase after her until she was long-gone. Black curse power had swirled across his skin as he pelted to the guild, growling in frustration when he didn't find her there. Then he'd run all the way to the female dorms at Fairy Hills only to be deterred by Erza, who met him at the gate. She hadn't known anything about his and Juvia's fight, but she'd been drawn by his yelling.

His older sister figure had knocked him out "for his own good."

The next afternoon, Gray had woken up in his own bed. Not bothering to see if he was dressed (it would turn out he wasn't) he'd booked straight to the guild only to be devastated by the news that Juvia had taken a long-term S-class quest just that morning, news which was delivered by a sympathetic Mira.

Sure that it was over, that he'd ruined everything, he'd drunk himself sick—then kept drinking, swinging fists at anyone and everyone who tried to console him until, finally, in the wee hours of the next morning, Gajeel managed to knock him out of it.

The hostility, Gray had expected. Gajeel was Juvia's best friend; of course he was angry to learn that Gray had done something to upset her so much, she'd left for a Quest that could take months or even years to finish without so much as a word to Gajeel or any of their other comrades.

What did surprise Gray was the understanding Gajeel eventually showed.

Gray got his ass knocked flat by the Iron Dragon Slayer. From his back on the ground, he started to spit out what happened. With each word, the larger man had visibly calmed. After enough had come out, he'd awkwardly helped Gray to his feet (his own, gruff brand of apology.) He'd helped Gray sober up, then he'd given him a pep talk.

He'd refused to explain his own guesses as to what was going on with Juvia, insisting "who knows what goes on in that water witch's head." But he'd also insisted that whatever was going on, it for damn sure wasn't what Gray thought, which was that he'd hurt her too badly for her to love him anymore.

"She's obsessed with you," the man had said, scowling in disgust. "She's always been obsessed with you. She's way too stubborn to let it go that easy. It's annoying."

By six AM, Gajeel Redfox—of all people—had talked Gray into chasing after the love of his life. He'd even used his Iron Magic to create a lockpick which got them into the archive room, where they'd found Mira's records...and Juvia's location.

He'd barely had the time to register the irony of her quest's location before he was gone, shooting Gajeel a gruff "thanks" over his shoulder and running home to pack.

It'd been raining when he finally walked into Amefurashi Village.

He hadn't consciously known where to start looking when he arrived, but his feet—following some combination of muscle memory and the fate he'd fought for so long—had carried him to the place where the word "home" had changed for him: the cabin he and Juvia had shared. Where they'd grown together. Taken care of each other.

Where he'd left her. Hurt her. Even if most of the reason to do so was because he wanted to protect her, he couldn't stop hating himself for that.

She was standing outside the place, drenched and shivering, when he got there. As if sensing his arrival as surely as he'd known where to find her, Juvia had turned to look at Gray with eyes that were glassy above flushed cheeks. She'd wavered on her feet.

As soon as she'd whispered his name, she'd toppled. Gray's bag had landed in a puddle with a splashy thunk. He'd lunged to catch her like his life depended on it.

Shouting her name had earned him no response, but pressing the back of his hand to her forehead had been enough to convince him that she had a seriously high fever.

Strangely, as worried as he'd been about her, he hadn't even thought to bring her back to Wendy or seek a nearer healer. In hindsight, he was sure that deep down, he'd realized it would do no good; she wasn't physically ill, but heartsick, just as he was. He'd felt lower than the mud gathering around his boots.

He'd been surprised to discover that he had to break into their old home, and rapidly deduced that Juvia hadn't been staying at their old cabin even though she'd been standing outside of it, both from that fact and the fact that none of her stuff was there.

As soon as he lay her in the bed which had once been his before becoming theirs, she'd begun shivering. For the first time in his life, Gray cursed that he was an Ice Wizard instead of a Fire Wizard.

He'd run outside, grabbed his bag, then come back in—only to curse again when he unclasped the bag only to discover that all its contents were soaked. Thinking quickly, he'd stripped his wet clothes, then hers. He'd climbed into bed with her.

"'M sorry, Gray-sama..." she'd slurred her sleep. "Juvia's so sorry...Juvia had to...I just had to..."

