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berryhobii · 1 year

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Reconnect (myg x reader)

Pairing: Idol!Min Yoongi x black!wedding designer!female! Reader

Word Count: 6K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of a wedding(but not Yoongi and the reader’s), reader and Yoongi are engaged, Smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), unprotected sex(please speak to your partners before engaging in this), vaginal sex, squirting, creampies, riding, doggy style, mating press/missionary, oral(f receiving), soft dom Yoongi(he’s super soft and vocal but also goes kind of rough😊), rough sex, multiple orgasms(f and m receiving), brief aftercare and mentions of amazing aftercare, reader has goddess locs(color and length not specified), reader also has that Wendy’s Strawberry Lemonade kitty, reader also also has nipple piercings, reader got a fat ass because who doesn’t appreciate a nice booty?

A/N: Hi! This is my second time uploading something. I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while. I had been writing it using she/her pronouns so I’ve been spending the past few days to change those to you/yours. If I missed any, I’m sorry but please let me know so I can make the story more cohesive. Reader is black but their skin color isn’t really described but I believe I referred to their nipples being dark so that’s it. My next post with either be a GreekMythology!Jimin or a Gamer!Jungkook. The Jimin story is actually really long so I think I’ll turn it into a small series but I’ll post the 1st chapter sometime next week. Thanks again for reading! Criticism is greatly accepted and I hope my black and melanated girlies feel good reading this! Have a good day.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I said we’d have dinner but we have to do some last minute recording.”

You tried not to sound disappointed when you replied. “That’s okay. I understand.” And you truly did. You knew how important his job was and that it would be a priority of his.

You just wished that it didn’t take so much of his time. You understood that his music was his life and that it was his dream career. All of his hard work had led up to being able to do what he does now; to make music and inspire the millions of fans that listened. You were so proud of him. Seeing him live his dream filled you with a different kind of pride and emotion. He was happy and that’s all you ever wanted for him.

Still, you missed him. You two had barely spent any time together the past month while he’s been preparing for their new album. He’d come home long after you’d fallen asleep and he’d sleep into the afternoon, just to rise and immediately get ready to go again. You couldn’t even have breakfast together like you used to. You could barely even start a conversation before he was cutting you off with a kiss and rushing out of the door.

While you had your own career of designing wedding dresses, you still had so much free time on your hands. You had already designed your newest collection and it was currently in production to be created. You’ve even made multiple visits to a few stores and they were running amazingly. There was only so long you could bury yourself in work before your heart began yearning for Yoongi’s companionship.

“I promise when this is finished, we’ll go on a trip. Just you and me.”

That made you smile. You and Yoongi have traveled a lot together over the years; Bora Bora, Italy, The Maldives—and each experience had been just as memorable and romantic as the last. He proposed to you in Italy at the Orange Gardens. It was such a magical moment. Just thinking about it made you want to cry. The entire trip was just absolutely perfect; from taking a gondola ride on the gorgeous waters to the 5 Star hotel they stayed in for 3 days and 2 nights, all the way to the candlelit dinner where he got down on one knee. You remember it fondly.

While the promise of a trip together didn’t fix your loneliness now, it gave you something to look forward to.

You couldn’t fight the smile in your voice. “Okay.” Your eyes went over to the stove where dinner was cooking. You had just finished searing some steaks that were finishing up in the oven. There was no point of putting them away for him to eat later. They wouldn’t be as flavorful or tender.

“Hey, is it okay if I bring you some dinner? I know you haven’t eaten yet.” Your tone shifted to one of slight teasing but you knew you were right. His pause of silence was proof enough.

“You don’t have to do that, baby.”

“I want to though. I made steak and I’ll feel better knowing you’ve eaten. I won’t stay long or distract you.” Just knowing he had a home cooked meal would make you happy. You would nag him constantly about drinking too much coffee and eating take out. It came from a place of love, however and Yoongi never minded. He loved having someone so attentive to his health when he’d blatantly ignore it. It showed you cared. Also, he secretly loved being babied by you. He’d never admit it out loud or to his friends but you knew. There was nothing better than coming home, a bath prepared for him to soothe his sore muscles, a meal on the table, and cuddling into your soft breasts while your rubbed his back—always being careful with his shoulder.

Your already nurturing nature and tendency to baby Yoongi increased tenfold once he got surgery. You barely let him leave the bed, even following him to the bathroom to make sure he didn’t hurt himself. A little bit stifling but he was so grateful to you. You always took care of him.

“Then that sounds great. I’ll leave my door open for you. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

With a giddy pep in your step, you finished cooking dinner, packaging it nicely in cute Tupperware before putting it in a bag. You had already showered and your clothes were fine but you wondered if you should put on something different. While Yoongi thought you looked good in anything, you still liked to look pretty for him; wearing dresses and heels whenever you went out, keeping your nails and toes done, and making appointments to get waxed every month. Self care was important to you. It not only made you feel good about yourself but it was also something you just liked to do for your husband.

Deciding to change your clothes, you slipped on a t shirt maxi dress that hugged and showed off all of your curves, along with some short open toed shoes to show off your freshly painted white toes. It was simple but still dressy and feminine, just your style.

Checking your hair once more in the mirror and smearing on some lip gloss, you grabbed the bag of food and your keys before exiting your home.

HYBE Studios was a pretty moderate drive from your apartment. The reason for that is to keep crazy fans from ever finding it. Once the company realized other idols were having their homes broken into, there was a decision to move all of the boys about 30 minutes from the company in a luxury gated neighborhood. You had to admit, you missed your old apartment you shared with Yoongi since that was their first place together but you also couldn’t complain about the walk in closet and the jacuzzi bathtub.

You greeted the security guard in front of the car garage, him lifting the block to the garage. After parking close to the company cars that were often used to transport the boys during RunBTS, you exited your car and made your way through the side door to the lobby.

You nodded at the secretary, everyone already knowing who you were and letting you pass with no issue.

Yoongi’s studio was on the 8th floor at the end of the hall. Namjoon’s was just a short distance away as well.

Once you reached his door, you entered the pin code on the keypad. Besides a few staff members and the boys, you were one of the few with the password to his studio. He just preferred silence and no disruptions so the code was only used during emergencies or whenever you or the boys came to visit. There was also a group chat for everyone with his code, adorably named ‘The Plastics’, courtesy of Taehyung. If they ever needed to come to his studio, they’d send a text beforehand so he’d know to expect them.

The beep sounded and you opened the door, smiling at the sight of your husband who was cutely leaned over on his right palm as his eyes scanned the production screen for his music. You didn’t get most of it but you always found it adorable when he’d try to explain. He’d get so invested in telling you how reverb and delay could either make or break a song that he’d never see how endearingly you’d stare at him. And he’d always get surprised when you’d lunge to bite his cheek.

“You are just too adorable! I have to bite you!”

His headphones were around his neck so he turned at the sound of his door opened, a smile immediately rising to his face at the sight of you. He removed his headphones, standing to greet you.

You could barely put the food down before his hands were around you waist, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body as you inhaled his cologne and the gentle scent of his favorite body wash.

He pulled away a little to press a few pecks to your forehead. “Hi baby.” His deep, slightly tired voice sent shivers down you spine. It was almost like his regular voice was just his morning voice constantly and out of all of the little things you loved about him, his voice was towards the top of your list—right after his newly grown out hair, his hands, and that little habit of him slurping whenever he’d explain things.

You inhaled a deep breath, basking in the affection. “Hi.”

You two just held each other for a moment, locked in an embrace and not wanting to let go. This was your special kind of intimacy, just not speaking or moving, simply holding one another.

Yoongi considered himself a pretty private person. A little ironic considering he was a world famous idol who’s whole job was being put in the spotlight. However, when it came to his personal relationships, he did his best to keep that as private as possible. Just imagine the uproar when people found out he was engaged. You had been hidden from the public eye for 3 straight years before you got engaged. How? One part extreme luck, the other part moving quietly. Your relationship started off with you meeting for the first time at a staff member’s wedding. You had designed her dress and she was so amazed and in love with how you created her dream dress that she insisted you come to her wedding. Always happy to see people overjoyed with your work and excited to see your design in action, of course you agreed. Coincidentally, you were sat pretty close to the table the boys were at. When you recognized them, you softly smiled and introduced yourself, expressing how you were a fan and how many women said they were using BTS songs as their wedding songs. Yoongi was drawn in instantly, your gentle voice and sparkling eyes as you talked about your clients drew him in. He could tell you were passionate about your career, just like he was.

After exchanging numbers while the bride and groom were cutting the cake, you two mainly texted and called each other in your free time. It took about 4 months for you to go on their first date since Yoongi had to go to America for promotions. He thought you’d lose interest since he traveled and couldn’t take you on a proper date but you never minded. You liked talking to Yoongi and found yourself developing feelings for him. He was trying and effort was one of your biggest green flags for a partner. A little distance wasn’t that big of a deal to you. Of course, you wanted to be able to be close to him and hold his hand and maybe even kiss but you knew what you were signing up for when you started talking.

Once Yoongi went on break, he started dedicating a lot of time to you; dates, inviting you to his place for dinner and wine, and learning more about you. He didn’t think you would get along so well. Talking on the phone was vastly different than being in each other’s physical presence but you had melded together like the pieces of a puzzle. You were so gentle and compassionate, always looking after him and giving him affection he hasn’t gotten in years. You were perfect for him and vice versa.

Your eyes slowly blinked up at him, just taking in his handsome features. You could spot the bags under his eyes, feeling a little sad that he was running himself ragged.

“You look tired. Have you slept since his morning?”

He hummed. “I took a little nap around lunch. The new couch came in.” You turned a little to look at the new addition to his studio. Before, he just had a small leather couch, moreso for decoration than comfort. Once he got a bigger studio, he upgraded his furniture but kept that couch. After some prodding from you, he ordered a new and more comfortable couch—one that could become a pull out bed for those overnights at the studio.

“It looks great.” It was a dark grey color, wide and stretched enough to fully support 2 people if you wanted to spoon on it.

“Yeah. I just didn’t think it would take that long to get it in the door. Namjoon almost knocked over my synthesizer.�� He said that with a shake of his head. You giggled, imagining the tall and clumsy man scrambling to pick up the keyboard.

“I can only imagine. I brought food. You should eat it before it gets cold. I should go.” You tried pulling away from him only for him to tighten his grip on your waist. You let out an “oof” as your face met the hard planes of his chest. All that physical therapy and time in the gym had really bulked him up. While you loved his body regardless, you definitely weren’t complaining about the extra muscle. He was filling out this black shirt just fine.

He nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your favorite perfume that you’ve worn since he met your. It was one of his favorite scents. His hands rubbed up and down your back, feeling all over the material of your dress.

“No, stay. Eat with me.”

Yoongi could be very affectionate and straightforward when he wanted to be, normally when you were alone. He’d never show this side in public. Not because he was ashamed of his love for your, far from that. He just preferred to keep their intimate moments private. Maybe a little kiss here and there and some hand holding but moments like this were for you only.

Your manicured fingers went to his nape, scratching at the hair there. “I don’t want to distract you.”

“You’re not.” He pulled back to look you in eyes. “I want you to eat with me. I feel bad we couldn’t have dinner at home.” And he did. He knew his job demanded a lot of his time and attention and even if you understood that, it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty about leaving you alone all the time. He knew you could entertain yourself and had your own life outside of him but he still felt bad not being able to spend as much time with you as he wanted. He missed you just as much. While he loved his job, nothing beat coming home to your warmth and affection. To be honest, he was getting a little touch starved.

He led you over to the couch, waiting for your to sit before going to the mini fridge in his studio.

“Do you want juice?” He asked as he pulled out a couple of drinks. He always kept some of your favorites in his mini fridge just in case. You didn’t drink caffeine or really any alcohol, water and juices were your favorites.

You nodded your head, beginning to take out the Tupperware containers. They were still nice and hot. He placed a juice down on the table, along with an energy drink. You frowned at that, leaning forward to pick it up.

“You need to drink water. Don’t think I haven’t noticed those coffee cups on your desk.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed but couldn’t hide his smile. You were too good to him. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you. Taking the energy drink from you, he went back to the fridge to grab a water instead.

Ignoring the smug smile on your face, he sat next to you, waiting for you to open all of the containers. The smell was delicious, making his stomach growl.

Your handed him some chopsticks and a few napkins before sliding the steak over to him. “Here. Try it.”

You ate in silence, him using his chopsticks to place some pieces of steak and vegetables in your bowl. You smiled, the cute ways Yoongi showed he cared always making your heart warm. Fans knew he was more subtle in showing he cared and that wasn’t any different than him in private. You had to learn that his love language was acts of service but in a more quiet way.

After you finished eating, he helped clean up the containers, giving you some wipes to clean your hands and the table.

He let out of a groan as he sat back down on the couch, belly full and fully ready for a nap. But he knew he had to get back to work and that meant you had to leave.

“Thanks, baby. It was delicious.” His hand came to rest on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin. You hummed, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course. I’m happy you liked it.” You both rested for a moment before you began moving. “I should go. You have work to do.”

You barely made it to your feet before he was tugging you back down on his lap. A surprised yelp came from your lips at the sudden movement, ass meeting his thighs when you landed. He situated you so that you straddled his hips, his hands immediately going to your ass.

“Baby….” You pouted, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. You were normally the one who initiated physical affection so for Yoongi to do it so roughly surprised you. You weren’t complaining, however. The way his eyes were hooded over and how he looked up at you with that dark endearment made your belly tingle. You knew where this was going.

“Stay.” His left hand pressed your body down so your chest squished against his. “You come here in this dress and my favorite shoes…”

You adjusted yourself to wrap your arms around his neck. “I hardly wear these.”

He shrugged. “I love anything you wear. You look so sexy.” His hand traveled up your dress, moving it up your ass so he could grope full handfuls of the fat. While Yoongi appreciated all parts of your body, your ass was his favorite. Genetics, exercise and a little bit of happy weight had all accumulated into jiggly ass he loved to squeeze and slap. When you met, you were pretty thin but in shape nonetheless. Fans speculated that you gained ‘happy relationship weight’ since Yoongi treats you right. Whatever the reason, he thanks the higher power every day for it.

You could feel the heat beginning to spark between you, along with Yoongi’s growing boner pressing against your panties. Now that you thought about it, it’s been a little while since you’ve been intimate. You and Yoongi have barely had any time for quickies, let alone a full session of sex. And you two could go for hours if you wanted. On the day of your engagement, you barely left the hotel room because you couldn’t keep your hands off him. How could you? He was your fiancé. Mmm, that word just got you hot and bothered.

Your hands ran up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his scalp. The low hum of contentment that came from him spurred you on. You brought your faces closer together, lips hovering before you trapped him in a kiss. He hummed again, lifting his head to kiss you deeper, hands still squeezing at your ass.

Your kiss grew more heady, both of your hands massaging each other and trying to stroke any piece of skin you could. Yoongi began pushing against you to make your roll your hips against him. His cock could probably cut glass from how hard he was. You always got him excited with barely doing anything. To be honest, he started getting hard the moment you entered the room. Just your presence got him feeling almost immediately horny.

And it was the same for you. Your cunt had began getting wet the moment Yoongi turned around in his chair. He just looked so comfortable and effortlessly sexy and the way his muscles strained against that shirt made your imagination run wild.

You pulled away to inhale a deep breath. “Yoongi….please…”

His lazy smirk sent a rush straight to your already wet pussy. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

God he was such a tease but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely love it.

“I need you.”

That was all he needed before he moved to flip you onto your back. You bounced against the soft couch cushions, barely getting your bearings before he was back on you, pressing his lips to yours.

His large hands traveled up your dress, lifting it over your belly and breasts. He leaned back to get a look, letting out a groan at the absolute beauty under him.

Your chest was heaving from just a little kissing, your goddess locks spread out under you, glossed lips plump and ready for more. You were so gorgeous and he made sure to let you know.

You squirmed under the compliment, feeling giddy and a bit bashful. You always received compliments and the occasional catcall and while you accepted the respectful ones gracefully, none of those ever mattered to you. Yoongi’s praise and compliments put you on cloud 9 and you really believed him.

His hands traveled up your body to your breasts, eyes catching something under your bra. He pulled the annoying piece of fabric down and if he could get any harder, he probably would.

“Fuck. You’re wearing your piercings? Did you come here to try and kill me?” The little diamonds sparkled under the light. He remembers buying the jewelry for your birthday last year. He also remembers sucking the sensitive nipples until you were crying just an hour later.

You giggled, biting your lip. “Of course not.”

