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agent-cupcake · 2 years

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Beachy Keen

Pairing: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x f!reader

Warnings: explicit smut

Tags: established relationship, semi-public sex, rough sex, porn without plot, modern setting, romance

Notes: I don't even like Dimitri's beach design but I cannot express with words the depth of my love for him so I got a little excitable and this came out. It is significantly more wholesome than anything I've written in the past, like, year. But you know how it is. Here is the smutty beach episode with our beloved, enjoy <3

Word Count: 3.9k

Sun lotion and salty ocean water had dried in a thin crust over your body, latticed with fresh sweat trickling down your neck and chest, tickling the indent of your spine. You nearly stumbled when Dimitri bullied you into the changing stall, your bare feet slapping noisily on wet, gritty concrete. Despite the hot overexposure of an afternoon sun, the inside of the little stall was dusky red and muffled, bright summer air condensed from a harsh blaze to a heavy, intimate heat. Wood rattled unhappily when Dimitri threw the stall door closed behind him. Closed off from the outside world, the roar of waves crashing became distant and dull, the faint chiming of pipe organ crackling out from an ice cream truck’s speakers dreamy in its softness. Bugs chattered noisily, oppressive in the open air, but even their voices were reduced to a mere buzz, as if filtered through layers and layers of wool. You could hear the thump of your own heartbeat going wild in your chest.

Dimitri didn’t bother with the light, but enough sunshine slanted in through the slits between boards for you to see his stormy expression. A dangerous look, especially considering how alone and isolated you were now. It was like being in a different world, just the two of you. All you could smell was coconut lime verbena, the musty rot of old wood, wet concrete, and humid sea air. And him. Sweat, musk, aerosol zinc oxide sunscreen.

He pushed you against the wall a little too hard. The aged, spongy wood creaked and scraped roughly against your bare shoulders. You groaned, a sound that dissipated into a breathy giggle as you threw your head back to smile at him. You were a little tipsy, inebriated not only from fruity wine but with affection and lust and his mere proximity. The feelings blew up like a balloon in your chest, almost too much to handle. So you laughed, delighted.

“You must be quiet,” Dimitri said sternly. As if nobody knew what the two of you were doing when he suddenly quit the game of beach volleyball he’d been playing with Sylvain, Ingrid, and Felix and grabbed you by the wrist, all but dragging you away to the relative privacy of the changing stall.

Well, ‘quit’ was a light way to put it. The game came to an abrupt end when Dimitri popped the volleyball, which surely had nothing to do with the recent disappearance of your sheer swimsuit coverup dress and the revelation of your new bikini. Not exactly the reaction you expected—you had a whole day of teasing planned—but you couldn’t say you were too disappointed in the turn of events either.

All you could do was giggle, running your hands through his sweaty, salt stiffened hair to pull him closer. His bare chest practically radiated heat when you pressed your nearly bare torso against him, as hot as the pale white sand outside.

“You are…” Dimitri exhaled sharply, shaking his head. But he did kiss you. He tasted like salt and blue Gatorade, it mixed with the sweet pink sangria that lingered on your tongue, liquor that danced through your veins, that loosened your movements and gave you confidence.

Trying to tease him into reacting had been a little low, all things considered. Not that you regretted it. Not when he was kissing you like this, uncaring of how messy and sloppy it sounded, forgetting to hold himself back and be careful with his strength. And you could feel how ready Dimitri was through the swim trunks you had cajoled him into buying. Wanting more, your hands dropped to get the offending fabric out of the way.

“Do you think,” Dimitri said, grabbing your wrists to keep you from touching him, “I don’t know what you’re up to?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” you said innocently, fluttering your eyelashes at him for good measure. Dimitri’s pink lips flattened into a line, those serious eyebrows of his furrowing. There wasn’t enough light to see the blue of his irises, just dark. You pouted, tugging against his grip. “Come on, Dimi…” you said in a half serious whine that you hoped, in combination with using the nickname, would make him give in.

No such luck.

“You have been toying with me,” he accused.

“I haven’t done anything,” you said, delivering the denial with a perfectly straight, innocent face.

Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, his disbelief made obvious. “I suppose it was coincidence that you chose to wear this?” he asked, nodding at your swimsuit.

“It’s new,” you told him sweetly, unable to stop yourself from grinning at the little victory. “Do you like it?”

His throat worked as he swallowed, scanning you slowly, hungrily. The grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly before he forced himself to relax. Just that was enough to make you squirm, your toes curling into the cold, gritty concrete because the ego boost was nice but not at all what you wanted.

“Surely it can’t be comfortable,” Dimitri muttered, slipping into a slightly more formal tone to compensate for his lapse in control. “I cannot fathom how you would swim wearing so little. A single wave would carry that top away with it.”

“I wasn’t going to swim,” you said. “I was there to cheer you on. It looked like you were winning too. At least, before you-”

His jaw ticked at the reminder, so you didn’t continue, letting your head fall back against the wall to give him another smile. Dimitri met your eyes a moment before shaking his head in frustration, licking his lips and exhaling harshly. It was as if you could see his control faltering.

“Are you upset with me?” you asked as sweetly as you could manage. That seemed to catch him off guard, if only for a moment. As soon as he saw your unrepentant, smug smile, his expression darkened.

“Insatiable siren,” Dimitri muttered, practically cursed. His tone was low and rough, which didn’t help the not-enough pressure of pressing your thighs together. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?”

Yes, and no. What you wanted was for him to fuck you stupid and lead you back to the beach by the hand giggling and shaky, you wanted him to leave you covered in bruises that would force you to put on the sheer coverup dress you’d brought. You wanted him to mark you as his so there was no mistaking that, no matter who admired his drool-worthy physique, you belonged to him. Maybe it was a little insecure of you, but it was hard not to feel that way sometimes. Dimitri was dorky, and he could be incredibly awkward and obtuse, but he was gorgeous. Besides, those other things only made it that much more fun to tease him.

“I dunno,” you said, pressing yourself against him as much as you could in the limited space. Dimitri grunted at the sensation, mindlessly grinding his clothed erection against you before he caught himself. You huffed unhappily, fighting to get your hands back again to no avail. “You’re the one who dragged me in here.”

Dimitri opened his mouth to object to that, only to shut it again.

“But,” you continued, trying to give him an out before he could talk himself out of this, “if there’s something you want to do, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Is that a fact?” Dimitri asked, giving you a long suffering look that did not at all match the way he was still practically pinning you against the wall, holding your wrists tight. “You are…” Dimitri didn’t finish that thought, shaking his head again. “I am not completely clueless, I know that you have been doing your utmost to tempt me. Considering your reaction, it’s safe to assume that this was your goal all along. If I give you what you want now, it will only reward this type of behavior.”

“So punish me instead,” you told him, giggling at the idea of your sweet, upstanding husband doing something like that. Rather than laugh it off, or react in the would-be stern way that you would have expected normally, Dimitri’s jaw set, his eyebrows knitting. It was a look of determination, the one he made when he’d come to a decision on something.

Releasing your wrists, he pushed down his swim trunks to free his erection. Finally. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to tease him a little as payback, but Dimitri had a different plan. It was almost alarming how easily he snapped the elastic fabric of your bikini bottoms, letting the scraps fall at your feet. “He-ey, what-” You cut yourself off with a harsh gasp, throwing your arms around his shoulders in panic when he grabbed you by the back of your thighs to push you against the wall, effectively wedging you in place so he could use his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. You squealed when he pushed his cock into you all in one go, a sound he muffled with a big hand pressed tight over your mouth. With the way his body pressed against you, it was almost more than you could do to breathe. It was too much for all at once—too much being the understatement of the year—but even with the pinching sting, you couldn’t help but moan into the muffling cup of his palm, your pussy squeezing his cock desperately as he rolled his hips to help you sink down and take the final inch or two.

“I told you to be quiet,” Dimitri scolded, although his harsh breathing gave away his lack of composure. You blinked your eyes open, unaware of when you had closed them. When they focused on his, they narrowed. That was the only way you had to respond to that quip, his hand muffled your attempt to tell him that it was his fault for surprising you like that and that it was too much and how you-

The first thrust was shallow considering the position, and the wood plank wall scraped up your back, but even the slight rocking of his hips was enough to render you wordlessly scrambling at his back to steady yourself, letting out another half-pained moan muffled by his hand. Dimitri grunted, adjusting his stance. You were a dutiful admirer of his strength in general, but right then it was almost dizzying how easily he could manhandle you into such a disadvantageous position.

“I’m going to move my hand,” he said. “Will you keep your voice down?”

You considered objecting for the sake of principle, but every time he moved even a little you could feel it, feel the way he shifted inside of you. And you wanted more. When it came to Dimitri, you always wanted more. So you just nodded, hoping he could see the need in your eyes, hoping he would have some mercy.

Dimitri’s hand moved, as promised. He used it to help keep your other leg hiked up around his waist, experimentally thrusting again now that your weight was balanced better. You weren’t really prepared, but your body was all too eager to relent to his no matter what the circumstance. You bit your lip to choke back the sound you wanted to let out, although you failed to see why it was necessary when the wood creaked so obviously, when anyone close enough would be able to hear the lewd slick sounds that really could only allude to one thing.

“You could have warned me,” you said, although any bite you intended to give the words was ruined by the raw, shuddering lust in your voice.

“I could say the same of you,” Dimitri said, his voice strained. “I had no idea you even owned swimwear so revealing.”

“I told you, it’s new,” you said, the last word distorted by another bitten back moan as his hips snapped against yours, pulling another unhappy creak from the wood behind you. He went so deep it was almost painful, always on the very edge of hurting. But that constant threat of pain felt so good, had your pussy tightening around his cock, his way eased by a fresh wave of slick arousal. “I didn’t th-ink it was a big deal.”

