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gracexthoughts · 3 months

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Seven

jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!aunt!oc

content/warnings; canon typical incest, slight talk of death/violence, Alicent being rude, angst and fluff

summary; Jacaerys and Aelyria were childhood bestfriends, inseparable and mischievous, until the princess Rhaenyra moved her family to Dragonstone, leaving her youngest half sister without her closest companion. Nearly a decade later, King Viserys has decided the feud within his family too far gone and declared the betrothal of Prince Jacaerys to his youngest daughter to help heal the rift.

a/n; inspired by seven by taylor swift and jace’s talk with baela about fathers. I know this pairing has been done a lot but I really love it and hope I did it justice. about 4k words.

Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I, I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things?

“Aely!” The young prince Jacaerys called after the princess as she sprinted off into the woods. “Slow down!” Even though he was taller, she was quick and had run off before he could even get ready. Her laugh rings out over the grass as she darts into the woods, Jacaerys on her heels.

The entirety of the royal family, accompanied by many lords and ladies, had traveled to the Kingswood for a royal hunt in celebration of the Prince Jacaerys' 10th name day. As he is the future heir to the Iron Throne, the crown had spared no expense for the celebration. Jacaerys himself, however, was not at present interested in whatever creature was being tracked down in his name, his sights set on adventure with the young Princess Aelyria, the King and Queen’s youngest child. Having been born mere months apart, they had grown to be quite close; they trained with their dragons together in the Dragonpit, had discovered and begun exploring the passageways in the Red Keep, and Aelyria had taken to sneaking into the princes’ training sessions in her own desire to learn to fight along with her favorite nephew. And when she would inevitably get dragged away by her mother or the septa, Jace would sneak into her chambers later that evening with two training blades in hand to teach her what he had learned that day.

As Jacaerys breaks through the treeline, he runs straight into Aelyria, who had stopped suddenly in the woods, sending the pair tumbling forward in a heap of limbs. “Jace!” the princess cried, a laugh in her voice as they disentangled themselves and their cloaks.

“You’re the one who stopped!” Jace laughs in his defense. “Why did you? I thought we were racing to the creek,” he wonders, standing and extending his hand down to help up the princess, a princely boy even at his young age.

“I thought I saw something but we must have scared it off now,” she says, taking his hand and standing, not bothering to brush the dirt off her skirts. The princess’ lilac eyes flicker with mischief as she looks around the woods surrounding them, her eyes settling on a nearby tree with low branches fit for climbing. “C’mon!”

Before Jacaerys can respond, the princess is pulling herself up to the lowest branch, swinging her legs over with ease, not a care in the world for the preservation of her skirts. She was always quite boyish, never heading her mother’s lessons of ladylike manners and behaviors. The young prince has never minded though, enjoying her wildness and sense of adventure. A day with her was never boring.

Soon the young royals were high in the treeline, standing on either side of the large trunk balanced on branches as they took in the view around them. Their breaths were labored from the climb, their cheeks flushed and smiles wide. The ruckus of the hunt was left far behind and below them, not able to reach them in the trees. “I wish we could stay here forever,” the princess sighs, sitting down on her branch, her legs swinging.

“Why?” the prince asks, watching her curiously.

“It’s quiet,” she says softly, looking up at the still standing prince. “And beautiful and here my mother can’t yell at me to be more ladylike.” She rolls her eyes and mimics her mother’s intonation. Jacaerys laughs, climbing over and sitting next to the princess on her branch.

“When we are older, I’ll be King and I’ll command your mother to leave you be.”

“Will you let me be a knight?” the princess asks, excitement in her voice.

“If you’d like!” Jacaerys laughs. “You could be my sworn protector.”

“I’d be a brilliant knight.” the princess declares, straightening her back and puffing out her chest and the pair fall into giggles.

“Well I promise then, once I’m King I’ll make sure your mother can never tell you to be ladylike again!” Jacaerys declares, holding out his pinky to the girl, who smiles and links hers with his, thankful for him.

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you

Jacaerys makes his way through the dark halls of Dragonstone, his footsteps echoing through the hall as he makes his way to the Great Hall. Nearing his destination, the voices of his mother and stepfather leak out through the ajar door. He pauses for a moment, not wishing to walk in on an intimate moment.

“He says he wishes for it in the hope it will heal the rift between our families,” his mother says, her voice smooth and calm.

“So he may fall prey to their vicious children? How do we know this isn’t a Hightower scheme?” Daemon challenges with clear disdain in his voice.

“I cannot believe this idea came from Alicent nor Otto,” the princess responds.

“Does not mean she won’t take advantage of it. She may be instructing Aelyn on how to best manipulate him at this moment.”

“Her name is Aelyria, Daemon,” Rhaenyra corrects, peaking Jacareys’ interest further. His mother’s youngest half-sister was not a common topic of conversation in their home, even if she far preferred her half-sisters to her half- brothers. “They were friends when they were children; Jace doted on her even. It may prove to be a good match.”

Daemon opens his mouth to respond but stops when he sees Jacaerys entering the room with a questioning look on his face.

“Jace,” his mother says happily, smiling at him and motioning for him to come in. He obliges, his long stride carrying him through the room quickly to stand at the Painted Table with his mother and stepfather. “Apt timing. We just received word from your grandsire the King, he has suggested a match for you.”

“A match? Who?” the young prince inquires, his gaze darting between Rhaenyra and Daemon, acting as if he had not been eavesdropping.

“The Princess Aelyria. You are the same age, both unwed, and the King remembers how close you were as children,” his mother states, setting down the scroll of parchment in her hand on the table. “He thinks you would make a fine pair, and she a good Queen to have by your side.” Daemon scoffs slightly to her left, walking away to lean against the mantle above the hearth. Jacaerys stays silent for a moment. Marriage was something he knew would be coming but in truth, he hadn’t given it much thought. The princess he remembered was a small, spirited little girl with a quick wit and even quicker temper. She often snuck out of her own lessons to join the princes in their trainings, and trained in the Dragonpit alongside them for many years. He’d certainly held a boyhood crush on her then but Jacaeyrs struggles to imagine who she has grown into.

“What say you, Mother?” he asks finally, looking up from the Painted Table to meet her eyes.

“I quite agree with my father,” she says after a moment. “It would do well to have our line of succession shored up, and the princess would make a fine match. While she has a reputation for being a little wild, I also hear that she has a good heart and a kind reputation among the smallfolk that would strengthen your reign when the time comes,” She says, moving closer to her son, “But it is your opinion that matters most in this.”

“And of the Hightowers?” Daemon interjects from his place at the hearth, his eyes fixed on the flames.

“Even they are not above the will of the King,” Rhaenyra responds, “We would have to go to King’s Landing for the wedding, but we needn’t stay.” Jacaerys holds his mother’s gaze for a long moment, mulling the idea of marriage, to someone he hardly knows any longer, over in his mind. “So?”

“Yes, I accept,” he says with a nod, attempting to look more sure of himself than he feels. His mother smiles, raising his confidence slightly, and nods.

“Then I shall write to my father,” she says, and kisses Jacaerys’ forehead before retrieving the scroll from the table and retreating from the room. Jacaerys lingers for a moment, watching Daemon whose eyes are trained on his wife’s retreating figure.

“The Hightowers are scheming and dangerous. You should watch this girl carefully,” he says to the young prince finally.

“She’s not a Hightower, she’s a Targaryen,” Jacaerys responds quickly, already feeling protective over his betrothed.

“Same thing for that lot,” Daemon responds darkly before grabbing his sword from the table and following after the princess.

Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

The Prince grunts slightly as his feet hit the solid ground after lowering himself from Vermax’s back, stiff from the long ride. He and his mother have come to King’s Landing for the first time in many years so he and the princess can be reacquainted before their wedding in a moon. The rest of their family will come for the wedding but Rhaenyra wanted to avoid any repeat of the last time they were all together.

Jacaerys would never reveal this secret but he was quite nervous. He could barely remember the face of the princess, let alone what she could look like or what her personality was now. Was she still as wild and rebellious and boyish as she was or has she relented to her mother’s will and become a lady? Jacaerys watches quietly as his mother speaks with the guards, requesting a carriage be brought to take them back to the castle, and as the Dragonkeepers escort Vermax and Syrax into the Dragonpit. Jacaerys wonders if Vermax remembers his first home still, the place they first bonded. He is quickly torn from his thoughts as a shadow passes over them and looking up, he sees a beautiful white and golden dragon making its descent to the ground.

The dragon and her rider’s backs are facing the prince once they land but the woman in front of him was undoubtedly the princess, for he’d recognize her dragon, Starfyre, anywhere. He watches as the princess pats her dragon on the neck, before leaping from the saddle and landing easily on the ground. She faces away from him still, speaking to the Dragonkeeper in High Valyrian but the prince finds himself taking in every detail he can. Her silver gold hair is intricately braided to hang down to the small of her back, her legs are long and wrapped in trousers made for riding, and a black riding coat accentuates her curves and hangs to her knees, her voice is melodic and sure in her High Valyrian. She nods to the Dragonkeeper and turns, pulling her riding gloves off with her teeth before her lilac eyes find Jacaerys and Rhaenyra.

“Jace?” she calls, stepping away from her dragon and closer to him. She has the wide doe eyes of her mother still but everything else of her is Targaryen through and through, sharp features and high cheekbones, and her smile more beautiful than Jacaerys remembers it.

“Aely,” he responds with a smile, resting his hands on the hilt of his sword, unsure of where else to put them.

“I didn’t think you were arriving until later this evening,” the princess says, her eyes scanning the prince. Like Jacaerys, she has spent much time wondering how the boy she knew has changed into the man she’s been betrothed to and she is stunned at what she finds. His face is angular and handsome framed by long dark curls. He is tall and lean while still appearing strong, his warm brown eyes the exact same as she recalls.

“We got an earlier start than expected,” Rhaenyra steps forward, “How are you, sister?”

“I am well, and you?” Aelyria nods. Rhaenyra has always been her favorite sibling, even if they weren’t close. She looked up to the women as a child, and her mother’s distaste towards the princess made Aelyria feel a certain kinship with her half sister.

“We are well. Are you headed back to the Keep?”

“I am, would you ride back with me?” she offers, motioning to the carriage pulling up to the gates of the Dragonpit.

“That is kind, thank you,” Rhaenyra says with a smile, and a wink for her son, and moves toward the carriage but Aelyria hangs back, her eyes trailing over her betrothed again.

“You are much changed since I last saw you,” the prince says, stepping forward.

“I can say the same for you, nephew,” she says, failing to keep her mischievous smile from her face. Jace had always hated when she called him that as children, but he can’t find the annoyance in him at the moment, too entranced by the sound of her voice. Instead he laughs and shakes his head, holding his arm out to escort the princess to the carriage so they can make their way back to the Red Keep.

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

Jacareys wanders through the halls of the Red Keep, familiarity and strangeness battling in his mind. The castle has changed much in the near decade of his absence and yet, he could see it as it was in his youth: the halls the same he and his brother ran through, the Dragonpit the same as it was the first day he rode Vermax, the secret passages the same as when he and Aelyria discovered them as children. Jacareys found himself mindlessly making his way to the training yard, allured by the sound of steel against steel.

Jacareys steps into the training yard to find Princess Aelyria and Prince Aemond sparing in the center. He remembers well how she would watch the princes in training, even picking up a sword and practicing herself before being run off by Ser Cristen or her mother or the septa. She’s grown much in the years since he last saw her, her skills far outpacing that of which he had imagined. Jacareys watches as she circles Aemond, striking, blocking and dodging with surprising speed and accuracy. Jacareys finds his gaze drawn to her legs, unhidden by skirts as she stands in trousers, the riding coat she favors tossed over a training dummy.

Princess Aelyria’s laughter echoes off the walls of the yard as she stands up from her dodge of her brother’s blunted sword, having ducked and rolled under the blade to recover behind him. Aemond turns around in frustration, swinging again with his blade as Aelyria reaches up to block his attack before stepping under his reach and elbowing the prince in the side. With her small stature and lesser strength, the princess had learned that speed and agility were her friends in bouts and quickly excelled in her capabilities. Aemond grunts from the blow to his side, his steps staggering slightly as his sister circles him, waiting for her to recover.

“Ready to yield, brother?” she taunts, her lips turned up in a smirk.

“You’re the one running,” he bemoans, righting himself and raising his sword, readying to strike again but lowers his blade, his eyes fixed over Aelyria’s shoulder with a sly smile. “Come to train, nephew?” The princess turns, her eyes finding Jacaerys pushing off the wall, his brown eyes trained on the prince.

“To speak with my betrothed,” he answers, his gaze shifting to Aelyria and softening for her. Aemond eyes narrow, upset at the match as much as his mother, leveling a menacing glare at his nephew before taking his leave without another word. “He doesn’t like me,” Jacaerys states, as the door to the yard slams, and turns back to Aelyria who chuckles.

“Aemond likes no one,” she responds, leaning on the training blade, "He merely tolerates me as he has no one else to spar with save Cole."

“It may be,” the prince says, suddenly feeling uneasy under her gaze. “When did the Queen surrender to your training?”

“Soon after your leave, if I remember correctly. They grew weary of disciplining me with no effect,” the princess smirks.

“As you always hoped,” they chuckle, a hint of their old familiarity returning. The prince glances at the table of training weapons. “Care for another round?”

“If you can keep up,” she smirks, tossing him the blade Aemond had left in his wake. Aelyria makes the first move, but Jacaerys quickly counters. He holds back at first, unsure of fighting with a woman, but he quickly learns that Aelyria is quite capable and a formidable opponent and he begins to let loose. They are well matched, meeting blow for blow until both of them are sweaty and panting.

“You fight well,” the prince compliments, his chest rising and falling quickly and a curl sticking to his damp forehead.

“Thank you, you do as well. Much better than when you would teach me in my chambers,” Aelyria laughs, wiping at her hairline where baby hairs stick to her skin.

“You make it sound quite scandalous,” Jacaerys jests, setting aside the training blades.

“It was to us then,” the princess points out, remembering how careful they were to not get caught.

“True enough,” he laughs, his eyes lost in hers, the soft lilac of her irises beautiful and intriguing to him as ever. “You know, I’ve missed you, in truth. I never had as much fun alone as with you here,” the prince says softly, stepping forward and brushing a stray hair from the princess’ brow. The air becomes thick between them, their eyes locked together.

“I missed you too, my brothers are poor company compared to you-”

“Aelyria!” The voice of the Queen rings out over the courtyard, startling the Jacaerys and Aelryia who back away from each other quickly. The queen stalks over to her daughter, grabbing her arm roughly. Aelyria’s face sours and she yanks her arm from her mother’s grip, leveling her with a hard stare. “You have a dress fitting you are currently missing and you look a mess. I thought you could put away this foolishness for one hour. You would think this is my wedding for as much as you seem to care about it!”

“Mother, I-”

“I apologize, your Grace. The princess had finished near an hour ago but I stepped in. I don’t have many sparring partners save my brothers on Dragonstone. The fault is mine,” Jacaerys steps in, unable to ignore the anger bubbling in his stomach at the queen’s treatment of her daughter.