His smirk widened. “You little sneak.” His hands went to grope at the soft flesh, a sigh falling from your lips. His thumbs ran lightly over the stiff peaks, pulling more sighs and little squeaks from your lips. Your nipples had gotten so much more sensitive after piercings. Yoongi couldn’t be too rough on them when you first got them, being careful of your healing process. He could barely touch them without you gasping in the slight pain from healing. Of course, he never complained, understanding your pain so he just stopped touching them. He just didn’t think it would test his control so much; seeing you walk around without a shirt sometimes, the already silky and delectable breasts looking more appetizing from the little barbells. Months had passed along with many maintenance appointments before you announced that they could be touched without pain. With the pain gone, your sensitivity skyrocketed and with Yoongi’s skilled tongue beginning their assault, your pleasure had been taken to a new level.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and his mouth open to lick over your nipple. You let out a moan as his tongue swirled all around your piercing. He switched to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

The heat between your legs was becoming too much, your panties beginning to feel uncomfortable from how they were sticking to you.

“Yoongi….” You whined. His eyes lifted to lock on your flustered face, lips parted as puffs of air came through them, your eyes desperate and pleading for anything. Everything.

Reluctantly pulling away from your nipples, he helped you pull the dress from your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Neither of you cared.

He kissed from your breasts to your tummy until he reached the apex of your thick thighs. You immediately dropped them open, revealing yourself to him. He groaned at your desperation but also at the sight of your soaked underwear. The thong barely covered anything, the baby blue fabric now dark from your arousal. It was practically leaking from you, the bottom of your ass shining. Kissing over the stretch marks that streaked down the inside of your thighs, he whispered words of praise to you.

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking wet.” He couldn’t help himself, surging forward to suck on your clit through your panties. A shiver racked your body, your hands coming down to bury in his hair. The friction wasn’t as good with your panties still keeping his tongue from making direct contact with your clit but it was something. And it felt so good.

Your hips jerked against his face, trying to get more. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding them open as his tongue licked at your clit.

More moans fell from your lips, pleasure causing your vision to go blurry. You felt so close already and he’s barely done anything. Blame it on you not having a proper orgasm for weeks. Your hands just didn’t feel the same and Yoongi had thrown out all of your vibrators once you two started having sex.

“You won’t need these anymore. All your orgasms should come from me.”

Now you were remembering why he threw them out in the first place. Only he could rip pleasure and orgasms from your body in seconds, playing your body like a piano.

Your hand came down your body, tapping against his forehead. He pulled away slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You really only stopped him when you were shaking in overstimulation and he knew you hadn’t even cum yet so why were you stopping him?

When he pulled back, you grabbed onto your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your fat and dripping pussy to him.

How the hell did he get so lucky? Did he save orphans in his past life or something? Not only had he managed to put a ring on a kind, generous, and absolutely amazing person who treated him like a King and opened up the deepest parts of him, he also managed to snag a submissive, slutty, and needy woman who could ride his cock for hours and bend in ways he’s only dreamed of.

There was no way.

Eyes darkening in lust, he dove back in to capture your clit, licking at it more furiously than before. The heat from his mouth made that pressure build in your lower belly, your toes curling from their position in the air. Your loud moans only pushed him further, shoving 2 fingers in your tight heat. Your slick walls gripped his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them.

“Y-Yoongi! I’m gonna-“

He curled his fingers up, pulling away from your clit to lean up close to your face, his breath hitting your cheeks. “You gonna cum? You’re such a good girl.” He pressed some kisses to your open mouth, fingers thrusting in and out of your in a superhuman pace, veins and muscles in his arms shifting and bulging from the exertion.

When your orgasm crashed, you swore all of your senses except touch disappeared. You couldn’t hear and your vision blurred from the tears that had welled in your eyes. But Yoongi didn’t stop.

Your hand flew down to grab at his wrist, back arching as he continued his assault, helping you ride the huge wave.

He pulled his lip between his teeth. You were so sexy.

Once you came down, he slowly pulled his fingers from your, the digits glistening in your release. He sucked them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. He just couldn’t get enough.

Now he wanted more. Standing from the couch, he pulled off his own shirt and pants, taking his briefs with them. His hard cock slapped against his stomach, red at the tip and practically pulsing.

You bit your lip, thighs squeezing together as your pussy throbbed. Fuck you were so wet.

He flopped back on the couch, patting his lap. “Come ride this cock, baby.”

Not needing to be told twice, you crawled over into his lap, taking your bra and ruined panties off on the way.

His hands gripped your ass once you were straddled on his hips. You could feel the heavy weight of his cock pressing on your ass and it filled you with excitement.

Reaching your hand back, you gripped his cock, pumping it a few times. He groaned, head falling back against the couch at your touch.

Delivering a sharp slap to your ass, he growled, “stop teasing.”

His deep and demanding voice sent shivers down your spine. Never one to disobey, you lifted your hips, lining up his cock with your entrance. You rubbed the tip over your opening to gather some of your wetness before you slowly began sinking down on him.

A moan came from both of you as his thick cock began splitting you open. Your walls were squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could cum right there but he refrained. He wasn’t even all the way inside yet.

Your mouth was dropped open as his cock stretched you open, head tossed back and eyes closed as you basked in the feeling. Each ridge and vein was pressing against you in the most delicious way, the slight curve pressing against that spot deep inside of you. You felt like you could cum again just like this.

Once your ass met his thighs, you both let out sighs. Not only from pleasure but from being able to be close like this. This is what you needed; this closeness, this union, this intimacy. Sex was so much more to you than just getting off. It bonded you and brought you closer than ever, love spilling over and intertwining your hearts and souls.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a sweeter and more sensual kiss.

“I love you…” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Your hips began rolling against him, slowly at first to get accumulated to the stretch. He assisted you with one hand on your ass and one on your hip.

Before long, you began raising your hips, falling back down on his lap. The low clapping sounds spurring you on.

Yoongi groaned against your lips. “That’s it, baby. Faster.” With another sharp slap to your ass that made you moan, you bounced faster. Your ass jiggled each time it connected with his thighs and a part of him wished he could see it but the blissed out look on your face was too good to pass up.

Unwrapping your arms from his neck, you leaned back to get that perfect angle, your hands landing on his knees. A squeak fell from you as his tip began bullying your soft spot. Your head fell back, mouth dropped open as that delicious feeling began building in the pit of your stomach.

“Ah! Yoongi! Your cock feels s-so good!” You felt drunk, mind hazy and awareness faded. All you could focus on was the feel of him under you and the way his perfect cock slipped in and out. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, electricity spreading all the way to your fingertips and making your toes curl.

Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off you. He didn’t even know where to look; your breasts, face, where you were connected? He could see how your arousal was dripping down to wet his pubic hair, a ring of your wetness coating the base of his cock. You were truly was a sight to behold.

That pressure was building faster than you thought. Sliding your hand down your body, your fingers connected with your clit, rubbing the nub in fast circles.

“Yoongi!”

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Your walls clenched and constricted around him, almost suffocating him. His hands rubbed at your nipples, flicking at the piercings. You were seeing stars, the stimulation was too much. His hands roaming you, your own fingers on your clit, and his cock inside of you was all too much.

That pressure…..

“I’m cumming!”

Your hips lifted from his cock, it falling out to slap against his stomach. Your fingers rubbed at your clit until some drips of liquid came out. The motion of your fingers caused the droplets to fly everywhere, some landing on the cushions as well.

Once you were done riding it out, he was flipping you back on the couch, head pressed into the cushions and ass up in the air. He delivered a few slaps to your ass, pulling some moans from your at the sting. Your head was swimming, the sudden movement making you a little dizzy but that dizziness quickly left when Yoongi entered you again.

His cock entered you in one swift motion, hips immediately working to push and pull against you. Your ass clapped back on his hips, the fat jiggling and rippling with every move. His own orgasm was just over the horizon.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust. “You come in here looking this good and then you bounce on my cock until you squirt? Why the fuck have I been spending all my time here when you’re at home?” He was really talking to himself. Only a true idiot would leave a hot piece of ass like this at home all day. And he must really be a true idiot, probably the dumbest man alive. But not anymore.

Your moans were rising in pitch. With this position, you could every inch, every curve, absolutely everything. You could barely breathe, your brain only being able to form utterances of his name and begs of faster and harder.

That feeling in Yoongi began cresting, balls drawing up as his orgasm washed over him. His hands gripped your hips and ass hard enough to bruise but you could care less. He could bruise you up all he wanted.

His orgasm spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, shuddering his whole body. “F-fuck….” He breathed out. That was probably the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life.

Your own breath began to even out. You thought that was the end but you were suddenly flipped around back on your back. Both of your legs were hiked up over his right shoulder, thighs pressing into your chest in Yoongi’s absolute favorite position.

“You think I’m done with you?” His smirk was teasing and it caused more arousal to drip from you. He reached his hand down to line himself up before pushing into your heat. A gasp came from your throat at the intrusion, your hands coming to grip at the back of his neck.

His hips set a brutal pace, balls wetly slapping against your ass.

“Oh my god! Y-Yoongi!”

It felt like he was in your throat, every thrust hitting you in all the right spots. Your nails scratched at his neck, the slight sting only pushing him harder. He could feel your walls tightening, a tell tale sign of your orgasm. Your breasts bounced with every push, dark nipples looking incredibly enticing.

“Cum, baby. That’s it.”

Your body seized up as your second orgasm full body absorbed you. Your vision spotted white and your ears were ringing.

But not even your orgasm made him stop or slow down. He pushed faster and harder, the squelching noises getting louder as more and more wetness spilled from you.

It was like your orgasm wouldn’t stop. Wave after wave came over you. Every nerve was lit on fire, your mouth dropped but no sound came out. He had taken every word from you.

When he felt you squirt on his cock again, he shoved his full cock inside. Your toes curled so hard that you could feel them crack, legs shaking but he held them tightly. Your hands smacked against his shoulders as the stimulation became too much. You were so full.

“Yoongi!”

“Take it. Take all that cock, baby.”

You had no choice but you didn’t care. You’d give up every choice if it meant he’d fuck you like this.

He rolled his hips against yours a few more times before his own orgasm washed over him. He groaned into your throat, a full body shudder racking his body.

Lifting his head, he connected your lips in a soft kiss, a complete turn from what just went down. You hummed against his lips, hands roaming his soft skin.

He moved your legs from his shoulders, massaging your slightly sore muscles as you kissed. You both let out small moans as he pulled out of your heat, his cum flowing out of you.

Yoongi helped you clean yourself up, giving you a large elastic to tie up your hair. The sweat would definitely make your roots curl back up but that was a problem for another day. You put your dress back on as Yoongi pulled his shirt and pants back on. Your underwear found themselves tucked into his back pocket. A little silly considering he had endless access to you pussy but you guessed it was some man thing.

When Yoongi went back to his computer, leaning over the chair to click at some things, you visibly deflated, mood dampening. Was he really going back to work? You guessed you did just come to drop off food, the sex was a bonus and you did say you would leave afterwards. You just couldn’t help but feel a little sad and used. Yoongi was the king of aftercare, always running you a bath or giving you cuddles as you two calmed down from lovemaking. It’s not like this one moment would make you think Yoongi didn’t care but you did feel a little defeated.

Gathering your things, you were about to approach the door but Yoongi’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t turn to face him, feeling a little embarrassed. “Home. Aren’t you going back to work?”

A snort came from him. “Of course not.”

You gasped when his body pressed against your back, also the feeling of his boner was right on your ass.

“Yoongi….”

“You really think I’m about to work and let you go home so you can wash my cum out of you? I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”

Maybe you should come to the studio more often.

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Pathetic

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader see each other again years later

“Well thanks, Michelle! It was good to see you.” You smile and grab your bag from the older ladies hands. “I’m glad we caught up on the Athens, Ohio drama.” You laughed.

“Good to see you too. Don’t wait 5 years before you come back next time!” She called after you.

You were back in your home town, Athens, OH for the weekend dealing with a family dilemma. Athens was a small town, it really only had 2 main roads, both lines with gas stations, locally owned shops, and a few hotels. You grew up shopping at this same grocery store. Michelle had worked here since you were little and she recognized you the second you walked in. It was great to catch up with an old friend, but you were ready to escape this little town. You had stopped to grab a few things before heading to the hotel across the street for the night.

With another quick smile and wave, you pressed your back against the door to open it before it was quickly pulled away from you, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall backwards.

“Shit. Sorry!” Familiar hands reached up and helped steady you.

“Its ok.” You turned and were immediately frozen in shock. “Joe.” You gasped.

“What… oh my go—“ he nervously fiddled with his hands. “Hey.” He greeted you, clearly caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Family stuff.” You nervously spit out. “What about you? Don’t you have practice or something?” You questioned.

“Bye week. Came home to support the local football team in play offs.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Are you staying at your parents?”

“No. Actually have a room at the hotel across the street.” You nodded your head in that direction. “I know it’s not the fanciest but it has a bed, and TV, and AC..” you nervously blabber. “Actually was just headed back to grab a drink and some dinner.”

Joe turned to look at the hotel before his eyes met yours again. “I’ll walk you over there.”

“Joe.” You laughed. “It’s literally 50 feet away. I’ll be fine.”

“I know… I just… would you… do you wanna catch up? Let me buy you a drink. It’s been what? 5 years since we’ve seen each other?” His eyes anxiously look around.

“Yeah sure.” You smile. “We probably have some catching up to do.”

You and Joe had dated for 4 years before you both left for colleges across the country from each other. He was now an NFL Quarterback and you were a wedding photographer. The breakup was messy, neither of you really got closure, and you hadn’t spoken since.

You followed Joe across the street and slid into the booth across from him. The room was dimly lit, the table sticky with booze, and the waitress was nosy. It was clear she recognized Joe, but he gave her one look after she dropped off your first round of drinks and made it clear she wouldn’t bother you both.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been? What’re you up to these days.”

You pressed your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip. “I’ve been good. Super busy. Started my own wedding photography business and basically spend all my time editing pictures.”

“Wow.” His eyes were wide. “Congratulations. I know that was always your dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, congrats to you Mr. Quarterback.” You teased.

He laughed and took a drink, shaking his head. “Yeah. It’s been a crazy ride.” A smile spread across his face. If there was one thing you still admired about Joe it was how humble he was. He’s graduated college less than a year ago and was already leading an NFL team to victory. “So, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?” He paused. “Girlfriend? Significant other?”

You laughed. “No, just me right now.” Your cheeks turned bright red. “Are you seeing someone?”

“Yeah.” He flashed the gold band on his ring finger. “Got married last year, just welcomed our first little one a few months ago.”

“Holy cow!” Your heart was crushed. “Congrats!” You faked a smiled and motioned to the waitress another round of drinks was needed. “Tell me about them!” You really didn’t want more details, but were just trying to be nice.

“My wife”, he flipped his phone around and his Lock Screen lit up, flashing a perfect picture of his beautiful wife and precious baby, “is truly superwomen. She’s taken on the roll of mom and NFL wife without an issue.” He smiled. “And baby Scarlett is just perfect.”

“You have a beautiful family.” You admitted. “Are they here with you?”

“No, just me. Hard to travel with a new born.” He looked at his phone again. “Actually if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go call them quick and say goodnight?” You nodded and he excused himself from the table.

You quickly finished your second glass of wine. Not sure if your face was hot from the alcohol or because you were holding back so many emotions. 5 years ago there was no doubt in your mind you would be Joes wife. But here you are, in a stuffy hotel bar single and talking about his newborn.

“Can I actually just buy a bottle?” You questioned as the waitress made her way around again. “And he’ll take another as well.” You motioned to Joes empty cup as she made her way back behind the bar to get your request.

Your face was buried in your phone as you googled Joe and his wife.

“Ordered me another I see.” Joe smirked as he sat back down across from you.

You quickly stashed your phone back in your purse. “I figured you’d be game for another round.” You laughed.

You and Joe spent the next few hours catching up, sharing drinks, and laughing about all of your old memories. The bar would be closing soon and you needed to get to bed, you had a long drive ahead of you tomorrow.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Joe helped you from your seat, both of you stumbling and extremely tipsy.

“Thanks, Joe.” You slurred and took his hand.

You slipped your way into the elevator and up to the 7th floor before leading Joe down the hallway to your room. “Here it is.” You turned to him.

Joe grabs you around the waist, his hands shaking as though he might break you.

“Do you want to come in?” You whisper, your eyes locked on his.

He nods, his fingers still trembling and locked in your hips.

“You know I’m not going to break, right? I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” You giggle.

“I still feel like I’m going to break you.” His grip loosens even more. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be back here and-“

You place a finger to his lip, silencing him. “Kiss me.” You whisper.

Joe crashes your lips together. His hands hungrily tracing every inch of your body. He lifts you up and without hesitation you wrap your legs around his hips, falling onto him as he sits on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spend the rest of the night tangled up with Joe, his lips attacking yours.

“You ever think about us?” Joe asks after your long night. Your both laying in bed as the sun peaks through the curtains.

“Of course I do.” You answer, your voice horse and your lips swollen. “I think a lot about how timing is everything. We had the love, we had the whole universe. We just weren’t ready for each other.”