He'd shushed her, rubbing her arms to try to warm her up. "It's okay, Juvia. I know, my love. It's okay..."

He'd kept holding her and whispering soft comfort to her until she'd finally stopped shivering, at which point his frantic worry had abated enough that he could fully admit to himself how good it felt to have her in his arms, her skin against his. How warm she was. How perfectly she fit against him. How much he missed her. She was right there, as close as another person could ever be to him. Yet with how things had been between them lately and how lost she was to fever, he'd never felt further away.

Apparently, he'd fallen asleep at some point, because when he awoke, it was to the rising sun blazing at him from the center of the cabin window. Ignoring his body's reaction to waking up in the arms of the very naked, beautiful woman he happened to be in love with, Gray had instantly dropped his hand to Juvia's forehead, sighing in relief when it became clear her fever had reduced. She wasn't better, but she was getting there.

Quickly figuring out what needed done, he'd dropped a tender kiss to her warm forehead, murmuring a threat against her sweaty hairline: "You'd better not even think of running away again, crazy woman. We are going to talk when I get back."

Gray had dressed, glanced back, and left. He'd met up with he client—a rich and unfortunately good-looking asshole about Gray's age who was way too disappointed Juvia, herself, wasn't the one who'd shown up. Through gritted teeth, Gray informed the bastard it would be a couple days before he and his partner (he was sure to emphasize those words several times) would be able to begin investigating the dark guild threatening the area, as she'd fallen ill.

It annoyed him to no end that the creep seemed genuinely concerned about this, trying to insert himself, demand to see her, and attempting to coax Gray into revealing her location (Gray couldn't help the pleasure and hope which rose in his chest, when he learned she hadn't told this guy wherever it was she was staying; obviously, she'd had no interest in sharing that information.)

The client had thrown a rich boy tantrum when Gray refused to tell him anything, but ultimately let him go when Gray promised Juvia would be there in a couple days (not bothering to mention that he would absolutely be there, too.)

He'd gone to pick up medicine and food. He'd grabbed all the ingredients he could remember for something hearty, mild, and delicious she used to make him when they lived together, a chicken stew that tasted like something he could remember from childhood. Those ingredients, medicine, ginger tea...anything he could think of that might help her feel better, he purchased, barely noting price.

Juvia had been waiting on the porch wrapped only in a blanket when he returned, flushed with both fever and anger.

They'd both been pissed at each other. While Gray locked horns with Juvia's amorous creep of a client, she had apparently been discovered by the landlord who owned their old cabin and only barely managed to talk him out of his anger, ultimately having to pay double their old monthly rent to keep him from calling the authorities—all while wrapped only in a blanket.

A brief yelling match had ensued. It ended when Juvia began coughing rather violently, Gray dropping his groceries in the mud to run to her. Even as she insisted she was fine, he'd ushered her into the cabin, forcing her to sit before he went back out to grab the food he'd bought.

Her face had gone funny when he began grouchily unloading chicken, rice, broth, veggies, and herbs. When he (somewhat defensively) asked what the hell she was staring at, she'd haltingly asked if he'd bought all of that for her. Exasperated, he'd told her of course he had, she'd had him worried sick.

The groceries had been abandoned when she burst into tears.

It had taken several minutes of heart-wrenching sobs on Juvia's part and coaxing on Gray's for the conversation to actually begin.

During their ugly fight in his apartment, she'd exploded.

Here, in the lonely home they'd once shared, she imploded.

While the groceries thawed and dripped on the kitchen counter, Juvia sobbed the whole, messy, painful truth into his chest. She told him everything. She told him how, deep down, she'd always known she wasn't worthy of having her love reciprocated by him. It had been true from the moment they'd met, when she'd been part of Phantom Lord, but remained true no matter how long she'd been at Fairy Tail. That was how she'd put it: "I always knew I wasn't worthy of Gray-sama's love." Not only because of her past, but because of how annoying she was. How gloomy. How creepy and obnoxious.

Gray hadn't even had time to express his horror at the fact she thought those things before she'd been plowing on, her tears only getting thicker and her words only making his heart sink lower.

She said knowing she didn't deserve his love had turned to knowing she didn't deserve to love him at all, when she'd killed Keyes to free Gray's father from his undead life. But even though "Gray-sama had been wonderful enough to forgive Juvia," she'd continued to hate herself, deep down.