“Price Jacaerys, it is good to see you again. I am afraid I cannot stay, but I hope you are settling back in well,” Alicent says to the prince, her face barely masking her distaste of him, before she turns back to her daughter. “Come, Aelyria.” Jacaerys watches as the princess takes a deep breath and, flashing him an apologetic smile, turns to follow her mother back into the castle.

Please picture me In the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously Any time I wanted

“Come in,” Aelyria calls softly at the knock on her door. Jacaerys steps into her chambers at her permission and smiles as he closes the door. “Hi.”

“Hi,” the prince says softly, moving to sit next to Aelyria at the table in the center of her room. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I did not mean to keep you and I regret that I did.”

“I do not. I could have been bathed and early and perfectly excited and she still would have found something wrong. The fault is not yours,” the princess assures, placing a hand over his and squeezing gently. Before she can pull her hand back, Jacaerys clasps his hand to hers, relishing the feeling.

“I’m sure it is hard for girls and their mothers as it is with boys and fathers,” the prince says sympathetically.

“Is it hard, with you and your stepfather?” The princess asks, her eyes on their hands.

“Sometimes, it was strange at first but he’s been my father almost as long as my actual father was,” Jacaerys shrugs.

“You know, I don’t think I ever got to tell you how sorry I was for you when your father passed,” Aelyria says softly.

“Oh,” the prince says, surprised by her and shakes his head. “Seems so long ago now but I was glad he passed on Driftmark, I know he missed it while away.”

“That’s not who I meant,” the princess says, and Jacaerys, on instinct stiffens at the realization she means Ser Hardin Strong, and not Leanor Velaryon from whom Jace received his name. “I don’t hold it against you like my mother and brothers do. Seems a silly thing for them to care so much about,” Aelryia adds quickly, sensing his unease.

“Really?” Jacaerys eyes find hers, shock shining in the dark brown of them.

“You wouldn’t be you if you had another father and I’ve always quite liked you as you are,” the princess smiles, her thumb grazing against the back of Jacaerys’ hand as a slight blush colors his cheeks. “What was he like?” She asks after a moment.

“He was gentle, and fierce… They called him Breakbones,” Jacaerys smiles, Aelyria along with him, but there’s a sadness in his eyes still. “He loved us, I think.”

“Of course he did. Otherwise he would not have defended you so fiercely against Cole.”

“You remember that?”

“I do,” Aelyria nods, leaning back in her chair. “It was the first time I saw a true fight. I remember thinking that I had to learn how to fight like that. It felt so necessary, like it was all I wanted… Your father gave me that.” Jacaerys blinks at her for a moment, a strange smile on his lips. “What?” He shakes his head slightly.

“No one ever calls him my father, not even my mother,” he says after a moment, looking down to where their hands are intertwined on the table. “It’s nice,” he adds after a breath.

“He’d be proud of you, of who you’ve become,” Aelyria says suddenly, sitting forward and using her free hand to lift Jacaerys’ chin.

“He’d be happy we’re betrothed,” Jacaerys smiles, leaning closer to the princess.

“Really?”

“Yes,” he nods, “I remember one time, he happened to be watching training and you had just gotten dragged away by the Queen but you had put up a good fight before you left and he said, ‘There’s a warrior if I’ve ever seen one.’ I remember looking up at him and he just winked at me, almost like he knew.”

“I wish I had known him better,” Aelyria says softly after a moment and Jacaerys nods, squeezing her hand.

“Me too…” Jacaerys nods. For a moment, the pair sit in a comfortable silence, gazing at each other, taking in the fact that they’re together again after all this time. “Do you remember that hunt we had on my tenth nameday? When we ran off into the woods, hiding in the trees?” Aelyria laughs, the memory washing over her at his question and nods.

“Yes, I do. Oh, what fun we had that day. We only got found because we could not stop laughing as they rode underneath us. Mother was so angry I ruined that dress,” they laugh at the memory together. Even though it had ended in a scolding for each of them, neither ever regretted that day.

“I remember what I promised that day, and I swear I’ll keep it. Now that we’re betrothed, you are mine, and I am yours and once we’re wed, I’ll make sure you never have to heed your mother unless you wish to,” Jacaerys leans forward, intensity in his gaze as he makes this promise to Aelyria. “I quite like you as you are, and I won’t have her try to change you.”

Aelyria smiles gratefully, wondering how she got so lucky as to be marrying this man; the boy she grew up with and loved as a girl, and the man sitting in front of her, with all his fierceness and devotion. Aelyria, too moved to speak, leans forward instead, pressing their lips together softly in thanks. Jacaerys doesn’t miss a beat, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he kisses her back. Her hand winds in his hair and their hands hold to each other tighter on the table between them. As their lips part, they don’t move away, instead connecting their brows together. They smile at each other, giddy in their love, hearts beating rapidly as one, as they always have and always will. I, I Sweet tea in the summer Cross my heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Pack your dolls and a sweater We'll move to India forever Passed down like folk songs Our love lasts so long

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A/N: Hope I did it justice! I read a FILTHY fic from @planetblaque, make sure you check her fic out here! Good & Plenty

Ruined

Pairing: Daddy Dom!Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving), teasing, size kink, dirty talk, face sitting, mean Terry, daddy kink, praise kink, overstimulation, reader is able to be picked up, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, rushing.

Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry has been spending more time in the gym lately, preferring to retreat into his head like he often does. Tonight, however, you aim to take his mind off of his worries if only for a little while.

Word Count: 3,232k

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A/N: Ya'll don't ask about this man no more! I need to focus on this book, lordt LOL. He has rotted my brain, enjoy! Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Your favorite part of your nightly routine was watching Terry workout. He was never more so in his element then when he was pumping iron, blasting his metal music, and in the zone. He became so focused, lifting weights, leg day, arm day, biceps, triceps, and whatever else he managed to hone into a deadly weapon.

You joined him most nights, but quickly became entranced in the way he lifted his body doing pull ups. Or working his legs out on the machine. Your home gym was nothing to sniff at. Making him deck it out in all of the equipment he ever wanted when he got his settlement from Shelby Springs.

You liked using the bike mostly, setting a program, and pretending to ride up the side of a mountain. You were able to zone out, picturing the mountain air and the subtle breeze. It was a wonderful sight to behold but did little in comparison to Terry’s massive form.

Terry had been a little distant lately, spending more and more time in the gym instead of resting. You entered the gym now to find him facing the wall of mirrors along the far wall, watching himself as he lifted heavy weights in his arms, doing curls.

Something was bothering him. You bit your lip as you watched him. What could it be?

He was focused, not even noticing that you were standing in the doorway. He wore a dusky blue tank and black shorts, compression shorts underneath showing off massive thighs. His earphones were in his ear, probably listening to his favorite band.

You thought over what could possibly be his problem… it occurred to you. It was the anniversary of all the shit that went down. Losing his cousin, violence, racism. You sighed, wondering why he didn’t say anything. Then again, he wasn’t the type of man to burden others with his thoughts.

You sauntered into the gym, taking off your pajama shirt as you did so. You wore no bra underneath so you were bare to the heated room. Your eyes were trained on Terry beside you, soaking through his tank top with sweat. The tattoos on his forearm moved with him, the star and moon on his arm curling.

You stopped beside him, taking off your sleep shorts and panties in one fell swoop. You grabbed your own set of weights and went through a series of light reps, stretching out your limbs and loosening up your body.

Terry looked over at you and then faced forward. He did a double take, nearly dropping the weights in his hands. He caught them at the last minute, placing them down on the dumbbell rack.

“What you doing?” He asked, a smirk curving his face. He took out one of his earbuds.

“Working out, what does it look like?” You asked. You didn’t look directly at him, opting to look at him in the mirror. That was easier. Easier to admire his face without having to look at his eyes dead on. Sometimes it seemed like he looked right down to your soul.

He licked his lips, siding up to you. He was huffing with exertion, reaching up to grab your shoulder. You sidestepped him, tsking at him. “You didn’t finish your workout,” you said.

“You gon’ do me like that?” His voice. Good god. He pitched it even lower, sounding put out and superior at the same time.

“Finish your workout. Go on,” you said. You switched up your stretches, adding in lunges and stretching your thighs.

Terry admired what you were doing, the jiggle in your ass, and the sway of your breasts as you moved. He looked at you in the mirror and you smiled at him. He nodded and then yanked off his tank top.

You faltered in your own routine. His body was insanely ripped. Like a lifelike painting. Like an artist painted each and every ab. You admired the way his body moved. Effortless. Easy. His eyes were trained on you as he took off his shorts and compression shorts, letting his dick spring free.

He was already semi-hard, long and thick, as the tip slapped against his inner thigh. He pulled his other earbud out, tapping away on his phone to put on a playlist you both enjoyed to pump through the house’s speakers. “Coming Undone” by Korn began to blast through the speakers and the dirty beat had you feeling excited. The vibrations in the floor tingled your bare feet. He moved back to retrieve his weights, standing beside you as you both got into your workout routines.

No words were spoken as you looked at each other, eyes dragging along each other’s bodies like a physical caress. His wide chest glistened with sweat as he pumped his arms, curling those biceps that you just wanted to sink your teeth into.

Your plan was to take his mind off of things, coax him into relaxing, and then talk about what was in his head. But you were making your own self bothered, staring at his lean hips, thick thighs, and strong legs.

Your pussy throbbed, as you stared at his dick moving with his effort. Wet slick starting to pool between your legs.

You grunted as you lifted shaking arms to put away your weights. You weren’t as skilled as him and that was okay. You would work yourself up to his level. Sculpting your own body the way you wanted.

You free-stretched, lifting your arms above your head and pushing out your chest. The room seemed to get hotter. You felt every inch of Terry’s gaze on your body. Everywhere his eyes roamed, your body tingled. You were connected to him on a deep, spiritual level.

Terry put away his own weights, the metal clanging above the music playing. The song continued to blast, making your body sway to the chorus. Terry stalked forward, licking his lips, eyes looking his fill as he approached you.

“Time for pushups,” you said.

Terry smirked, encroaching into your personal space. He leaned down to kiss you and you turned your head at the last minute, making him kiss your cheek. He chuckled. “You think you’re cute,” he said against your skin.

You shrugged, a big smile on your face. “Just a little,” you said. You pinched your fingers to show him how much. He laughed, sinking down to his knees. He got into position, facing the mirrors. You climbed onto his back. He tested a few push ups before flicking his eyes towards yours in the mirror.

Wordlessly, he began. He lifted you with ease, not a grunt on him as he kept going, kept pumping his arms. Sweat dripped from his face. You felt his muscles bunch between your legs. You giggled, excited from the high of being lifted on his powerful back.

“Good Daddy,” you purred on top of him.

Terry stopped, staring at you. You smirked and leaned forward, redistributing your weight so you didn’t hurt him. You licked the shell of his ear and he shivered from head to foot. “Such a good Daddy to me,” you moaned in his ear.

Terry shook his head, starting up the push ups again. You rubbed his back, caressing him, scratching your nails against his skin. He groaned, body shuddering again. You continued to tease him, running your nails anywhere you could touch.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“I can’t wait until you’re all done, sweaty, feeding me that long dick of yours,” you purred in his ear.

Terry stopped again, arms extended. He smirked at you. God, he was fucking beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. He literally took your breath away whenever you saw him. A sigh carried off in the wind.

Music thumped as you looked at each other. Your thoughts were probably broadcast all over your face. You took a quick peek at yourself. You were perched on top of him like a lazy, feline goddess. Brown skin gleaming, eyes low, bottom lip between your teeth. You looked so pretty like this. Felt pretty. Felt amazing because he made you feel like you were flying every time you were with him.

You moaned, thinking of him. Of how wonderful he truly was to you. An entire gift. You rubbed yourself on his back, finding that little bit of friction to keep you going. “Oh shit,” you moaned, head falling forward onto his shoulder. You moaned, getting yourself there.

“Hol’ up.” Terry’s rough voice cut through your fog. He lowered himself to the ground and he rolled to the side to let you off. You climbed off of him and then faced him on the floor.

“You think you get to play with what’s mine?” He asked. He got to his feet, pulling you up with him.

Your thighs tingled as he stepped into your personal space. He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto the weight bench. He straddled it, laying down. You hopped onto him, and he groaned. He must feel the slick between your thighs rubbing against his stomach. His muscles flexed beneath you and you closed your eyes, pussy fluttering.

“Mine,” he growled, winking at you. He pulled you to slide over onto his face, lips sliding through your folds.

“Oh, god,” you sighed and moaned.

Terry hummed, licking his lips. You felt the entire motion, pussy growing wetter from the action. He began to lick you in earnest, moaning between your legs. You gripped onto the weight bar above the bench, held on for dear life, as your legs shook.

The song switched to “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Terry followed the erratic beat, flicking his tongue across your clit rapidly, making you shake and twitch on top of him. “Oh, fuck, Terry, shit, oh fuck,” you moaned.

Terry chuckled, gripping onto your ass and spreading your ass cheeks. Terry wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled. You screamed, your toes pushing you off of him from the ground. Terry held on, using his tongue to tease around your entrance.

Stars were blinking on and off in your mind’s eye, lower belly burning with desire. “Terry,” you begged, voice weak and pathetic. Oh fuck, you were about to cum. You began to sink onto his face, putting all your weight down when Terry moved his lips. He pulled away from your entrance right before you were about to cum.

You groaned, leaning back to look at his eyes. There was something deeply erotic about those mesmerizing eyes staring up at you from between your thick thighs. He winked at you and then pushed you off of him.

He sat up so that you straddled his lap. “Ready to stop playing games?” He asked, wiping your essence off.

“Who’s playing?” You asked. You blinked at him innocently, wrapping your arms around his neck. His dick was nestled in your ass, growing harder as you rubbed yourself against him. He hissed, hands flying to your waist to steady you.

You kept moving, kept rocking and rolling your hips so that your wet pussy rubbed against him. “Baby, the games have just begun,” you leaned down and whispered in his ear.

He pulled back, his eyes crinkling as a smile split his face. It was a predatory grin, full of evil intent as he kissed you. You sighed, nibbling on his big, juicy lips. He suckled your bottom lip into his mouth, and you moaned, canting your hips forward once again.

“Another Way” by Sleep Theory came on, turning up the heat. The heavy beginning reverberated under your skin as you scratched at his nape. You moaned into each other’s mouths. Terry’s hands on your waist were no longer hindering you from rubbing on him, grinding on him.

Terry cursed, his hand slipping between your legs. “Good fuckin’ girl. Getting wet for Daddy,” he said in awe.

“You make me so fuckin’ horny, I can’t stand it,” you confessed, capturing his lips with yours again. It was all true. The way his body felt beneath your questing fingers. Tracing every vein, every muscle, every inch of skin. It all served to turn you on more, drive your desire higher, reaching new heights.

“Let me train that throat,” he said, more of a command than a question. You smirked as you slid off of him, already planning your method of attack.

Terry scooted forward on the weight bench, and you gripped his thighs for stability as you lowered to the floor. You smiled, grabbed his dick, and rubbed the bead of pre-cum across your lips.

Terry moaned, licked his lips, tilting his head at you. Your pussy throbbed at the way it made his eyes narrow, made him look cocky. You aimed to change that. You opened your mouth, sucking him down and he groaned as you took him down to the base.

It was hard, no lie, considering his size. But fuck, you were greedy. You breathed through your nose and then slowly dragged him out of your mouth, making sure to lick every inch of him.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. He grabbed the sides of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek, before moving your head faster, making you take more of him.