You both look at each other. And just like back then, there is so much love in your eyes. And somehow, the timing is still not right. And it seems that’s how things will always be for you and Joe, your timing will always be a little off.

“I think you need to go.” You clear your throat and break the stare between you two.

“What do you mean?” Joe pulls you into him.

“This isn’t right. We both know that. I really think you need to go. You have a wife and a family Joe. This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair,” he says, rolling away from you and throwing the comforter off of his body, “is that your about of put your clothes on and force me to leave this room.” He stands from the bed. “And I don’t know why.”

You stare at him, eyes wide and nervous. “Joe.” You say softly. “This isn’t right. You have to go. You need to.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “I still believe we’ll get our second chance. Somehow, someway we’ll find each other again. It’s pathetic, really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.”

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ꕤ 44. a love stolen away (ღ)

tw: angst / wc: 743

the sky was colored cerulean, with minimal puffy white clouds floating about in a snail-like pace. it's a beautiful day today — perfect for picnics in the park with family, perfect for walking around the sidewalk with no particular goal but to feel the fresh breeze kiss your skin…

perfect for a wedding.

"say, ayaka, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

ayaka, who had started her day banging her fist against the varnished wooden doors, stops to look at you incredulously. "dude, i'm literally trying to get us out of here. don't be so pessimistic at least!" the banging resumes, with two fists this time. "i'll get you out of here, okay? just wait, and you'll get your speak now moment!"

you didn't laugh. much less reacted, really. your eyes hold no light, and it's jarring seeing the contrast against the sunny day, almost as if the universe is making fun of your miserable state.

"i wonder what color his suit was. i think he looks rather dashing in white, then again i also think he can pull-off any color."

ayaka sighs, walking towards you with heavy steps. she crouches before you but you don't spare her a glance. "don't worry, yn, okay? we can—"

"if you do get us out, i want to fly back home. maybe all of this is sign that me and ayato were just never meant to happen. we're from two different worlds. after he graduates he'll be the president of a company, but when i graduate i'll just be some clumsy intern who works 9 to 5 and doesn't get paid half as much as the hours i put in."

ayaka feels a spark of irritation in her nerves and she's never want to slap some sense into you as much as she does now.

"yn, listen to me. what are you saying? don't give up yet—"

"coming here even made you fight with your grandfather. i don't want you to fight with your family."

"no," ayaka retaliates, stubborn. "first of all, you are more than what you think, yn. i genuinely don't think i would've survived college nor would i even be as mentally strong enough to even run as president! i am where i am now, because some god or deity above gave me an amazing friend. grandpa… needed to get that reality check that times are changing and he can't dictate what his grandchildren should do anymore."

you're silent, and ayaka would've thought you weren't listening if not for the glint of tears building in yours eyes.

"this is just so fucked up," you whispered. "i didn't even get the chance to explain. he got married thinking i never returned his feelings, and that's what hurts me the most."

"hey, hey, the ceremony won't start in…" ayaka looks over her shoulder on the small digital clock by the bedside table. "no less than three hours! we can still make it so don't speak like all hope's gone. just help me bust down this door and we can hail a cab, the venue isn't far from here so—"

"earlier this morning, while you were still sleeping, do you wanna know what your grandfather said to me before he left?"

truthfully, ayaka doesn't. "what?"

"the ceremony started this morning, at 9AM. they changed the time and had informed all the guests three days ago — except for you. he said he knew his grandchildren, and honestly? i think he really does…"

ayaka wants to pass out.

"…considering he knew ayato wouldn't spend a night in a room with the girl he's forced to marry and that you'd fly here with me to soil his plan. he knew everything. he caught ayato, and ordered him to text aoki that he was staying here when really, he was at another hotel. ayato's will is already broken down. your grandfather knew your brother won't run away, that he had no other option but to accept the marriage. while you, on the other hand…"

so that's why you looked lifeless, like you want to raise your white flag and fly back home tail in between your legs.

the first tear rolls down your cheeks. ayaka didn't want to imagine what you felt, of a love stolen away before it began.

"timecheck: its 12PM, and i've given my context. so answer my question, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — a wild rosie appears... and dips again for the next 5 mos /j

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 5 - Adultery

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When Natasha wanted you to accompany her to a place, you didn't expect her to take her private plane and fly you to another city. "Where are we going?" You asked. "To visit my mother. I think she would be happy when she sees you." She grabbed your hand like it was the most natural thing for her to do. "But I did not prepare anything." Throughout your days with Natasha, you started being more comfortable with her, maybe even more comfortable than with your own family. "No need to be scared, she is not the person whom you are thinking about." Truthfully, you were thinking about the lady you saw at your wedding, but if there's anything to go by how you saw her dad, you weren't sure if what you saw was the real her.

Even after the flight, there was still a long ride to wherever she was leading you. You saw the view outside your window change from the city to the mountains until the car stopped in front of a cemetery.

Sensing your thoughts Natasha explained herself. "My mother got into an accident and passed away when I was young. It's nothing, don't worry about it."

You watched from a step back as Natasha paid respect to her.

Mum, this is the wife I chose, she is nice. I don't even want her to leave my side for a second. I don't want to be ever separated from her. I didn't understand you at first, but now, I do...

===

"Are you sure it's Millenium Hotel, room 1806?"

Stephanie arrived in front of the indicated room and started banging on the door. "Marcus, open the door! Do you hear me? Marcus, open the door, I know you're in there! Open the door!" She heard the door unlatch and was expecting her boyfriend behind, but was faced with you clad in a simple shirt.

"Y/N Y/L/N? It's you! You bitch!" She charged at you, catching you by surprise as you tried to backstep into the room. You stumbled as you backtracked, further aided by the push your sister added and landed on the floor. "Y/N Y/L/N! You're so hypocritical! You're already married to Natasha Romanoff, why do you have to seduce Marcus!? He's mine, only mine!" Her rage blinded her as she straddled you and slapped you on your cheeks. "You bitch! Don't even think of snatching him away!"

Just as she was about to land another slap, a hand stopped her by the wrist and it was by the hands of Natasha Romanoff. "Na-Natasha Romanoff?" She glanced at you before looking back at Natasha again. "Yes, it is me. Or have you forgotten who I am?"

"What is going on?" Stephanie thought she entered Marcus' room, not only did she not see him, Y/N and Natasha were there, or was it not what it seemed? "You thought Marcus was here? And my wife is together with him?" Using her core and arm strength, she threw Stephanie in the corner, knocking her out cold.

"Are you alright?" She gave you a hand in standing up as your head pounded. "I'll be fine."

"Throw her out! I don't want to see any cooperation between Romanoff Corporation and Y/L/N Limited in the future!" Natasha instructed Clint.

"Stephanie?" Marcus happened to come out of his room when Clint was dragging her out. "What are you going to do with Stephanie?"

"Mr Lancaster, this has nothing to do with me." Clint tried to explain. "If it's not you then who is it? Stephanie has fainted and if I didn't coincidentally walk past, where would you have brought her to?" He took Stephanie into his arms as Natasha wheeled out of the room. What a coincidence that their room was right opposite his. You stepped out after her and faced your ex-boyfriend. "Y/N? Why are you here?"

"We are here on our honeymoon."

"Then what about Steph?"

"Then you need to properly ask your woman. She suddenly ran to the door saying to catch adultery." You caught him gritting his teeth as he forced out his words. "I'll personally apologise when I find out what happened." He went back to his room with a bang on the door. With all the noise, you felt bad for those who were staying in the surrounding rooms.

"Clint, go find a doctor." You immediately told Clint not to and that you were fine. "Applying some ice would reduce the swelling in no time. You go ahead, Clint." Natasha didn't say anything until she took some ice from the mini fridge and placed it on your cheeks. "Something on my face?" She asked when she caught you staring at her. "Yeah, your beautiful face." You were getting bolder by the day. "Silly you."

In the opposite room, the atmosphere was vastly different. Marcus was calming down and smoking at the balcony as he waited for Stephaine to wake up when he felt arms around his waist. "Marcus, how are you?"

"You got someone to investigate me?" He asked without turning around. "I-" She pulled back abruptly, she didn't think she would be seen through so quickly. "Is it true?"

"I didn't!" She was quick to hold his arm again, begging him to believe her. "Marcus, what the hell is wrong with you?" Marcus pushed her hands away. "I gave you a chance to confess and it's you who didn't want it."

"No, it's not like that! Hear me out!"

"No need." He had already packed his bag and was ready to leave. "Don't leave, Marcus. Marcus! I know I'm wrong. I swear I won't investigate you anymore, really!" The door closed and she was faced with the reality that she would be alone.

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Natasha didn't allow you to head out when your face was still bruised and handprint present until the next day. You checked yourself in the mirror and was glad that it was finally back to normal. "Natasha, I have recovered. When can we go out? You see, I'm alright." You showed her. She brought her hands to your face and pulled you closer. "What- what are you doing?" You blushed at the proximity between you and her, just a little more and you would be touching. "To see if it's really alright."

Smiling at the approval of finally going out, you changed into your new clothes and started visiting the city for real.

"Y/N, I have something I want to tell you, let's find a place." Marcus came out of nowhere to ambush you and Natasha.

In the end, you indulged him with Natasha and went to a cafe together. Natasha was purposely feeding you all she could to irritate Marcus. "Y/N, I have broken up with Stephanie." You showed no interest in him and continued eating. "I said, I have broken up with Stephanie."

"I heard it!"

"So..."

"So what?"

"Is there no way we can get back together?" That earned a side eye from Natasha. "No! Not even in the future."

"How can it be..." He clenched his fist and stood up. "It's her, right?" It's all because of her right? Because you need her to support the Y/L/N family, so... so you rejected me!"

"It is because of her, but it is because I love Natasha that's why I rejected you. But you have my thanks for breaking up in the first place, because of that I am able to be with Natasha." Natasha felt a surge of pride at your confession. "This is a famous dish, here, have a taste."

"Y/N, you don't need to be afraid of the Y/L/N, I will deal with them, you can just trust me!"

"Are you done? Clint, see him out."

"Mr Lancaster, please. If you don't go, I would have to take other measures." Finally he left his seat and walked towards the exit. "Mr Lancaster, please let me give you a word of advice." Natasha started. "No one can always make the correct decision. Do not regret it, since you have already made that decision. Sometimes, it's just an action that changes one's fate." Natasha was fiercely protective of you and wouldn't let anyone covet you.

The day went on with peace as you went to a flea market. You even tried to put some sunglasses on Clint who tried refusing but was unsuccessful with your relentless advances. Even Natasha whose words said she would never put it on, ended up purchasing the one you placed on her.

You were relaxing at a cafe, hiding from the afternoon sun as you took bites of your parfait. Natahsa's phone rang and she picked it up, immediately thinking something wrong had happened with the company. "Hello, Dad, did something occur at the company? I'll be back at night."

"Those senior managers can take care of the company. You and Y/N should enjoy yourself for at least 10 days, don't bother to come back."

"Dad, Y/N has to go to work tomorrow."

"What work! Work is not that important as compared to your honeymoon!" Natasha hung up the phone once she realised there was nothing important that needed her attention.

===

Back in your own bed in the house, you received a message from the class representative you haven't heard from in a long time. There appears to be a class reunion the next day and he was reminding you to attend.

You decided not to attend, you were naive and innocent back then and did not maintain contact with your friends other than Marcus. You genuinely don't think you would mix well with your friends now.

You went to work as normal the next day, making sure you weren't going to be late as you checked your watch. You furrowed your eyebrow when you saw Marcus outside your company. Maybe he wasn't here for you, so you decided to ignore him and continue on your way.

"Marcus?" You said when he grabbed a hold of you and put you in his car. "Marcus, what are you doing?!" You tried opening the car door, but it was locked. You demanded to know what he was doing, but he only told you that he had requested a leave of absence for you. You have no idea what the company was doing, approving leaves without your presence and knowledge. "This is not about asking for leave! I'm not going! You let me out of the car now!" You shouted at him, but he only drove off. "Then you should tell the class representative yourself, I'm just taking orders."

You remained silent for the rest of the car ride until he brought you to the destination. "Y/N!" You ran off once he unlocked the door and shouted for any cab that was available to take you. "Y/N, since you're here, don't be stubborn."

"Marcus! Y/N!" The class representative came out and called both of you. "Why didn't you call since you are here? If I hadn't come out, I wouldn't have known you'd arrived."

"So sorry, I have something on at home, so I can't attend the gathering today." You said. "Y/N, don't be so stubborn, it won't take long."

You couldn't blame him for misunderstanding the relationship between you and Marcus as his hands were on your shoulder as he was trying to hold you back. "I can finally understand. You two are fighting, so you are angry with each other, right?" You couldn't stand Marcus' smug smile when the class representative thought the two of you were together. "We broke up long ago." You clarified immediately. "Broke up?"

"All women lose their temper when arguing, I am accustomed to it."

"Nowadays young people argue and break up easily. A slight quarrel can add fun to life, but just don't overdo it."

"Today's gathering is definitely precious, but my husband and I need to visit an elder family member, so I really need to leave." You gave him your apologies before walking away and getting into the first cab you saw.

Your colleagues were surprised to see you there when you entered. "Y/N, your friend said you didn't feel well so you wouldn't be coming in today..." Wanda said when you sat at your table. "That person is not my friend. You all please don't take whatever he says seriously." You said it half to her and to Millicent to make sure they understood where you come from. "I saw him come here for you before, I mean that tall and handsome guy." She described Marcus from what she could remember.

"Right, how can you two just be friends?" And of course, Sharon was there to hear of the conversation. "He is your secret lover! You're so arrogant. First it's Carol Danvers then Natasha Romanoff appointed you directly for an interview. This time Mr Lancaster helped you take leave!"

"Thank you, Sharon, for your concern for a newbie like me. I will work harder from now on." Wanda covered her mouth to hide the laugh.

"I shall see how long you can be this arrogant! Once your sugar daddy is exposed, I'm going to get you out of the green light sooner or later!"

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 9 months

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Timeline Part 3: May 2017 - June 2017

Previously: 2015 - April 2017 | Update to April 2015 - April 2017

As I mentioned before, I'll be doing these in smaller chunks because Tumblr keeps crashing when I do longer posts. In this edition, we'll look at Sussex PR from May 2017 to June 2017.

A quick note first. There isn't as many pieces from Meghan's mouthpieces during this window as there were earlier in the year. I suspect either a) Harry caught on to how much Meghan talked to the press so she scaled back to keep working him or b) the articles were handled when Meghan's team was scrubbing the internet.

This is also when we start seeing the Daily Mail start dripping hints about Meghan's dossier.

Here we go!

And as always, if you have updates, corrections, additions, please share!

5/2/2017: Meghan gives an interview to Good Housekeeping. This is the first known "roast chicken" reference.

5/3/2017: Meghan teases that Harry uses caviar pills to cure his male pattern baldness. "He" credits Meghan's holistic wellness.

5/4/2017: Buckingham Palace announces that Prince Philip is retiring after the summer and will stand down from royal duties. Anna Wintour is made a Dame by The Queen.

5/6/2017: The BBC claims that Harry's father is actually James Hewitt.

5/6/2017 - 5/7/2017: Audi Polo Challenge 2017 at Coworth Park. Meghan attends to watch Harry play polo and she is photographed with Mark Dyer. On Day 1 (May 6th), paparazzi catch Harry and Meghan kissing in the car park. On Day 2 (May 7th), William also plays polo and allegedly has Meghan thrown out of Coworth Park for stalking. Also on May 7th, Meghan leaks that she will be attending Pippa's wedding.

5/8/2017: Meghan wears a wedding dress for a movie.

5/9/2017: It's revealed that Meghan ditched Serena William's baby shower to go to London to see Harry.

5/10/2017: Mark Dyer sells his pubs to move out of London. The article is the first confirmation that he/his pubs had hosted Harry and Meghan for dates in the early days of their relationship. Speculation begins that Dyer doesn't like Meghan at all.

5/12/2017: Risque photos from a production Meghan did in 2011 resurface.

5/16/2017: Meghan flies into London for Pippa's wedding, although it isn't reported until May 17th and it isn't confirmed until May 18th.

5/18/2017: Meghan confirms she is in London to attend Pippa's wedding.

5/19/2017: Meghan does a pap walk in leggings and shows off her bum. The photos lead to the headline "Wedding of the Rears" and a front page photo by The Sun. Eugenie gives a tone-deaf interview about her "career" and mentions that she loves "The Crown."

5/20/2017: Pippa's Wedding. Meghan is not invited to the ceremony but is allowed at the after-party. Harry leaves the wedding midday to drive 3 hours round-trip to pick Meghan up from Nottingham Cottage. Rumors begin that Meghan wasn't allowed at all to Pippa's wedding, making Meghan angry, so to keep the peace, Harry left the wedding early and picked Meghan up so they could drive past local press to pretend they were going to the wedding.