She told him that sharing a life in the cabin they were currently in had, for her, been the sweetest kind of torture. That she'd never been so happy—and never felt more undeserving. For the first time, she told him that she'd only had one lover before Gray, some piece of shit named "Bora" who'd never cared about her or her pleasure. Gray had been nothing like him, attentive, caring, and as invested in her pleasure as he was in his own. At first, feeling so cared for had been as overwhelming as it was amazing, but by the time Gray started to pull away from her for his mission, the overwhelmed feelings had slowly begun to fade, letting her forget everything but the happiness she felt with him.

Juvia told him that the day he abandoned her to infiltrate Avatar, everything which she'd started to believe could feel right began to feel wrong, and everything which had felt wrong began to feel right. She'd never felt she deserved to be loved by Gray the way she loved him. Being left by him had, in a horrible way, made her feel like the world was how it was supposed to be.

But it had also ripped her apart.

It had destroyed any confidence she'd begun to gain in herself.

She told him that she resented being abandoned. Resented not being told about his mission to infiltrate a Dark Guild, not just because of their relationship, but because she had once been in a Dark Guild, and could potentially have helped his and Erza's Mission. She'd not only felt betrayed on a personal level, but disrespected as a Mage with no small amount of skill and experience.

It was a side to the issue which he had, shameflly, never considered.

He was mortified when she'd finally let herself chastise him for this—especially when he'd tried to defend himself by bringing up details of his mission only to be instantly struck down and ripped apart by someone who was, in fact, very obviously more knowledgeable about the inner workings of Dark Guilds than either he or Erza ever had been. Hell, Juvia could probably have run the mission almost as well as Jellal had.

For the first time, he saw just how beneficial it would have been to have her on board, despite Erza urging him not to get her involved. He should've gone against her orders, asked forgiveness instead of permission. Over the course of that one conversation, it was clear that having her on board would have shortened the length of their mission by probably several months.

But worse than the benefits they'd missed out on, in infiltrating Avatar, worse than the fact that she resented him, was her admission that she hated herself for that resentment.

She'd apologized. So many times. Too many times to count. Each apology was another crack in Gray's heart. He'd tried to ask her to stop, but they'd just kept slipping out anyway. It was like she couldn't help it.

She'd told him that over time, as she got to know the other women in Fairy Tail—Lucy, Cana, and Levy—she'd realized just how unworthy she was of the care Gray held for even just his friends. She just hadn't been forced to confront her own lacking sense of self-worth...until he openly reciprocated her feelings.

She said that the second he confessed, part of her felt wrong. Like she'd donned someone else's skin—someone who was worth being loved by Gray. Her guilt, her knowledge that she wasn't worthy of him, her bitterness, her self-hatred...all of it had come rushing to the surface.

She told him that, as unworthy as she'd felt, she'd been too selfish to reject him. Too angry at the thought of him being with someone else. Her own selfishness made her feel even worse than before. She'd been determined to be worthy of him, and so she had sought to pay every ounce of love he gave her three times over. At least.

It hadn't made her feel any better. No matter how hard she tried to be sure to pay him back, every time Gray took her on a date or made love to her, it made her skin crawl, because she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve his love, his affection, or even his attention. He deserved better, and she was nowhere close to deserving him. She never would be.

If there had been even one last, single sliver of a doubt as to how he felt about this woman, it died then and there. Nothing—not his own guilt, being screamed at, or being broken up with—nothing could hurt worse than being made aware of what a hard time she was having. Learning just how badly she'd been dissociating during all their most precious moments. How much pain she was in. How little she thought of herself. How deep her scars ran.

He'd have given anything to take her pain away. He'd have given anything to change it. Right then, he couldn't think of a single thing he wouldn't have done to make her see herself as he saw her: the energetic, caring, fierce Mage he'd come to know. The woman who always eclipsed everything else for just a second, the first time he saw her every day.