Dimitri just grunted, no longer interested in talking as he began to fuck you outright. You expected him to at least pretend to take it slow and be considerate at first, but he didn't. It wasn't long before he was practically rutting into you, the little stall filled with the sounds of slick skin slapping and the wet squish of each thrust. He fucked you without much concern given to holding himself back or keeping quiet. Just using you, forcing you to hold onto his shoulders tightly, to keep your thighs clamped tight around his waist, giving you no other option than to just take it. Although you had been mostly joking earlier, this was punishing.

“Dimi-tri…” you got out, his name stuttered between thrusts, broken up by your breathless voice. “Too…. too much. I ca-ah-n’t…”

He didn’t respond or slow down, although you didn’t miss his smug little smile. Revenge. You should have known. You whined when he ducked his head to press his lips against your neck. Gently at first, his lips and tongue almost cold against your feverish skin. The first scrape of his teeth made you jolt, your fingers curling into claws to drag across his back. Dimitri groaned, low and lewd and so unimaginably sexy. When he bit you, your hips jumped against his, lending that much more violence to the thrust.

Whenever he hit that spongy spot inside of you, it recklessly pushed you closer and closer to the edge, stabbing stars behind your eyes with the intensity. Pleasure grew and tightened within your core insistently, helplessly. Every ridge, every vein, your cunt was so hypersensitive to the way his cock dragged against your inner walls that it was more than you could bear. Too much, absolute excess, overstimulation. He had you well trained at this point, or maybe the opposite. He knew exactly how to exploit your weaknesses, what you liked the most.

Dimitri’s teeth dug into your neck and that was all you could take. Between the pleasurable drag of his cock with each too-rough thrust, the way he ground himself against you to ensure you were taking him all the way, and the teeth digging little imprints into your skin, you came undone completely. Tears pricked in your eyes, your mouth falling open. He moaned again at the marks you were carving into his back with your nails, sucked hard on the bite he'd left all the while continuing to relentlessly fuck you into the wall. Wood creaking, scraping your skin. Heat pressing from the outside, exploding through your body, each time Dimitri drove his cock into you it was a fresh lick of fire through your body, an overstimulating mess of pleasure and need and heat and you couldn’t breathe or think or do anything other than hold on as the snapped tension began to bleed out into a more manageable glow, a warmth.

You giggled as the high faded, hiccuped on the sound as it became an incredibly slutty moan, and writhed against him at the new sense of oversensitive discomfort because he wasn't doing anything to give you a break. On the contrary, Dimitri’s fingers dug even harder into the soft give of your thighs, his mouth moving down to leave another mark on your neck where your swimsuits and dresses wouldn't cover. It surprised you when his hands moved further up, squeezing your ass instead, forcing your pelvis to tilt and meet each snap of his hips. You’d probably have hand shaped bruises on your ass as well, considering how aggressively he was groping you.

“Dimitri,” you whined, tugging on his hair. You didn’t think you could come again so soon but your body tensed in preparation for the new coil of pleasure growing taut in your core, responding in kind to the fact that you knew he was close. He barely pulled out before thrusting back into you, your arousal coating his cock, dripping down his balls. Everything was wet and filthy and heady and heavy and there was an animal sense within you that was only more excited because of it. Your back arched, trying to take him deeper, trying to get more. Always more. "Dimi..."

Dimitri made a sound that came out eerily similar to a growl and reached up to snap the center strap of your bikini top, letting the skimpy garment part and fall to either side, exposing your chest. Your objection was silenced by Dimitri’s enthusiasm as he picked up the pace, pounding into you and watching the way your tits bounced with every rough thrust, his dark eyes crawling up to the red marks he’d left on your neck, to your gasping lips and half lidded gaze. He kept pulling you onto his cock to meet him halfway, manipulating your body easily, senselessly. Relentlessly.

But, no matter how rough he was, Dimitri was a romantic. He kissed you when he came, artlessly pressing his mouth against yours as his thrusts became uneven and stuttered, making sure to bury himself as deep into your cunt as possible with each shallow thrust as he came. It was a desperate, clumsy kiss and you could feel his affection, all of the things he hadn’t expressed before. He wasn’t quiet, but most of his moans were muffled by you. You weren’t very quiet either, really, holding onto him tightly and kissing back with everything you had.

Dimitri didn’t pull out right away, nor did he let you down. Rather, he let his sweaty, hot forehead fall against yours for a few moments, the two of you breathing harshly in the muffled, dark space. When he pulled his face away, you expected him to put you on your feet. But he didn’t.

“Stay,” Dimitri told you instead, meeting your eyes and squeezing your left thigh with emphasis. You almost asked what he meant, but you understood perfectly well when he stopped holding your thigh in place so his hand could drop between your sweaty bodies. There wasn’t much room and the angle was awkward, but Dimitri had no difficulty finding your swollen, sensitive clit. As soon as you realized what he intended, your body drew inward, half afraid of the new pleasure and half needing it desperately.

“Oh,” you gasped. With him still buried inside of you, his body keeping you helplessly pinned, there was nowhere you could go to escape his touch. “You don't... I already-”

“I told you to be quiet,” Dimitri told you, his voice low, rumbling in his chest.

“It’s too-too much,” you whined.

“Good.”

You squinted at him through teary eyes, surprised by the cruelty of that answer. Dimitri looked determined, focused. Proving a point. You whimpered, your cunt squeezing around him which couldn’t have been entirely comfortable when he was still sensitive, but even though he winced, Dimitri didn’t falter as he began to rub tight, dirty circles over your clit. You hadn’t realized how close you were again, but now it jumped at you in full force, your entire body trembling with the growing tide of pleasure.

Panic was there as well, and this squirmy sense of discomfort at the helplessness of it all. But it was better to allow it to happen, to focus on the pleasure and embrace it rather than dragging this out. Dimitri was stubborn, he would make you come one way or another if that’s what he wanted, it was only a matter of how much you could withstand before that point.

Your head dropped back again, your mouth falling open slightly. Not with a giggle, this time, just helpless pleasure. You gasped and shook and whimpered through your orgasm, your body jerking against his. Dimitri was half hard. Still? Again? And that only made it more intense because he wasn’t fucking you, but you could feel the pressure of him inside of you, the odd friction as your inner walls spasmed and tightened around him. And the pressure on your clit, those higher notes of pleasure that sparkled bright when you shuddered apart, made it complete.

Dimitri completed you.

You barely had to slur out a "stop," before his hand drew away, leaving you breathless and wrung out. His hips surged against you with one last frantic thrust that made you mewl before he pulled out.

Coming down from the high of pleasure was more like a crash, reality hitting harder now that the haze of lust had well and truly been done away with. The wood creaked again when he helped to lower you to the floor. Your legs shook unsteadily, you had to lean against the wall for support. The ache inside of you was only partially from being sore, you also felt uncomfortably empty. Dimitri’s cum dripped out of your sore pussy, mixing with your own arousal and coating your thighs. You looked dejectedly at the bikini bottoms that had fallen to the floor. Even if he hadn’t snapped them to nothing more than scraps, it wouldn’t have been enough to hide the evidence. You needed a towel. And a robe. And a shower.

Dimitri cleared his throat, pulling his own swimsuit back into place. “Are you okay?” he asked stiffly, nervously.

“Just a little…” you slid to the floor. The concrete was cold and the sand was uncomfortably gritty against your bare ass, but you were too dizzy to stay on your feet. Dimitri thought for a moment before sitting down beside you.

“I apologize if I hurt you," he said, and you knew he meant it even though you had told him a million times how much you liked it when he was rough. He hesitated before adding, "I did warn you that there would be consequences if you continued to tease me.”

You looked at Dimitri, appraising him in the thick red hazy dark. There really wasn’t enough room for his long legs in the small space, he had to bend them awkwardly. You pressed a hand to your face, giggling. You didn’t know why, only that this was all extremely funny. Terrible because the both of you looked disastrously fucked, but it was funny.

“I don’t think you did, actually,” you said, adjusting yourself to get between his legs and lean against Dimitri instead, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. The both of you were hot and covered with sweat and salty sea air and greasy with sunscreen but he accepted you into his arms easily, wrapping them around you.

“Oh, well,” Dimitri paused, absently running his hand over the top of your hair. “Consider this... a warning. I don’t appreciate being toyed with. Especially not when your devious schemes include allowing Sylvain of all people to see you in such a state of undress.”

“I’m about to go out there naked,” you told him with a sigh. “Someone tore my swimsuit.”

"Ah, right..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I promise to buy you another,” Dimitri told you. “In any case, I owe Ingrid a new volleyball.”

You giggled at the reminder, holding onto him a little tighter.

“You would find that amusing,” Dimitri said, feigning exasperation. “How in the world did I end up married to such an unscrupulous woman?”

“Because you love me,” you said sweetly, leaning back to flutter your eyelashes at him.

Dimitri sighed, but he was unable to hide his fond smile as he touched your cheek, the softness of his eyes easy to see even in the dim light. “I suppose there is that.”

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fe-fictions · 10 months

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Could I please request a Seteth fic where he has to choose between saving Flayn or saving Byleth?

(This one was so much fun to re-write!! I miss the dragon family so much ;;; A ;;; I really need to write for them more often!)

In the heat of battle, it was imperative to make difficult decisions in a split second. There is little time for hesitation. So when you are in love with someone who must fight alongside you, the threat of having to choose between them is a threat that is real and always looming in every battle.

Seteth was faced with an equally impossible task; to make that decision should something happen to his lover, Byleth, or his daughter, Flayn.

He had prayed every night on that campaign that such a decision would never have to be made.

But eventually, unfortunately, it did. And it was as though he were watching a nightmare unfold in slow motion.

His wyvern jolted suddenly, trained to listen for the sound of Flayn’s voice. He scanned the field for her, spotting the swathe of green curls flung about wildly as she struggled to fight. A small battalion had snaked their way into the backline, and were going after the suppors.

He all but yanked the beast around, driving himself toward while shouting commands to others that the healers were under attack.

He was about halfway there, when his eyes caught something in the corner of his peripheral.