5/21/2017: Meghan is papped leaving Kensington Palace early in the morning to fly back to Toronto.

5/22/2017:

Meghan gives an interview to Glamour UK about her fashion sense and style. She gives an infamous quote about how she likes to wear monochromatic neutrals (which later bites her in the butt when she says the royals made her wear only neutrals).

The Daily Mail reveals that Meghan's legal first name is actually Rachel.

Risque photos from Meghan's 2013 film resurface.

Meghan claims she was given rooms at the hotel where Pippa's wedding breakfast was being held and that she stayed away from the service out of respect to the bride. This completely contradicts her earlier story that she had stayed at Kensington Palace and that Harry left the wedding early to collect her for the after-party.

5/24/2017:

Priyanka Chopra gives an interview in which she speaks about Meghan and hints that she and Harry are engaged, saying she hopes for an invite to the wedding.

Meghan leaks that Harry plans to take her to Lesotho.

Sentebale's financial report is published.

5/28/2017: Meghan teases that she and Harry are house-hunting in Norfolk to be near William, Kate, and the children.

5/29/2017: William's GQ issue is published, in which he gives an intervew speaking about Diana's death and new photographs of the Cambridge family (in black and white!) are released.

5/31/2017: Camilla Thurlow (of Love Island) gives an interview about having dated Harry back in 2014 when they were photographed at a nightclub together.

6/4/2017: Harry travels to Singapore for four days to play polo in a fundraiser for Sentebale. He also does AIDS awareness work. The polo game is where he meets and befriends Nacho Figueroa.

6/7/2017: Harry travels to Sydney to promote the 2018 Invictus Games, merching his Meghan bracelet. Also, Pippa and James Matthews are in Perth for their honeymoon at the same time.

6/8/2017: Andrew applies to the UK Intellectual Property Office to trademark his Pitch@Palace initiative.

6/9/2017: Meghan is just like Queen Letizia!

6/10/2017: Meghan the yoga influencer. Meghan gives an airport papwalk in Texas ahead of the ATX Festival, merching her Panama hat, The Economist, and Chanel. Patrick Adams gives an interview to ATX about Meghan's relationship and speculates Harry ought to make a cameo on Suits.

6/11/2017: US Weekly speculates that Harry and Meghan could be getting married soon.

6/14/2017: The Sun recaps Harry's past relationships. They also reveal that Meghan had been invited to the 2016 Invictus Games in Orlando. The Sun claims that Meghan accepted the invitation and attended the games, but she and Harry didn't meet.

(June 14, 2017, is also the Grenfell Tower fire.)

6/16/2017: The Daily Express speculate on what Harry and Meghan's children could like.

6/17/2017:

The royal family celebrates The Queen's Birthday Parade, Trooping the Colour. (Kate and Charlotte wear pink.)

Meghan merches a gold and diamond thumb ring that she claims is from Harry. She also claims that Harry gave her a Cartier Love Bracelet (which we know now is actually from Trevor).

E News reports that Harry flies to Toronto after Trooping festivities to visit Meghan. E News also claims that Harry will propose by the end of the year and that Meghan is preparing to move to London. They later update the article to say Harry's camp denied that he went to Toronto and instead went directly to Malawi/Africa.

6/20/2017:

William and Kate make their first Royal Ascot appearance.

Meghan puts Beatrice and Eugenie on notice that she knows they're trying to take her down.

Rumors of Meghan's attitude/behavior causing problems on the Suits set begin. She brushes it off in an interview saying the cast is upset she keeps ditching them to spend time with Harry and that it'll blow over when she introduces Harry to them.

According to unverified claims by E News, Harry leaves Toronto and flies to Malawi for conservation charity work.

Meghan's character arrives on "The Windsors."

6/21/2017: Harry's Newsweek interview to commemorate the 20th anniversary of Diana's passing, and is part of his Hero Harry PR drive. Infamous snippets:

He's in no rush to get married or propose (clapback to all of Meghan's PR trying to hustle him down the aisle).

No one wants to be king or queen.

He wanted to quit the royal family at one point.

Meghan "communed with the dinosaurs" date night at the Natural History Museum.

"Small window of when people are interested in me before George and Charlotte take over."

6/22/2017: Fleet Street criticism of Harry's Newsweek interview begins. It lasts for about a week.

6/25/2017: Sexy photos from Meghan's 2014 model shoot resurface. Meghan leaks that Harry is making her engagement ring with diamonds and emeralds from Diana's collection and that he is collaborating with the royal jeweller, Harry Collins. She also says that Harry wants to marry sooner rather than later while Philip is still around to attend. (This comes after news that Philip was hospitalized for an infection and immediately causes speculation that Philip is seriously unwell/knocking at death's door.)

6/26/2017: E News claims that Harry's discussion about modernizing the monarchy and his role in the modernized monarchy is him preparing for marriage. This immediately causes speculation amongst royal watchers that he and Meghan had fought about the monarchy's way of charitywork (versus her issues-based campaigning) and Harry's sudden discussions about how the monarchy was modernizing was his attempts to fix it.

Also on 6/26/2017, the Court Circular confirms Harry is in Malawai. It is his only Court Circular appearance between 6/17/2017 (Trooping) and 7/6/2017.

6/27/2017: Meghan flies to London. Harry merches Sandals' Grande St. Lucian resort in a promo article. He stayed at the resort during his Caribbean tour in November 2016.

6/28/2017: Meghan merches her clothes and Channel 4 announces a "Meet the Markles" reality show/docuseries about Meghan's family.

6/29/2017: Meghan merches her clothes again and again tries to be a fashion influencer by plugging the "Meghan Effect." The trailer for Suits Season 7 drops and Charles and Camilla travel to Canada for a 3-day tour.

6/30/2017: Meghan leaks that she and Harry are very private homebodies and prefer to stay at home.

7/1/2017: The Cambridges, Harry, and the Spencers attend a private memorial service at the Althorp estate for Diana. (Meghan is in Toronto filming the 100th episode of Suits, courtesy of Patrick Adams' instagram.) Meghan's relationship history is published. Charles announces plans to throw an enormous 70th birthday party for Camilla.

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The love we gave away

Chapter 5

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut!, oral (f receiving), sad reader, bit of asshole Ransom

A/N: so here is the next chapter. I’m sorry I guess 😬

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Song that Faith and reader sing along to

The sun was out providing warmth and another bright day. A light breeze kept you cool enough as you sat on the balcony on the last floor of the hotel you were staying at. It was the perfect place to relax, take in the view and enjoy the free time and inspiration as you sketched new designs. You were waiting for Faith to show up for brunch in your room but you also knew she was a bit on the drunk side when you last saw her.

It was another half hour before Faith finally showed up followed by hotel staff carting food. You had them set everything up out on the balcony and tipped them as they left. Faith groaned as she walked out to the balcony with her huge sunglasses and loungewear on. She plopped herself on one of the chairs and grabbed a strawberry.

“Did you have a good night last night?” You tease.

“Did you?”

“I did, I slept great.”

“With Ransom as your body pillow of course.” Faith smiles.

“Nope. All by myself.”

“Say just kidding right now.” Faith takes off her sunglasses so that you’ll look her in the eyes. “But you were all over each other yesterday. And don’t think I forgot about you telling me everything about your meetup in New York.” She says as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah well, we actually met up for the first time a few weeks ago.”

“You’re playing with me.”

“Nope.”

“How did it happen? Why did you guys meet up?” She leans forward and places all of her attention on you once she sees your brilliant smile.

You grabbed your phone and searched for something before turning it toward Faith. She studied the photo for a moment before it clicked. Faith screamed as she grabbed your phone and stared at the picture of the twins you had pulled up.

“How? I mean look at them. They’re beautiful. When did this happen? You have to tell me everything.”

So you did. Over brunch you explained everything that had happened from the moment the twins showed up in your life until now.

“Wow. I mean that’s amazing. So when can I meet my niece and nephew?”

“We can get together when you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Perfect. What about you and Ransom?”

“What about us?” You ask as you pop a grape into your mouth.

“Don’t play dumb it doesn’t suit you. It’s obvious you guys still have feelings for each other. Just the way you looked at each other.” She sighs.

“Nothings going to happen. I mean he has a girlfriend.”

Faith perks up at your statement and then she grins. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“They broke up. Why do you think he’s here alone?”

“I don’t know, I thought she’d fly in today or tomorrow.”

“This is perfect. You’ll be back together before the wedding is over. I can feel it.” Faith does a little happy dance in her seat.

“Well I’m not getting my hopes up. Now let’s go try on your dress.”

You both get up and head to the separate room the dress was being held in. Faith gets into the dress with a little bit of your help and you make notes to add a few finishing touches.

The day went by quicker than you would have liked. The rehearsal dinner was fantastic and now everyone was meeting in the lobby to catch a party bus to go out to a club or two. It wasn’t really your thing but considering you were with people you knew and Faith badgering you to go you got dressed.

In the lobby you were one of the last people down. You wore a gold sequin bodycon mini dress, matching gold stilettos, your hair was down and your makeup was simple with bold lipstick. As your heels clicked against the tiled floor you saw Ransom turn his head in your direction. His jaw went slack as he took you in. He took his time looking at the way the dress hugged your curves. When he finally made eye contact with you his eyes were dark and full of want.

Ransom was dressed in dark brown almost black dress pants and a short sleeve button up with an orange, black, cream and white design on it. He looked good and pulled off the look effortlessly.

“You look stunning.” He says as you get closer to him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself.”

Heels click behind you as Faith and Scott appear. She was dressed in white and he was dressed in black. Everyone cheers for them as they lead the group outside. Ransom immediately sticks to your side. His hand on your lower back as he guides you to the party bus which could probably be seen from space with all the lights it had on.

Music is already blasting as you get in. Faith and a few of the bridesmaids are already dancing. You on the other hand decide to sit and Ransom follows your lead. His arm drapes behind you.

“Let’s take a picture.” You whisper in his ear and he nods. “I haven’t told the twins that we ran into each other.”

You pull your phone from the clutch you brought with you and Ransom leans in and waits for you to snap a few. Butterflies erupt in your belly as you look at them. You remember what Faith said to you about him being single now. When you look up she’s giving you a wicked grin and a thumbs up. With a quick message you send the kids a picture.

Abigail: You went together? 😱😱

Theodore: make good choices.

You explain to them that you didn’t know he would be there and that you would in fact be making good choices.

****

For the next three hours you go through the same routine. The bus comes to a stop at a club and everyone gets out, excited for the party to continue inside. The group skips the line and are escorted straight to the VIP section. It doesn’t take long for everyone to have drinks in their hands, yourself included. Soon after, Faith and the bridesmaids leave for the dance floor, dragging you along with them.

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ransom hangs out by the area that gives the best view to the dance floor. His eyes rarely leave you as you move around and sway your hips.

Eventually a slower song comes on at the club you’re currently in. It happens to be a song that you and Faith love.

🎶“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry.

You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night.”🎶

You sing to each other at the top of your lungs as you sway. Faith looks over your shoulder and smiles before Scott steals her away. But before you can go, hands find their way to your hips. You’re ready to elbow whoever is grabbing you.

“It’s just me, Thimble.” Ransom’s breath tickles your ear as he pulls you into his chest.

Since he doesn’t make a move to leave you begin to dance. And if you decide to grind against him and he doesn’t complain, so what? You’re both single and you know there’s still something between you. For the first time in your life you’re going to take a chance on something. No more carefully calculated plans, just a carefree night and whatever happens, happens.

🎶“The distance and the time between us

It’ll never change my mind ’cause

Baby, I would die for you

Baby, I would die for you, yeah.” 🎶

Ransom sings just for you to hear as he moves with you. You turn your head so that you can look at him and he gives you a nod towards the exit. It’s more than a silent request to leave early but you still nod your head. Ransom smiles, like he did when he was younger. With no ulterior motive other than he’s genuinely happy, you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. You grab his hand and let him lead you out. Through the crowd you see Faith and smile before sending a wink in her direction. Last thing you see is her jumping up and down in celebration.

The ride back to the hotel is quick and the elevator ride up to your hotel suite is even faster. But it didn’t feel like it at times. None of it mattered though once the door to your suite closed and Ransom pressed you up against it. It had been the first time in a long time that you’ve kissed someone and even longer since you’ve kissed him.

A small moan escapes you as you feel Ransom’s hands everywhere. He’s possessive with his kiss, his tongue dominating yours. It’s obvious you both have more experience now. Ransom moves from your lips to your neck. He finds that spot that makes you weak while he moves a knee between your thighs. The pressure he applies is enough to get you hot and bothered.

“Ransom, please.” You say as your hands find their way to his hair and you tug.

He lifts you and carries you over to the bed without his lips leaving your skin. That all familiar ache that settled between your legs grows. Ransom lays you down softly on the bed. He gives you a quick kiss before standing back up and getting undressed until he’s only in his black boxer briefs.

“Do you want this?” He asks as he moves to hover over you.

“Yes.”

“Good because I don’t think I’d be able to leave now.” He says before he continues to kiss your chest, pulling down the top of your dress and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth.

His hand palms and kneads your other breast before alternating his attention. You whimper and writhe beneath him as your hands explore the expanse of his much more muscular frame. The experience was new but familiar. Both of you had matured and learned new things. Yet it felt like everything was the same. You’re brought back to the moment when you feel Ransom’s hands on your hips as he pushes up the skirt of your dress up. He groans as he observes you.

“Dirty girl,” he says when he realizes you weren’t wearing any underwear. Your breath hitches when his fingers travel through your folds. “No panties and you’re fucking soaked.”

“Panty lines would have ruined the look.” You shrug.

“Well you did look good. But now I’m going to ruin you. And I’m going to start by doing what I’ve thought about doing for the longest time.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to taste you.” He says as he settles between your legs.

Ransom starts by kissing your thighs until he reaches your center and then he dives right in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard and up until this moment you never realized how much you needed Ransom to eat you out. You can’t help the need you feel to push your pussy more into his face but it only seems to spur him on. He groans as he tastes you and you pull on his hair. His tongue moves from your clit to your weeping entrance and back before he adds a finger and pushes in. Ransom’s pace is quick and suddenly he adds a second finger while he continues to flick his tongue over your clit. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Don’t stop. Please.” You say breathlessly. “Gonna come.”

“I can feel it, pretty girl. Doing so good. Be a good girl and come for me.” He commands and you do as you’re told.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You have your eyes closed and your head thrown back in pleasure as you chant his name over and over. When you finally get a hold of your senses you realize Ransom is hovering over you again. This time he’s just watching you. A smile graces his lips and his eyes are full of that sweet and loving gaze he always held for you. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He murmurs against your lips. With the kiss you taste yourself in his tongue and you gasp.

You do your best to push him so that he’s laying on his back but he doesn’t budge and he chuckles when you roll your eyes. Finally he moves and watches you get rid of the dress which became more of a belt with how it was only around your waist. Vulnerability hits you suddenly. He hasn’t seen you since you were 17. Your body has definitely changed since then and since having the twins. All you want to do is cover yourself up. Ransom notices the sudden change in your demeanor and moves towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey, none of that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s been a while.” You confess.

“So what. C’mere.” He pulls you to stand between his legs. He immediately starts kissing your belly and the stretch marks that remained even after all this time. “You’re so beautiful, don’t hide from me. You gave me the most beautiful gift ever with this body.”

Ransom pulls you back to bed and he settles between your legs again. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and you move your hand between both your bodies. His breath gets caught in his throat as you palm his hard cock through his underwear before pulling him out.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he ruts into your hand.

Ransom pulls away from you and you move with him. You have the intention of returning the favor. But he pushes you gently back against the bed and then grabs his pants. You give him a confused look until you see that he’s pulling a condom out. Ransom puts it on and is hovering over you again.

You look him straight in the eyes as you line him up and he pushes in. He moans with you as he bottoms out in one quick thrust.

“Still so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He mutters as he starts to move.

“Ran.”

“Tell me pretty girl. What do you want?”

“Faster, please.” You say. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Ransom pulls back until he’s kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your hips as he pulls you with him and his eyes never leave yours. Neither of you can break eye contact as he moves faster just like you asked. He hits your g-spot every time and the second orgasm of the night hits you quickly. You say his name over and over again until he’s kissing you.

His hands move from your hips and travel up your body until he’s holding yours over your head. You intertwine your fingers with his and the moment shifts from just getting pleasure to something more. His thrusts slow but are still hard.

“I missed you.” You say, a tear escapes you.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Neither can deny that the attraction is still there. That you still seek each other out for more than talking about the twins. Things between you were left unresolved but as you lay there underneath him you can’t ignore the emotions that bubble under the surface. The possible meaning of having sex after being apart for so long.

“Ransom. S’good.” You mutter between kisses.