Silly boy. You resisted, pushing against his hold. He grunted before he let up and that’s when you took over. Giving him the sloppiest, messiest, nastiest head you’d ever given him. “Shit, let me get out yo way,” he breathed, his moans competing with the sounds of the song playing in the background.

You stroked him as you sucked him off, his tip leaking cum. The salty taste of him made you moan, made your thighs tingle. You moved your fingers between your folds, rubbing your own clit as you sucked him off.

Curses flew from his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Fuck, he was perfect. Absolutely perfect. His mouth dropped open, jaw going slack. He groaned, eyes crinkling with the effort. You took him deep, near gagging, bobbing up and down on his length like you were trying to suck the soul out of his body.

“Shit, slow down,” he said, voice growing needy.

You didn’t listen. You kept going, kept going faster, shaking with the effort. Rocking back and forth on your fingers and bringing your own pleasure back to the front. Back from where he teased.

“Damn girl,” he moaned. His jaw flexed with restrained effort. You moaned around his dick, humming, flicking your tongue across his sensitive tip. You suckled him there, drooling. Your saliva and his pre-cum dribbled down your chin. You locked eyes with him, spat on his dick, and then sucked him back down. Returning to the pace you set, sucking with extra pressure.

“Fuck, fuck,” he panted, his hips pushing up. He tapped your cheek softly and you reluctantly pulled off of him. His huffing breaths were better than the music. His eyes turned deep blue like a lagoon, drunk with pleasure.

His eyes narrowed, staring at you like you stole something. You licked your lips, licking up any extra taste of him. He watched you do it, before he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him.

He kissed you, lips soft and sweet. You opened your mouth to him, to his exploring tongue, to the bite of his teeth. You moaned, hands trapped by your side.

He stood up abruptly, pulling you over to the mirrors. He wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing your back against the cold, smooth glass.

You yelped, trying to get away from it. Your skin was too heated for it, too sensitive. “Terry, please,” you moaned.

“My turn, baby girl,” he said. He grinned, sliding into you with no preamble. Your mouth dropped open with a scream as he split you open.

“T-T-,”

“Shh, shh, Daddy’s got you,” he cooed as he moved in you like he was punishing you. He was relentless, moving like a jackhammer. Like a well-oiled machine. He held your legs spread open, taking his dick.

“T-too, mu-uch,” you cried, pussy flooding his dick. He was pounding into you so good, your vision turned black. Your ears began to ring. Your back tapped the mirror, shaking it, with the force of his deep thrusts.

“Too much?” He asked.

You held onto his shoulder, nails digging. “Too good, too good,” you moaned.

He moaned with you, synching up your sounds and bringing a new level of intimacy to the moment. He stared in your eyes, nose to nose, heavy breaths fanning across each other’s faces. The wet, dripping mess you made was leaking down your ass and leg, growing wetter.

“How ‘bout now?” He asked. He increased his thrusts, angling you so that he was fucking up into you. The tip of his dick rubbed against a deep spot inside of you, rubbing up into you and making you see stars again. His dick was huge, splitting you, and god it felt so fucking amazing.

“Meanie,” you whimpered, grip growing weak.

Terry kissed along your jaw, your cheeks. “So fuckin’ pretty. So fuckin’ good for me. Such a good girl, creamin’ on this dick. You always know just what Daddy needs, huh?” He asked.

“Daddy, please! Please let me cum, please, please,” You begged.

His dick throbbed and you crumpled, falling into that abyss of pleasure. Where it filled up your entire being. All of the teasing and edging just sent you overboard, losing yourself and finding yourself in an endless loop of give and take. You twitched and jerked, moaning loud in his ear.

“Fuck. Grip that shit. Show Daddy you love it,” he said. “Show me. Show me.” His thrusts grew frenzied, hips out of alignment, as he lifted one of your legs higher on his hip and then groaned as he climaxed.

His hot, pulsing seed filled you to the brim. “Ahh, that’s my good girl. Take all of me,” he cooed.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned.

You lazily found each other’s lips. He stilled against you, deeply lodged inside like he lived there. Like he didn’t want to leave. Hell, you didn’t want him to leave either. If you could live like this, you would. Never going a moment without him buried in your pussy where he belonged. Where he was always meant to be.

Terry kissed your temple and slowly, so slowly, pulled out of you. He looked down as he watched himself exit, a thick load of cum spilling out behind him. Your pussy contracted, trying to push him all out. You shivered as the cum slipped down, leaking onto the ground.

“Ruined,” he said, smug smile to accompany his words. You looked up at him and kissed him, needing his lips on yours just one more time.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you whispered against his lips. He smiled against yours, leaning back just far enough to look you in the eye.

“I think I have a few ideas for the sauna,” he said.

“The sauna?” You asked. He fucked you so well, you didn’t think you could walk straight at the moment. However, there were plenty of areas to sit in the sauna. Light bulbs flashed in your mind, thinking of what dirty schemes he was up to.

Terry grinned, turning away from the mirrors and heading towards the sauna. You giggled and talked to him the entire way there.

The end.

There will be more, but seriously ya'll. Stawp distracting me! The Secret Terry Richmond Files

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darkbluekies · 7 months

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hedwig valentine story pls pls ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Sweet like a Dior lip balm<3

Female!yandere oc x yn

Summary: valentines with your rich girlfriend is always sweet

Warnings: none?

Valentine’s special

You’re awoken by Hedwig softly caressing your face. with a yawn, you open your eyes and meet her hazel ones that are staring at you. A wide smile spreads on her face as you notice her. She’s dressed in her light blue satin pajamas — that she insisted to match with your green one.

“Sit up, I have something for you”, Hedwig smiles and helps you up into a sitting position.

You think that she is awfully excited this early in the morning. Carefully, you glance at the clock on the bed side table. Seven am.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t sleep”, she smiles. “I was way too excited.”

“For what?” you yawn.

“‘For what’? My love, it’s, Valentine’s day!”

“Oh, right.”

You haven’t gotten anything for her, because when you tried to go out and buy something for her, she threw a fit because you wanted to go alone. That’s her own fault, you think.

“I have the entire day planned!” Hedwig smiles widely, clapping her hands excitedly. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

She places two neatly wrapped gifts on your legs while watching with big eyes as you open them. She has given you a rolex watch and a lip balm from Dior.

“Why this?” you ask and hold up the lip balm.

Hedwig giggles and opens the balm, swiping it along your lips.

“Because I’m going to kiss you a million times today”, she smiles and pecks your lips sweetly. “And this makes it very nice. It’s my favorite one and I think that you would like one too.”

“It’s nice”, you reply, feeling it on your lips.

Hedwig smiles. Her eyes are filled with love to the point that you wonder if she’s going to cry. She looks like she’s filled with bigger emotions than her body can handle.

A knock on the door makes Hedwig gasp. She runs over to the door and lets her private chef come in, holding a tray in his hands. He places it on the bed and you can only drool over the thick, fluffy pancakes and multiple side dishes. The chef leaves and Hedwig smiles at you, nodding at the plates.

“It’s yours”, she smiles. “All yours.”

“For me?” you question, even if it was clear that she had made her chef create this just for you. “Thank you.”

She watches you as you try the pancakes, and smiles widely when you make sounds of satisfaction.

“I haven’t gotten you anything”, you say sheepishly. “You never let me go out and get you something.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Hedwig exclaims and sounds genuinely surprised that you thought of that. “I already have everything I need. Just seeing you happy is all that I could ever wish for.”

She sprints up from the bed and over to her wardrobe where you have gotten your own little corner. She picks out a newly ironed outfit you own.

“Do you want to wear this?” she asks, although you know that you will wear that no matter what. “It will match my dress.”

You nod. Hedwig smiles happily and handbags the outfit on the chair in the corner of the room. You get to change into the clothes once you have eaten and she helps you fix yourself. She styles your hair, takes care of your face and gives you jewelry. Carefully, she swipes the Dior lip balm over your lips, cups your cheeks and kisses you.

“I love you so much”, she whispers lovingly. “You are everything I could ever need. I’m so lucky.”

You smile slightly. You never know what to answer when she bombards you with love. You never feel like anything you respond is enough.

Two hours after waking up, you’re out of the house, hand in hand with your girlfriend. She looks like a doll, with curled hair, pink satin dress and a white handbag. Sometimes, you feel inferior to her, even though she is the one worshiping you.

“Where are we going?” you ask as Hedwig’s driver opens the car doors for the two of you.

“It’s a secret”, she smiles. “But I promise that you’re going to like it!”

During the entire car ride, you listen to music that you like, on Hedwig’s demand. You start to wonder if she has confused Valentine's day with your birthday.

The car stops outside a Cafe and your eyes widens as you see the sign over the door, and the kittens in the window.

“You're kidding”, you gasp. “A cat Cafe?”

Hedwig smiles widely and nods excitedly. Her chauffeur opens your door and lets the both of you out. Hedwig drags you over to the door and you’re welcomed by two kittens that want to say hi. You pet them as Hedwig talks to the waiter about your reservation. The little kitten licks your fingers and purrs loudly.

“Come, sweetheart”, Hedwig says and pats your shoulder. “We’ll be shown to our table.”

You let go of the little cat and joins Hedwig. You notice how the cat follows you with happy eyes. Hedwig giggles at the sight. You get to sit down by a window in the corner of the room, away from the other guests.

“Here’s the menu, I will be back in a little while”, the waiter smiles, gives you two folders and leaves.

You start to look through the menu and feel how the little cat jumps up on your lap.

“It’s following me”, you chuckle.

“Yeah …”, Hedwig smiles as her unreadable smile slowly, carefully, widens.

“Aren’t you going to see what you want?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah …”

She looks down into the menu, skimming through. You decide to get yourself a vanilla milkshake and a piece of chocolate cake. Hedwig orders a soda with a strawberry shortcake. She stares at you while you pet the cat that has fallen asleep in your lap.

“I can already tell that you will be a great parent”, she smiles. “When we have our kids we have to get a pet too.”

“A cat?” you ask.

“Not necessarily. I would love a dog. A pomeranian perhaps … or a poodle.”

You take a sip of your milkshake, and of course Hedwig wants to taste. She wants to take a bite of your chocolate cake as well, and you start to wonder if she ordered different food from you to be able to taste more.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am”, she says. “I don’t dare to think about what would have happened if we would have never met, if you’d never have transferred to my school. I can’t picture my life without you. We graduate this summer, and then we’re free … and we can do what we want. Isn’t that fantastic?”

“I think that I’m going to go to university”, you say.

“Oh, really? You don’t have to study, you know that right? You won’t even have to work. We can live on my money.”

“But I would like to continue studying.”

Hedwig looks genuinely shocked that you want to continue your studies.

“I want to contribute to society”, you say. “Somehow.”

“We will”, Hedwig says and smiles widely. “But we won’t have to suffer for it! I’m going to be a runway model and you can do whatever you want. Indulge in your hobbies!”

You decide to not fight against her and instead enjoy the cake you ordered.

The day continues with you and Hedwig petting cats and enjoying the food. Hedwig moves over the table to sit beside you while you play with a little kitten. She hugs your arm, leaning her chin on your shoulder.

The sun sets early this time of year, and Hedwig insists on taking a walk around the wealthy neighborhood she lives in. The houses are three times the size of yours and worth more than your entire family’s income put together. Despite being with Hedwig for months now, you can’t still feel comfortable — you feel like you’re trying to be someone you’re not. Although cold and dark, it was nice to walk alongside Hedwig.

“I know that this is supposed to be a ‘hot girl’ walk … but I’m cold”, you shiver.

Hedwig turns to you and takes your hands between hers, blowing warm air. She’s always loving in every action she does. You’re impressed that a girl as wealthy and spoiled as Hedwig isn’t unbearable. She has never been insufferable, although you have noticed that she can be out of touch, but she has never been entitled.

“Are you feeling better?” she asks sweetly.

“When can we go inside?” you question.

“When we’re cold enough.” She smiles slightly. “Otherwise the hot chocolate won’t taste as good.”

“What have you planned?”

“I’ve planned for us to snuggle down on the couch in the living room, watch a movie and drink hot chocolate.”

You can’t help but enjoy the idea.

“You’re going to fall asleep before the movie starts though”, you tease her.

“I will not!” she protests, but you know that she believes that as well.

You’re not sure that she has ever been able to watch an entire movie with you. Her excuse is that she feels so safe and comfortable with you that she gets tired, and eventually falls asleep.

When you return inside, her father’s staff has already fixed the living room with romantic lit candles and steaming chocolate for the two of you. You change into pajamas and climb under a heavy blanket on the big couch with Hedwig right beside you.

“Tastes better when you’re cold, don’t it?” she smiles. “I learned it when we were skiing when I was a kid. Now, I can only drink hot chocolate when I’m cold.”

You nod. Hedwig smiles and kisses your lips to lick off the whipped cream and giggles. You smile.

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Hedwig has dozed off on your shoulder, holding your hand in hers.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere fics #yandere oc x reader #yandere stories #female yandere #soft yandere

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echabodecranr · 1 month

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SAY HELLO TO I.M.P !!!!

Your favorite "Immediate Murder Professionals"

(Kids die for free !)

Description:

This is my redesign to the I.M.P (Loona is coming too and the line arts). They are part of my Hazbin Hotel project called the Limbo Hotel, basically a rewrite with some Ocs and a lot of redesigns.

Their background is slightly different, I will reveal them soon when I do the line arts.

Curiosities:

In my version Wrath Imps like Millie have goat features and only 3 fingers in each hand.

The greed Imps like Moxxie have 4 fingers, bigger hands and claws, a more orange tone, a snoot and sharper horns to remember more of a dragon.

Blitz is a hybrid, a mix of a greed Imp with a Succubus so......He is a special case. He is blind from the right eye, and instead of a tattoo the circus symbol is actually an hot iron mark like what farmers do with cattle.

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tastesousweet · 8 months

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (iv) - pt 1 pt 2 p3

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : maybe the only way matt and y/n can stand being around each other is to fuck each other

warnings : weed, alcohol/drinking, smut (slightly rough but not very?? pretty filthy tho), profanity

mickey speaks : rlly hate how the smut turned out but maybe its jus me being a perfectionist + i changed a lot of shit ab UCLA (mostly grad dates) to fit into my narrative okay, i knowwww. only sorta proofread bc ive been busy, enjoy <3

THIS IS PART FOUR GO READ THE FIRST THREE PARTS DUHH

"FUCK!"

the turn of spring to summer in LA is typically the most eventful time of year. more parties are thrown than ever before in celebration of the season change, the boom of tourism begins, and of course school years are ending.

you celebrated your college graduation from UCLA only a week ago, with a large dinner at your favorite seafood restaurant and your friends all excitedly in attendance. matt was also there but you let it be known you invited him only so you wouldn’t feel bad (though he claims he wouldn’t have cared if you did or not).

you also shared an excruciating breakfast that same morning with your parents (both suffocating you with their traditional views that reminded you exactly why you moved hours away from them to attend school). you were cautious to wear items of clothing that would hide your tattoo and kept any conversations on the topic of your schooling rather than outside interests (not that they even care to ask) out of fear you may expose your routine of going out to party most weekends.

your brother was also at breakfast and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep a positive attitude for you. you immediately noticed his wet face when you gave him a full hug after your ceremony, which made you cry, mostly out of missing him and love.