He'd wanted to tell her all that, and more. He wanted to apologize. He'd wanted to tell her how badly he missed her after he'd left her here, that this place had been home for him, too. He'd wanted to tell her how much she meant to him, that no day without her smile even felt real, but his voice had been stuck behind a lump of misery and all he'd been able to do, for a very long time, was lay in their bed and hold her while she cried the rest of it out. He wasn't too ashamed to admit he lost a couple tears in her hair, too.

Over the twilight of time it had taken for her sobs to turn hoarse, then to whimpers, then sniffles, guilt, emotional exhaustion, an anguish washed over Gray in their turn.

Until finally, he hardened all of those feelings into resolve.

"I'm really thankful that you're here. For always being beside me..."

Those were the words Gray had said to her before Alvarez, and he'd meant them. For years, Juvia had done nothing but be there for him. Even when he didn't want her there, she stayed right next to him, quietly piecing together his heart and his trust. It killed him that the woman who'd confronted him with her love, made him face down his own weakness, always thought of him, and helped him so much more than he could ever truly thank her for had been hiding so much of her own pain. He wished she would have told him any of this all the times he'd pushed and asked.

But he couldn't blame her for that. Maybe she hadn't opened up to him before then, but her mentions of her days in Phantom and of that shithead ex of hers had driven home, with stark clarity, a realization he wished he'd made a lot sooner: Juvia didn't know how to open up like Gray had tried to demand, because she hadn't grown up somewhere like Fairy Tail.

Unlike Gray and Natsu and the others, she hadn't been taught to bare her pain, hadn't always known there would be someone to listen to her, cry with her, be on her side. While Gray had been fought, teased, and accepted for exactly who he was (more often his whole self than not) Juvia had been abandoned by every single person in her life except Gajeel and those who'd wanted to use her for their own ends. Gray abandoning her had only confirmed what she'd been taught was inevitable.

But the Ice Mage wouldn't linger on that. He wouldn't give any more time to despair.

It was his turn now, he realized. His turn to stay beside her even when it was hard, and do the work. Now, he just had to figure out how. But while he'd been trying to do that, had been gathering his words, Juvia had recovered enough to speak once more.

She'd apologized again. She'd told him that she knew this was too much, that all of this was too much...that she was too much. For the times they'd shared, she thanked him quietly, eyes bright with yet more tears and refusing to meet his as she continued that she'd had to let Gray go because she wanted him to be happy, and she'd finally, finally realized she could never do that for him, not really. Then she'd tried to push him away, and as Gray had tightened his grip, he'd realized he didn't need to figure out what to do, what to say, or how to love her.

She'd been showing him all along.

After a deep breath, the words had come low, and easier than he'd thought. He told her she was right, all of this was a lot...but also that he was so, so happy she'd finally told him what was really going on. He'd been as gentle as possible when he told her he could see how difficult and scary it had been for her to open up about all this and that he was proud of how brave she'd been for doing so, but she'd started crying again anyway, so he'd had to carry on with a shakier, hoarser voice.

He'd apologized. For everything. For not taking her feelings seriously for so long, for not seeing her when she needed to be seen, for leaving her behind and hurting her so badly she'd gotten sick. He hadn't been dismissing her abilities as a Mage so much as he'd been trying to protect her, but that was no excuse. "High-handed and cruel" was a generous way to describe his behavior, and he finally saw that. He'd told her that if he could take it back, he would. But he couldn't. He could only promise to never, ever leave her like that again, and he was more than ready to make that promise. He had been for a long time, since well into the 1oo Years Quest. If she'd only give him another chance, he'd show her.

At this point, Juvia had obviously started to twig that this conversation wasn't going to go how she planned, with Gray accepting she was too burdensome and unworthy for him and leaving her alone like everyone else had left her, because she'd started kicking up a fuss, forcing him to hold her there again.

"Let Juvia go, Gray-sama!" she'd demanded shakily, sounding like she was barely clinging to her determination. But Gray had refused. He refused to let her go like this, not until she'd heard him out.

As brief as the ensuing argument had been, it was also one of the most frustrating conversations Gray had ever taken part in (and he'd fought Natsu on basically every cock-and-bull-ass plan he'd ever come up with.)

He'd tried desperately to insist that while Juvia could be creepy and he did find rain somewhat gloomy, she was not worthless or annoying or obnoxious. He'd tried to tell her that she did make him happy. He'd tried to tell her how he felt about her.