“You gonna give me one more?” He looks down at you to find your beautifully blissed out face. “I can feel how tight you are. I know you can give me one more.”

One of his hands leaves yours and he shifts until he can start circling your clit. The added stimulation has your jaw slacking. You mewl and move your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Come with me. Please baby.” You whisper as he hides his face in your neck.

You shudder as Ransom thrusts faster and harder. He grunts against your skin and you know you’re both close to the edge. Your legs wrap around him as his hips stutter with a few more thrusts and you feel yourself being pulled over the edge with him. You can see stars and feel Ransom’s weight on you and nothing has felt better than this in a long time. After a minute of catching his breath Ransom reluctantly pulls out of you softly and lays down beside you.

“That was amazing.” You murmur.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.” You lightly slap his chest as you chuckle.

You feel the bed shift and look to the side to see Ransom get up and go to the bathroom. When he comes back he has a damp hand towel in hand.

“I’m gonna clean you up thimble.”

You hiss at the over sensitivity as he cleans up the mess between your thighs but you thank him anyway. Then he pulls back the covers and lets you get comfortable before sliding in next you and pulling you into his chest. You both stayed awake, the conversation was minimal but Ransom keeps you close. Soon enough he’s kissing you again and you find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Over and over again.

It’s mid morning when you finally stir. There’s a hushed conversation happening as you stretch out in bed and an obvious empty spot next to you. However Ransom saunters in wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He says as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Come on, get up. I ordered us some breakfast.”

You stretch again and this time the covers slide down and reveal your chest to him. He does nothing to hide his ogling.

“Maybe we can stay in bed for a few extra minutes.” He says as he moves to lay back down.

You laugh as you cover yourself up again by wrapping the sheets around you.

“Fine,” Ransom pouts. “But hurry up because the water is getting cold.”

“The water?”

Ransom smirks as he leads you to the huge ensuite bathroom where he had prepared a bath for you. There were rose petals floating on the water and the scent of rose and bergamot permeated in the air. The breakfast that Ransom had ordered was set up for easy reach from the bathtub and it was all bite size versions of your favorite foods.

Ransom gets in first and you drop your sheet and he holds a hand out to help you in. Once you’re settled and relaxed Ransom hands you a cup of coffee and he takes his own. You talk about the wedding and work. By the time the water was cold, breakfast was gone and you had to go finish the last few details on Faith’s dress.

“Are you free tonight?” Ransom asks as he stands at the door.

“I should be.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” He says before giving you a kiss and leaving before you can protest.

****

“You got dicked down.” Faith states as she walks in on you finishing up the last adjustment her dress needed.

You look over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

“I saw him walking out of your suite and toward the elevator. I knew you’d get back together.”

“Woah,” you raise a hand to stop her. “We had sex… multiple times. But we didn’t talk about getting back together.”

“What are you talking about? It’s inevitable. Your kids are back in your lives, you’re both single and successful. Nothing is getting in the way of you being together. If you don’t end up together right away, you will eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Faith nods as she looks over the dress one more time. “I’m the bride, I'm never wrong.”

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you had a whole spa day planned?”

“I booked some things for you too.”

“But I’m adding-“

“The dress is already perfect. The only way it can be more perfect is by me wearing it, which I will, tomorrow. Now let’s go relax.” She pulls your hand as you put away the last of your sewing kit.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Wow.” Ransom mutters as you open the door. “Stunning.”

You were wearing a simple navy sundress with small white flowers on it and sandals. Your hair was up and away from your face and you kept your makeup simple. Ransom wore a simple short sleeve button up shirt and dark jeans. He pulled you by the waist and kissed you.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.” You hummed wide eyed and slightly breathless. The things this man could do to you and you’d happily let him.

****

Ransom had led you to the docks where there was a wooden runabout boat waiting for you. He got in first and offered you his hand so that you could get in before you were whisked away.

You were kept on your toes and pleasantly surprised when the boat was docked at a private beach. Ransom led you further away from the dock and toward a picnic on the beach. It was just in time to watch the sunset.

“This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, thimble.” Ransom kissed your cheek once you settled next to him.

“I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“What, was me climbing up to your dorm room to deliver the foods you were craving during your pregnancy not romantic enough?”

You smile at the memory of that. He did get in trouble more than once for sneaking out of the school grounds in the middle of the night but he never let you down. Those were some of your favorite memories. He would sneak into your room and sit with you and talked to the twins while you ate.

“It was very romantic, you’re right.”

“I know.” He smirked as he handed you a flute of champagne. “I know you don’t really drink but I thought we should celebrate.”

“And what are we celebrating?”

You look at him over the flute of champagne as you take a sip. His ocean blue eyes don’t leave your face for even a moment as he thinks over what he’s going to say. Ransom drinks his champagne in one go.

“Reuniting, meeting the twins, getting a chance to know them.” He starts rambling before he looks down at you. “This.” He says as his lips slot over your perfectly.

The champagne glasses are long forgotten on the picnic blanket as you move to straddle him. Ransom’s hands are lost under the skirt of your dress and you don’t waste any time in unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his belt. He groans against your lips as you pull him out of his pants and begin to slowly move your hand up and down his hardened length.

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” He mutters as he runs his fingers through your folds.

“I want you.”

“Then take what you want.” Ransom says as he holds your panties to the side.

You line yourself up with his cock and sink down. He’s big so you have to go slow. Once he’s buried to the hilt you stay like that for a moment. Ransom kisses and nips all along your neck before pulling down your dress and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue plays with your pebbled peak you begin to move. A slow roll of your hips here and there until Ransom can’t take it anymore. His hand comes down on your ass.

“Stop fucking teasing, and I know you liked me smacking your ass. I can feel the way this pretty pussy is gripping me.” He says with a growl. “Now move.”

You do as he says and you begin to bounce on his cock. Ransom brings his hands to your hips and he helps you move until he flips you so that he can hover over you. His hips move faster and harder against you. His and your moans mix with the waves lapping up against the shore and the breeze moving the tree branches. Your legs wrap around his waist as you try to pull him closer to you. That fire in your belly that only Ransom seems to ignite is spreading like wildfire and you know you’re close.

“Fuck, right there.” you moan as he hits your g-spot. “Don’t stop.”

“Feel so fucking good.” He grunts into your ear. “Come for me baby. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he begins to circle your clit. With a plea of his name you come undone.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He says as he comes inside you. His lust blown eyes never leaving yours.

The two of you stay there and catch your breath. You can’t help but laugh a bit.

“What’s so funny?” He asks as he pulls back to look down at you. You reach up and fix the few pieces of his hair that have fallen into his face.

“No matter how long it’s been, we still act like horny teenagers. At the first chance of us being alone we start fucking.”

He chuckles before capturing your lips with his.

“I can’t help it that you’re irresistible.”

“Mmhmm.” You say as he slowly pulls out and fixes your dress before tucking himself back in. “This is the best picnic I’ve ever been to.”

“I should hope so.”

The morning of the wedding was going to be chaotic. You could feel it as you practically kicked Ransom out of your suite. After taking a quick shower and getting your hair and makeup done you rush to Faith’s room with all the dresses in hand.

Just as you expected everyone was running around like crazy. You got there just in time to help one of the bridesmaids not rip her dress and then sat in the corner to fix the issue. At some point Faith had had enough of the bickering and chatting and demanded that everyone leave the room except for you. And the photographer of course.

With some music on and some champagne for the bride you helped her into her dress. In the mirror you stood just beside her. She grabbed your hand and looked at you through the mirror, a scene that the photographer captured. It was a sweet moment between friends. She looked beautiful.

“This could be you.” She says after a moment. As she gently smoothed her dress out.

“Oh really? Is our wedding still on then? I have something else I can wear if I’m replacing Scott.”

You laugh but Faith just raises an eyebrow.

“I’m being serious. This could be you and Ran. You were made for each other.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Just his dick?” Faith quips.

You roll your eyes but step away to check your makeup one more time.

“All I’m saying is give yourself a chance, ok? You’re reunited and both of you are single. I mean you spent the last two nights fucking.”

“Ok, can we just stop this conversation right now. It’s your wedding day. All attention should be on you.”

“I’m the bride and I decide what I want to talk about. But you’re right I’m going to be walking down the aisle any second now.”

“Ms. Carter I think we should do some shots of you with your family seeing you for the first time.” The photographer speaks up from the corner of the room.

“I’ll leave you to it and I’ll see you down there.”

****

You had made it down to the lobby of the hotel where the rest of the guests were milling about until the ceremony started. There were at least three hundred guests in attendance. A small wedding, in these social circles. Every once in a while someone would stop to talk to you about wanting you to design something for them or asking how you’ve been. You gave quick answers because you desperately wanted to find Ransom.

As you move closer to the entrance where the ceremony is going to be held you spot him. His hair is styled back and he looks so handsome in his tailored tuxedo. The smile on your face falls when a beautiful tall brunette leans in and kisses him. The issue wasn’t that she kissed him but that he kissed her back.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You turned on your heel and walked to the nearest bathroom. Taking a few deep breaths you tried not to cry. The last few days had been wonderful but just the thought that he had used you to cheat on who you assumed was his girlfriend made you sick to your stomach. Your phone went off and you grabbed it from your clutch to see a message that you were needed by the mother of the bride. You took some tissue and dabbed the corners of your eyes in order to not cry and ruin your makeup and headed back upstairs.

****

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The only issue you had personally was your seat. The chairs had been arranged in a semicircle and unfortunately for you, Ransom and his girlfriend were right in your line of sight on the groom’s side. You had noticed that he kept scanning the seats, probably trying to find you but you do your best to stay hidden from him.

Thunderous applause snaps you out of your thoughts as the husband and wife kiss for the first time. Everyone stands as Faith and Scott start walking down the aisle. Faith’s eyes find you immediately and she gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Tears sting your eyes as she starts walking back hand in hand with Scott and then you’re met with ocean blue eyes.

You square your shoulders and your eyes move from him to his date and back. His jaw tightens and you watch as he shakes her off of him. It doesn’t matter though, you turn your attention to getting out of there and up to the bridal suite to help Faith change into her reception dress.

Fortunately you were seated at the family table so you were next to Faith’s parents. Her mother kept you distracted enough to not look around the room in search of Ransom. It wasn’t until Faith and Scott made their grand entrance and had their first dance as husband and wife that you made eye contact again. He was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the dance floor. His date sat next to him dreamily watching the couple dance.

For the next few hours you had to make sure you stayed at a safe distance. You didn’t need to hear his shitty excuse. This wasn’t the time or place for it. He tried to get closer though, on multiple occasions but you made sure to walk away before he could reach you. At some point Scott whisks you away to the dance floor.

“He’s an idiot.” Scott says.

“Who?”

“Ransom. If it makes you feel better he really did break up with her before the wedding. She just showed up today.”

“It really doesn’t but thanks I guess.” You murmur.

“You know when we were in college he was always at parties, getting drunk and doing everything a guy does at a frat house.”

“That’s thrilling. Why are you telling me this?”

“Just making small talk.” He gives you a little smile when he sees you glaring up at him. “One night though got very drunk. It was in May at the end of the semester. He got completely wasted, that’s when he confided in me that he had left the love of his life behind. He felt horrible about it.”

You tensed because the only important date toward the end of May was the twins’ birthday.

“Every year like clockwork he would do the same thing so eventually I started looking out for him. It didn’t click until the yacht that it was you. I should have known because when I brought Fai to meet him they already knew each other. But I’ve never seen Ransom smile like that in my life. I know there must be something else going on and I don’t need to know it but just talk to him. The girl that’s here, she’s nice and all but it’s obvious she’s not you.”

“Are you really being a wingman for him right now?” You ask as you look around the room. Those piercing blue eyes seem to be everywhere you look.

“No, I’m being one for you. I’ve never seen you smile like you have this weekend either. I can’t imagine what happened between you two in high school but isn’t getting past that worth being happy again?”

“That’s the thing Scott, you don’t know what happened.” You say as the song ends and you leave him standing in the middle of the dancefloor.

You try to walk out as fast as you can. All of the day’s emotions were starting to suffocate you and you needed a moment away from it all. The hotel has a lovely garden that overlooks the ocean. With the reception going on it happens to be empty so you take a seat at a bench facing the beach. After a few minutes of silence and you thinking things through you hear rustling behind you and you dread to look over your shoulder only to find Ransom.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. What is your problem?”

“My problem?” You look at him incredulously. “After the last few days we spent together you show up with another woman on your arm. How am I supposed to feel?”

“She means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? Are you jealous?” He smirks.

“I’m not jealous.” You snap. “I feel used and lied too. Did you really break up with her before the wedding or did you lie about that just so that you could get into someone’s pants?”

Ransom rolls his eyes which only serves to piss you off more. His flippant attitude is not helping the situation and only adding on to your thoughts that he was only using you to have a good time this weekend. If it were true that would be just as devastating as when he walked away without reason.

“I was going to ask you to let me stay in your room when she got here, I just didn’t get a chance to talk to you before the wedding.”

“Didn’t seem like you were trying to get away from her when you shoved your tongue down her throat. Did you think about how I’d feel at all by seeing you with her like that? The answer’s probably not.”

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous. But in all honesty even if you hadn’t spent most of your time in bed with Ransom for the last few days you would have still been jealous.

You could see the mask that Ransom had methodically crafted to protect himself after years of abuse and fights, slip into place. He’d never just shut down like that on you and whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be good. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his hands were balled into fists at his side.

“We aren’t kids anymore, we don't need to be in a relationship to sleep together. What did you think was going to happen? That we’d ride into the sunset together? Don’t be so fucking naive. It was just sex, it didn’t mean anything.”

Every word cut deeper but you didn’t allow yourself to cry. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see your tears.

“I thought you’d have a bit of respect for the mother of your children.”

“What children? The ones you gave away?” He sneers.

It would have hurt less if he would have slapped you across the face. You stared at him with wide eyes, hurt and disbelief written all over your face. Neither of you say anything and you will yourself to turn around and walk away from him. You send Wanda a text and ask her to have the plane ready to leave tonight, you also miss the way Ransom’s shoulders deflate as he watches you walk away.

****

You had packed up everything quickly and had it taken to the plane while you checked out. The wedding was still going on but you texted Hope and let her know you left. Although you were sure no one would miss you. In the lobby of the hotel you check out and head to the restroom before you head to the plane.

As you give yourself a once over in the mirror one of the stall doors open and you come face to face with someone else you didn’t want to see. She gets closer to the sinks and looks up making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She states excitedly and then groans. “I’m sorry it’s just I’m such a huge fan. I’m Bertie Wilcox.”

“Bertie?”

“It’s short for Alberta. I used to hate it as a kid.” She smiles. “It was actually my boyfriend who gave me the nickname. I’m not sure if I should even call him that. I don’t know where we stand right now.” She rambles as she washes her hands and you turn to look at her. “I guess we’re in a bit of a rough patch. But I hope things work out.”

You give a small hum to acknowledge that you’ve been listening.

“I’m so sorry I don’t tend to ramble about my personal life with someone I just met. This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“The wedding dress was so lovely. I didn’t know you had a wedding line.”

She’s being nice which means she most likely doesn’t know about you and Ransom. It also makes it difficult for you to hate her. What’s happened between you and Ransom really isn’t her fault and she is the one in a relationship with him. You have no right to have any hateful feelings towards her but you still can’t help it. If she hadn’t shown up then tonight would have gone completely different.

“I don’t.”

“Oh. What a shame. You’d definitely take over that industry.” She smiles at you and you give her a half hearted smile back.

“I should go. I have a plane to catch.”

“It was nice meeting you.” She says as she watches you walk away.

She waits a minute before she heads back to the reception. Bertie finds Ransom at the bar and takes the seat beside him. He doesn’t look at her or acknowledges her presence and Bertie can only sigh. For the rest of the night he’s more distant than before. When they do make it upstairs to the suite Ransom had, she takes the bed and he takes the couch.

By the time you get back to New York your eyes sting from having spent most of the time on the flight crying. How did such a good weekend go bad so quickly?

It was still fairly early in the day and the only thing that made you smile was the pictures of Theodore and Abigail for their first day of school. You made sure to have one of them printed so that you could keep it on your desk at work. With a quick text a promise to do something that weekend and wish them a great first day.

Wanda meets you at your apartment and immediately hugs you. You weren’t sure if it’s what you needed because you started crying again. Fortunately Wanda didn’t ask any questions and you only said that you and Ransom had a disagreement but she knew it was more than that.

“I cleared the next two days for you.” She says as she helps you unpack.

“That’s not necessary. I’d much rather work.”

“Then work on new designs but you won’t be meeting any new clients this week.” Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.

You open your mouth to say something but then decide against it. Wanda takes it as a win and gives you one more hug before inviting you over to her place to a dinner party she’s hosting at the end of the week.