"it's not that bad!" andrea looks at you in the mirror as she continues to give herself soft curls.

“how the fuck did i manage to make this one downturned and this one up,” you reply in frustration while you point to either wing of eyeliner on your grimaced face.

andrea giggles and aims the stick of the curling iron at makeup remover lying in the sink, “just get a q-tip and fix it, cariño.” (“honey”)

you move around her to grab a q-tip from a small jar in the medicine cabinet before following her instructions, getting extra close to the mirror.

remi barges in the bathroom dressed in a mini skirt and a detailed patterned top, “hi nick!” she exclaims to her phone screen, placing it down on the counter while untwisting her lipgloss.

you can see nick’s awkward face as he sits in the car (making his camera jump at any dip or bump in the road), “sooo…this better be erin’s bathroom ceiling im staring at.”

“and if i say it’s not?” remi giggles to herself before rubbing her lips together to spread the gloss further.

“i’d say what the fuck are you guys still doing at home?! y/n’s our mutual friend that even got us into this bitch and i’m not just walking into some sorority house acting like i know any of these fucking people.”

“and we didn’t go to college!” chris exclaims to add to the point.

“yeah, we didn’t go to fuckin’ college!” nicks adds before his face falters, “the fuck does that have to do with it?”

chris’ voice is low as he explains himself, “you know…like, obviously we aren’t gonna know shit about some delta kappa omega?”

nick comedically pauses and the three of you watch the screen to see him staring at chris with no facial expression, “…okay chris. anyway, get your asses over here ASAP. we need you.”

“okay, we don’t need them. you’re being dramatic just chill out,” matt huffs from the driver’s seat.

“hey, we’re leaving soon i promise, nick.” andrea assures and remi picks her phone off of the counter to show the girl.

"thanks, but we'll be fine. erin told me where to find her, let's not get ridiculous." matt continues dismissing the conversation he finds so unnecessary.

you hold yourself back from saying anything but you can’t help but wonder just how close erin has got to matt. and how she managed to hold any conversations without pissing him off (no way a little lap dance dismissed matt’s entire personality). she hasn’t been too explicit about anything happening between them, only cluing you all in through her frequent mentions of him.

chris’ loud voice beams, “yeah, you ladies take your time! nick gimme the phone-” chris’ smiley face takes up remi’s screen now that the phone has shifted, “you know, who the fuck are we to tell any of you to rush?!” he sees andrea in view (with a form fitting dress and warm toned makeup) and can’t help the rush of words that decide to spill from his mouth, “andreayoulookfineasshitbytheway- and i just think, uh,” he giggles at his poor recovery and at andrea shaking her head and biting the side of her mouth (her very andrea way of blushing). “um, yeah, fuck, what was i sayin’?” he turns to matt.

nick laughs from the backseat at chris’ comment (he thinks it’s generally embarrassing opposed to andrea who finds herself embarrassingly flattered by him).

“nothing important, say your goodbyes now, we just pulled up.” matt gives his short advice and takes the phone. “see you, bye,” he hangs up and chris punches his arm immediately.

“dudeee!” chris groans. matt doesn’t give any reaction besides handing nick his phone back without looking at him.

“we’ll see them in less than an hour, get your shit.” matt tilts his head out the door as he opens it and exits the car.

“he’s so annoying.” chris huffs and turns to nick as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“i don’t know him, he’s your fuckin’ brother.” nick shrugs and acts clueless. chris laughs into his seat and nick knows making chris laugh makes him feel way better than just shitting on matt would’ve.

matt opens his door again, “get your gigglin’ asses out here!”

౨ৎ

matt's suprised he's lasted this long at this party without a fucking drink.

he's seen just about every partygoer trope there is - drunk guys and "you need to sober up" girlfriends, overly excited drunks far too impressed by each new song that plays, the loner type who strictly speak within their circle even when wasted, et cetera - and has managed to lose everyone he knows in this crowd, leaving him alone with DD responsibilities in a sorority house bouncing with excitement in honor of their “graduating senior sisters.”

speaking of, he’s only spoken to erin once all night. he did see you with your friends briefly, early in the night before you were swooped away with nick to be introduced to some guy he just met.

so like all times matt is bitchless and bored, he decides to smoke. he reaches in his jacket pocket for the joint he rolled before the party, in case of emergency.

but just as he raises the lighter towards his mouth he's interrupted by an airy, high pitched voice, “um, excuse me!” matt looks over, “yeah, you. sorry, you can't have drugs in the house.” the blonde frowns.

“it’s weed…” matt clarifies, taking the joint from between his lips.

“uh huh! and that is prohibited, outside please,” she guides her hand, drink in tow, towards a sliding door behind her.

he's not gonna nitpick with some chick about the umbrella term of 'drugs' or debate whether the alcohol she's drinking lies under it, so he just nods his head “cool,” and removes himself from his spot against the wall to walk around her and out of the door.

౨ৎ

you slump against a nearby couch as you recover from a hour of dancing alongside your best friends. remi sits next to you and leans her head on your shoulder as you both look around at the room full of people (a shade of deep fuchsia covers the room from multiple LED lights around the large house).

when you feel your own blinks become slower you shrug your shoulder and look at remi's profile, "we should probably get up rem, or else we'll fall asleep. this couch is way too comfy." you sigh.

"mmm... yeah. kinda want another drink but," she turns to look behind you both, "the kitchen's all the way over there..."

"now i know you two aren't tapping out of my party already?!"

you both look over to see erin dressed in a small glittered party dress, making her shine as she walks closer. "erin, where the fuck have you been?!" you excitedly rise from the couch and give her a hug.

"it's actually so fucking hard to host a graduation party, especially with my sorority sisters- they've had me doing all these traditions and shit, i haven't had time to talk to like anyone!" she explains to both you and remi.

"well, at least you look good, bitch!" remi adds and holds erins hand to make her twirl in her dress.

"thank you," she blushes and looks down then back to you two, "have either of you seen the triplets?"

"i think nick's off with some dude and chris is 'teaching' drea how to play beer pong..." you trail off and look to remi, "have you seen matt at all...?"

"not recently, i don't think so?" she looks over to erin.

"oh okay, that's fine. just wanna make sure they're having funnn." she draws her words out as she plays with the ends of her hair and smiles. you and remi can both tell she something bothers her more than she's leading on.

"e, come with us to grab drinks," you hold both remi and erin's hands and guide them with you to the kitchen.

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matt hadn't realized how hard he was staring at you dancing until chris came up to him with wild eyes and a loud laugh, making him snap away from whatever trance he was in.

"you okay, matt? your brain's not buzzkillin' right?"

matt straightens himself to no longer lean on the wall, "no."

"you sure?"

"yes?"

"maybe you should say fuck DD and have a drink or two, might give you somethin' to smileee aboutttt!" chris laughs.

"don't be stupid, chris. 'm not driving drunk."

"obviously we'd get an uber, matt." he emphasizes with a 'duh' attitude. "i get funnier when drunk, not stupid."

"right," matt offers a light laugh.

he throws a hand over matt's shoulder as they both face the crowd of dancing people, "god damn andrea's fucking hot- swear she's been feelin' me all night," chris hypes himself up then brings his red solo cup towards his mouth.

matt's eyes shift from you to andrea, who's limbs move just as freely and smile is just as wide. "that's good, that's good," matt nods. "she's nice."

"she's everything, bro." chris shakes his head in awe, "but, uh, do you have any cash on you?" matt turns his head, eyes showing his annoyance. "i'll pay you back, you know that matt. just like $20 to get me in the poker game outside."

"chris-"

"please, matt," he begs.

matt lets a heavy sigh out through his nose as he rustles in his pocket for his wallet. "you're my favorite now," chris kisses matt's hand quickly before he's heading off with a crumpled twenty in hand.

matt's eyes follow him until he's fully gone, then he's turning to look for you again. only this time it's not a challenge at all, you're already on your way.

you pull at the bottom of your little black dress (which rode up some due to your eccentric dancing) as you approach. "hi, matttt," you sing. it's known to most of your friends that when you're drunk your emotions are ten times stronger, and right now you're feeling extra carefree.

matt can tell you've definitely had a few drinks, so he tries to keep the conversation civil. "hey," he cracks a smile.

"are you not having fun?" you ask. you've wondered ever since you recognized him across the room.

"sure, i'm having fun." he shrugs, keeping eye contact with you.

you notice his all black outfit and blue jean jacket, "we kinda match," you look down at yourself then towards him, "i had a jean jacket too...it's um, in a closet somewhere i think."

"then you must have great style," matt jokes.

"oh i think that was clear before i happened to match you," you joke making use of your hands while speaking.

"mhm, sure..."

"so, do you wanna dance with us?" you smile in question.

"absolutely not," matt laughs and brings a fist to his mouth.

your smile drops, "right, you watch us dance but laugh at the thought of participating...?" you move your eyes to each side, "'cause that makes sense, matthew."

"no, it's not like that. you go have fun, i'm just not one to make myself look stupid for fun." he shrugs.

"so we...look stupid?" you squint your eyes in amusement knowing matt is trying to be such a hard ass for no reason.

"you said it," he laughs.

now you're a bit annoyed. "so you go back to being a loser all alone right here in this corner, and i'll go back to this stupid party and enjoy myself."

"alright," he rolls his eyes, "go ahead and be dramatic about it."

"will do," you sigh and begin to walk over to your friends, presenting matt with the gift of your middle finger directed towards him behind your back.

and matt thinks he just might take chris' advice on having a drink or two.

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you hate that matt is still on your mind.

and it irritates the fuck out of you that you're now giddy seeing him for a third time tonight. but to give yourself the benefit of the doubt, you've gotten to the point where you're so buzzed you've become horny.

you came outside on the hunt for remi, who told you she was looking for erin, and ended up finding all three triplets at a makeshift poker table full of rowdy men.

and as some wise person must have said: when horny, find someone to fuck.

"y/n!! whatcha doin'?" nick notices you and gives you a wide grin offering you a chair near the table.

"hey, nick. 'm sorry i can't really stay i just, um, need to borrow matt."

matt. who isn't paying much attention to anything around him now that the four shots he took settled. with his phone in one hand and a beer resting in his other, he's bound to be startled when you come behind him and whisper in his ear, "heyyy, sorry to bother but can we talk?"

he blinks and looks behind him, "y/n?!"

"come," you motion with your fingers and begin to walk away as he rubs his fingers over his eyes and starts to stand up.

"yeah?" he asks getting closer to you.

you wordlessly bring him back into the heated house and navigate until you find a mostly empty hallway (all while he keeps annoying you by repeatedly asking what you want).

his back falls against the wall, "way to confuse the fuck outta me. what's good?" the hand you were once holding dives into his front pocket out of habit and the other continues to hold his beer.

"i just need you to take me home."

"y/n, i'm no longer driving myself home, let alone you," he shakes his head.

"right, i figured, smartass."

"glad those comprehension skills still work. grab your phone and order an uber, 'm sure you dont need my help."

"matt. i want you to come home with me." you sigh in defeat.

"oh shit." matt dead pans. "ohhh shit." his eyes widen before a a laugh breaks through his closed mouth, "sunshine...you're tryna' fuck?" he looks up at you from his spot against the wall.

you scramble a lie to make yourself look less pathetic, "you're a last resort trust me," you roll your eyes. this was way better in your drunken mind than reality.

"still made the list though!" matt jokes, "wow. who knew you were so romantic? bringing me all the way over here just to tell me you wanna fuck. and at your place? how sweet," he can't help but poke fun.

"fuck you," you say under your breath.

"well only because you asked so kindly!" he goes to wrap his arms around you before you push him back against the wall.

"are you done?"

"i guess." he shrugs.

"so will you or not," you try to keep your confidence and not allow matt's comments to embarrass you. "it's fine if not, just-"

"yeah," matt's smirk slowly grows. "meet me out front, i'll have to go lie to my brothers but i can be quick."

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"why am i shocked you're actually here?" you ask as you shut the car door and look over to matt, phone screen reflected on his face.

the car begins to speed out of the neighborhood as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his jacket pocket, "let's be serious for one second," he reaches over and pulls at the end of your dress, "you wear this and look like that and you think i'd say no? i'd be crazy. i mean, yeah, your fuckin' mouth can irritate me to pieces but-"

"actually just shut up, matt" you remove your head from leaning against the window and move across the middle seat to kiss him. you pull apart fairly quickly though, "how are you less mean yet extra annoying when drunk? i shoulda went with my last last resort." you shake your head.

matt grumbles before leaning to kiss you again.

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after a car ride full of teasing and rushed kisses, you both made it to your apartment complex.

you fumble with your purse as you search for your house keys, distracted by matt’s lips moving over your neck. you pinch your eyes shut in frustration, “mattt, give me a second,” you nudge your shoulder into him to get him off of you.

“let me see it,” he grumbles grabbing your purse and finding your keys with ease, moving his arms around you and unlocking the door.

“you make it look so easy,” you breathe and open the door with your body pressed against it.

matt lets go of you and follows you inside.

you lean a hand on the wall next to the door to quickly remove your heeled shoes and matt watches you with dopey eyes and glossy, excessively bitten lips before deciding to take his shoes off as well.

you walk closer to him once he’s done, your dress riding up your legs and barely covering your ass at this point. you look up to him and softly ask, “do you need anything to drink?”

he brings his right hand up to hold your face and moves close to your lips, “you know i don’t want a fucking drink.”

“you don’t?" your pout is genuine even though you're teasing him. he knows you're sweet enough to really get him a drink if he desired. he draws his thumb across your slumped lip before you speak again, "well…what do you want, matt?” you move your hands to the waist of his jeans, tracing the outer seam.

he pinches his eyes shut and moves his head to lean on your shoulder, he’s not gonna be the one to say he wants to fuck you. you want to fuck him, that's why he's here. so he’s definitely not begging you to touch him.

“hmm…?” you hum as your hands go to either side of his face, bringing him back to look at you. he looks into your eyes as he drops his hand from your jaw. you notice the pink splotches that still linger on his face, recovering from the heat of the party atmosphere and now the heat of this moment.

matt looks down at your lips, “you know what i want, and you want it too.” his hands travel down and push the front of your mini dress up as he feels over your underwear.

you mouth hangs open and you move your hips against him softly. begging him with your actions rather than your words. and those tend to speak the loudest.

"so what do you want, y/n?" he asks quietly without breaking eye contact.

"matt-" you breathe, wanting him to do anything more than a juvenile rub over your underwear.

he licks and sucks your neck as your hands capture his hair. “where do you want me?” he sounds out of breath when he asks so close to your ear. he finally moves his fingers past the waistband of your panties to nudge your clit as he taunts, “hmm…? you want me right here?”

you whine, “we can’t right here."

"why not?" he breathes against you, annoyed.

"i can't have you fuck me in the foyer i share with my best friend,” you just know andrea would be pissed if either of your body’s fluids made it onto the freshly vacuumed carpet.

he retracts his hand, “then why are we just standing around? show me to your room,” his voice is rough.

“why don’t you try to guess which is my room is mine?” you smile with your faces far too close together.

“why don’t you be a good host and give me a tour?” he retorts.