The glint of a blade he was far too familiar with, and found himself following the blurry action. Your sword had nearly been struck from your hand- you were fighting a losing battle against one of the generals present in the fight. Seteth’s body seized, eyes wide when he realized the dire situation you were in.

There was blood all over you- and he knew that it wasn’t all the enemy’s. He could see the exhaustion in your desperate movements, how you were running on pure adrenaline alone.

You all were; but this…this was getting exceedingly serious.

His wyvern keaned beneath him, reminding him that Flayn still needed help.

That he was still the closest to reach their little troupe of healers. But that you were also in front of his eyes, fighting for your life. Support for the Archbishop was not nearly as close as it should have been.

They were being pushed back by the general’s pawns.

His blood turned to ice in his veins. The world went silent around hi, only the thundering of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

His eyes flicked from his place between his lover and his daughter. The Archbishop, and his child.

“Seteth, we need to discuss this sooner or later.”

“I know you speak the truth, but surely we can table it for another day-”

“No. We have to make this decision clear, here and now. I love ou, and I love Flayn. But if a situation should arise between the two of you, I know what decision you would have me make.”

Seteth’s eyes narrowed, pulling his wyvern’s reins and driving the beast into down the frantic path to rescue.

“I would never ask you to choose between the two of us.” He could hear the words over and over in his mind. He could remember the vivid displeasure in your expression.

“But should such a situation arise, you would have me choose Flayn over you, wouldn’t you?”

His knuckles went white, roaring towards the enemy.

“And Seteth…should you ever find yourself in a similar situation…I want you to choose her first, too.”

His axe ripped through the armored plates of the invaders, forcing them out of the backline. He could see bright green eyes, wide with confusion and relief.

“Byleth, you cannot ask me to make such a choice- if you were to be harmed, or worse, because I wasn’t there to- I-I could not live with myself.”

“If I’m honest with myself, dear…I couldn’t, either. But I am not your wife. And I am not your family…Flayn is. You’ve sacrificed so much to protect her and support her.” I would never dare ask you to prioritize my life over hers.”

“Byleth-”

“There will always be another Archbishop, Seteth.”

He remembered the sad smile clearly, as he reached down, grabbing his daughter up from the ground and protecting her from another blade.

He couldn’t look back when he heard the shrieks of panic, the cries that the Archbishop had been struck down. You were hurt.

“But there will never be another Flayn. And I know that if you were in my place…you would gladly have e choose to save her over you in an instant.”

Seteth’s rigid frame kept Flayn in place as she struggled against him.

“No- no, Father, we can’t-!! Go back!! Byleth’s hurt!! We have to go back!!”

You were right. There would always be another Archbishop.

“Please, she needs us!! We have to help her!! Please, Father!!”

But there was only one Byleth.

And he had just condemned you to death.

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When the battle finally ended, the campsite was grim. No one was feeling any sort of joy, despite the enemy having been routed.

Their fearless leader, the undefeated warrior, had been bested.

And the Archbishop was in critical condition. Seteth was inconsolable. No words of reassurance, no sympathies were to be spared for him. He turned them all away.

If they had time to worry about the Minister, then they had time to worry about the Archbishop, about the Church, about anything else more deserving of their time than he.

The man who let you all but fall to your death.

The only person who was welcomed into into his audience with a worthwhile conversation was Flayn.

The young woman who stormed into his office, furious with her father.

“How could you?”

He did not look up from his hands, folded tightly atop his desk.

“How could you let Byleth be hurt like that?? How could you prioritize me over the woman who is working to unite the entire continent?!”

Seteth’s grimace deepened. He could not provide her with a worthy answer.

“I…I saw where you were. I saw you freeze- I wanted you to come to me, I knew you were going to save me! But when I saw Byleth-- I realized why you’d hesitated at all. You were trying to help both of us, and then you chose me!!”

“Flayn-”

“But you chose me over Byleth!! A-and we both know that she’s not just the Archbishop to you. We both know very well that she’s you’re in love with her! And you still chose me over her?!”

“It is not so simple.” He sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. He did not realize how much his fingers were trembling, before. “I had to make this decision, because it was mutually agreed upon by both of us.”

“What?” She stared at him in utter disbelief. He nodded, carding a hand through his hair.

“We decided, a long time ago, that if there should ever be a scenario in which your life hung in the balance or one of ours did…we would both prioritize your safety.”

Her mouth fell open, but no words could escape. She stared at him, speechless, struggling to understand what he just said.

“Why…no, no…why?”

“Because you are my daughter.” He looked at her, finally, and what little resolve he could manage to find had met her gaze with a mountain of grief behind it. “And I swore to protect you, above all others. Byleth would do the very same for you, because she knows that my priority has been, and always ill be, the safety of my child.”

“But- but I’m not a child anymore. I’m an adult! I’m a fully capable being that doesn’t need you or Byleth to protect me!! Gods- gods, you had the Archbishop prioritize my life over hers?! I can’t believe that!”

“It’s true. And if I were the one in danger, Byleth would have made the same choice.”

“But- but that’s not- I know how much you care about her. I know that you love her, and that you want to be with her!! For once, can’t you prioritize your own feelings? Can’t you prioritize Byleth??”

“I…do Not know that I am worthy enough to make such a decision. But it matters not- I am a father, first and foremost. I will always put you first. I can only ask that you understand.”

Flayn exhaled sharply, her hands balled into fists. “I understand. But that doesn’t mean it’s right!! You have to prioritize yourself sometime. You have to prioritize Byleth. Especially if you love her. And if she comes out of this alive…you’d better tell her that.”

The word “if” echoed in his ears, reminding him just how serious this situation was. The pale color of your skin, the shallow breaths….the glimpse of your broken form he had seen was not just a hypothetical.

Seteth could actually lose you. That was what terrified him. He did not regret his decision. He could never regret protecting his daughter. But at the cost of not protecting you….it tore his heart into pieces.

A full day would pass before any word of your condition arrived. You had made it through the night, mercifully, and you were no longer in danger of death . They had patched you up successfully, and wrapped the wounds in such a way that they would not be reopened provided you remained in bed long enough to let them heal properly.

It would be six hours after that relieving update was provided that he was informed that you were awake.

Not only that, but you were asking for him, specifically.

He had never moved so quickly in his life. His legs carried him faster than his thoughts could form, all but sprinting to reach your side and ensure that he was with you after far too long apart.

It would give him the opportunity to apologize. To beg your forgiveness, to hope that you understood why he made the decisions that he did.

Eventually, he hoped you would find it in your heart to forgive his transgression against you. But if you did not…he could not find it in his heart to disagree. It would make sense, after all.

The prime minister was at the doors in no time, knocking tentatively on the old wood and hoping the healers would let you in.

Mercedes was the one who opened it to him, her expression cool but her smile at least marginally positive.

“She asked for you as soon as she woke up, Prime Minister.” She said softly, “If you’re of a mind, she would like to see you for at least a little while.”

“O-of course. I would not dare keep her waiting another moment. May I…may I see her alone?”

Mercedes glanced back, considering the state of her patient. “Very well. I can give you a little while, but she’ll need close monitoring over the next few days.”

“I understand. Thank you.” He stepped into the medical bay, taking a deep, shaking breath. It did little to steady his nerves, nor to keep the guilt from bubbling over.

But when he saw you lying there, staring out the windows and bound heavily with bandages…he was not certain if there was anything he could say.

You turned your head when the door was closed, finding Mercedes was gone and the dragon man stood in her place.

He didn’t know what to expect; he deserved to be shouted at, to be reprimanded for abandoning you, to see angry tears fall and a declaration that he had broken your heart, that you never wanted to see him again.

Instead, you smiled.

“Set…Seteth.” You raised your hand, either to beckon for him or to ask him to hold it. Either way, he was striding to the bed and kneeling down at your side within a single breath.

“Byleth-” He could barely choke your name out before the sorrow threatened to spill over.

He took your hand in both of his, squeezing your fragile fingers tightly. He stared at you, the worry and guilt written all over his face. It was impossible to miss, especially as the woman he loved.

“I’ll be okay.” You whispered, your gaze far too warm and loving given the state you were in.

Seteth swallowed thickly, his eyes running over your frame again and again.

“Are you in pain? Are you uncomfortable in any way?” He asked worriedly, searching for something to fix.

You shook your head, wiggling your fingers that he grasped so tight. “No…I’m not in any pain. Mercy…treated the most pressing wounds very well. And…and she gave me some healing tonic that’s quite strong….I feel more numb than anything else.”

“I-is it supposed to be numbing??” He asked, the alarm breaking through the guilt, “I’ll go and fetch her right away, I’m sure sh’es just outside the-”

“It’s supposed to.” You assured him, “It’s that or…the pain and discomfort you asked about.”

“Oh…I see. Very well.” He cleared his throat, steeling himself with a deep breath. “Then…aside from your physical state…how are you feeling?”

“You mean, how mad am I at you?” You corrected him jovially, though he did not seem to appreciate your humor.

“You have every right to be furious at me, Byleth. I let you be harmed. I did not protect you.” He sighed, looking down. It was far too difficult to meet your eyes. “You should be shouting at me, and I imagine you would be if you weren’t in such a sorry state. A position that I condemned you to, that day…I…I know my words hold little meaning in this situation, but I must apologize to you, profusely. I am so, so sorry that you were hurt.”

“Ou shouldn’t be apologizing.” You shook your head, trying to free your hand from his. When he realized you were trying to slip away, he quickly removed his hands, clasping them tightly in his lap. Of course you wouldn’t want to touch him.

At least, that’s what he thought. But then warm fingers brushed his cheek, cupping his face with a tenderness he could never deserve.

“You did the right thing.”

“I-”

“You swore to protect your daughter. We both agreed…to put Flayn first. How could I ever be upset with you for protecting your family?”

“I-I do not regret my decision to protect Flayn. I could never regret that. But I cannot help but feel that I have betrayed the woman I love, as well. That I abandoned you in that moment.”