After she leaves you take a quick shower and decide to take a nap. At this point you’d been awake for way too long. As you settle into bed your phone rings. You see Abigail’s smiling face and you quickly answer it. She immediately goes into details about her first day and how different schools are in New York than they are in the smaller town in Ohio she grew up in. Theodore adds his own commentary as his face pops into frame. You smile and ask a few questions here and there. After a few minutes they let you go and the need to sleep is stronger. Maybe if you take a nap everything will be better by the time you wake up.

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 1 year

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“The One That Got Away”

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König x Fem! reader.

König please it wasn’t like that?”

“Then what then what was it!?”

“We were just talking and all he did was help me bandage up my leg that was all”

“He’s in love with someone else? He was asking for dating advice? That’s all I swear. Please my bear ask him that?

“(Y/N) I can’t do this with you, and don’t call me bear?”

“Don’t do this to me, don’t leave me?”

“I can’t marry you? You showed me that you’re not trust worthy and behind my back too.”

“König please don’t do this to us to me? What are you talking about König?

“Please tell me what did I do wrong?”

“I’m done, I’ll pick up my things in a few days.”

“König no no no don’t go. What did I do?!” “Tell me what did I do and I’ll fix it please?!”

(Y/N) pleaded with her lover to make him stay. König saw his lover flirting with another man to make it worst it was one of the guys from the task force. She tried to plead with him and show him it wasn’t like he expected. The rumors that brewed at the base were saying (y/n) was messing around with Soap.

König was easily swayed with them rumors. He never confronted her about them. She didn’t know about the rumors. All she was doing was giving Soap advice on how to approach his crush without sounding like a Buffoon.

That day Soap help bandage up her leg. He shared his news with her that he got a second date coming his way and that he need advice on what to wear and where to go.

(Y/N) became depressed for the next few months. She felt hopeless but she waited for him to come back. She held out hope that he would return and they would talk out what happened. And fix the miscommunication between them.

She waited.

3 Years and 6 Months, 5 Days Later.

The never ending nightmare replayed in his head. That was 3 years ago when König broke his first love heart. His sweet maus. He paid the price for leaving her.

The day he left was the worst mistake he made in his life. The way she looked at him when he gathered all of things up and walked out of her life for good.

The way she fell to the ground crying. She screamed as he walked away from her.

A few nights ago Soap ran into König at the bar. The TF had a successful mission and they saw him there drinking. Soap explained to him what had happened 2 years ago. Explaining to him that (y/n) was the reason Soap was happily married and with a child on the way.

*König made the biggest mistake in his life*

The string of broken one night stands hurt the most he found no comfort in the women he brought back to his hotel or apartment.

They all had meaningless sex with him and left. He never felt so empty in his life. He had to find her and make things right.

He returned back to the base where she was stationed at and he searched for her. He never should have let her go.

He had to find a way to get in contact with Captain Price the man in charge of The 141 TF.

“Captain Price I know I have no right to ask you this but have you by any chance know where (y/n) is at?”

“König you might want to sit down?”

Captain Price gestured for him to take a seat.

“(Y/N) she’s still with us but she’s currently in engaged.”

*This is her wedding invitation. Price set down a invitation. The style of paper and layout of everything was what she wanted. König picked it up and saw her name and another mans name on it with hers.*

“She was hurt when you left us. She stopped talking for 6 months and she was put out on leave after her accident. We all thought she finally cracked. She lost a lot of weight and all the guys were worried about her especially Soap and Ghost. They were all worried she wouldn’t make it when she collapsed on the field. She was shot 4 times and stabbed twice before she collapsed. She would go into the field and take her anger out on the enemy.”

“Ghost was angry about what you did to her. He told us if he saw you again he’s gonna kill you. Just a heads up mate. But you shouldn’t be here anymore.”

“Her wedding is in a few days”

“Leave her be she’s happy now and she’s expecting as well”

“She’s retiring for good this time”

König walked out of the base shocked. The plans they made were set in motion but he wasn’t apart of it. The news about her being pregnant with another man’s child made his heart break. He wanted children but with her. Only her.

*The Day Of The Wedding*

“(Y/N) you look beautiful my dear.”

“Thank you my love.”

(Y/N) look down to her small baby bump. She cradle her bump with her fiancé Clifton. I’m so scared I’m due anytime from now. The excitement showed on her face. I’m so nervous too. Her fiancé cradled her belly cooing to their child. She noticed someone across the street watching them. They looked familiar in a odd way but she ignored it.

König took his sniper hood off and wanted to see (y/n) for himself. There she stood she glowed. Her pregnancy was a thing of beauty. He was supposed to be the one to create a baby with her not him. They had plans to start a family. All he could do was stand on the outside and watch.

(Y/N) made their way back to their rental home and started to get ready for the evening. She had help from her family and friends getting dressed. She stood in front of the mirror in her wedding dress. Her mom helped put her veil on. Her make up was done by her sisters and her brother did her hair.

Finishing touches gonna be done an hour before the ceremony starts.

“(y/n)”

“König?”

“You look beautiful. You’re pregnant too.”

“Yeah, what are you doing here. How did you get in?”

She didn’t want to look at him. She turned away.

“I know I messed up and I let you go and I made the biggest mistakes. Can you hear me out please?”

She slams her hand down on her vanity.

“No, you don’t get to explain yourself to me. You walked away from me when I needed you most. You thought I lied to you and thought I was cheating. I waited for you and you didn’t let me talk that day. You have no idea what you did to me. You broke my heart and walked away from me.”

“Get out you’re gonna me cry and mess up my make up.”

“Why are you even here it took me 2 years to get passed what you did to me. I stopped eating and I prayed for death because you walked away from me. I asked about you everyday the first year. Everyone tried to convince to let you go. I couldn’t I held out hope for you that you would come back. Well guess what I moved on and met my fiancé Clifton.”

König stood before her. He didn’t know what to say to her. She spoke the truth. He caused her pain and didn’t think twice how much it was gonna hurt her.

“You look beautiful I know I have no right to tell you who you should love but I just want forgiveness. I know I’m too late to make you change your mind about us. Just know I will always love and if you need anything I’ll always be here.”

“I forgive you”

She didn’t want to look at him. He caused her so much pain. Tears rushed down her face. She couldn’t wipe them away. She waited till he left. She exhaled loudly with the breath she held in.

She didn’t want to see him but he was there begging for forgiveness.

König watched at a distance he saw (y/n)’s mom and dad give her away to her fiancé Clifton. She never looked more beautiful then she did today. Her pregnancy glow, her bump and the dress all made her look like a angel that fell from heaven.

He watched her kiss her husband. He couldn’t hold back his tears. She isn’t mine anymore.

König could stay around anymore. He pulled back his hood on and left. Walking to the nearest bar to drink his sorrows away and live in a memory where (y/n) was his girl. And no one could take her from him.

“She’s the one that got away”

2 Years Later

“Clifton honey”

“Yeah baby what’s-?”

“I’m pregnant!”

König stood outside (y/n) house. He spent his days watching over her. He stayed his days working with Kortac but his free time he watched over his past lover. Unable to move on he made it his mission to watch over her and her daughter.

“My girls”

“I love you and I’ll never let you go.”

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lonesome-witching · 6 days

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Venice

Another rich Robin, poor Nancy story. Previous parts are here: Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here , and Part 5 here and Part 6 here. This apparently should be part 7 already. Damn. Also some minor implied sexual content at the very end.

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Robin stared at Nancy’s wonder filled eyes. She herself had been to Venice a few times during her relatively short life. It wasn’t her favorite destination. She preferred the grand openness of Rome or the culture of Firenze. But Venice had its perks, and the main one was the Nancy really wanted to see it.

“I keep wondering if we should have taken my boat?” Robin smiled brightly as Nancy whipped her head around.

“You have a boat? In Italy?” Nancy was already shaking her head in astonishment.

“I do not. But I wanted some of your attention, even if you are peering over my shoulder right now.”

“It’s just so beautiful.”

“And I’m not?”

Nancy laughed. “You are, but I have seen you before.” But she leaned forward and pecked Robin’s lips. And that was a win in her book if she ever saw one.

They were staying in her mom’s favorite hotel. It was an overpriced, arrogant piece of brick, but it was the best hotel in the city. And her mom had insisted they’d stay there. Robin didn’t really like to fight with her parents, so she gave in. Just like she gave in when her father told her she was going to work at his company. She gave in and now she was living the same gray 9 to 5 life as all of her father’s employees.

But at least she had the greatest wife. And enough money to have a good life. She didn’t have to work if she really didn’t want to, and she’d still have enough to spoil Nancy. But she knew Nancy would never want that.

Nancy wanted to be a journalist, she wanted to work hard to get on top. She hated loopholes and cheating. She fought for what she believed in. She wanted freedom and respect. The last thing she would want was to be locked up in Robin’s golden cage. So instead, Robin would force a gap and crawl out.

“What are you thinking about?” Nancy asked, her sunglasses now positioned over her deep blue eyes.

“Our hotel.” Robin forced the smile back on her face.

“Oh, me too. I’m sorry to say this, but I need at least 12 hours of sleep… no, make that 15.”

“Jetlag?”

The boat was slowing down, the hotel coming into view. Nancy nodded. “Is this it?” she asked as the boat positioned itself in front of their destination.

“Yes, it is. Allow me?” Robin jumped out of the boat and held out her hand for Nancy who took it gratefully. Their chauffeur unloaded their suitcases, and Robin pressed some more money into the palm of his hand.

They did spend the first day of their trip in their hotel room. After a short nap, Robin picked up one of the books she’d bought at the airport. The words barely registered as she watched Nancy sleep out of the corner of her eye. Her mouth slightly agape to let the air out, her hair hanging over her face. Robin wasn’t sure she ever wanted to leave this hotel room anymore. She wasn’t sure she wanted to live in the trap her parents bought for her. The condictiones had started piling up days after the wedding. She hadn’t even told Nancy about them.

“You’re worrying again. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or are you going to be upset the whole trip long?” Nancy pushed herself up, still clearly sleepy.

“It’s— I’m not worrying.”

Nancy cocked her head. “Okay, then. Think we can get room service?”

“It’s my parents,” Robin spilled.

“What’s wrong with your parents?”

“They made me drop out of college to work at dad’s company.”

Nancy’s eyes widened. “What? You said no, right?”

“I didn’t say no because they said we wouldn’t get the house if I didn’t. That if I wanted to get married and settle down, I should get a cushy job and make my own money. I start the first Monday after we get back.”

“No, you are not. I’ll hand back the keys. The house wasn’t even that special anyway.”

Robin could see that Nancy was lying. It was even more obvious because Robin had watched her expression as they walked around their new home. “You love that house.”

“I love you more. And I don’t want any gifts that come with conditions. I want us to have our own life, the way we want to live it. You don’t want to work for your dad’s company, and I want you to be happy. So, we’ll move back into our old apartment, you’ll continue your degree, and we’ll say a big fuck you to Mr. and Mrs. Buckley.”

“I don’t know how to do that, say fuck you to my parents.”

“It’s very easy.” Nancy turned further towards Robin. “Next time you say, ‘I don’t want your fucking bribes. I will decide what I do in my life’ and then you throw the keys at them and walk away.”

Robin leaned in to kiss her wife. “You are amazing, did you know that?”

“I’ve been told.” Nancy smiled against her lips, pulling her closer. “But you can always show me again.”

“How would I do that?” Robin asked, pulling back ever so slightly.

“Why don’t you do what you did on our wedding night?”

Robin laughed brightly. “I think I can do that.”

The sun was rising outside of their window and fell perfectly on their naked bodies as they got lost in each other. As Robin sucked on Nancy’s lips, she decided she’d do what Nancy asked. She’d save up some money to buy her the house she deserves and until then she’d vow to never cross her own morals again. And as Nancy moaned under her body, she knew that she could never be happier than when she was with the woman she loved.

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sugar-omi · 1 year

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Is it ok to make a request after the last one? Like everything about the eloping was just a dream in this one. And Mc is still married to Cove but after getting that nightmare they get all guilty over something that didn't happen and fear if they'd actually do something that would hurt everyone, especially Cove that badly. So they decided to isolate themselves somewhere no one would find them for a while with little explanation to Cove when they leave. Any location really like a cabin in the woods idk. They were supposed to be only there for a week then a woopsie happens and now they get stranded for more than a week. You're choice on how it ends and whether they tell Cove or not about the dream.

Seeing Cove suffer hurts me so I wanna see the MC suffer (more) :)

HAHA I LOVE IT, YESSS LET MC SUFFER !!!! also ik i wrote it as a "y/n" post but i was like imagining jamie as MC/"y/n" and inserting myself in cove's happy ending <3 lmaooo no one said "y/n" couldn't be someone else �� i imagine a lotta ppl read y/n fanfics with their oc's or the default name though too but yes tysm for this ask bc this heals my heart, this is smth i would do!!! one time i read 2 separate fics with character A died and in the other fic character B died n i was like "oh okay theyre happy together now<333" ITS SILLY BUT IT MADE MY HEART FEEL BETTER

[read the post mentioned above: "leaving cove for baxter"]

tags : Hurt/(No) Comfort, step 4/wedding dlc, nightmare about cheating, running away, keeping secrets, arguing <3 (cove snaps abt you leaving)

synopsis : you have a nightmare about leaving cove, so you run away to calm down. maybe you should've taken a different approach...

you wake up in a cold sweat that night.

you're shaking and trying not to wake up cove because his arms are wrapped tightly around you but you can't help the tears running down your face.

somehow you shake yourself from your husbands hold and go to the bathroom to cry...

that morning you're very distant, and since cove has to leave for work as he's been away for awhile for your wedding and honeymoon, he just kisses you and tells you that you will talk later.

when he comes home you sit him down and tell him that you've just going through a bit of depression and burn out, and that you're going to go visit lee for a week and come back.

cove frowns up, of course he understands what you're going through and he understands that things are hard but do you really need to go away?

"y/n, please. i understand you're going through something but, can't you stay? isn't there anything i can do for you?"

you shake your head, "i'm sorry, it's just 5 days and then i'm coming back. i just.. i just need some time."

cove feels a bit angry now, you just got married and everything was fine, you were happy yesterday and now you've done a total 180 overnight and won't let him help you!

"y/n you can't just leave, i really don't understand what's going on."

you shake your head, standing up and releasing your intertwined hands. "i just need a little break, i promise i'll be back soon."

you do go visit lee like you said, but after the 2nd day she leaving town for a show.

"i'm gonna miss you!" lee squeezes you in her arms, not wanting to let you go. "you just showed up, its gonna be forever before we see each other~" lee whines.

you laugh, patting her back. "its okay lee, we'll get together soon."

she pulls away, needing to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss the train. "okay.. i'll call you everyday! have fun on the rest of your trip, okay?" a worried look comes on lee's face, taking your hand in a soothing manner. "i hope you can work through that burn out."

you nod. yeah, burn out...

lee sticks her hand out the window, waving the whole way (thank god someone else is driving) until you can't see each other.

you sigh, walking to your car and make your way to the hotel you booked for the rest of the week...

the beach reminds you of your honeymoon... you aren't sure why you're torturing yourself like this.

you sigh, thinking about the dream. well, nightmare to be correct.

there was nothing inherently scary. but since it was from a first-person point of view, your mouth moving out of tune with your thoughts and everything happening so vividly, it was scary enough.

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you think about everyone's reaction.

would your ma really tell you to stay away from the house like that? and lee.. you can't imagine not talking to her.

fuck, you're crying... just thinking about everyone's disappointment and the scorn on everyone's face is enough to send chills down your spine.

you cringe, thinking about cliff and krya, their messages and how cliff looked so distraught when he saw you when he came for the last of cove's things on your nightmare.

you couldn't bare your in-laws hating you. cliff has always been someone important to you, and now he's your father-in-law. he's a sensitive soul as well, and he loves cove so much. of what had happened was real... oh man, the simple idea of how much regret cliff would have makes your body shake with sobs.

and even though you try not to think about cove's reaction to you leaving, its so prominent in your mind.

you start wiping at your tears, even though there's no one around since this is a little edge of beach off the edge of a hiking trail near your hotel, you feel so ridiculous for crying over this.

you sniffle and go to stand up.

it's getting dark, you've off the trail, and you have an early day tomorrow.

the only problem is... you're a bit lost.

you didn't realize how far you were. you're back on the trail but do you go left or right? does it matter if it all leads back to the hotel?

you swallow, you're so fucked.

everything is just going wrong.

first, you get lost on the shitty trail and don't find your way back until daybreak, and now your car isn't starting up, and the mechanic said it'll be a few days before they get it up and running.

you sigh loudly and fall back into the bed. thankfully, the hotel let you extend your stay so at least you have that going for you...

you startle from the sound of your phone ringing... it's cove.

you hesitate to pick up, you still feel sensitive, but you miss cove, and you've already texted him about the situation for the most part..

"hey, cove.."