“that’s not fun,” you push.

he growls and lifts you up, walking past the living room and into a hallway that splits in two (all while you incessantly kiss his jaw and upper neck). he huffs at his ridiculous situation and reaches for the first door he sees. a toilet sits at the end of the room and a cluttered counter to the left.

“bathroom,” you mutter with a giggle.

matt responds with a snipped tone, “mhm yeah i’ve seen one before.”

his grip on your waist grows harsher as he opens and closes a multitude of doors with you commentating over.

he finally makes it to your room with you mocking him in a cheer of celebration as you climb off of him and turn on the dim light near your bedside.

matt would normally take in the room around him but his headspace is far too sexually frustrated to give a shit about how you decorate your room.

he opts to stand near the door and eye you from afar, wanting nothing more than to pounce on you.

you notice this (as well as the fact that matt hasn’t listened to a word you’ve said about minding the mess of clothes piled in the corner from your struggle to pick an outfit earlier) and slowly walk back towards him. the soft yellow light blurs behind you and highlights the edges of your figure in a mouthwateringly pretty way that makes matt antsy.

when you’re close enough matt somehow pulls you closer. his nose nudges against yours messily before capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. your hands feel for the end of his shirt and move underneath it to touch his warm lower stomach. you can feel how his body expands and curls as he breathes through your unwavering kiss.

despite wanting to keep the tension high, you break apart from matt to tease a bit, “can i touch you?” his face is scrunched absentmindedly from his desire and his lower lip finds its place tucked behind his front teeth when he rushes a nod to you in encouragement.

you push him away from you softly, “take your jacket off.” you move to your bed and after the sound of a jacket hitting the floor, you find him right on your feet, chasing your kiss and heat.

he leans over you and immediately finds your lips once more. now that he’s on top of you he finds himself wanting to get you to say how bad you want him.

his hands meet your thighs and move your dress as they run up to your rib cage before moving back down to squeeze your thighs.

matt’s surprised when you’re the one to involve your tongue in the mix, making the kiss sloppy yet intimate. your hand then crawls into his hair to keep him close.

but he doesn’t let you hold him for long, taking your hand from his hair and laying it against the bed, raising himself above you. “what do you want sweetheart?” he lowers his other hand towards your stomach, grazing your tattooed hip gently before feeling your underwear.

“you,” you respond in defeat and desperation.

“oh? and you want me to…?”

“matt. touch me,” you take your free hand and guide his own under the waistband of your underwear.

“but i thought you wanted to touch me? now you’re just bein’ selfish.” he keeps his hand close to your pussy, running his index finger across your lips kindly.

you look at him with droopy eyes, “please."

so matt lets you be selfish. he selfishly wants to taste you after all. he lowers himself to your face and captures your bottom lip once more, sucking then biting down slightly before moving his face further down your body slowly. your dress maintains its rippled shape in a bunch right where your tits lie.

he makes his way to your tattooed lower hip, still a little impressed with his execution of the cartoon (as it's not his typical style) and showing this with a kiss, then a light lick (making you shudder the tiniest bit). as he furthers, he finds the space on the bed is not enough, opting for the plush, carpeted floor.

matt sits on the back of his calves to watch how your body reacts when he pulls your panties down, only he misses the satisfied smile curling onto your face when you move your head to the the side.

he shifts your pliable legs to give him a better view of your heat's entirety, spreading your folds gently as he gathers spit in his mouth and spills it onto your clit. his eyes flicker from your face (choking on a moan) to the bead of saliva mixing with your natural slick that has him on edge. “that feel good?” he asks and moves his fingers up and down your pussy slowly, bumping your clit but not lingering long enough.

“yes...so good, matt,” you encourage in a broken whimper.

he hums, placing his mouth over your clit and sucking hard. you moan out lowly and you can't help but close your legs around matt's head. he normally would lay them flat again and tease you but he finds the pressure and dizziness turns him on so much more. his hands rest at your hips, moving up and down and your legs cradle his head as he works his mouth and tongue on you.

"mm fuck," you reach above your head to grip the soft colored comforter in your manicured hands. matt never falters, his licks only become needier when he adds two of his fingers to curl inside of you.

he continues his restless actions until the moment right before you have registered you were about to cum. then, he's immediately removing himself and standing up, wiping his face with one hand as the other hurries to unbuckle his chunky black belt.

you grumble and fix yourself to sit up and look at him, now discarding the belt into his own growing pile of clothes on your floor. he begins to unbutton his pants when he hears you whine and pull at his ego to get him to come back. “how fucking typical. should’ve known i'd barely get one orgasm, let alone two out if this.”

matt immediately stops unzipping his jeans and comes closer to stand above you, his face clearly annoyed. he gives your pussy a light slap, making you whimper. “keep talking shit, brat.” he grits through his teeth and slaps it again making a filthily wet sound that has you moaning.

he doesn't stop at that; he begins to harshly rub your clit back and forth without mercy, keeping eye contact as his face hovers your own, before moving his fingers inside of you while his thumb continues to work your clit. continuous loud moans crowd your room before you eventually meet your high with rolled eyes and shaking legs.

matt quickly pulls his fingers out and wipes them against your thigh leaving it sticky and shiny like golden honey. finally able to unzip and remove his jeans and boxers, allowing his needy cock to be free from the tightness. you move to the edge of your bed when you hear the small clap against his stomach, eager to find matt as ready for you as you are for him.

he watches from above as you admire his length while your fingers ghost over his sensitive dick. you then bring your mouth closer, dribbling spit over his tip and wrapping a fist around him. you look up into his hooded eyes for approval then take him in your mouth and jerk the rest of him with your hand.

he groans and bites his pink and undoubtedly swollen bottom lip as you suck and hollow your cheeks around him, even taking him all the way at some points. and though this feels fucking amazing, he wants nothing more than to be inside of you right now.

he holds the base of your neck then squeezes lightly to get you to pull away, spit erotically traveling with your lips. “can i fuck you now?” his voice is perfectly hushed yet demanding in tone.

you nod and matt wipes your lips, “good, take that dress off.” he removes his own shirt and reaches for a spare condom he’d put in his pocket before leaving the house (for no particular reason). he turns back to you, with your breasts now on display for him, ripping the package with his teeth.

you motion for him to give it to you and he complies. somehow even when you’re literally putting a condom over his dick, you’re a sweetheart about it: kissing it once he’s fully covered and turning yourself over onto all fours without him having to ask. because you understand yourself and have the confidence to choose the position you’d like to be fucked in. and matt would be lying if he said that isn't so fucking attractive.

he smirks as he adjusts himself on the bed, feeling out every inch of your full ass before moving his hands to squeeze your waist. you lay your head against the plush comforter, arching yourself further in anticipation. “matt,” you blubber out a whine.

he takes the base of his cock and guides it through your folds, “mhm…i know.” he sees your face twist in amusement, “oh, you like that, huh?”

you lick your lips and nod your head before matt finally pushes himself fully inside of you. his hips start in slow, rhythmic patterns before becoming uncontrolled and incomplete- and the same goes for your moans.

matt's almost hypnotized by the way your ass moves in reaction to his thrusts (slowing himself down just to watch in detail and only speeding up when you start to get really antsy over it).

as you both get sloppier and chase your highs, matt decides to flip you over and tuck your legs into your chest for a different angle. there's something especially needy in the way he rubs at your clit and makes a mess of your tits with his mouth that drives you insane with pleasure.

"my- shit!" you moan harshly under matt.

"hold it," he huffs.

"can't," you whimper, "just-"

"shhh," matt captures your lips as he quickens his pace, feeling his own climax approaching. after a few moments you're breaking the kiss to roll your head away, exposing your neck as you uncontrollably cum around matt.

"fuck," he moans, stilling his movements to maximize his release.

he takes a moment to breathe before removing himself from you, immediately fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your weak clit (just to be annoying) until you push him away and tell him to fuck off.

he lets out a chuckle as he removes the condom and discards it appropriately. when he comes back over to you you're on your side with your own arm wrapped around your waist in comfort.

matt sits next to you, "that good for you?"

you just nod and bite back a smile.

matt hums in pride, running a hand over your exposed ass before leaning down to kiss and suck a dark hickey into the skin.

"c'mere," you tug his hand.

he complies and you turn to open your legs for him once more, grinding a bit once the two of you begin to kiss again.

you reach between the two of you, taking matt's half-hard dick in your hand and stroking. as you pick up your pace he whines and begins to thrust into your hand in need.

until you hear your front door open. to which you push matt off of you and on to the floor, hearing him groan as you snap at him to get in your closet.

you crawl under your comforter while matt hurries to gather his things from your floor and get into your closet.

you hear andrea stumble a little making her way through the house and you catch your breath just as she knocks on your door and cracks it to check if you're sleeping.

"y/n, you awake?" she slurs a whisper.

"yes. hi drea, how'd you get home?"

she opens the door a little further but continues to lean on the door frame, "how did you get home? was lookin' all over like 'where's my girl?' everyone was usless though," she sighs.

"sorry, i took an uber," you giggle, "i got sleepy, i guess."

"mhm...you and me both." she yawns expectedly.

"you should get some sleep, we can talk in the morning, okay?" you smile from your bed.

andrea nods, "'kay, love you." she leaves with a sleepy smile.

"love you," you reply as she shuts the door again.

you let out a relieved breath, glad she hadn't suggested a sleepover like you'd both normally do when drunk.

matt walks out of your closet, almost fully clothed, buckling his belt again, "gave me fucking rug burn, thanks."

you move a hand over your face, "sorry- i just don't need anyone seeing you here."

"'s fine," he shrugs and takes a seat on your bed, "how long is it gonna take her to sleep so i can leave?"

"less than five minutes," you pick at one of your acrylic nails, seeing matt place his jacket on your bed makes you almost laugh to yourself, "shit, i left my jacket at erin's."

matt grins to himself and adds, "shit, i left my car at erin's," with a shake of his head.

you both laugh softly before it fizzles.

matt's back is towards you as he opens his phone to order another uber home. and now the silence brings you back into reality and suddenly you're feeling sick to your stomach about erin.

it takes you a little but you eventually mumble towards his back, "matt you didn’t fuck erin, right?"

"no," his voice sounds distracted and like he wouldn't care even if he did.

you focus on a loose thread in your comforter that you pick at, "...kay. not that it matters 'cause this was only for tonight. but i know i would probably die from guilt knowing i fucked with you after she did."

he turns to see you genuinely out of it and seeming to shelter yourself under your blanket. he leans towards you and rubs your arm softly before whispering, "don't make it a big fucking deal, nothing's different." his stare actually makes you feel far worse but you nod as if you agree anyway.

he stands up and puts his jacket on, “you sleep well okay, sunny?”

"shut the fuck up, you don't care about how i sleep," you whisper.

he breathes a laugh and reaches for your door.

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"Pedriiii - FINAL PART"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x singlemom!OC

Themes: Angst, Fluff.

N/A: And so, reaching the final part, but not the end of the journey as there is still the bonus chapter. So I'll leave the acknowledgments for when I post the bonus. Anyway, thank you for the comments, asks, and likes, I love seeing your reactions to the chapters. Anyway... Enjoy.

Axel leaned against the glass door, his eyes sparkling with enchantment as he watched the crowds begin to fill the stadium. Isa was always amazed at how much Axel loved all that energy. The private box door opened, and both Isa and Axel turned to see who was entering.

"Okay, I'll pretend I'm not hurt by the disappointment on your faces," Gavi joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

"Hi, Gavi!" Axel said, waving and then turning his attention back to the stadium.

"I have to say, I feel like a child in the middle of a parental divorce," the player said humorously. "Especially when I have to make the trip for the youngest child with one of the parents." Isa playfully slapped Gavi's arm.

"Stop saying this kind of thing," she said annoyed.

"Where's Pedri? Mom said I'd be with you guys today," Axel asked curiously, finally approaching Gavi and greeting the player with a high-five.

"He hasn't arrived yet, buddy. But he's on his way." Isa rolled her eyes because she knew what that meant: he was waiting for her to leave so he could enter the space.

Since Pedri's confrontation with Henry and Isa's subsequent message, their relationship has regressed. It felt like they were strangers again, with Pedri avoiding her at all costs. Even when she was with Axel, he did an excellent job of pretending she wasn't there. And though the decision had come from her, his indifference affected her more than she liked.

Today, Axel was supposed to watch the game with his grandfather, but the older man got stuck at work and would be late for the match. Isa was swamped with work and couldn't keep an eye on Axel, and with how crowded the stadium got, she wouldn't leave the little boy alone. So, she had to message Gavi, asking him to watch her son, and he promptly agreed. Of course, Pedri, who was suspended by Xavi, would also be present.

"I have to go, Axel. Behave yourself," Isa said, kneeling to hug her son, who returned the gesture. "And Gavi, don't kill my dad today when you meet," Isa said humorously, holding the player's shoulders.

"I can't promise anything; he's going to meet the favorite son." Isa rolled her eyes, deeply regretting making friends with the player.

"Pedriiii!" Axel's voice caught her attention. Isa turned towards the door, seeing Pedri leaning against it with an unfriendly expression. He bent down to pick up Axel, and the scene made Isa's heart skip a beat.

"You need a bib," Gavi sang beside her, pulling her out of her trance. She lightly pushed the younger player and headed for the exit. Only then did she notice a boy behind Pedri who looked a lot like him, and she quickly associated him with his brother. He had an observant look directed at Axel, then at Isa. Isa opened her mouth to greet the player, but he ignored her and walked past with Axel in his arms. Isa rolled her eyes at the action, noticing that even Axel didn't pay attention to her. Pedri also walked right past Gavi, heading out of the reserved room with Axel. Gavi turned to her, laughing.

"See, I told you I'm the kid in the middle of the divorce," he said, following Pedri.

"Oh, it's great to meet the one responsible for my brother's bad mood," Pedri's brother said behind Isa. "You better find a way to fix it because I can't stand him anymore," he said with an ironic smile. "I'm Fernando, his brother," he said, extending his hand to Isa.

"Isabella Harver!" Isa returned the gesture. "I figured; you two look very much alike."

"I hope not," he said, making a face. Isa smiled at him.

"I need to go. It was a pleasure meeting you," she said kindly.

"Likewise, and I was serious about you doing something to improve his mood," Fer said while heading toward his brother. Isa took a deep breath and smiled nervously at him waving goodbye and went to her activities.

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Pedri was in a bad mood again, it was becoming recurring. After the commotion in the game against Atletico de Madrid, he received a one-match suspension from the coaching staff, so once again his return to the field had been postponed. In part, he was happy because he would have a bit more time to recover and come back fully for the match against PSG, which was more important. However, he couldn't ignore the bittersweet feeling he had. And as always, part of these feelings were because of the woman who had taken over his thoughts. Pedri still hadn't gotten over the fact that he had practically confessed his feelings to her, and in response, he only received a message ending everything. Pedri even tried to ignore the woman's presence because of his wounded pride, but since she was always around in his daily life due to her work on the team or when he was with Axel, it was impossible to ignore her completely, no matter how hard he tried.