Juvia had not responded well.

A wall had slammed up in her eyes, the same blank one he'd met on that fateful, rainy day so long ago. As she'd kept denying, and he'd kept pushing, their voices had gotten louder. Eventually, Gray had realized it was raining outside the window next to their bed again, and that was the one thing that had forced him to take a step back from his own frustration. Lucky, because if he hadn't, he might have flown off the handle and ruined everything all over again.

Looking down at her, he'd forced himself to cool off and realized he was being unfair; he was asking her to take an entire journey in one leap, to unlearn a lifetime's-worth of lessons about her own worthlessness over the course of a single conversation. No one could do that. It was an unreasonable thing to ask.

And so, when he'd finally gathered his wits and perspective enough, he'd said, "You don't have to agree with me. You don't have to agree with my feelings for you. But you have to believe that they're real...and you have to at least consider my side."

Juvia's eyes had gone wide. As they regained their sparkle, he'd refused to break eye contact. Slowly, the rain had stopped, leaving them in the silent hut.

After what felt like years, she'd shakily whispered, "O-okay."

And Gray had known that they were finally, finally getting somewhere.

Quietly and slowly, with their hands intertwined between their chests and their foreheads pressed together, they'd pieced together a fragile plan. They would stay together and be as they had been, but from now on, they were both going to make a concerted effort to be honest and rebuild trust. Gray started by admitting that missing out on Quests with his team had really started to bum him out, and while this seemed to sadden Juvia at first, she admitted after some thought that in being with Gray, she hadn't been nurturing her own friendships with her friends like Gajeel and Meredy. Lucy had also asked for help training her in Water Magic, and Juvia had declined so far even though she was interested in having someone to teach.

Gray had encouraged all of this...and he'd encouraged her to visit Porlyusica, too, when they got home. The old lady was hardly a Mental Healer, but she'd hopefully be able to help them find someone who was, someone objective and removed from the situation who Juvia could talk to openly. One thing which had sunk in fully for Gray over the course of Juvia's heartrending speech was that it was going to take a lot of time, work, and love to get Juvia to a better place. There was no way the two of them could do it alone.

They'd talked and planned until their voices were hoarse...and then they'd not talked for even longer. Juvia once again dropped the "-sama." She let him come to her. She didn't just surrender herself to him the way she had when they had each other before in their cabin, she'd given him even more—in his arms, she'd bared a small and precious part of herself Gray had never even realized she hid from him.

Over the course of the month they spent in that cabin, he'd cherished everything she gave him more than most men could've in twice the amount of time. How they'd managed to deal with that Dark Guild months and months ahead of schedule, he would never understand, because his head had never been less in the game. Neither of them had been able keep their hands off each other for more than an hour when they were alone together.

Neither had been particularly disappointed when that crotchety old landlord refused to give them back any part of their months' rent. Instead, they'd stayed till June was up breaking the place in thoroughly.

"It's payback for him being a jackass to you!" Gray had once playfully defended against her neck, pinning her against the kitchen counter and grinning as she gigglingly scolded him.

He only prayed no one ever took a UV Lacrima to the inside of that place. They'd go blind. He'd taken her on the couch, over it, against the walls, on the counters and tables, and in more positions than he'd previously known existed in that bed. When they returned home, a bunch of people had pointed out that they both looked like they'd lost weight. Gray didn't doubt it, after all the—

"...seriously, none of you know what it's like, every time we travel...OI, STRIPPER, YOU MAYBE WANNA QUIT EYE-FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHEN WE'RE IN PUBLIC, YOU GODDAMN PERVERT?!"

The absolute last voice Gray wanted to hear when he was thinking about such great, intimate things yanked him out of his reflections in the most unpleasant of ways. An expression crossed between a scowl and a grimace consumed his features.

"Gray-sama!?" Juvia spluttered, craning her neck to peer at them over her shoulder with wide eyes. She looked half-scolding, half...affected as her cheeks went rose red.

Gray felt his own face grow hot as he turned to glare furiously at the pink-haired, disgusted-and-disgusting-looking bane of his existence.

"Would you keep your voice down, Dragon Boy?! I was not 'eye-fucking' Juvia!" His cheeks burned hotter as an elderly woman passing by shot him a deeply disapproving look.