“You didn’t abandon me.” You shook your head again, smiling softly, “You were keeping your daughter safe. And I will never hold that against you. I know you would not if I did the same.”

“I wouldn’t, no. But I’m also not the Archbishop of Fodlan. Your position holds great influence, and to see you wounded when I could have prevented it…the blow that the whole army took when you fell was severe.”

“It wasn’t their decision to make. We made it. It was ours, and ours alone. It may be callous to say this as the Archbishop, but…frankly, I don’t care what they think when it comes to those I love.”

“I cannot believe you still have the strength to say such things,” He laughed, though it was clipped and bitter, “I am not deserving of your love. You should want nothing to do with me after I risked your life.” It would be safer for you to cast me out.”

“But I won’t, because I love you. I will always love you. You and Flayn are like family to me. I’d do anything for both either of you. Even if it means sacrificing my life to protect you.”

Seteth did not register the tears down his cheek until you wiped at them, still cradling his face with your frail little hand.

He bowed his head, covering your hand with his.

"I do not deserve you. Nothing I have done in my life could ever make me worthy of you.” His voice trembled, turning his face to kiss your palm. “You are not like family to us, Byleth- you are our family. You are our world…And it is desperately important to me that you know that.”

“I do.” You whispered, all but beaming even in spite of your exhaustion. “I know, and I feel the very same way. So don’t ask forgiveness, Seteth- there’s nothing to forgive.”

He did not wholly agree with you on that point, though. He was quite certain that you were more than deserving of affection and attention from your family, and he didn’t consider himself worthy enough to be that to you, yet.

So instead he decided to shift his plans up, from waiting until the war was over, waiting until the continent was secure and rebuilt, to make you a fully fledged member of his family.

Instead he took Flayn’s advice; as soon as you were healed and back on your feet, he whisked you up to the north tower, and proposed to you on the spot.

A proposal you readily accepted (and naturally earned the cheers of your soon-to-be stepdaughter, who had snuck after her father when she saw the ring in his hand earlier that evening).

While it was an absolutely joyous moment, you did have to agree to Flayn’s demand that from now on, you and your husband must put yourselves first; protect one another above anyone else.

Otherwise, how else would she get a little sibling?

#seteth #byleth #fe 16 #fe three houses #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #seteleth #seteth x byleth #hurt and comfort #critical injury #critical injury angst #we love a protective seteth #it would be such a hard choice to make #but hey at least you get a proposal out of it LMAO

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onlylowercase · 2 years

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Linhardt starts telling everyone that Hubert and him are dating. [They are not]

#FE3H #FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOUSES #hubert von vestra #edelgard hresvelg #ferdinand von aegir #linhardt hevring #fe #fire emblem #linhardt x hubert #ig #if you squint #ferdibert #also if you squint

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glazesunflower · 2 years

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"You’re the only thing that matters”

Character: Marianne x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of war and wounds. Nothing too explicit.

Notes: This is my first time writing on this blog for fe3h and I was overjoyed that it was for Marianne! She's the light of my life and she deserves good things only. I may have gone a bit overboard with this, so bear with me <3 And enjoy !!

The warm air caressing your skin is the first thing you notice when you wake up. It’s a pleasant sensation, you vaguely remember the dreadful cold temperatures of Fhirdiad and you’re almost glad for a moment to be approaching Enbarr by now.

Why are you approaching Enbarr, the Adrestian capital?

Ah, you remember through your foggy mind, we’re at war.

And that’s when your full senses come back to you. And with them, the burning of countless wounds in your body, your limbs aching when you try to move to no avail. There’s a hand on your chest, prompting you to lay down on the mattress again.

You open your eyes and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.

The woman before you is sitting on a chair by your bed, long waves of blue hair cascading down her shoulders with grace. Her skin is light and delicate, the sun drawing patterns over her as she adjusts her position to look at you. Her brown eyes seem tired when they find yours, but there’s a gentlessness behind them you’ve learned to recognize. You smile.

“Marianne,” you say. You barely recognize your own voice.

“You’re awake,” the words tremble on her lips, she’s looking at you through glassy eyes. “I didn’t know - I did my best to heal your wounds, but there were so many, and I didn’t know if you… If I would ever…”

“Marianne, it’s okay. You healed me.” You draw a gentle smile, and Marianne sniffles. You reach out, your limbs aching as you place your hand over hers, colder. “I’m awake, and I’m here. All because of you. Thank you.”

Marianne shakes her head, locks of blue hair falling over her face, darkening her expression.

“Don’t look at me like that, please.” Her brown eyes look down, at the base of your bed. If you didn’t know her better, you’d say she’s blushing. “All I merely did was heal your wounds, but you fought bravely out there. If anyone is deserving of praisings, that would most certainly be you.”

Modest as ever, you think as you manage to sit up on the bed, your wounds protesting to your movements.

“How’s everyone else?” You recall the battle, flashes of red and silver passing through your eyes, friends and foes falling to the ground alike, the taste of metal and dust sitting on your tongue.

“They’re - Well, they’re alive. Most of them have injuries, Ignazt, Leonie and Lysithea managed out better than most.” Marianne says, her delicate fingers playing with the hem of her dress. “It was Hilda and you who were in worse condition, actually. Hilda woke up not too long ago.”

“That’s great news, isn’t it?” You draw a hopeful smile. “We’re still together in one piece.”

Marianne nods her head timidly when she says, “I suppose.”

The bangs under her brown eyes tell you how much suffering she must’ve gone through the last couple of days, taking care of everyone in her own personal battlefield, even after the fight was over.

You reach out to her again, brushing her bangs off her forehead, placing some locks of blue hair behind her ear. Marianne flushes at the contact, her big eyes looking everywhere but at you.

“There’s something still worrying you, right?” Marianne shaked her head slowly, but you know her better than that. “You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I do, it’s… Um, it’s silly.”

Marianne closes her eyes briefly, letting the warmth of your open palm rest against her cheek, soothing her raging heart. It’s never come easy for her to open up, not in the slightest, and you know of her struggle better than anyone.

“Please,” all you want to do is soothe and heal, light up the darkest places in her chest and call them home, forge a connection so strong it can’t be swayed by words alone.

You brush your thumb over her cheekbone, soft and gentle in your demeanor, and Marianne gives in to your touch.

“Seeing all of you wounded and… And worn out after every fight, I cannot help but wonder if… Maybe I’m just not doing enough?” She says, her voice betraying her tempered heart and trembling in each word. “I know I’m not of much use… All I’m good at is healing, and the aftermath of each battle is devastating, so I wonder… If I went out there, in the front lines… Maybe I would be of better use to anyone?”

You picture her, with her delicate hands and her timid smile, and the flashes of red and silver cross your mind again, the taste of iron and dust, and for a second, you’re terrified.

“No. No, you can’t do that. Your job is to heal the wounded, and you do it marvelously well. We can be reckless and brave out there because we know you’ll be here when the fight is over. We trust you, more than anyone else.” You say, your hand is gentle on the side of her face but your eyes are burning. You can’t possibly let her go to the front of the battlefield. “Out there, you’ll only hurt yourself. So, please--”

“Maybe that’s fine.” Marianne says, her brown eyes growing glassy under your stare, her fingers trembling around your wrist. “If I manage to buy some time for you, then I… That would be a sacrifice I’d be willing to make.”

“Marianne.” You feel your heart beating behind your ears, in the tips of your fingers, in every fiber of your aching body. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Why…” Marianne tries to lean away from your touch, a single tear making its way down her cheek. “It’s not as if my life mattered all that much. If I could…”

“You’re wrong.” You find her face again, forcing her to look at you. Her brown eyes are big and hazy, anxious on yours, and all you want to do is kiss the bags under her eyes and promise her it’ll be okay. “Marianne, you’re the only thing that matters. Don’t you see? If it takes fighting a war for you to be safe, then I’d fight the Adrestian Empire all by myself if I had to.”

Marianne swallows, the intensity of your stare proving to be too much for her trembling heart.

“I don’t think I understand…”

“Marianne, I…” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, feeling the butterflies tickling the vault of your chest, and you decide that now, in the midst of war, is as good a place as any to confess your affections for the gentlest soul you’ve ever met. “I love you. With every fiber of my being. And I will do anything in my power to keep you from any harm. So please, keep doing what you do best, because I wouldn’t trust anyone else to heal my body… and my heart.”

“You… You love me?” Marianne’s eyes grow big, perplexed on yours. Her cheeks bloom with pretty pink colors under your thumbs, and all you want to do is kiss her skin and make flowers bloom in her chest. Marianne’s voice comes out shaky, unsure, but oh, so full of affection for you. “I couldn’t have possibly dreamed you felt the same… I’m not sure what to say, but… If you’re fine with someone like me, then… I would be more than happy to spend my life with you, however form it should take.”

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poweringthroughthis · 2 months

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birthday cake | lee sangyeon

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!

ship: lee sangyeon x male reader

desc: (name) isn't a big fan of his birthdays, so his friends decide to cheer him up with a particularly handsome gift this year.

Birthdays are no easy feat for (name). Between corporate slavery, a horrendous economy and a dead love life, there really isn't much to celebrate. Well, maybe except for his friends. With New constantly reprimanding him for his bad decisions, Changmin being the sweetest guy ever, Juyeon raising his standards in men and Kevin teaching him all the naughty things of the world, (name) appreciated those little troublemakers deeply.

So, despite not being the biggest self-lover on birthdays, the male did expect his friends would, at the very least, come over to his place, watch horror movies and build pillow forts as they bitch about anyone and everyone. Being far away from family made (name) cherish the boys' efforts all the more.

However, with no one even replying to his texts, let alone showing up at his apartment, he was more than a bit confused. The male was just about to call New and demand the reason behind their sudden silence when the doorbell rang.

(name) was more than relieved to hear the chime and was quick to open the door, not wanting the person to ring it again. The man's mouth opened, a bright smile already on his lips but before any words could leave him, a cake was shoved into his face and his vision was obstructed by the sugary mess.