"y/n! are you okay?" cove's worried voice crackles over the phone.

"yeah, i'm alright, uh.. listen, cove."

you trace the stitch pattern of the quilt on your bed. "apparently, it'll be a few days before the car is up and running. something about a busted something, i don't know what he said. i wasn't, uh, paying attention very well..."

cove sighs. "y/n... I'll come get you or something, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

you feel your heart pick up. "no! th-theres no need for all that, you just hold down the fort, tell the fish I said hi." you laugh shakily.

you can practically hear the frown in his voice. "y/n. why did you go on this trip, seriously. what are you hiding from me?"

cove's voice is rising and cracking with tears at the same time.

it breaks your heart. you can't answer him and it just makes cove more upset.

"do you regret marrying me or something? is that why-!"

"no!" you exclaim. suddenly regretting your outburst but you can't help but deny it since that's not it and you don't want cove to think that...

"then fucking tell me!" cove is obviously crying at this point. "all I know is my spouse left for a 'break' and is now telling me they don't want me to pick them up? be fucking serious y/n!"

you exhale shakily, wiping your own tears.

"i'm sorry..." you whisper, burying your face in your hand.

"sorry for what, y/n? leaving me after we just got married? lying to me? shutting me out?"

cove's voice is deep and his words have an edge.

he's right though, what are you apologizing for? you're acting out and letting your problem consume you...

there's silence, and then cove mutters over the phone.

"... do you not love me anymore?"

you snap up, sliding off the edge of the bed as you snatch up the phone. "no! it's not that! don't say that!" you cry, "I love you so much, cove! don't even think otherwise!"

cove is silent. since you can't see his face you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"you know what i... i can't take this right now. I'll call you later."

the phone clicks.

now all you're left with is silence and your own thoughts...

when you finally come home it's 11:47 at night.

cove should be asleep but instead he greets you from the door.

you swallow, psyching yourself up to go to him.

something about the way he watches you from the moment you came into view on the street, to watching you pull your bags out the trunk and then maintaining eye contact (more like boring holes into you since you can't look him in the eye.) as you creep up the pathway to the door of your marital home.

he's silent. just watching. no "hi" or "I love you" or "I missed you, I barely survived while you were gone", just.. silence...

you finally look at him. his eyes are hooded with lack of sleep if the eye bags are any tellers, and yet he stands in front of the illuminated doorway like an unmoveable wall.

your heart skips and clenched. what if he doesn't want to let you back in?

you go to speak and he talks over you.

"was it worth it?"

you gape at him, frowning at his question.

"of course you can't say anything. what did I expect..." cove pinches his temples between his thumb and forefinger.

you gather up some words, uselessly trying to grasp for forgiveness.

"i.. i thought it'd be better if i worked things out on my own... i'm sorry.." you fiddle with the keychain on your luggage. "i shouldn't have done that and uh.. I'll deal with my problems without running away.."

cove watches you blankly. he can't believe you're serious.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you don't nod or shake your head. you just look at the ground and pray he forgives you.

he stands in front of the door for awhile longer, before he takes your luggage, a little more like snatching it since he grabs it by the side of the handle and tugs it out of your hands, pulling you forward.

"come inside. did you eat?"

you gape a bit, wondering how cove can care for you in a time like this but it reminds you more of a mother who's making sure her naughty child doesn't need anything else before they receive their punishment..

you shake your head. "i'm not hungry right now.."

cove doesn't nod or insist you eat like he normally would. "shower and go to bed then. I'll join you later."

you nod, letting cove's orders sink in.

the bath water is getting cold. and the sound of the echoed sound of water clapping against the edge of the tub makes you self-conscious.

you stand up, letting the water run off of you and robotically dry yourself with a towel before slipping into the clothes cove threw on top of the sink for you.

when you slip out of your bathroom, the bedroom is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window.

you tenderly tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes. waiting for something. anything. maybe for everything to become undone or for time to move past this.

just while you start to get deep into your thoughts, tears pooling in your eyes, cove's footsteps thump against the floor, and you halt your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

the bed dips on his side. you don't feel him leaning over you or getting into bed and so you turn around, looking at the broad expanse of his back and waiting.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you say nothing.

"not what's wrong? what happened? how can I help?" cove's desperate at this point. "nothing?"

you pause, fingers twitching because you want to reach out to him but if you did he'll just shrink away from you for sure.

"I don't know.." you finally mumble.

cove hangs his head, fiddling with something in his hand and he lays down without looking at you, flipping over once he's gotten under the covers.

you're both awake, there's no way he isn't and you touch his back.

he doesn't flinch like you thought, nor shake or tell you to fuck off.

so you creep closer. maybe that's a bad idea, wrapping your arms around him as the worst he can do is reject you but you missed him. and everything is eating you up that you just want his comfort..

he let's you, surprisingly.

you rest your forehead between his shoulder blades, curving your body against his.

you reach for his hands, finding them clenched weakly around something.

you wanna shake and cry when you realize it's his wedding band...

he let's you take it from him, and he holds onto your other hand that's tucked under his body.

you shakily slip the ring back on his finger.

maybe, maybe one day you'll tell him.

but when the next morning comes, and cove greets you with a bright smile and "good morning" that only has half his usual cheer, and he continues it for weeks until months have passed since then and it's as if nothing happened, you aren't sure you ever will.

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x reader #cove x mc #cove holden smut #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden x mc #cove holden x reader angst #angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 5: Hot Spring

“Levi and reader are in Japan on their honeymoon reader has a curvy body big boobs thick thighs and a peachy ass you’re in either a hot spring or a sauna and reader’s towel is struggling to stay wrapped around her chest this is making Levi hot and horny his starting to get hard reader notices a tent in his towel or if his naked his tip popping up of the surface of the hot spring they end up having intense steamy sex ;)”

Word count: 2100

Tags: levi x reader, smut, modern AU, fem!reader

Ever since he bought those flight tickets and booked the hotel room, you had fantasized about this getaway. Admittedly, at times, you anticipated it even more than the wedding itself.

Fat checks for the newlyweds afforded plenty of luxuries for the trip, allowing the two of you to treat yourselves this honeymoon. Levi’s eyes were drawn to Japan’s most state-of-the-art suite. A hot onsen bath on your private back porch, overlooking the mountains. A small but satisfactory sauna just a few paces from your bed. In the eastern countryside, you and your introvert planned to have it all to yourselves.

Such isolation from the outside would remind you how much you loved each other, depended on each other - culminating night after night, helping your spouse to orgasm in that pristine king bed.

That was how you envisioned it.

But even in marriage, Levi was full of surprises.

Jet lag had you up before sunrise. So excited, it was cute, how you nudged him awake and hushed, “Levi, Levi!” Eyes sparkled as you looked out the window: pink sky behind blue mountain range, purple clouds between. Increasingly violently, you shook his stirring figure. “Get up, lazybones! Let’s enjoy what we paid for.”

I am, this bed. Levi’s mind always quick for snark, even fresh out of a deep sleep. Waking up the insomniac after a twenty-hour flight should have been a crime. Instead, he turned the other cheek for his wife, for you. A tired smile and a tousle of your hair, “You make a pretty cute alarm clock, you know that?”

Shortly after, though, cute was not the word that came to mind. It was custom to enter the hot spring naked, and surely, you newlyweds were not going to break that tradition now. Still, in the frigid morning air, you chose to wear a towel from the bedroom to the bath.

Levi was respectful and mature, he could be in your bare presence and remain totally calm. Oddly enough, it was your nearly naked self that managed to rile him. How that tiny towel did very little to cover you. The top seam teetered above your left nipple but below your right. Yet, pulling it up just an inch would expose what was below. Your cute little cunt, thick thighs, peachy ass would sneak out the bottom. Lips parted, hands hurried, as you tried to find an alignment that would cover all the essentials, but with a towel that small, it was obvious to your lover that such an alignment did not exist.

At your frenzied scene, Levi felt his heart race. Your nervous smile and hints of embarrassment made it easy to get out of bed and join you outside - more attractive than any sunrise.

You dipped your toes in the water, and instantly, you were won over. A low hum brewed from your middle, a sound only he had ever managed to get from you. A pang of jealousy hit him, washed out by the yearning to hear even more.

Stepping in, steam encased your body like morning dew on blades of grass. White foam decorated your features, an accent along all your curves. In the boil, your figure seemed to melt, and Levi appreciated even more how your breast flowed into your waist, how your hips met your ass. Finally, he understood, just what all that onsen hype was about. He had seen your body a hundred times before, but never like this.

Crossed arms perched themselves over the rim of the tub. Atop your elbows, you rested your chin, attention fully on the nature before you. Ripples and currents danced along your skin, covering temporarily only to expose you shortly after. So captivated by the scenery, you did not notice the water’s tricks yourself nor the way that Levi so deliberately noticed it.

Once confident you would not turn around, Levi himself began to thaw from his frozen state. Pupils dilated. Muscles relaxed. He too began to admire the view, though his focus was on the foreground: you. Levi spread his arms over the edge and stretched his fingers, rolling his neck back, a satisfied sigh.

Both of you were convinced: it was the perfect moment. If life was just that, you would have been content to stay forever. That forever was cut off shortly after, though, when Levi felt a familiar blood rush down to a familiar spot. Not familiar was the ensuing sensation, an erection that stood tall. Broken through the water’s surface: his shaft remained blanketed in heat while his tip was harshly exposed to the cold 5 AM air. Instinctively, his fingers curled around the ceramic in an attempt to ground himself, doing all he could to keep his composure, allowing you to savor this moment. But goddamn that cold!

The timing was almost comedic, though Levi was too embarrassed to find the humor, how you spoke exactly what was on his mind: “It’s a little chilly out here,” chattering teeth interrupted occasionally. “Should we try that sauna out?”

A silent sigh of relief, you really were perfect for him. Levi pinched your chin and pulled you to his lips, “You’re just full of ideas this morning, aren’t you?” A single kiss, one lip bite, and a finishing swipe of his tongue. Your smiles were close and mutual, just like the way you grabbed each other’s hands and looked to the sauna together.

Crawling out of the spring, adorable shivers accompanied the scramble for your towel. The spaces it failed to shroud were instead covered in prickling goosebumps. “F’Fuck,” another voice of yours that, until now, had only been coerced by his mouth on your cunt or his cock at your cervix. Your song was followed by tiny whimpers and shallow breaths as you hurried to the sauna.

Even in his wildest imagination, in the wet dreams after nights of abstinence, Levi never would have envisioned the display you had on now. Tits sprung in and out of your wrap. Upper thighs and above exposed. The sheen of glistening water remained, making your bouncing curves impossible to ignore. Paces behind, Levi threaded his fingers through his hair and gripped tight, cursing himself under his breath, “Fuck me.”

Beneath the towel of his own, he felt a patch turn damp. Saturated, the clear started to drip down his length and to his thighs. At that moment, he knew he was done for. Not a matter of if he could stick it out, but how long he would last.

But when you sat yourself across from him and got a good look at your husband for the first time all morning, you felt yourself falling hard and falling fast. Lingering cold had his mauve nipples peaked, his washboard abdomen shivering. Heat had turned his cheeks and chest red - a miracle disguise for his true fluster. Your husband was shimmering in an immaculate blend of nature’s condensation, sauna steam, and his own sweat. A fire in your core, you bunched fists in your towel and dragged the bundle to your middle. A sneaky attempt to smother the burning itch.

Levi pursed his lips, hiding a smile, seemed you had forgotten who you were married to, for even if he was not in this state, he was always in touch with everything about you. As you fidgeted with the towel, revealing and hiding yourself a million times a minute, Levi rolled his eyes and laughed, “Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

The new ring on your finger shone especially bright in the red light, flashed particularly loud in response to his comment. You shoved your hand towards him and waved, “I believe you like that about me, Mr. Ackerman.” You grinned and leaned back against the wooden wall, propping your crossed ankles on top of his groin. Hands folded behind your head caused your towel to drop again, this time, you did not even attempt to salvage it. With pride, you teased, “And if you don’t like it, too bad. You’re stuck with me now.”

Levi maintained the flat in his lips, his ever plain tone, “You’re right, I hate it.” However, that muted expression and feigned distaste were thwarted by the pitched tent that begged to differ.

Foggy lenses were quick to catch that symptom. Biting your lip, you wrapped your toes around the peak. Heel rubbed the top of his tip, his towel providing both agonizing separation and unique sensation - a combination that made his veins run red. In the blazing sauna, your husband was shivering. A cocky smile spread across your face, can’t help yourself. “Guess we’re alike in that way, aren’t we?”

Though his mind was keen to clap back with a shut up, the snap failed to emerge, blocked at the entrance of twitching lips and clenched teeth. Poor little thing couldn’t even speak, so fucking adorable.

His sworn life partner sauntered to his side. Arm over his quivering shoulders, fingertips traced his pecs. Whispering in his ear, helping him along, “Then, would it be fair to say…” you dragged your fingernail along his throat, propped beneath his chin, forcing his eyes to yours, “...that you also want to fuck?”

Eye contact met, faces just inches away, his tried exhales turned audible. A mislead to the strength he used in clamping your wrists together and yanking them above your head. Fierce was the press of his lips to yours, fast was his tongue’s dive past.

Maintaining the kiss, Levi whipped your towel off, finally freeing the body you had futilely tried to hide. Calloused fingers found a familiar place in your folds and began their ferocious rub.

The bed was just out the door, but still, the sauna remained locked shut. You gasped into his mouth, “H-Here?!”

“I can’t wait,” Levi growled, “and I know you can’t either.”

He could smell it - could taste it: the passion sticky between your thighs. Could feel it: how slippery you were when he cupped his hands beneath your legs and hoisted you against the wall.

Still manicured from the wedding, fingernails dug into his nape. Braced in habit, flinching when Levi hissed in your ear, “Hang on tight, babygirl.” Levi ripped his towel from his waist and wrapped himself in your legs instead. Teeth grazed the cusp of your ear, sting soothed by a lick of his tongue and chill tone, “I’m not holding back.”

With a tilt of your head, “You’d better not.”

For his wife, never. Levi took a deep breath and plunged himself past. Shudders seized his figure, so in love with your feel. Chasing for more, his hips bucked forward. Each push dual-purpose in providing both of you pleasure.

Your pussy felt unlike ever before, for you and for him. So warm. So smooth. A velvet hug. The environment let Levi slide in and out so easily, but not effortlessly, evidenced by the constant ripple of his muscle and grunts that bounced off the walls.

“So wet… so wet for me.” Levi admired, his own precum adding to that mixture.

“F’Fuck, Levi!” Knees arched in recoil, “You’re so hard…!”

Levi’s hand slapped down upon your ass, fingers squeezed in a white-knuckle grip. “And why do you think that is, huh?” A vicious jiggle. “That goddamn towel, my princess spilling out of it, so fucking distracting.”

His thrusts grew harder, faster, reaching places you did not know you had, drawing screams neither of you knew you were capable of. Levi snickered, “You like that… You like that, don’t you?”

Hardly managing a squint past, you met his steel gaze, eye contact shaking along with the rock of his body, “Isn’t… that… obvious?”

The diamond on your band glared blindingly bright. A white light that drew him closer. A reminder of your commitment to him, reinforced by the way you hugged him closer in the throes of your own climax - your calves pressed to the small of his back. Levi had fucked you raw, but you were the one to thank. It was you who he owed his orgasm to. With his trembles and moans, the sentiment was all but spoken.

A sentiment that leaked - your gush of cream and his white stream - and pooled onto the bench beneath you. The smell of sex and sweat had tainted the steam. Out of breath. Hot. So fucking hot! Still, neither of you wanted to leave. Nor did you have to - in that recovering eye contact, you both remembered: there were still two weeks to your honeymoon.

// Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #kinktober year 3 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #specials #smut #2022

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Down Bad - Chapter 21

Chapter Summary: Hunter and Amina go on their honeymoon two weeks after their wedding. But trouble has a way of finding them wherever they go.

Word Count: 12.4k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: hello!! sorry i haven't uploaded in 5 days, i've been busy with work. but unfortunately it'll probably have to be something to get used to since in a little over a month college starts back up again. but, i'm going to do my best to post chapters as frequently as i can!!

this chapter only has one smut scene closer to the beginning, so…

TW: smut, unprotected piv, alcohol, intoxication

Series Masterlist - Chapter 20 → Chapter 22

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Amina and Hunter stepped off their Rho-class shuttle onto the planet Disunya. When Amina called Bail for her check-in and told him she and Hunter got married, he kindly booked them a honeymoon suite at an expensive hotel and gave them some credits to use as they pleased.

She at first didn’t want to accept it, because after Omega looked up how much it cost to book the room for one night, she nearly spit out her water. But it’s been two weeks since they got married and they hadn’t celebrated since the wedding.

Amina and Hunter made their way to the hotel, standing in awe as they gazed up at the towering building. “You can’t even see how many floors there are,” Amina said, her voice filled with wonder. “How is this thing even standing?”