Like at this moment, when Pedri had entered the team's cafeteria, there she was, sitting at a table with Gavi, Ferran, and Ter Stegen. Pedri felt irritated that all his friends had somehow become friends with the woman. Gavi was the closest, always hanging around her when he wasn't in his physiotherapy sessions. The other guys joked that he had chosen the mother's side in the divorce. Ter Stegen was close to Isa because his wife was friends with her. Ferran had gotten closer just to annoy Pedri even more than he already did. Pedri swallows a breath and heads towards their table, sitting next to Ferran, across from Gavi. Isa was seated between Gavi and Ter Stegen, and an immediate silence fell over the table.

"Hey, Gavi, did you already give the pass to Aurora's friend so she can enter the VIP box at the game?" Pedri asks Gavi directly, who looks at him wide-eyed.

"I haven't been able to see her yet," Gavi says, shrugging.

"Who is it?" Isa's voice caught the player's attention. And Pedri finally looks directly at her, her eyes narrowed and her face flushed.

"Why does that matter to you?" Pedri asks, speaking to her for the first time in days.

"I am responsible for the club's and players' image. I must know who you are associating with in case it affects the club's image," she says in a professional tone, clasping her hands on the table.

"It's someone I'm seeing," Pedri says, also leaning his arms on the table, copying the woman's gesture. Gavi mutters an embarrassed "no, it's not," receiving a kick from Pedri under the table. "Don't worry, her image won't cause any problems for the team. It's not like she's married to someone from another team," Pedri says bitterly.

"Wow, very mature," Isa says, irritated. "But what can i expect from a teenager," she says with a victorious smile. Despite the irritation from her using one of his insecurities to attack him, her reaction revealed exactly what he needed to know: Isabella Harver was a fraud regarding her feelings.

"Well, you didn't complain about me being a teenager when I fuck you in that hotel room."

"Hey!" Ferran and Gavi say simultaneously embarrassed, while the goalkeeper stands up from the table.

"This is too much for me," he says, walking away.

"For Gavi too, he looks like he's going to be sick knowing about his parents' sex life," Ferran says, laughing at the situation. Pedri looked at his best friend, who had his face hidden in his hands. Isa's eyes were wide as she looked at Pedri, her face and neck red with embarrassment. And the reaction caused a smug smile on his face as he stared back at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she just stood up, dazed, stumbling over her chair and bumping into a passing staff member as she quickly walked away.

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Isa was drained by Pedri's indifference. It bothered her more than she'd admit, especially since distancing herself had been her decision. But as the player's presence was too present in her life now, was too intense for her to ignore. She had tried to have a more friendly approach, considering that Pedri still interacted with Axel, even though they both ended up crossing paths because of work, but still, Pedri avoided her in every possible way. She hadn't realized the intensity of her feelings until he avoided her, for Isa, their relationship was carnal, but since the first time they were together, she has all these new feelings.

"Smoke will soon come out of your head, due to the intensity you're thinking," Gavi said, catching her attention, as usual, after his physiotherapy session, he came to visit her at the office.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Isa asked, immediately grimacing when she noticed the tone she used with the player. Gavi gave a small smile, showing that he wasn't offended.

"God, you two are impossible. This would all be resolved if you just talked and addressed the obvious sexual tension," Gavi said, getting up and walking to Isa's table. Isa looked at him, offended.

"There's no such thing, and well, he's the one ignoring me" Isa shrugged. "And you see how he treats me at the cafeteria"

"Unfortunately, now I know things I wish I didn't," Gavi says annoyed remembering the scene he was forced to witness. "And also, You asked for it!" Gavi concluded for her.

"I was just taking care of his career, the fans and HR were already on me because of the photos that came out of him with me Axel at the parking lot, imagine if it had been leaked that he fought with my husband," Isa said tiredly, she knew that her request had been immature, but she was only thinking about the complications the player would face. And yes, a part of her was being selfish, because that was the easiest way out to deal with Henry, if he knew that she would be in a relationship with Pedri, he would complicate her life even more and the divorce request and consequently, Axel's guard. And Isa wouldn't risk that, especially since she was trying to convince herself that it was all carnal with them.

"That's not your obligation to do, Pedri is very responsible and I think he knows what's best for him. Again, you have a miscommunication, that could be solved if you guys talked." Gavi said in a more serious tone.

"Wow, now I understand when they talk about you being a leader, you have a way with words," Isa said, pouting and receiving a mocking smile from Gavi. "I feel like a proud mother because I don't need to do much work to take care of your image... if we ignore your intensity on the field" Gavi rolled his eyes.

"I only react if they attack me..." Isa smiles at the boy.

"Yeah, of course. Anyway, you coming to help me organize Axel's party, Right?" She asked hopeful, that since her father would be working she and Gianna would be with all the work.

"I'll take the opportunity to meet your father since he couldn't come that day," Gavi says excitedly.

"Yeah, he will probably arrive when the party already starts, he's busy at work lately" Isa let out a breath already tired.

"Ok then, I see you on Saturday," Gavi says giving a kiss on her head and going out of her office.

Isa was happy with their friendship, Gavi was a cool kid, and protective of those whom he knew, and also it was her way to know about Pedri.

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Pedri had questioned whether he should go to Axel's birthday party, considering he was ignoring the boy's mother, but after a conversation with Gavi and his brother Fer, he concluded that it wouldn't be fair if he didn't go. Pedri didn't even want to think about doing something that would upset the little boy. And there they were, at Axel's grandfather's house, welcomed by the boy's grandmother, Gianna, who informed them that Axel was still getting ready. Pedri followed with Fer, the woman through the yard to the table where Ferran, Gavi, Ter Stegen, and the club's physiotherapist Mattia, a last-minute invitee by Axel, were already seated. Pedri greeted his friends and sat down, quickly looking around. He noticed some familiar faces of people who worked at the club and some unfamiliar faces, but no sign of her, or Axel.

"Dude, you're so obvious," Ferran said, laughing. Pedri rolled his eyes, ignoring his friend, and continued to observe the surroundings.

Axel was a kid who breathed football, and if it wasn't already obvious from his wardrobe, which consisted mainly of Barcelona uniforms, or from his room, it was even clearer at his party. The yard where the party was taking place was all decorated with balloons in Barça colors, balloons shaped like balls, real balls scattered all over the yard, and decorations and table ornaments—all football or Barcelona-related.

"This could easily be a Gavira birthday party," commented Ferran, while he picked up the mini Barcelona flag decorating the table.

"Look, Gavi, at the end of the party they give the balloons to the kids. Better set yours aside now," Ter Stegen joined in the fun.

"Oh, but I’m taking some. I inflated most of them." Pedri turned so quickly to look at him that he felt a slight discomfort in his neck. Gavi raised his hands in surrender with a mocking look on his face. "What? She asked for my help since her dad couldn't. And she would ask you if you weren't ignoring her"

"I feel for you Gavi, I can see that these two are making your life difficult," Ter Stegen says laughing and patting Gavi's shoulder.

"Wait a minute," Mattia asked after some minutes listening to the talk. "Didn't HR give you guys a warning about this relationship? And like, nothing could be happening between you guys"

"That's the thing my friend," Ferran says. "Nothing is happening, and that's why they both are annoying right now." Mattia Opens his mouth in a perfect 'O' of realization.

"Oh, that's crazy dude," Mattia says making the boys laugh.

"You don't have idea how much we have to take it," Fer says making Pedri look at him offended.

"I'm right here, could you guys stop it?

"PEDRIIII, you came!" the little boy's voice filled the garden as he ran right into the player, hugging him tightly.

"Hi buddy, of course, I wouldn’t miss it for anything," Pedri said, returning the hug, noticing that Isa was standing right beside him. The player has to swallow the knot in his throat as he looks at her, she is looking beautiful in a yellow dress.

"Come on, Axel, you need to greet the other guests too," Isa said in a sweeter tone, taking Pedri out of his thoughts. And Axel immediately greeted the others at the table. Pedri handed his present to Axel, who didn’t want to wait and opened it right there with the player. Pedri smiled at the excitement on Axel’s face when he saw the framed display with all the jerseys from Barcelona's history.

"Look, Mom." The little boy turns the frame so that his mother can see it.

"Wow that's beautiful, you can hang it in your room." She said smiling at him.

"Don't forget your M&Ms" Pedri gave to Axel.

"Yay" The boy smiles excitedly and gives both presents to his mother to hold, and he hugs Pedri again. Pedri noticed Axel's grandfather approaching their table, looking a bit hesitant.

"Hey buddy, I think you'd better help your grandpa or he might pass out when he sees Gavi." Axel stepped away from the player, looking at his grandfather who was getting closer.

"Pops!" the little boy exclaimed, meeting the older man halfway and pulling him over to the table.

"This is going to be funny" Isa said as she watches her father approaching.

"Don't be jealous, Isa," Gavi joked, earning an eye roll from the woman. Pedri watched the scene attentively, and indeed, Isa and Axel hadn't been kidding when they said Gavi was the man's favorite. The man had a slightly red face as he got closer.

"Pops, this is Gavi," Axel introduced, the older man extending his hand to Gavi, who pulled him into a hug. He quickly let go of Axel to hug Gavi. Axel turned to his mother with an indignant look, and Isa just shrugged, laughing at the scene.

"My God, he's trembling and sweating," Ferran commented.

"I thought Gavi's charm was only influential on teenage fans and kids," Ter Stegen said, making them laugh. Axel approached Pedri, raising his arms to be picked up by the player, which he promptly did. He watched the scene closely; it was indeed comical. Isa's father was a tall and strong man, with a robust and intimidating appearance, but seeing him lose his composure over Gavira was very amusing.

"Gavi stole your grandpa, Axel," Fer, who was standing behind Pedri, said to Axel, poking the little boy's cheek.

"No problem, I have Pedri!" the boy said excitedly, hugging the player's neck. Pedri returned the gesture, feeling proud to be the child's choice. Isa was silently watching the two, and Pedri wished he could know what was going through her mind with the intensity of her gaze. But before he could do anything about it, Gianna called her, and she went to see what the older woman needed.

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Isa watched from the sidelines as Henry and his family fawned over Axel, acting like perfect parents. She felt suffocated, remembering how much she once wished this was reality and how hard she had fought for it. But that was in the past, especially after her father had opened her eyes to Henry's true behavior towards her and Axel.

Her little boy, the one she had raised to be so loving, craved his father's attention. But now, as Henry kept Axel from Pedri and the other Barça players, Isa could see the frustration building in her son. What was supposed to be a fun party for Axel was quickly turning sour.

The final straw came when Henry gave Axel an Atletico de Madrid kit and forced him to wear it. The little boy's eyes reddened, but he didn't cry. Instead, he looked to Isa for rescue. Just as she was about to intervene, Henry's mother stepped in front of her.

"See what you're doing? Can't you let the boy have a moment with his father? You keep taking him away from Henry, and now you bring that boy into his life. You should be ashamed, especially when you're still married," the woman spat out venomously.

Isa replied in a low, controlled tone, "You know I’ve never kept Axel away from Henry. The problem is you guys always force him to do things he doesn’t want to do and treat him badly."

Henry's father chimed in, "Oh please, you’ve pampered this boy too much. He’s a man and needs to start acting like one."

Isa's fists clenched, ready to lash out, but Gianna's hands on her shoulders pushed her back, calming her rage. "Did you see how they drain Axel's spirit?" Isa said in a choked voice, feeling the tears in her eyes.

"Oh my dear, I know," Gianna said, hugging her to comfort her, but it was impossible. Isa had made it clear to Henry that it was better if he didn't come to the birthday party since her father didn't want the man in his house. But of course, Henry ignored the request and was determined to ruin everything. "You better go to Dad before he does something stupid," Isa said to Gianna. "I'll be fine, Gigi." The older woman nodded and went outside to find her husband.

Isa watched from the kitchen window as Henry's family interacted with Axel. She could see the boy getting more and more irritated and frustrated. Isa could only think about how inconvenient it was to force him to wear the uniform of another team, given his adoration for Barça. She looked to the other side at her father, who was standing there with his usual scowl when it came to Henry. He made no effort to hide his disdain. Gavi and Pedri, standing on either side of him, also looked irritated. Isa didn't know if it was the nerves, but the scene made her laugh to herself.

"Do you see what you're doing to my son?" Henry's voice emerged from behind her, and Isa took a deep breath, turning to face him, knowing there was no escaping the confrontation. That was Henry, and he would do everything possible to make her feel bad. "And what did I say about you being with that boy? Don't you have any shame?"

"I'm not with that boy; he's Axel's guest. And what the hell was that about forcing him to wear another team's uniform? You know he hates any team that isn't Barcelona," Isa said in a firm tone, showing she wasn't intimidated by Henry. He narrowed his eyes surprised by the woman's confrontation, and then approached her abruptly and pushed her against the sink.

"Because he's my son, and he has to wear the uniform of the team I work for. And you'd better go out there and send that boy away, or I will," Henry said in a threatening voice.

"You won't do anything because you're in my house, and these are my guests. If you're not satisfied, you're the one who needs to leave." Isa was so engrossed in her confrontation with Henry that she didn't notice her father entering the kitchen, accompanied, of course, by Pedri and Gavi. Henry released her and approached the older man.

"You support this nonsense?" Henry said disdainfully, pointing at Pedri.

"It's none of your business what I support. You're here as a guest, and you have no say here." Isa could see from her father's body language that he was controlling himself not to lose it with Henry. Gavi approached her, quietly asking if she was okay. She just nodded.

Henry laughed mockingly in the older man's face. "That's my son, and I have total freedom and authority to say who he can interact with, and you know that if I want, I can take him right now. Any judge will side with me. So if I'm saying he has to go, he has to go," he said in a threatening tone, now standing in front of Pedri. Before any of them could react, Axel walked into the kitchen.

"NO!!! I want Pedri to stay. This is my party, and I don't want you here. You only make my mother cry, make me cry... And I don't like you. GO AWAY" The little boy screamed, punching Henry's leg fiercely, and Isa felt her heartbreak at the scene, she took a step toward Axel, but Henry turned furious at her.

"See what you have done?" Henry pushed Axel and went towards her, and that's when everything became blurry. Isa felt Henry's hands on her arms and one on her hair. But at the same time, it was a brief contact because he was pulled off her. Isa didn't pay attention to who did it, only that her father, Pedri, and Gavi were on top of the man, dragging him out. Isa looked at Axel, who was on the floor crying uncontrollably and ran to him, picking him up and rushing upstairs to calm him down.

"I don't want him, Mom. I don't want to stay with him, I don't want him to keep hurting you, I don't want to stop being friends with Pedri. But if that's what it takes to stop him from hurting us, then I'll stop." The little boy cries out in desperation, crying so hard that his words come out broken between sobs.

"Axel, listen to me. I'm your mother. You grew inside me, and I've always taken care of you. I would never let you be near someone who could hurt you, and that's why this ends here." She says, wiping the boy's tears. "Don't worry. And you shouldn't stop being friends with anyone, as long as you want to, as long as I let you, you can stay in touch with whoever you want, understand?" The little boy nodded, and Isa took the opportunity to hug him tightly. Soon, soft knocks were heard on the door.

"Isa, Axel. It's me," Pedri's voice came through. "I just want to know if you two are okay," he asked. "Please," he said in a broken voice. Axel pulled away, looking at Isa.

"Can I open it?" he asked softly.