The male was still blinking in surprise when the candles were blown off and someone clapped happily, a voice exclaiming, "Happy birthday!"

(name) finally managed to pry the cake away from his eyes, looking at the group of four that stood before him. They were all holding gifts and smiling widely at him.

"You're here," he mumbled, not even bothering to hide the happiness in his voice.

"Of course," Kevin exclaimed, stepping inside the house and taking off his shoes. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I'm surprised you guys are here, to be honest," the birthday boy mumbled, still wiping the icing from his eyes and nose.

"And why is that?" Changmin asked.

"You weren't answering your phones."

"Oh, those..." Juyeon mumbled, looking at the other three for a brief second before continuing. "We left them in the car. You know how the signal sucks here."

(name) nodded. He didn't believe a word of it. "And who brought the cake?"

"Me," the black-haired male replied. "You said you loved that cheesecake so I decided to surprise you."

"Thank you, Chanhee." (name) smiled.

"No problem, dude. Now let's go and open your gifts!"

"Yes, please. I have a present too and I've been dying to give it to you!" Juyeon added excitedly, pushing past his friends and into the house.

The others followed him, leaving their shoes at the door.

(name) was feeling like the happiest person alive. His friends came to visit, brought him gifts and baked a cake for him. They didn't have to, but they did it anyway.

Chanhee noticed (name) and gave him a small smile. "It was a pretty last minute decision. Sorry, we couldn't do better."

"I think this is already amazing," the male replied, mirroring the other's smile.

"Hey! Stop flirting and get your asses in here," Juyeon called out.

Chanhee rolled his eyes. "We should go and stop him before he does something stupid."

The younger one nodded, following his friend into the living room.

They did all that (name) had envisioned. Watching horror movies(The Amityville franchise this year), eating the cake Chanhee baked and talking smack. Like clockwork. The smile didn't leave (name)'s face the entire night. A few drinks in and the guys were still sober, but way more relaxed.

"Guys, I have to say something." (name) began, the boys turning around to look at him with fond smiles on their faces.

"Thank you. Thank you for doing this every year. And on days when it's not even my birthday. Life is a lot less shittier because I have you all."

Perhaps it was the soju talking, but (name) felt like he needed to make it known how grateful he was for his boys.

"Aww you cutie, c'mere.." Kevin cooed at the male, making kissy faces as he tackled him into a hug, the birthday boy yelling for him to get away.

"Ewww cringe!" Chanhee fake-gagged as he made a disgusted expression.

"Shut up, Chanhee. We know you're the biggest crybaby deep down" Changmin shushed him.

"I think it's time to give you your gift," Juyeon whispered into (name)'s ear, his hot breath sending shivers down (name)'s spine.

"O-okay."

Juyeon smiled, standing up and walking towards the door, leaving (name) confused. Why didn't Juyeon bring the gift inside with him initially? He glanced over at the others who were looking into space, avoiding his gaze. Alert number 1.

"I swear to god y'all if this is something stupid like last ti-"

"Hello."

(name) stopped dead in his tracks as a deep, matured voice interrupted him. He turned around to see: Lee Sangyeon. His very attractive, very charming and very well-spoken neighbor, though (name) had barely exchanged anything past normal greetings with the man.

"So, remember how we were late? We were hastily searching for a good gift shop as the old one recently closed, and ran into this guy who was kind enough to help us navigate to a new one. Guess who it was?" Juyeon explained the last bit in a sing-song voice. "Exactly! Sangyeon hyung."

"And when we left for the same way, we talked a little more and realized he's your neighbor! What a small world." Changmin added.

Hyung? Damn Juyeon and his extroverted nature. And yes, Changmin, (name) is well aware of his hot neighbor. Thank yew. He's been purposely treading carefully around him in order to NOT make a fool of himself, which you've kinda defeated the whole point of?!

"Happy birthday! I hope you don't mind me. I was free and your friends insisted I join." Sangyeon offered a charming grin.

"Thank you. And ,N-no, no, not at all! I don't mind. Please, feel free to join anytime you'd like. I mean-" (name) rambled.

"Oh boy. I knew he was gonna shit himself" New sighed.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. It's kinda cute. YOU'RE kinda cute." Sangyeon chuckled, and if the sound of it didn't send an electric jolt down (name)'s spine.

"So are we done yet or..?" Kevin yawned, leaning onto the couch. Everyone scurried off back to their places in the living room, continuing the movie they'd paused to drink. For a while, the boys made small talk with Sangyeon, (name) getting to know the man better. As time passed, they all became increasingly sleepy, but (name) and Sangyeon hardly ceased talking to each other, now cuddled up with each other. They clicked rather well.

"So, I think there's one last gift left. For both of you." Chanhee smirked.

"I agree," Sangyeon whispered.

Before (name) could blink, he was pulled into a warm embrace and his lips met Sangyeon's. It was gentle, yet firm, and (name) felt like he could die and be satisfied. The latter tasted of sweet wine, and the older's scent filled his senses as he pulled him closer, a soft sigh escaping him. Sangyeon's lips were soft and warm, and his tongue moved confidently against his own, making (name)'s toes curl.

As Sangyeon pulled back, a smile appeared on his face. (name) had been crushing over him for 2 weeks now. So is it safe to assume his feelings are somewhat reciprocated?

"How was that?" Sangyeon asked, his fingers stroking (name)'s hair.

"Amazing.." the latter breathed.

"I'm glad." The elder smiled, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Well, I hope you had a good birthday."

"Yes, and I have you to thank for it."

"Then perhaps we should do this again?"

"Definitely."

And (name) was sure his heart was about to burst with joy.

"Ahem."

New's voice caught their attention.

"Sorry for the interruption but it's getting late and we should leave," he announced, gesturing at the other 3 who were already gathering their belongings.

"Alright. You guys have fun and behave yourselves." Kevin grinned, bidding them a goodbye.

(name)'s eyes widened. "Yeah, bye Kevin!" he offered a tight-lipped smile, mouthing "I.will.Kill.You", knowing fully well it must have been the Canadian's idea to pull this stunt. "You needed this babe" Kevin whispered in the other's ear. "Thank me later", he left after blowing (name) a kiss, Chanhee and Changmin dragging him.

"Sangyeon, we hope we can see you around soon." Juyeon said.

"Definitely."

The birthday boy's eyes met with Sangyeon's, and (name) didn't miss the way the man's pupils dilated. He wasn't alone in his feelings.

"Happy birthday, again." The eldest of the 4 leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on (name)'s cheek, the gesture sending warmth throughout his body.

The moment the 4 left, (name) plopped onto the couch, still dazed from what had transpired.

"They really thought of everything."

"It seems so."

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, very."

"Good, that's what matters."

"Can I...can I kiss you again?"

"Of course."

Sangyeon cupped his cheeks, bringing their lips together. It was gentle and slow, yet there was a hint of hunger behind it.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time," Sangyeon admitted, his thumb brushing over (name)'s bottom lip.

"So have I."

"That's good to know."

The eldest captured (name)'s lips again, this time with more urgency. He sucked on his bottom lip, drawing a low moan from him. The sound spurred Sangyeon on, and his tongue slipped into the younger's mouth, eliciting another moan.

"I'm not quite finished yet. There are many other things I'd like to do to you."

"Such as?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

The next thing (name) knew, he was being lifted up, the male's legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Sangyeon carried him to his room, and the two fell onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs. Their lips met again, the kiss becoming more passionate and urgent.

"Do you want me to keep going?" Sangyeon whispered against his lips, his fingers brushing the younger's cheek.

"Yes, please," (name) whined.

The older one wasted no time and started undressing the male beneath him. After he had stripped him down, the two kissed some more, their hands roaming each other's bodies.

"I'm going to make you feel good," Sangyeon breathed against his ear, his fingers trailing down his abdomen, causing him to shiver.

(name)'s eyes widened as the elder stood up and stripped down his lower half, his thick member on full display. The birthday boy swallowed nervously, his cock throbbing at the sight.

"You're already so hard." (name) breathed.

The latter was about to apologize, but his words were caught in his throat when he felt a wet heat envelope his length. He couldn't hold back a moan as he threw his head back.

(name) continued to suck on his length, eliciting a chorus of moans from the elder.

After a few minutes, Sangyeon hurriedly pulled (name)'s mouth away, biting his lips to stop himself from cumming.

"Mmh, I think you're ready," Sangyeon mumbled, and (name) let go of his member, wiping his mouth with his hand.

He reached the hem of the birthday boy's underwear, tugging it down. The cool air of the room caused the latter's member to twitch, and Sangyeon smiled. He laid (name) down face first on the bed, spread out. Kneeling between the younger's legs, he leaned down and spread his ass cheeks apart using his hands, licking his lips at the sight of the male's pink, puckered hole.

(name) gasped as he felt the wet heat of the elder's tongue circling his entrance. He gripped the sheets tightly as he felt the sensation of being stretched.

The younger male could only moan in response, the feeling of being penetrated by the elder's tongue was intoxicating. He could feel his orgasm approaching, and he arched his back, pressing his hips against Sangyeon's face.

"It's your birthday, but i'm the one eating the cake," the elder chuckled, and (name) whimpered, feeling the latter's tongue slide in deeper.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Sangyeon continued to fuck (name) with his tongue, and the younger male couldn't help but cry out in pleasure.

"I-I'm gonna cum," (name) whined.

"Go ahead, baby," the elder encouraged, and the younger male could only gasp and shudder as his orgasm ripped through him.

Sangyeon sat up and grabbed the bottle of lube on the bedside table. He squirted a generous amount onto his palm and spread it over his length.

"Ready, baby?"

"Yes, please," (name) nodded, spreading his legs wider.

Sangyeon lined himself up with the younger's entrance and pushed inside, eliciting a loud moan from the younger.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," the elder moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Feels so good," (name) panted.

The elder started to thrust in and out of the younger male, and the latter could only moan in response.