"The hell you weren't!" Natsu snapped, drawing even more attention. "I could see all your gross, perverted thoughts right there in those droopy eyes of yours!"

"ARGH! So what?!" Gray just wanted this fight to be over, and figured that sort of admitting to what he'd been doing was the quickest way to make that happen. "Can't a guy even look at his girlfriend without pink-haired, flame-brained losers getting involved?!"

"THE HELL YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

"OH, SO YOU'RE DEAF AS WELL AS BRAINLESS, NOW?!"

"THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD IT! YOU'RE DEAD, YOU ICY BAS—"

"That's enough."

Uncharacteristically subdued and uninvolved though Erza's command was, it was enough to have both Natsu and Gray cringing and sweating in fear almost instantly.

"A-aye!" they squeaked, then sighed in relief as she shot them one last glare and clanked away.

"Ah, it always goes this way." Happy folded his little blue sausage arms over his chest and tsked. "If only Gray had kept his perverted eyes on himself, we wouldn't even be talking about this."

"And just how the heck is one supposed to 'keep their eyes on themselves', huh?" Gray growled up at the floating Exceed.

"By not being you, apparently!" he cackled back, Natsu soon joining him in his obnoxious guffawing.

"Why, you—! Get back here, you little shit!" Gray made a random grab at the little creep only to curse as he missed his tail by about a centimeter.

Meanwhile, Juvia clasped her still-red cheeks with her hands and donned an all-too-familiar, starry-eyed expression. "Juvia does not mind at all if Gray-sama...covets Juvia in public! How Juvia adores Gray-sama's passion!"

Gray flinched as if he'd been whipped in the back. In a second flat, he was blushing again. "O-oi, Juvia—!" he started, scrambling to find a way to get her to calm down before she came onto him in public.

(Again.)

"However," she continued before he figured out how to distract her, turning to look at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "If Gray-sama is going to covet Juvia on a public street, Juvia thinks he should at least wear clothes."

"Wha—?! CRAP!" Gray shouted as soon as he realized he'd stripped down to his boxers. "When did that happen!?"

Juvia wrinkled her nose cutely and giggled while he scrambled for his clothes. When he was finally yanking his jacket on, he shot her a playful glare only for his lips to quirk when she winked and sauntered after Erza.

That little...she'll get it later, he thought with a huff before shoving his hands in his pockets and strolling after her. He was well aware that he was full-on grinning, now, and didn't care in the slightest.

Little interactions like that...those were the fruits of all the hard work they—especially Juvia—had done when they got back from that S-Class mission. Gray had been prepared for it to be grueling and difficult, to fight. "Relationships take work" was a piece of advice he'd heard plenty, since he started asking for advice about how to love Juvia.

But what he'd never expected to find was that, while it was hard sometimes, it was work he was all too willing and capable of doing, because it was for her. For them. And what no one had told him was that, while loving someone meant their pain became yours, it also meant that their triumphs became yours, too.

Some days had been worse than others. Even though she'd been talking to a friend of Porlyusica's and made an impressive effort to spend more times with her friends, there were moments where Gray had felt like Juvia was back at square one. But he'd been there beside her, encouraging her every step of the way while she healed, learned that he wouldn't leave her again, learned that she was worth all of it. And slowly but surely, she'd healed.

That was what no one had told him: that every time she huffed at him to do his own laundry, teased him, sassed him into taking her on a real date, and even turned him down for sex, that he would feel such a huge rush of pride and triumph.

It was true that the road had been hard, but Gray had walked it with Juvia, and that had made every step worth it.

o(O)o

AN: Ah, sorry I don't have the time to edit this now and make it more cohesive! Also that I can't publish my next chapter of Chasing Tails just yet! I definitely, definitely will come back to edit this piece one day and make it better after I've done that. In the meantime, Happy Belated Gruvia Day!

P.S.: Fun Fact! I named this partly after one of my all-time favorite fics from a completely different fandom. The Hard Road by wthtonibelle, a Kacchako fic (from the My Hero Academia fandom) which is written in a similar way and has similar themes, only it's longer and better lol. check it out if you're so inclined!

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