"If that's what you want, my love," the little boy smiled excitedly, nodding in agreement. "Then go ahead," she put her son on the floor. Before reaching the door, the boy stopped abruptly in his tracks. Then he turned to Isa with wide eyes. "Mom, he's going to see the M&Ms," he whispered. Isa let out a giggle at her son's distress and got up, grabbing the package and putting it inside the wardrobe. Axel let out a relieved breath and ran to the door, opening it for the player to come in. Pedri bent down, picking Axel up and hugging him tightly, his eyes on Isa, who felt her eyes filling with tears at the sight. He took a step towards her, but Isa responded by stepping back.

"Oh come on, are you still doing this?" Pedri said irritably, which caught Axel's attention, who pulled away from the hug. "Sorry, buddy." Pedri smiled, ruffling Axel's hair, and making him giggle. "Do you want to go back to your party? You can practice your goals on Ter Stegen, and then you can make the other boys at school jealous," Pedri said humorously.

"Pedri!" Isa reprimanded him.

"I'm just kidding," the player said, looking at her, but he whispered something to Axel, making the little boy laugh, and then the two went outside.

It wasn't long before Gavi entered her room, walking firmly to hug her.

"Thank you!" Isa said sincerely.

"It's all right, your dad did most of the work. You should have seen how scared that jerk got when your dad started yelling at him. I'm glad he's my fan and not my hater," Isa laughed. "Did you and Pedri work things out?" he asked. Isa just shook her head negativity. "Oh come on, you guys need to sort this out soon. I can't stand playing the mediator's son's role anymore," Isa rolled her eyes at him.

"I have some things to figure out. And well, it's not like he's been clear about what he wants. I have a son, and Pedri is young. I don't want to put serious responsibilities on him," Isa said, feeling much more insecure than she wanted to show. Gavi made a face at her.

"You talk as if you're a 40-year-old woman," Gavi said mockingly. "Pedri would practically lick the ground you and Axel walk on. And with all due respect, I adore you, but you're the one who has never been clear about your feelings from the start," Gavi said more seriously. "Was Pedri just a distraction, a one-time thing, or do you have any feelings for him?" Isa remained silent, a bit shocked and offended by the tone the younger one had used at her.

"I said I had things to figure out..." Isa said softly.

"Well, you need to do that quickly," Gavi said finally, leaving Isa alone in the room.

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Again, Pedri was a patient person; he had been throughout his recovery from the injury. He was also trying to be patient with Isabella, but he felt frustrated with the way she was pushing him away. Since the confusion at Axel's birthday party, she had been ignoring him. Axel seemed unfazed by everything that had happened, which only showed what a good mother Isabella was by not letting anything affect the little boy.

Pedri did his best to ignore the situation, especially since today would be his chance to return to the field, and playing in the first leg of the quarterfinals against PSG required all his focus. He was in the locker room getting ready when his phone beeped; it was a message from Fer.

"Mom and Dad are enchanted with Axel."

It was a video of Axel on Pedri's father's shoulders, dancing happily to the music playing in the stadium.

Pedri smiled at the scene and turned the phone to show Gavi, who was next to him.

"One day we'll have to study the enchantment that Axel and Isa have over you and your family," Gavi said with humor, making Pedri laugh.

"The study would have to include you too, since you spend a lot of time with them," Pedri replied to his friend, who rolled his eyes.

Pedri responded to his brother's message with a red heart emoji and then put the phone away in the locker. It was time.

The match had ended, and Pedri felt his adrenaline pumping. He had returned to play and made an important pass for the equalizing goal. He was bursting with joy for the help he had given his teammates, and when they turned the game around, Pedri couldn’t explain the sense of pride and relief he felt. Even though the advantage wasn’t significant, coming out with this result was very important. He walked toward the stands, where his family and friends were, along with Axel and Isa's father, all with expressions of pride.

"PEDRIII!" Axel was the first to notice the player's approach. He was standing at the divider separating the field, held by Pedri's mother. Pedri hurried because he was sure Axel would invade the field. He hugged the boy and then hugged his parents and brother, quickly greeted his friends, and shook hands with Isa's father, who said he had done very well and was proud. Pedri would tell Gavi about this. The club staff called him, and Pedri quickly took a photo with his family and then headed back to the locker room to reunite with his team.

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Isa didn’t consider herself a jealous person. Well, she had her natural motherly jealousy regarding Axel. She had been jealous of Gianna when she entered her father’s life, but that was the concern of a daughter who had been “responsible” for the man for many years, and that soon passed when she fully accepted the woman. But when it came to romantic jealousy, she had never experienced it, not for her teenage boyfriend, and certainly not with Henry. That’s why she found the burning sensation in her stomach strange as she watched the player interacting with the blonde girl who was his guest for the game. Isa was sure the inside of her cheek was bruised from biting it in an attempt to control her reactions and feelings.

"Girl, you're a great actress," Tessa, her coworker, said beside her. Isa shifted her attention from the player and looked at the woman, confused, who rolled her eyes at her. "You were in a third meeting with HR and convinced them there's nothing between you and Pedri," she said as if it were obvious. "But the way you're glaring at the back of that girl's head..." Isa chuckled.

"There's nothing between him and me," Isa shrugged, trying to play it cool. After the game against Paris Saint-Germain at the Parc des Princes, and the photo Pedri's family had posted showing Axel and his father with the player's family, it led to another flood of comments from fans, more threatening messages from Henry, and, of course, another meeting with the team's HR.

"Sure, girl, if you had lasers in your eyes, that girl would be long gone, but of course, there's nothing," Tessa said humorously, patting Isa on the back. "Good luck with your 'nothing's going on,'" she indicated to Pedri with her chin as he was approaching. The player stopped a few centimeters away from her with an ironic smile on his face.

"What?" Isa asked, confused.

"You treated my guest badly," Pedri said humorously.

"No, I didn't!" Isa said defensively. Pedri raised an eyebrow and laughed, and God, Isa felt her heart skip a beat. Damn, he was so handsome.

"Focus, Isabella," she thought.

"You sent her to the booth on the other side of the field," Pedri replied.

"I thought your friends would be in that one," Isa shrugged, trying to appear indifferent.

"You're unbelievable," Pedri said impatiently. "You can't lie to HR for the thousandth time, ignore me, and then act jealous." Isa opened her mouth in exasperation as if she'd been caught committing a crime.

"I'm not jealous!" she said, her voice strained. Pedri laughed again, this time without humor, running his hands through the beard Isa loved.

"Pedri," the high-pitched voice of the blonde calling for the player made Isa roll her eyes and look disgusted.

"You're unbelievable," Pedri said frustratedly as he walked away, going to the girl, and then leaving the private room, to get ready for the home game.

It was unbelievable. Axel was inconsolable after the defeat, crying in Fer's arms. Isa felt her heart break seeing her son in that state, especially since he had experienced the thrill of witnessing Barcelona's first away victory, with an incredible assist from Pedri, which had been the talk of the week. After Araújo's stupid mistake leading to his expulsion, Barcelona became completely destabilized, and despite some players showing grit to try to turn the score around, the defeat was inevitable. The players were inconsolable on the field; what had happened was unbelievable. Isa was called to the field because she had to accompany Xavi's post-match interview. She kissed Axel's forehead and then kissed her father’s, who was sitting with a furious look, having already cursed the tenth generation of both Araújo and Xavi. Isa gave a brief smile to Pedri's parents, with whom she had exchanged a few words as they asked about Axel, and then headed to the press area.

The interview with Xavi had taken longer than expected, which is why, when Isa finished her work, the parking lot was already empty, and most people had left the stadium. The frustration was evident in everyone and everything. Pedri's brother had sent a message saying they were with Axel in the parking lot, waiting for her. Isa felt her heart warm with the quick trust she had developed in the player's family, especially since they had treated Axel so well, and for her, as a mother, that was refreshing. When she arrived at the parking lot, she saw only Pedri standing in front of her car, with Axel in his arms, his head resting on Pedri's shoulder, asleep.

"Hey, where's my dad?" Isa asked softly, not wanting to wake Axel.

"He was in a hurry, and got a ride with my family. Axel wanted to wait for you." Isa nodded.

"Do you need a ride?" Pedri shook his head. Isa could see the frustration all over his face; his eyes were red, indicating he had cried, and Isa felt her heartache. She opened the car door, and Pedri helped her put Axel in the car seat. Isa closed the door, with Pedri between her and the car, and she immediately had a sense of déjà vu.

"Is your friend not coming with us?" she said sarcastically, and from Pedri's look, he understood exactly what she meant.

"She sent me a message saying she left because she felt she was intruding on something," Pedri said, taking the keys from Isa's hand and heading to the driver's seat. Isa remained standing in her place, feeling her heart race fast. The driver's side window rolled down, and Pedri looked at her with an ironic smile. "Aren't you getting in? We are late," she rolls her eyes and heads to the passenger side.

Upon arriving at her father's house, Isa noticed that the player's car was still there. They went inside and headed straight to the backyard, where all the chatter was coming from. Pedri walked ahead with Axel, who was already awake. Isa felt surprised to see that Pedri's parents and brother were still there. His father was by the barbecue, talking with Isa's father, while his mother was at the table, chatting with Gianna as they both cut some vegetables.

"Finally, you guys are here. I couldn't take your eldest son complaining that you abandoned him," Fer said, pointing to Gavi, who was sitting in one of the garden chairs, fiddling with his phone. Gavi showed his middle finger to Pedri's brother.

"Gavi, you can't do that," Axel scolded the player.

"You were cursing the players with all sorts of names, little boy," Isa looked at her father, who raised his hands in surrender.

"I'll let it slide today," Isa shrugged and walked over to Gavi, sitting on the armrest of his chair and hugging him. "How are you?" Isa asked, concerned. She had seen him supporting his teammates on the field, and his disappointment was evident.

"Frustrated and angry for not being on the field to help," he said, irritated.

"It's not your fault, Gavi. I'm sure you would have made a difference, and you'll be back soon. Look at Pedri," Isa said, glancing at the player who had gone to sit next to his mother at the table. He was smiling as he watched Axel and asked questions, which his mother answered patiently.

"I can't wait," Gavi said, pouting. "So... are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Gavi said humorously, and Isa looked at him, puzzled. "You chased away Pedri's guest."

"I didn't chase anyone away," Isa said defensively.

"Not directly, but she felt intimidated, which led to a long speech from my sister," Gavi said, laughing.

"Oh my God," Isa put her hands over her face.

"It's okay, Isa, you don't need to hide it from me," Gavi said with humor. "Not that you're subtle about it; you just don't want to admit it." Isa looked at Gavi, then back at Pedri, who was paying attention to what Axel was saying, even though he was looking tired, and that melted her heart, watching how carefree Axel was with the player's family, and that made her feel a realization.

Because Isa had so much pride in her kid, Axel it wasn't planned, not by her at least, but he becomes her life as he grows. He was the sweetest boy, he was curious, he was funny and he was so smart that it shocked her every time. That's why two things bothered her so much to the point that was starting to make her head dizzy with pain. But she simply couldn't understand how people who wanted him so much, were able to make hell in his life just to hurt her. And why would someone who has no blood relation to her kid, could do exactly the opposite? The scene of Pedri comforting Axel in the car, after she took him from Henry's parents, keeps replaying in her mind, not just that, all the time Axel talks about the things he did with "his friend", and how excited he was about the player. The way the player paid attention to every little thing Axel said, with eyes full of admiration and affection, his eyes sparkled for the woman's son. And that left Isa confused because she understood that look, but she didn't understand how he had it and not Axel's father. Especially when he was the one who insisted on having a baby. Isa met Henry in her first year of college, while he was in the final year of his course, already lined up with a job offer at a big club. Henry was a prince at first, but as soon as he moved and started working, he changed, everything changed, he had constant bouts of jealousy, while at the same time going to clubs and partying with players from his club. When Isa decided enough was enough and wanted to break up, he said the situation was her fault for not moving with him, which led to a proposal where everything would be different, but as the months went by, everything got worse, and once again Henry blamed her, and that's when the pressure started for her to get pregnant because he was ready to be a father. Isa had to drop out of college during her pregnancy because her pregnancy became high-risk due to all the stress she was under because of Henry and his family. At the end of the day, Henry wasn't ready to be a father, and Isa had to endure everything alone. Of course, he boasted about it when everyone congratulated him, but the reality was very different. He barely spent time with Axel, didn't help Isa, and as the little boy grew up, he pushed him away more and more. He didn't smile at the little boy like Isa did, or open his arms to him immediately when he saw the child crawling towards him; he was completely indifferent. Until one day, in one of his jealous fits, he pushed Axel forcefully, and that was the moment for Isa. She pounced on Henry like a lioness. After that day, she filed for divorce and full custody of Axel, and as always, Henry and his family made sure to torment her. Isa tried to ignore the attacks as best she could, following her lawyer's advice, and she did her best to ensure that Axel had the presence of his father and paternal grandparents. But every time Axel spent time with them, he came back completely lifeless, and that broke her heart because Axel was her whole life. So, seeing the bond that Pedri and Axel were forming, seeing the way Pedri's family was treating Axel, and how comfortable Axel was in their presence, filled her heart. Even though deep down she had her natural motherly apprehensions.

"I'll be back soon," she said, getting up and heading outside. It didn't take long for her to hear footsteps behind her.

"Where are you going?" Pedri asked anxiously. Isa turned to look at him and felt her heart skip a beat. Gavi was right; she didn't want to admit to herself what she felt for the player. Since the first time she saw him, she had fears and doubts, but seeing the way he looked at her, the way he looked at Axel... She walked up to the player, closing the distance between them, she held his face, her lips brushing against his.

"Don't play with this, Isabella," Pedri said in a soft but warning tone. "There's no turning back, there wasn't before, but if you permit me now, there will be no turning back. You've consumed my body and mind, and if you do this and then push me away again..." Isa didn't let him finish speaking, and she kissed him. Isa could hear her own heart beating loudly, just like her hand on the player's chest felt how fast his heart was beating. She pulled away to catch her breath, and Pedri turned his gaze away to embrace her, his nose in the woman's neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

"I need to do something," Isa stepped back, looking at the player who was blushing.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Isa could feel the concern in the player's voice, and Isa smiled.

"Don't worry, Pedri, I won't run away, but it's something I need to do alone." Pedri nodded in understanding.

"Okay, but come back soon," he left a kiss on Isa's lips and hugged her once again. Isa felt her heart full and fulfilled in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. She had never felt so confident to do what she wanted to do at the moment, and knowing that when she returned, Pedri would be waiting for her, along with their family, gave her even greater encouragement.

The End.

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N/A: I'm crying, the end would be different, but Isa and Pedri want it in this way... So I just do what they ask me for.... I hope you guys like this, I need to give a pov on Isa feelings, and fears, and give her an insight in her relationship with Henry. Anyway, I'll be back soon with the bonus part.

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #pedri gonzalez x reader #barca #pedriiii #fc barcelona #pablo gavi #pedri gonzalez imagine

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OCs!!! What’s your favorite random OC fact that’s nonobvious / seems incidental but you wish someone would ask about it so you can ramble about it? 👀

I put so many dumb little trivia details into my OCs that I have thought long and hard about that literally no one would care abt LAKSDAK

the first one that comes to mind (and I'll keep it brief) is how my OC Jishen is associated with the number 4 for a variety of reasons.