"You feel so good around me," Sangyeon moaned, and (name) could only whine in response, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

The older one leaned over, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

The elder started thrusting faster, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room.

"Fuck, I'm close," the elder moaned, his eyes screwed shut.

"M-me too," (name) gasped.

Sangyeon gripped the younger's hips tighter and increased his pace, causing the latter to moan loudly.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," the elder growled, and he spilled inside the birthday boy.

"Holy shit," (name) breathed, his orgasm rippling through him.

The elder pulled out, the latter's cum coating the tip of his cock.

"Happy birthday to you," Sangyeon breathed, leaning down to kiss the birthday boy.

(name) sighed contently. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Making my birthday special."

"I'll make every birthday special, if you'll let me," the elder smiled, and the two kissed once more.

When the 4 were far away, New's voice broke the silence.

"Hey Juyeon.."

"Yes?"

"Do you think he'll actually thank us for setting him up with his crush?"

"Probably not.." Juyeon answered.

"Should we start running?"

"Yup."

"We're doomed."

"Well, it was worth it."

"Definitely."

"Happy Birthday, (name)." Kevin yelled into the night, wishing nothing but happiness for their friend, as the 4 walked home.

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edns · 7 months

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Got inspired by tumblr user ginwilliamsart (pls check out her fan art it's great) to redraw The Kiss by Klimt with these two... All I can say is an attempt was made

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h fanart #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe風花雪月 #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h dimitri #fe3h oc #dimitri x oc #You thought I was done with this sorry I am not the brainworms are alive and thriving #I am not very good with abstract shapes in art so this was a cool study I guess I need to find more paintings to draw with my silly guys #oc cyrus bartholomew lenz #trypophobia tw #Juuust incase

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frickingnerd · 4 months

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“you're just a distraction”

pairing: yuri leclerc x gn!reader

summary: you're more than a friend and less than a lover to yuri. but are you truly just a "distraction"?

"you're just a distraction"

that's what yuri had told you, when you asked him why he was spending so much time with you. to him, you were just a distraction from his work and the usual people he spent time with at the officers academy.

the two of you were more than friends, but less than lovers. not an actual couple. but if anyone would dare hit on you, yuri would scare them away. and the same counted for any guys and girls hitting on him. for just being a distraction, he was devoted to you. devoted enough to make you the only one he spent his time with.

it took yuri quite a while to admit to himself that you had become more than just a distraction to him. slowly but surely, he began to miss you when you weren't around. his days without you were bleak and he longed to be by your side.

yuri promised himself that he'd make you his eventually. he didn't want you to continue to believe you were just a distraction. he might have meant the words when you asked him back then. but if you'd ask him again now, he'd tell you how he felt now.

"you're everything to me"

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childhood sweethearts (10) II a.russo x reader

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childhood sweethearts (10) II a.russo x reader

"jesus." you mumbled to yourself, wincing at the bright beam of sunlight which blinded you as you cracked an eye open, rolling onto your stomach and exhaling deeply.

thats when you realised, these weren't the same bedsheets you'd changed over yesterday, the rattan bedhead behind you also wasn't yours, in fact this bed was not yours. given you knew your best friends house almost as well as your own you also knew this was not her spare bedroom either.

"oh christ." you hissed clutching your pounding head as you shot up in the unfamiiar bed, entirely too fast for the lack of water and abundance of alcohol still left in your bloodstream.

taking a moment and a deep breath you opened your eyes a little slower this time, looking around the unfamiliar room as your eyebrows knitted into a hopelessly confused frown.

lifting up the crisp white duvet you sighed a little in relief seeing you were fully clothed, though just exactly whose clothes these were that you were currently wearing was still a mystery to you. fumbling around to grab your phone you noticed a glass of water and two small white pills beside it on the bedside table.

having no clue where you were you were hardly about to ingest anything left wordlessly for you, for all you knew the water could be tampered with or the pills could be any assortment of drugs.

your confusion deepened though seeing your phone was fully charged, realizing whoever's house you were currently in had not only brought you home, changed you and neatly hung up your dress from last night on the back of the door but also made sure your phone had been on charge all night.

your vision adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the open window meant you started to actually take in your settings, frown returning at the assortment of trophies and medals littering the walls and shelves in the corner.

hoping they might help you to put together the pieces of the puzzle you were currently living in you swung yourself out of bed, shivering a little as a crisp breeze whipped in through the open window and you made your way over.

but before you could even inspect the silverware your eyes were drawn to a large frame hanging on the other wall that you'd somehow missed in your hungover state, and there was no mistaking that infamous number and five letter word among the grass stains littering the england jersey.

23, russo.

you weren't sure if it was panic or relief which flooded your body now you'd finally cracked the mystery of just who it was who'd brought you home last night, which admittedly you were struggling to remember much of.

you jumped in surprise as your phone buzzed repeatedly on the bed, screen lighting up with a flood of notifications.

iMessages from; alessia r

10:04am - hey, i'm sure you have a lot of questions and are probably not feeling the greatest this morning. i'd totally understand if you left but i'm in the kitchen cooking if you wanted breakfast and a chat before you go :)

10:04am - sorry i don't know why the ':)' felt passive aggressive? lol

10:05am - maybe i'm overthinking this

10:05am - no im definitely overthinking this sorry

10:05am - sorry i'll stop messaging you now

10:06am - oh there's advil on the table too

10:07am - i am in the kitchen cooking though so i really could have just come and said this in person but i don't even know if you're awake or still here or anything

10:08am - also didn't want to freak you out

10:10am - sorry i promise im not usually such a spam texter lol

despite your mixture of both panic and relief at the fact you were in alessia's home and had spent the night you couldn't help but let out a small smile at the influx of messages, imagining the way she'd nervously ramble through the same sentences would she have come and spoke to you in person.

though the blonde wasn't wrong, you were far from feeling the greatest and you did have questions, the main one being why the hell you ended up in her spare bed and not at home in your own.

placing down your phone you rubbed your face tiredly, and now knowing where you were you were quick to down the pills and glass of water, not realizing just how dry your mouth felt until you had.

you spent a few more minutes ticking over in your head everything that you could remember, trying desperately to piece together the night from start to finish, but there was still a significant amount of gaps and right now there was only one person who could help you to fill them.

so with a deep breath and a long exhale your hand fell to the doorknob, tugging it open and being immediately hit with the smell of bacon and coffee.

alessia heard you before she saw you, the slight squeak of the door all she needed for her entire body to snap to attention, and with a glance up her eyes met yours, relieved to see no signs of distress or anger in your features at what was likely an uncomfortable situation to be waking up to.

"hi." you sent her a small smile which the blonde returned, and when she noticed it didn't seem you were in a rush to leave gesturing for you to take a seat at the bench. "coffee?" alessia offered as you shook your head declining politely, the thought of that already setting your stomach into a churn.

"water then?" the striker smiled as you accepted a bottle from the fridge gratefully, taking a large mouthful before pressing it to your forehead. "did you sleep alright?" alessia asked, slight concern present in her gaze which flickered between you and the food cooking on the stovetop.

"i think so? i don't really remember going to sleep if i'm honest."

"-then i got you out of the taxi and helped you inside and into bed." alessia finished recounting her recollection of events, shoveling another mouthful of breakfast into her mouth as you nodded along.

"i'm sorry you didn't really get a say in any of it. i was just worried about you hitting your head or falling over and having no one there to check up on you." alessia admitted softly, refusing to meet your eye line as she stared down at her plate of food as if it was the most interesting one she'd ever seen.

"hey less." you noticed her internal battle right away as her eyebrows knit into a frown, tapping your fork lightly against your plate to catch her attention.

"i appreciate that you were just looking out for me, thats what friends do right?" you smiled trying to be reassuring as alessia nodded, seemingly a little more settled. though unbeknownst to you that singular word was like a fork to her heart, friends. that's all the two of you were, friends.

and alessia needed to get out of her own head and realise that, or she risked losing you for good again and that wasn't worth the extra heartbreak it would cause her.

if it was a friend you needed then alessia would be the best one to you she possibly could be, because if thats what it took for you to stay in her life then thats all that mattered.

or at least, thats what she was telling herself.

"i can't believe that girl turned out to be such a creep. i dread to think what would have happened if you weren't there looking out for me less, thank you." your words felt heavy but you spoke gently, doing your best not to think about what might have happened had the blonde not stepped in.

"hey i'd have never let anything bad happen, i promise." alessia spoke a little more firmly, being sure to catch your eyes as a strange feeling settled in your stomach at the display of protection, nodding gratefully and putting the weird churning of your insides down to your hangover which was slowly starting to bleed away.

the two of you ate the rest of your meal in a comfortable silence, both admittedly a little lost in your own thoughts. you refused to listen to alessia's demands that you not help her wash up, the two of you also doing that task with minimal chatter between you.

"would you want to stay and watch some movies or something?" alessia blurted out suddenly, glancing to you briefly but unable to read your face her attention shifted back to the sink full of soapy water.

she had already prepared for the no from the moment that she'd asked the question, already kicking herself for being bold enough to ask after the weird situation already brewing after last night and the fact the two of you were still rebuilding things with one another.

but much to her shock, that no never came.

"yeah sure, that sounds nice."

"wait, really?" alessia asked, unsure if she'd heard you correctly as you gave her an odd look. "yeah...unless you don't want me to?" you clarified slowly, a little perplexed by her surprise as she was quick to assure you not.

"did you want a shower? i'll grab you a towel!" you bit your lip to stifle your laughter as the taller girl hurried away, tripping over her own feet in her haste and tumbling to the floor. "still don't know the size of your own legs then less?" you smiled in amusement as she stood, rubbing her tailbone with a wince.

"nah, ground just looked lonely."

"-i still say i could pull this off, easy." you shrugged, shoveling a handful of popcorn in your mouth. "no way! you'd be caught before you even assembled a team." alessia scoffed, doing the same.

"no! i'm a criminal mastermind." you disagreed. "you couldn't even steal a pack of gum for a dare." alessia grinned at the memory. "thats not fair! i was a dead nervous wreck and you're a terrible influence." you shook your head at her.

"terrible influence, excellent thief." alessia beamed wiggling her eyebrows. "can't wait till i leak that to the daily mail. i can see the headlines now; russo goes rough, opens up about grim life of childhood theft!" you mocked in your best newsreader voice, the older girl shoving your shoulder playfully.

again it was all too easy to fall back into your usual playful banter as if no time had passed, the two of you bickered back and forth for a moment before you shushed the blonde. "i love this scene." the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, both sat watching oceans eight.

"okay shoot, shag, marry. sandra bullock, anne hathaway, rihanna." alessia challenged, shifting her body to look at you as you let out a troubled sigh. "you can't expect me to shoot one of them!" you groaned with a shake of your head.

"i'd just shoot the guy she frames who got her arrested, marry any of them because they're all rich now and also shag, any of them!" you answered honestly, alessia laughing and accepting your answer.

"bet you i can catch more of these in my mouth in a row than you can." you challenged now, tapping the bowl of popcorn between you as alessia scoffed.

"please. you're on!"

it was a few hours later that you realized you'd fallen asleep, your eyes fluttering open feeling a little dazed and confused. the sun now having set alessia's living room was only lit up by the tv and you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted.

it was then that you realised a warmth was enveloping you that you didn't remember being there when you were awake, and you quickly realised it was alessia's hoodie clad arm wrapped around your shoulders, your cheek pressed into her chest as the two of you were squished together on one end of her lounge.

your body tensing up at the new position you spared a glance upwards to see her eyes closed, feeling her chest moving up and down beneath you, the striker seemingly also dead asleep.

you carefully unwound her arm, hearing her stir as you sat up and shuffled a little bit further away from her, stretching out and rubbing your face tiredly.

"you alright?" you heard her ask, voice thick with sleep as she sat up with a small grunt, turning her head and cracking her neck. "i should get going, its almost dark and i have to prep for my class tomorrow." you smiled, trying to ignore the strange feelings arising in your stomach.

"course, i'll drive you." alessia exhaled deeply, clearly still tired as you hurried to shake your head. "it's literally a ten minute walk less. i'll be fine!" you smiled reassuringly, standing up and moving to grab your clothes from last night off the counter.

"you can't walk home in a dress and heels, it's freezing outside." alessia frowned, peering at you in concern over the top of the lounge. "i was fine last night!" you argued stubbornly. "you aren't drunk right now, there isn't alcohol to warm your blood stream up." alessia shot back as you struggled to come up with a response.

"i don't think that's how it works."

"just stay in my clothes, i'll get them off you another day." alessia heaved as she stood and stretched her arms up, your eyes wandering to the sliver of her toned stomach which flashed out as her hoodie rose up.

you quickly looked away feeling your cheeks warm a little. "i'll grab you some trainers." before you could even speak she'd darted off to her room, returning with a pair of brown dunks.

"might be a bit big but just do them up tight." she placed them on the table, excusing herself to use the toilet as you sat down at the table to put them on.

"ready?" alessia returned, grabbing her keys off the hook and waiting by the door. "i told you! i'll walk. driving literally five minutes away is a waste of petrol, think of the environment." you teased, bundling your belongings as she opened the front door.

"alright fair, i'll walk you then." she grabbed a puffer jacket which hung by the door, flicking her hood up and settling into it. "you're not going to take no for an answer are you?" you questioned, the blonde shaking her head firmly.

"of course not." you sighed knowingly, dumping your clothes and heels into a tote bag she offered you. "always trying to force the football on me aren't you." you tutted noticing the bright red arsenal crest donning the front of the bag and the pocket of her puffer jacket.

she shoved you with a smile grabbing her house keys and closing the door after herself, the two of you downing her front steps and starting to walk. "do you just wear this around sometimes so you get free coffees?" you smiled, tugging on her jacket.

"oh yeah absolutely. free coffees, free ice cream, free trainers and clothes, free social media abuse." alessia shot back, and though she said it jokingly you knew the element of truth which lay behind her words.

"i always knew you'd end up here anyway." you shrugged, not meeting her eyes which looked at you curiously. "where? london?" the blonde questioned with a frown.

"no you idiot. like a pro footballer, a proper one." you chuckled with a small shake of your head. "hello testing testing anyone home?" you teased, knocking on her forehead. "hey!" alessia laughed, grabbing your hands in hers as the two of you arrived out the front of your own place.

"you are still annoying as ever." the taller girl sighed, shaking her own head, your hands still clasped in hers. "i seem to remember i was always labelled the sensible, responsible friend, and you were the-" you paused to think.

"-i believe our teachers used to say you were distracting, loud mouthed, immature-" you recounted, only cut off by the blonde pulling you into a headlock not unlike she used to often when the two of you were younger.

"alessia!" you laughed, struggling to pull away. "i seem to remember this was one of the only ways to shut you up!" the striker teased, dragging you along with her to your front door.

"so immature." you mocked as she finally let you up, punching her lightly as your hand easily bounced off the thick puffer jacket covering her. "thank you. for a nice day and for last night." you smiled once the two of you had calmed down from your laughter.

"course. think that makes us even now!" alessia joked lightly, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.

"yeah i guess it does, maybe next time we go out for a drink we agree to be the same amount of tipsy. no need for any rescuing then!" you smiled, alessia having to control the immense happiness which flooded her entire body hearing you speak so loosely about the two of you spending time together.

"like i said, i'd never let anything bad happen to you." the taller girl smiling down at you sincerely as once again the strange twinge settled in your stomach, the two of you locking eyes for just a few seconds too long as you cleared your throat.

"let me know once you get home yeah?" you raised an eyebrow, one hand hovering on your door knob as alessia nodded. the two of you stood in silence for a moment, both clearly debating the same thing as the seconds ticked by and time seemed to stall.

then like magnets, you drew toward one another.

you couldn't ever deny that a hug from her felt good, beyond good. the way her taller body encased yours, your head falling to her chest as one hand always rubbed your back and the other grazed your sides she held you with just the right amount of pressure.

but it felt familiar, too familiar.

"night less." you forced a smile as you suddenly pulled away, and then within seconds you were back inside and exhaling a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding in.

that strange feeling in your stomach not ceasing, that very same night was the first in a long time that you slept in her hoodie.

the rest of your week passed by in a blur. the stomach flu gracing the walls of your school had meant that your class was half its normal size with a lot of the kids out sick, which was bitter sweet.

you could no longer fend off your mothers insistence you come over for dinner so thats how your wednesday night was spent, admittedly quite enjoying a home cooked meal that you didn't have to make. it was also the night you found out your sister was pregnant with twins, a surprise for the whole family, her poor husband included.

by the time friday rolled around you were in disbelief at just how quickly the days had passed, and maybe now you could truly get behind that a four day work week was more efficient.

most of your students back and in full force from an unusual but gloriously sunny day, you'd struggled all day to keep their focus. so when it came time to take them all to the football clinic, you couldn't have been more relieved.

you gave alessia a small wave and a smile as she spotted you, falling back into conversation with your coworkers as she zoned back into the games she was running with her group.

the two of you had started to message more, the communication not constant but it was consistent. it helped ease your worries a little more that things would fall apart again right as they started to feel just slightly normal with the two of you trying to build up your friendship.

which is why you weren't surprised to find the tall blonde making her way over to you once you'd made sure your class all got off school grounds safely, and she'd assisted with the pack up of all the equipment.

wishing your fellow grade two teachers a good weekend and promising to organise drinks and dinner soon you'd turned and suddenly she was there. "hi." you smiled, pulling her into a hug much to both alessia's surprise and delight.

"hey." she murmured back, squeezing you for a second before letting go. "hope they behaved for you. god knows they were doing my head in today, bouncing off the walls!" you chuckled, alessia grinning at your words.

"definitely full of beans but a lovely bunch of kids, and they adore you. wouldn't shut up about you actually!" the striker revealed, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms, forcing you to notice just how in shape she really was as your eyes glanced over her biceps.

"fishing for information about me from my students? new low for you russo." you tutted, lips tugging into a smile as she reached out and pushed you with a roll of her eyes.

"very funny. they were actually telling me all about their excursion on monday, and how it wasn't the best one because you weren't there." she smiled softly, your heart melting a little.

"can see how much you love this, and how much it suits you. your eyes light up anytime you talk about it, you're clearly very passionate, the kids adore you and you just seem...well happy." alessia complimented as you blushed a little at her words.

"thank you lessi." you mumbled, turning to pack up your bags as she chuckled. "never could take a compliment, always so shy!" the older girl teased as you now shoved her. "i was only the shy one as a kid because you did all the talking for the pair of us, big mouth!" you hit back, alessia scoffing and holding her hand on her chest in mock offence.

"oi less!" she glanced over her shoulder, seeing leah gesture wildly at her and giving her a small thumbs up.

"i won't hold you up, enjoy your weekend less." you smiled sincerely, slinging your bag over your shoulder and going to leave but her hand shot out to gently grab your wrist.

"no no its not like that. leah just, well she wanted me to invite you round for a pizza night tonight at her place." alessia spoke, the invitation admittedly catching you quite off guard. "me?" you asked with a confused frown.

"yeah you. think you really got her on side the other night with those tequila shots." alessia chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck as she let go of your arm.

"look thats really lovely of her but fridays are sort of...my night. got a bottle of wine and some trashy reality shows calling my name." you declined as politely as you could but it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"look i said invite. but with leah really its more of a courtesy to ask, if you say no she would just come over here herself and somehow either charm you into saying yes or coerce you into giving her your address so she can come and pick you up herself." alessia smiled knowingly making you laugh.

"i'm serious! she's nothing if not efficient, and very hard headed."

"lovely way to talk about the captain of england there." you teased, sparing a glance over her shoulder to see the older girl you were discussing staring at the two of you, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"well if i've not got a choice then i guess that sounds nice." you laughed giving in, getting the sense alessia was not joking about her friends insistence.