He is loosely based on Fangxiangshi, a Chinese exorcist who "could see in all four cardinal directions to dispel evil spirits and guide lost souls."

because of the above, Fangxiangshi is depicted with literally four eyes.

Tangentially related, but Fanxiangshi is roughly translated to be a Seer, adding to the fact why Jishen is a Seer of Doom LOL

As a partial nod and joke, Jishen wears glasses as a "four eyes" joke

The number four is associated as unlucky in Chinese culture because it also phonetically reads as death. Jishen heavily associated with both bad luck and death (Doom player....)

Somewhat related, but I picked his birthday to be on December 24th because: 1) He was coincidentally made in December, 2) Ironically, him being a Capricorn fit him best, 3) thought it would be funny just to throw an extra four in, and 4) an extra layer of irony bc he'd hate the holidays LOL

#dumpsterfirepropaganda #jishen heyang #fantroll

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Word Count: 2,900+

Synopsis: Trafalgar Law has been missing his favorite courier, so at the encouragement of his first mate, he is prompted to do something about it.

Themes: Trafalgar Law x Box "Cottontail" Mila, fluff, long distance relationships, fluff, hurt / comfort, pining, longing from afar, den-den mushi, Law is tired, Law is missing his special person.

Notes: This is my half of the trade organized through the OC Discord Server for @bloglop and her beautiful OC, Mila. She gave me such a cute art piece for my Tobiuo x Heat 'Teat' ship, and I love it. I hope you like my half for your beautiful Mila! Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

Warmth swelled within the cool heart of the dark-haired captain, his chest ignited beneath the blaze of anticipated relief. Honey eyes briefly widening, they relax as his smile illuminated his cheeks with an emotion Trafalgar Law had not allowed himself to experience in so long. He knew it; he saw it every day of his life growing up in Flevance. His parents had it when their eyes met in the early hours of the day, he saw it in his sister’s eyes when she looked at her favorite desserts.

Love.

Trafalgar Law was in love.

Rolling on her heels to the balls of her feet, the twitching anxiousness was demonstrated within the grip of parchment clutched against her chest. Another delivery for the Tang: likely the recipe exchange Penguin set up between Sanji and Killer at the last meeting with Strawhat crew and the Victoria Punk.

“Mila,” Law sighed, his voice feeling foggy at the edges, echoing within the halls of the Polar Tang. He shook his head, shrugging off the tension and apprehension from his mind as he picked up speed.

Trying not to seem overeager in seeing his lover so close to him fled his thoughts, he physically couldn’t contain it any longer. He needed Mila in his arms, embraced fully against his chest and lifted up into his arms.

He wanted her, needed her, craved her in a way that felt like a part of him was missing: a part only she could fill with her presence. That little laugh, that soft stutter when she’s trying to hold her enthusiasm back, the way her ears would extend and tail would protrude when she was nervous, the buzz of life that illuminated and vibrated with excitable static. He craved to have all of that within his arms, lips touching so intimately close: sharing breaths and heartbeats as he entwined himself against her in an encumbering embrace.

His feet carried him closer, further and faster than he could ever dream of. Ignoring the wind-smudged faces of his crew, Law simply sprung hurriedly towards Mila like an iron ball from a cannon barrel.

Turning slowly towards her, the orange-hue of her widened orbs lit up and rose with her smile behind it. Expending her arms towards him, Law couldn't help but spring to close the distance between them. Hoisting her into the air, and with a large twirl to expel all the parchment from her tanned satchel. The pages seemed to float beside them as if meeting with water, held in stasis beside them while Law met his eyes against hers.

Inked hands pressed at the back of her neck, toying with the finer hair growing at the base of her scalp, he drew her into his face. Lips finally colliding, he seared into her all emotion he craved to give her through his intense kiss. Expecting the common softness to her lips, his brows furrowed where all he could feel was a coarse scratch on his skin. Parting his mouth and deepening his kiss, her lips tasted of ink blotches and black coffee stains. He shook it from his thoughts, holding on tighter and refusing to be pried from her, her embrace felt different.

“Law?” Mila’s voice ricocheted within his mind: sounding muffled as if forced to speak with a muzzle over her lips. Shaking his head, he gripped her tighter and more intently. Hands roaming and wandering, her skin felt cool to the touch and almost like steel.

“Law?” her voice sounded several tones too deep, prompting Law to almost break away from her lips pressed against his and look up into her eyes. But he couldn’t, he was too overwhelmed by the fact she was hare, and she was finally back, to care about anything else.

Mila’s hand gently reached up and grasped his shoulder, pinching and rolling the flesh between her perched digits. Shaking him from her, her strength managed to pull him away from her and force his eyes to fall on hers.

“Mila?”

All he could see in lieu of his lover was a sheet of pale paper with stains of ink and black coffee.

He had fallen asleep at his desk once again. After too many sleepless nights of peering over the edge of the Polar Tang, hoping the figure beyond the horizon was a small blotch of pink blur, he finally fell prone to the melody of sleep. Thin, paper pages stuck to his face as he jolted upright, looking immediately to the large, white fur that clutched onto his shoulders.

“Just me, Captain,” Bepo sighed softly, a small amount of sorrow caged at the corner of his tone, “I'm sorry I'm not Mila. It's-... It's been a while, hasn't it, sir?” The Polar bear mink gently reached for the page affixed to Law's face, peeling it from his skin and placing it back down in a neat pile in front of him. Several words from the parchment transported onto his skin, words in reverse staining his pores by marking his face with its blotches.

“It's… it's been a while, yeah,” he chuckled dryly, drawing his thumb and index finger up to pinch his eyes in a bid to pry the sleep from them, “M’sorry, Bepo. How long was I-?”

“-You need to call her, sir,” the first-mate spoke over his Captain. Bepo’s dark eyes seemed to command him, prompting Law to feel taken aback by the notion. He was not used to the large bear giving him commands, and making a call to his lover seemed an odd thing for him to get up in arms about.

Law sighed, smearing his hand down his face before taking his chin in his hands. Although Law seemed to raise a smile to his lips, there was no real joy in his expression. He was truly lost, a man without direction and plagued with more sleep deprivation than he was truly able to withstand.

“Look, Bepo,” Law chuckled, drawing his hand down to the desk in front of him, “I don't even know where she is right now. She could be legions away-.”

“-She’s on Komugi Island, delivering the outcome of a contract for intention for betrothal,” Bepo stated in a matter of fact way, fishing up the slumbering transponder snail and placing it on Law’s desk, “She’s staying at an accommodation close to the Charlotte’s. Call her. Please call her, sir.”

Law groaned at the pushiness of his first mate, rolling his eyes and reaching for the transponder. Tapping the shell awake, he offered it a small piece of lettuce he kept on his desk for it in payment for being awakened so abruptly. Looking up at Bepo, he shook his head with his exhaustion hanging on the small puffs of his elevated eye-bags.

“There a number I need to dial?” Law asked Bepo, who hastily spat the digits immediately. With a small grunt in gratitude with a hidden and flustered smile, Law waved Bepo away from the room and excused himself to the company of himself and the snail.

Gently rolling onto her back, Mila toyed anxiously with the ends of her blush-colored hair. The accommodation on Komugi Island made her feel more dwarfed than ever, and she was relatively tall. The land of giants, with a tyrant overlord that could potentially lose their temper with the outcome of Mila’s delivery, was otherwise quite welcoming. The minister of flour ensured her safety, the room was comfortable, and the food was incredibly sweet and playful.

The one thing that she felt truly absent from this experience was her friend and lover, the captain of the Heart Pirates. She wanted to be with him a little more often lately, but she wasn't quite sure why. There was something in the way her heart sang to him in the quiet hours.

Her body became rigid as she rolled over to her side to move within a curled position beneath the blankets. She drew up the linen material in a bid to press more weight into her. The warmth provided beneath the blankets was comforting, but it wasn't what she truly wanted.

She wanted Law.

Her job had her darting her lanky legs around all of the blues and beyond: hopping between ports within the grand line, and sprinting as a courier to deliver packages in a timely manner. She had formed connections, made bonds, curated an eclectic assortment of clients, and was a trusted ally to all those who depended on her services. She was good at her job, and her reputation by word of mouth shepherded her everywhere.

But it didn't manage to take her to the Polar Tang for some time. She missed it. The yellow submarine piloted by her beloved, hat-wearing, broody captain that she hoped cherished her as much as she did him. She loved him, and wanted to stay with him and hold him within his quarters and his office until she was certain he would eventually become sick of her.

It had been a while since Mila had experienced love in her heart, and when she met and learned about Law, it hit her like the reputable ‘gum-gum-pistol’ from their Straw-Hat ally. Love hit her so hard, she almost felt like her legs would buckle beneath its weight every time she saw him.

But, unfortunately for the both of them, she still had a job to do. She hoped she would come across someone who was in need of a courier to deliver a package to the Tang, but for now, she lay quietly buzzing with energy beneath the weight of the heavy duvet.

The Zoan-Fruit user always had trouble sleeping when facing a trial like this. A client may be disgruntled by a letter, and often want to keep her around to formulate an appropriate response to send back. Mila would get stuck in the crossfires often, and remind them softly: ‘I am just the courier, but I will ensure to relay your objectives when I deliver your response.’ She was nothing if not professional, and professional, she was.

Struggling to find rest, Mila scrunched her eyes shut and focussed on the sounds of her environment. Sizzling plates from the restaurant outside, the chirp of sweet bug song, the thumping of her anxious blood flooding her face, the soft purr of her carrier snail ringing on her desk-.

-Mila jolted upright, throwing the duvet off her body with the expectation that her client was calling her into the main keep to relay her response to the outcome of the betrothal. Putting on her best ‘professional’ voice, Mila took a deep breath as her lips curled around her words. Just as she tasted those first syllables on her tongue, she halted at the voice on the other end.

“Cottontail? You there?”

She froze. Her skin almost buzzed with the haste her shock managed to sizzle beneath her flesh. Each follicle stood like static ignited the ends of her pink tufts as her eyes flew wide. Lip quivering, hastily split her lips up into a radiant and broad grin.

“Law?” She almost squeaked, managing to compose herself enough to answer tastefully, “I’m here. I was just about to turn in for the night.” She heard Law gently huff out a curse alongside a subtle whisper of ‘time difference, I'm an idiot,’ which rose a flutter in her chest.

Silence fled from the Den-Den, an awkwardness once again present between the two of them. Neither spoke, nor made a single sound to alert the other was present. The only knowledge that another person was on the end of the transceiver was the fact that it was their snails we're awake.

As Mila plopped down on her bed once more, the snail tucked against her pillow and laying comfortably on the heavy linen, Law had managed to sneak into his personal quarters from his office, gently doing the same.

Law’s personal Den-Den buzzed gently as he lay his head down on the pale cerulean silks of his firm pillow. Considering his earlier doze, he was still feeling groggy and lethargic while his head felt heavier than what his neck could truly carry. Rolling onto his side, he blinked his heavy eyelids and spoke softly into it.

“What are…? What are you up to right now?” Law asked barely with a breath, his inhale and exhale softening out at the corners. He could almost feel Mila’s smile through the snail, picturing her face as his eyelids finally grew too heavy to remain open.

“I'm in bed, talking with you,” Mila offered gently in return, lulling him into a soft tranquility with her voice. Law smiled, nuzzling against the bedsheets and drawing up his legs to become more comfortable. He hummed a small chuckle in return with a light flush rising in his dark cheeks.

“You're right here with me, are you?” Law’s question ignited Mila’s cheeks with that rosy tint he loved to see with her fluster.

“I'm right there,” she confessed with a little shrug in her shoulders, neatly tucking herself within her blankets and nestling them around herself. Gently rising her question in her chest, she felt the small amount of fluttering anxiety swelling her heart, truly wanting him to answer honestly and truthfully. “Are you…? Are you here with me too?”

Not even a beat of a butterfly's wing passed between them as Law graced her with his answer.

“I'm there. I'm right there beside you, and,” Law halted his words, taking his time to stretch his lips through a yawn of exhaustion, “I'm gonna be there with you until the morning. Are you tired?”

“I'm not tired at all, are you?” Mila asked in response, trying to choke down the emotion at the ease his response gave to her. Through this trip, this trial of delivering such an important contract with the Charlotte's and the response they got from the recipient, it truly weighed on her. The exhaustion that came from it, the sorrow she felt at the lack of deliveries with the Tang, the way she truly wanted nothing more to be curled up in Law's quarters and listening to him talk about the latest addition to his coin collection - everything felt so raw at this moment.

At such an innocent and easy question, and hers in return, she felt the well of emotions rise up in her chest and swell behind the closed dam of her teeth.

Almost in a sense only captain's and doctors seemed to comprehend, and in the comfort Law truly wanted to receive from his beautiful courier, he whispered against the microphoned end of the snail.

“Mila, I need you to talk,” he confessed to her, feeling the weight of his own release, “I need to hear your voice, I need to hear about your day, and I need to-...” He choked on his admission, feeling heavy and vulnerable as he laid in his bed, “...I haven't been able to sleep properly. I need to sleep, and you… You always seem to be able to help me switch off. Can you do that for me? I promise it won't take long-.”

“-I’ll do it, Captain,” she cut him off, her eagerness causing Law to chuckle in a low tone. “I'll talk your ear off, and I won't stop even if you beg me to.” Mila tucked herself completely in, laying on her back, and thinking where in her journey she should start her tale.

Recounting the initial retrieval of the response from the recipient of the Charlotte family’s proposal, she began spurting a relay of every event that transpired from there. Traveling the seas, running as fast as her legs could take her, meeting Charlotte Linlin and her sons: Oven, Cracker, and Katakuri, she spoke on it all.

Every syllable the pink-haired Zoan-Fruit user was a sweet melody to the exhausted captain. Mila would ask questions to gauge where he was in his exhaustion, and Law would go from asking a question in return, to a one-worded answer, to a small grunt or moan in response.

As Mila spoke on, the slow blinks from Law’s eyes opening a crack would reveal his Den-Den shell in one moment, before dissipating to see Mila in all her cottontail glory beside him in the next. She was there, truly there, and he felt every second of it. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the smile on her lips: she was right there as she spoke within his mind’s eye.

Smiling, his chest rose and fell with each passing moment Mila would speak to him. He was prompted to set internal reminders to order some flour and sweets from Komugi island for the crew, utilizing Mila's service and giving her a reason to be with him. His rationale dictated it would be good for morale, and Penguin would appreciate the fresh produce.

Whereas all Law wanted was Mila. As he drempt, all he pictured was the waves of lengthy pink hair from the back of Mila, holding her close in his dreams as she spoke.

The next morning, he woke to hearing the soft rustle of Mila’s snores from the disgruntled and sleep deprived Den-Den snail, prompting him to give it a look of softened pity. A few small gentle taps to the eyeballs of the snail seemed to cause it comfort, so he continued to do so while he moved it over to the desk in the corner of his quarters.

He waited until she woke naturally, truly reveling in the way her little sleep sounds were truly and distinctively hers. This only spurred him on to craft a finer arrangement of items he invented to guide her home to him. He wanted her home with him.

Their home, together, right there on the Polar Tang.

#one piece #x oc #law x oc #milaw #law x mila #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #one piece x oc #one piece fanfiction #my writing #fic trades #art trades #here's my half #I hope you like it Bloglop!#Mila is so cute I adore her

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