"really? great. i can take you if you like? since we're not far from each other and i know the address." alessia offered as you agreed gratefully, also knowing you'd be far less nervous walking in with her than arriving by yourself.

"i'll come and get you around like six?" she checked her watch and raised an eyebrow as you nodded, that gave you around two hours to get ready and psych yourself up.

"yeah that sounds good, i'll see you at six."

"hello! you came, lovely." you were pulled right into a warm hug by leah the moment she'd opened the door, alessia smiling at the sight as she and leah hugged before she lead you both inside.

"i'll give you the grand tour later but i'll introduce you to the girls. don't believe a word they say unless it's about less and a story about her falling over something at training." leah sent alessia a wolfish grin over her shoulder.

"oh i can promise i've got more." you smiled, alessia huffing and poking you in the back with a glare only making leah chuckle. "i'll be holding you to that later mate. but this is laura, lia, beth, viv and kim." leah introduced you pointing to each girl who smiled, introducing you back to them as alessia moved to greet them all.

"i would like to formally apologise that the last time you saw me i couldn't keep my head up." you joked awkwardly toward beth, remembering her from the group alessia was with on the weekend.

"ah don't worry about it. who hasn't had a big night with some regrets!" the girl waved off your worries, hugging you and pulling you down to talk with her and her girlfriend viv.

"so have they only left you in charge because you're italian?" you teased, moving away from the small group in the living room and joining alessia in the kitchen where she was busy kneading the pizza dough.

you'd been here an hour now and felt much more at ease than you'd spent the entire afternoon worrying about, all of alessia's friends and team mates nothing but welcoming and kind.

you were however grateful it wasn't the entire team, just a small handful of them with nothing much better to do, and based on your conversations with them this seemed to be the norm most nights that someone would be round since leah couldn't and didn't cook for herself.

"laura and leah are supposed to be helping me but laura just keeps eating everything she chops up and leah keeps getting fomo about what the girls are talking about and what she's missing out on." alessia chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes.

you offered to help her out, laura and lia joining the two of you after a while, your combined hands making quick work of the prep as lia called the other girls over to start assembling their pizza's.

"pineapple! honestly and you call yourself an italian." you tutted with a disgusted wince at alessia's choice of toppings. "hey! pineapple belongs on pizza thanks." she bumped her shoulder gently into yours as a debate quickly broke out among the group over the seemingly hot topic.

"yeah sorry, half italian." you smirked, laura laughing at the comment. "doesn't even speak the language!" you teased further. "do too! well, a little bit." alessia frowned making you smile.

"oi! hands to yourself thanks." you bumped into her as she stole a piece of pepperoni off your pizza with a grin. "hey listen to your own words!" the taller girl mocked as you dropped a handful of spinach onto hers.

"you wanted it anyway!" you laughed as she spread it out. "not with your grubby little hands all over it." she shot back. "less!" you pushed her away with her hip as she in retaliation dropped a few cut up tomatoes onto your perfectly curated pizza.

"no! stop it." you laughed as she grabbed a piece and tried to force it into your mouth as you pushed her away and attempted to hide behind laura.

"and they are just friends?" lia murmered quietly to leah who stood beside her, watching the two of you. leah only gave her a look in return which said something alone the lines of 'i'll explain more later' as lia smiled in silent understanding, the two heading outside to put their pizzas in to cook.

"right! you three, stop messing about. you two are on pizza supervision duty, and laur is on clean up!" leah clapped to gain your attentions as laura groaned loudly, her protests falling on deaf ears as viv stepped in to help.

"now you wouldn't happen to be meddling, would you williamson?" beth accused, nodding to you and alessia stood alone outside with a raised eyebrow, also having been watching how the pair of you were so comfortable in your interactions.

"who me? why bethany i would never." leah grinned holding a hand to her chest. "less is different round her though, not in a bad way. just-" the blonde struggled to think of the right word.

"more playful, outgoing, and also very clearly pining over her?" "yeah you know what that just about sums it up."

"since when are you so into country music?" you laughed as alessia drove the two of you home, the last three songs in her playlist all of that genre you'd not ever known her to be so passionate about.

"cause it's great! i hate that it gets so much shit." she rolled her eyes, only turning it up louder and to your amusement starting to sing along, turning to grin at you every now and then, the melodic chime of your laughter echoing around her car only spurring her on further.

"well i actually had a really nice night less, thank you." you smiled sincerely as alessia parked out the front of your place, turning her music right down and putting her mercedes into park.

"even if i've learnt that you now like country music and pineapple on pizza." you grimaced in disgust, gagging as you unbuckled yourself. "least i didn't drop my pizza!" alessia quipped back with a smirk as your cheeks flushed bright red.

"that was laura's fault, she tripped me!" you defended with a huff, the memory of how embarrassed you'd been flooding your body, though despite a few light hearted jokes her friends hadn't made you feel that way.

"mhm i'm sure." alessia hummed with a grin and a nod as you playfully shoved her forehead. "i've been hanging around you too much, your clumsiness is starting to infect me like a rash." you scratched at your arms before slipping out of the car.

though as you walked around her car to the curb and alessia sent you a knee buckling smile through the window, you had a sudden realization that you didn't want to say goodbye just yet. and so before you could overthink and spiral over what that meant, you acted on impulse.

"it's not super late. would you want to come in and maybe watch a film or something?" you offered with a shy smile, alessia perking up in surprise as she nodded eagerly, internally berating herself for not trying to be a bit more subtle about it.

though it seemed her body betrayed her as well as she hastily opened her door, trying to step out and catching her foot on the curb, sending her hurtling to the ground with a thump.

"oh my god are you alright?" you hurried to help her out as she nodded with a wince, closing her door and locking her car.

"yeah yeah fine, ground just looked a bit lonely again."

"oh i love this!" alessia grinned as she returned from the toilet to see which movie you'd chosen, insisting that she didn't mind what you watched and hurrying off for a wee.

"still one of your favourites then?" you asked as she collapsed into your sofa nodding eagerly, the princess diaries loaded and ready to go.

"you remembered." she sent you a soft smile before you clicked play, both your hands wrapped around warm mugs of hot chocolate.

"how do you prefer him over michael?" alessia scoffed in disbelief, sprawled across your couch as you laughed. "i said i preferred his looks, not his personality! i like his blonde shaggy hair." you defended yourself as alessia gagged and you smacked her leg.

"you look like that when you dance." you teased her, pointing to the young security guard trying desperately to buck and shimmy his way across the dance floor.

"i do not!" she gasped, kicking you with her leg as you smacked her again, maybe a little harder than you intended. the two of you shared a look as if waiting for someone to say something, then within seconds she'd lunged at you.

your laughters floated around your living room, movie long forgotten as alessia desperately tried to grapple with you, the two of you rolling around and hitting and pinching one another just like you had when you were much younger.

"wait lessi watch the-" you started to warn but it was too late as she slipped off the edge of the sofa, hands curled tightly into your jumper she'd taken you down with her as she smacked her head on the coffee table and you landed on top of her with a grunt.

"fuck ow!" she groaned loudly clutching her throbbing head, both of you still laughing furiously as your face smushed into her shoulder, both your bodies vibrating with amusement against one anothers.

eventually after you'd confirmed she was okay your laughter died down into small giggles and you took a moment to catch your breath, glancing down and into her bright blue eyes.

your chests still heaving lightly trying to recover, a thick silence enveloped the room, neither of you paying attention to anything than one another when you suddenly found yourself admiring and studying over ever little feature of her face.

you couldn't explain where it came from or which cruel individual was responsible, but once more like magnets the two of you found yourself drawn together.

the longer you maintained eye contact the smaller and smaller the room seemed to become, alessia's eyes flickering down to your lips just for a fleeting second but it didn't go unnoticed.

thats when the alarm bells sounded in your head, loud and obnoxious and clearly trying to warn you of how terribly dangerous an idea this was.

but suddenly they weren't important and instead you could only focus on the small voice at the very back of your mind which egged you on to continue.

curiosity took hold of your mind, causing you to wonder how she tasted, how her lips would feel on yours again and in turn the effect it would have on your entire body, this time not fueled on by emotion or sadness or rage.

unable to lay there in limbo anymore, debating over and over all the possible pros and cons of the next ten seconds you once more let your impulses take over.

your hand moved to brush a few strands of her golden blonde hair out of her face, having fallen out of the bun which sat on top of her head, leaning in ever so slowly.

in turn alessia's own hand came to rest on the side of your face, thumb tracing a soft circle on your cheek, ever so gently guiding your mouth within millimeters of her own.

then before either of you could object the small gap was diminished, and your lips pressed together in an ever so tender kiss.

your stomach lurched at the feeling, alessias hand moving to softly rest on the back of your neck as yours tangled in her hair, your lips moving together in perfect unison, repeating a routine that despite the time that had passed was still burned into both your minds.

like clockwork alessia knew exactly how to kiss you to send your head spinning into oblivion like a top. ever so hesitantly her tongue swiped across your bottom lip, hand squeezing the back of your neck just a little bit as your mouth parted for her on instinct, her tongue roaming your mouth as the kiss deepened.

her hand let go of your neck, slowly slipping down to the small of your back as she tapped twice lightly, and without breaking contact for even a moment you both sat up.

alessias hands warm and familiar, gripped your hips to pull you to sit on her lap, her own legs stretched out straight as her hand returned to the back of your neck.

your own clasped her cheeks in your palms, pulling her even closer into you if that was even possible, your bodies flushed together tightly, blood racing red hot at the resuming of what once upon a time was both of your favorite past times.

but then still in a pleasure drunken haze, did reality actually kick in for the pair of you, both detaching and jumping away from one another as if you'd been electrically shocked.

you hastily sat back on the edge of the sofa as alessia scrambled to her feet, mumbling something incoherent and racing out the front door before you could even say another word, your head in the clouds and only yanked out at the sound of it slamming after her.

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