Hunter chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Repulsorlift technology, probably. Keeps the higher levels stable.” He glanced at her, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Ready to check in?”

Amina nodded, squeezing his hand. “Definitely. Let’s go see what all the fuss is about.”

They walked through the grand entrance, the opulent lobby bustling with activity. Amina couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by the sheer luxury of it all. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the marble floors and plush furnishings.

Hunter led her to the reception desk, where a droid greeted them with a polite bow. “Welcome to the Imperial Palace Hotel. How may I assist you today?”

Amina finished looking around the building before settling her gaze on the droid. “We have a reservation under the name Naberrie.” When Bail booked the hotel, she told him that he shouldn’t use her real name, since Skywalker draws a lot of attention. Instead, she told him to use Padme’s real last name to avoid attention. Plus, it would make Amina feel a tad but closer to Padme.

The droid’s eyes flashed as it processed the information. “Ah, yes. Congratulations on your recent nuptials. Your suite is ready, and here are your access cards.” It handed them two sleek keycards, then gestured toward a nearby lift. “Enjoy your stay.”

Taking the keycards from the droid, Amina flashed a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said warmly before turning to Hunter. "Shall we, husband?" she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Hunter grinned in response, his arm still wrapped around her waist. "Lead the way, wife," he replied, his voice laced with affection as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

Together, they made their way to the nearby lift, the anticipation building with each step they took. Amina couldn't help but steal glances at Hunter as they waited, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her.

As the lift doors slid open, they stepped inside, the doors closing behind them with a soft hiss. Amina glanced at the keycards in her hand, noting the floor number for their suite. "Here we go," she said with a smile, pressing the button for their floor.

The lift hummed to life, whisking them upward as Amina leaned against Hunter, her head resting on his shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his body through the fabric of his jacket, and she sighed contentedly, reveling in the moment of peace and quiet.

Before long, the lift came to a stop, and the doors slid open to reveal a luxurious hallway lined with ornate doors. Amina's eyes widened in awe as she took in the opulence of their surroundings, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of what awaited them behind one of those doors.

With a sense of excitement bubbling within her, Amina led the way down the hallway, her steps light as she made her way to their suite. As they reached the door, she inserted one of the keycards into the slot, the door clicking open with a soft beep.

Stepping inside, Amina felt her breath catch in her throat at the sight before her. The suite was even more magnificent than she had imagined, with a spacious living area furnished with plush sofas and a large holoscreen mounted on the wall.

Hunter followed closely behind her, his eyes scanning the room with a look of awe. "Wow," he breathed, his voice filled with wonder. "This place is incredible."

Amina nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across her face. "It's perfect," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she took in their luxurious surroundings.

Hunter wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head as he gazed around the suite. "I'm glad you like it," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "After everything we've been through, you deserve nothing but the best."

Amina leaned back into his embrace, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. "You're too good to me," she whispered, turning her head to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

Hunter's arms tightened around her, his kiss filled with love and tenderness. "I just want to make you happy," he murmured against her lips, his voice husky with emotion.

Amina smiled against his lips, her heart swelling with love for the man who had stolen her heart. "You already do," she whispered, her words barely more than a breath as she melted into his embrace.

They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's arms, before Hunter reluctantly pulled away. "We should probably unpack," he said with a chuckle, stepping back to grab their bags.

Amina nodded, a playful glint in her eye. "Or we could just stay like this forever," she suggested, reaching out to tug him back into her arms.

Hunter laughed, his eyes sparkling with affection. "As much as I'd love that, I think the hotel staff might have something to say about it," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before pulling away to start unpacking.

As they unpacked their bags and settled into their honeymoon suite, Amina couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over her. Despite the trials and tribulations they had faced, she was finally at peace, surrounded by the love of her husband and the warmth of their newfound family.

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On the second day of their honeymoon, they found out that they had a large balcony, complete with a pool, hot tub, and grill.

“You know, I never did finish your swimming lessons,” Hunter said, glancing over at her.

"Well, I haven't drowned yet," Amina quipped with a playful smile, her gaze meeting Hunter's as they stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite, the warm sun casting a golden glow over the expansive space.

Hunter chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guess that's a good sign," he replied, his voice laced with humor as he moved closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently brush against hers. "But seriously, you up for a swim?"

Amina gulped, leaning over the pool to look down through the water. “That’s a lot of water.” She spoke quietly. “I don’t know, baby.”

Hunter chuckled softly, understanding Amina's apprehension. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to offer comfort. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, his voice soothing. "We don't have to swim if you're not comfortable with it. We can just relax here on the balcony if you want."

Amina leaned into his embrace, grateful for his understanding. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. "I want to swim," she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with determination. "I just... I'm scared, Hunter."

Hunter's heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice. He pressed a kiss to her temple, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I understand," he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. "But I'll be right here with you every step of the way. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Amina nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. She turned to him, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of fear and determination. "Okay," she said softly, steeling herself for what was to come. "Let's do this."

With Hunter by her side, Amina took a deep breath and stepped closer to the edge of the pool. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before taking the plunge and dipping her toes into the water.

The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, sending shivers down her spine as she felt the cool water envelop her skin. She let out a nervous laugh, her hand tightening around Hunter's as she prepared to take the next step.

Hunter squeezed her hand reassuringly, his touch grounding her in the moment. "You're doing great, Amina," he said softly, his voice filled with pride. "Just take it slow and remember to breathe."

With Hunter's encouragement, Amina took a deep breath and slowly lowered herself into the water, her muscles tensing with every inch she descended. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of Hunter's voice and the warmth of his hand in hers as she submerged herself completely.

For a moment, everything was silent beneath the surface, the water cocooning her in its embrace. Amina's heart raced as she struggled to control her fear, but then she felt Hunter's arms wrap around her, pulling her close.

Opening her eyes, Amina found herself gazing into Hunter's warm brown eyes, a sense of calm washing over her as she lost herself in his embrace.

"You okay?" Hunter's voice was soft, his concern evident as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Amina's forehead.

Amina nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm okay."

Hunter's expression softened, his gaze filled with tenderness as he pulled her closer. "You did great," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm proud of you."

Amina's heart swelled with warmth at Hunter's words, her fears dissipating with each reassuring touch. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "For being here, for always being here."

Hunter smiled, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of her hand. "Always," he promised, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll never leave your side, Amina. Not now, not ever."

Tears welled in Amina's eyes at Hunter's unwavering devotion, her heart overflowing with love for the man who had become her rock in the stormiest of seas. "I love you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Hunter's eyes softened, his heart swelling with love for the woman who had stolen his heart. "I love you too," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

As they finally pulled away, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. Hunter lifted her up by her waist and placed her on the edge of the pool as he got out, getting a towel and placing it over her shoulders. Amina smiled gratefully as she wrapped the towel around herself, the warmth comforting against her skin.

"Thanks, Hunter," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth as she watched him move around the balcony, gathering a few more towels and laying them out on the sun loungers nearby.

Hunter flashed her a charming grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Anything for you, my love," he replied playfully, his voice laced with affection as he settled down beside her on the edge of the pool.

Amina couldn't help but chuckle at his antics, her heart swelling with love for the man who had become her husband. She reached out to take his hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his as they sat in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of the sun and the peace of their surroundings.

---

They barely got the door unlocked and entered their room before Hunter was on her, his hands on her hips pressing her against the wall.

Maybe it was because they had a tad bit too much Emerald wine.

Amina giggled as Hunter's hands roamed over her, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck. The taste of the Emerald wine still lingered on their lips, adding a playful edge to their movements.

"Someone's eager," she teased, her voice breathless with anticipation as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Hunter chuckled against her skin, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "You're irresistible."

Amina laughed, the sound turning into a soft moan as Hunter's lips found hers in a heated kiss. She melted against him, her body humming with desire as he pressed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her curves with a hunger that matched her own.

His hands moved from her hips down to her thighs as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Amina's dress rode up slightly, revealing more of her skin to Hunter's eager touch. He groaned softly as he felt her warmth against him, his desire for her growing with each passing moment.

“Maker, you feel so good," Hunter muttered, his voice husky with desire as he pressed his lips hungrily against hers. Amina moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, deepening their embrace.

Their kisses grew more urgent, fueled by the intoxicating combination of desire and Emerald wine. Hunter's hands roamed over Amina's body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she could barely contain. She arched her back, pressing herself against him as she eagerly responded to his every touch.

"More," she whispered, her voice barely a breathless plea as she trailed kisses along his jawline. Hunter complied eagerly, his movements becoming more urgent as he sought to satisfy her every desire.

Hunter carried Amina away from the wall, her legs still wrapped around his waist, as they made their way to the balcony. The cool night air brushed against their skin, heightening their senses as they stepped out into the open space, the sound of the city below fading into the background.

Setting her down gently, Hunter's hands lingered on Amina's hips, his gaze locking with hers as he drank in the sight of her. Her pastel blue dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the fabric soft against her skin as it flowed around her thighs. Desire burned in his eyes as he looked at her, his hands moving to trace the lines of her body with a hunger that matched her own.

"You look incredible," he breathed, his voice husky with desire as he pulled her closer. Amina smiled, a playful glint in her eyes as she leaned in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. Hunter responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body as he deepened their embrace.

Amina's hands trailed up Hunter's chest, the fabric bunching up under her fingers. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his muscles tense with desire as she explored the contours of his torso. Hunter's breath hitched as her fingers danced across his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Maker, Amina," Hunter groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his lips against hers once more. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her closer as he deepened their kiss. Amina melted against him, her body buzzing with anticipation as she eagerly responded to his touch.

Their lips moved in a frenzied dance, fueled by the intoxicating combination of desire and alcohol. Amina's heart raced as Hunter's hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she could barely contain. She moaned softly against his lips, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through both of them.

Hunter's fingers trailed along the hem of Amina's dress, his touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through her veins. With a playful smirk, he slowly began to lift the fabric, revealing more of her skin to his hungry gaze. Amina gasped as the cool night air brushed against her exposed flesh, her skin tingling with anticipation.

"Like what you see?" she teased, her voice laced with desire as she leaned in to capture his lips once more. Hunter grinned against her mouth, his hands moving to caress her thighs.

"You have no idea," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Hunter's lips found hers once more, his kiss fierce and demanding as he pinned her against the railing. Amina moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

His hand went underneath her dress and to the hem of her underwear, and with a drunken tug he ripped off her underwear.

Amina let out a gasp before giggling as he held her ripped underwear in front of her. She looked at Hunter with a playful glint in her eyes, the effects of the Emerald wine still evident in her flushed cheeks and the way her laughter came easily.

"You're such a brute, Hunter," she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she reached out to snatch the torn fabric from his hand. "But I guess I can forgive you."

Hunter grinned, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her. "I'll make it up to you," he promised, his voice low and husky with anticipation.

Amina threw her torn underwear to the side as she fumbled with Hunter's pants. Her fingers worked quickly, despite the intoxicated haze that made everything feel slightly surreal. The sound of the city below was a distant hum, drowned out by the heavy breaths and soft gasps between them.

Hunter's hands roamed over her thighs, his touch igniting a burning desire within her. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "Can't get enough of you."

Amina's heart raced as she finally managed to unbutton his pants, her hands slipping inside to feel the hard length of him. Hunter groaned at her touch, his hips bucking involuntarily against her hand. "Kriff, Amina," he breathed, his voice a low growl. "You drive me crazy."

She giggled, the sound turning into a soft moan as he pushed her dress higher, exposing her to the cool night air. "Hunter," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and anticipation.

Hunter's hands gripped her hips, pushing her back against the railing as he positioned himself between her legs. The cool metal pressed against her thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. "You're gonna have to hold on tight, sweetheart," he warned, his eyes dark with desire.

Amina nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him press against her. "I can handle it," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Hunter's lips curled into a smile, his hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Good," he murmured, lifting the fabric higher to expose her completely. "Because I'm not holding back."

With a swift, powerful thrust, Hunter entered her, drawing a gasp from Amina's lips. "Hunter!" she cried out, her fingers tightening around the railing. The intensity of their connection sent waves of pleasure through her, making her cling to him even more desperately.

Hunter paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the sensation. "So good, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You're perfect." He began to move, each thrust deep and demanding, eliciting moans and gasps from Amina with every movement.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, the rhythm of their bodies matching the frantic beat of their hearts. "Baby, don’t stop," she pleaded, her voice breathless. "I need more."

He grinned against her neck, his pace quickening in response. "Anything for you," he promised, his breath hot against her skin. "Louder, Amina. Let me hear you."

Amina’s cries grew louder, echoing in the night air. Each thrust drove her closer to the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. "Hunter, I- " she began, her voice breaking off into a moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"That's it, sweetheart," he groaned, his grip on her tightening. "You’re amazing." He could feel her tightening around him, her body responding to his every touch. "Just like that."

Amina’s head fell back, her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the pleasure. Hunter’s hands roamed over her body, one hand slipping under her dress to caress her breast. The sensation sent shockwaves through her, making her cry out even louder.

His other hand slipped down to between her legs, brushing her clit as he continued to thrust into her. Amina gasped at the added sensation, her body arching against him as pleasure rippled through her. "Hunter," she moaned, her voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop."

Hunter grinned against her neck, his movements becoming more urgent as he sought to satisfy her every desire. "Never," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. His fingers worked magic between her legs, sending sparks of electricity coursing through her veins.

Amina's breath hitched as she felt herself nearing the edge, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire. "Harder," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Hunter."

Hunter complied eagerly, his thrusts growing more forceful as he drove her closer to the brink. "Like this?" he growled, his voice thick with need. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."

Amina's mind was a haze of pleasure as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders. "More," she pleaded, her voice a desperate cry. "I need... I need..."

Hunter's lips found hers in a fierce kiss, swallowing her words as he drove into her with a relentless passion. Amina's cries filled the night air, a symphony of desire as they moved together in perfect harmony.

He wanted to try something different, so he moved his fingers away from her clit and to her opening, pushing his fingers into her, matching the pace of his cock.

She let out a strangled moan and gasp as her chest heaved, “oh that feels so good.”

"Yeah? You want more? You want me to fuck into you faster?" Hunter's voice was rough with desire, his breath hot against Amina's skin as he pressed her against the balcony railing. The cool metal dug into her back, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies as they moved together in a frenzied dance of passion.

Amina's chest heaved with every gasp and moan that escaped her lips, her fingers gripping the railing tightly as Hunter's fingers worked their magic inside her. Each thrust of his cock matched the rhythm of his fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Oh, yes," she whimpered, her voice barely a breathless plea as pleasure rippled through her veins. "Harder, Hunter. Please."

Hunter grinned against her neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along her skin as he complied eagerly with her request. His movements became more forceful, his hips driving into her with a relentless passion that left her trembling with desire.

"That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "You feel so good wrapped around me like this."

He removed his fingers from her and pushed them through her mouth, watching as she sucked and licked his fingers. Amina's lips wrapped around his digits eagerly, her tongue swirling and tasting every inch of his skin.

His fingers left her mouth with a pop as he pinched her nipple through the fabric of her dress and she let out a moan, “oh, I’m so close.”

"Not yet, sweetheart," Hunter growled, his voice thick with desire as he looked into Amina's eyes.

"Please, Hunter," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as she clenched around his cock.

“I know, cyar’ika. But you can wait for me, can’t you, my sweet girl?” Amina nodded at his words, as her hands moved from the railing to his shoulders, her nails making indents in his skin through his shirt.

He thrusted into her, harder and faster as her moaning got louder before she bit her lip to silence it. Hunter stopped moving inside as she let out a muffled whimper. His thumb brushed her lip, “what did I tell you? I want to hear everything, Amina.”

Amina nodded, her eyes clouded with desire as she looked up at him. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to regain her composure.

"Don't be sorry, cyar'ika," Hunter murmured, his voice soft but firm as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Just let go. I want to hear you."

With a soft whimper, Amina nodded, her body trembling with anticipation as Hunter resumed his movements. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her cling to him even more desperately.

"That's it, sweetheart," Hunter growled, his voice thick with desire as he drove into her with renewed fervor. "I want to hear you scream."

Amina's cries filled the night air, a symphony of desire as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. Her nails dug into Hunter's shoulders, leaving faint red marks on his skin as she clung to him.

“Hunter, please, I want to come so bad,” she whimpered out.

“You want to come?” He asked, as she nodded, “come with me, cyar’ika.”

With a strangled cry, she tumbled over the edge of ecstasy, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her release. Hunter's name fell from her lips in a breathless whisper as she clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as pleasure washed over her in waves.

Hunter's own release was close behind, his movements growing more urgent as he chased his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he tumbled over the edge with her, his body shuddering with pleasure as he spilled himself inside her.

For a moment, they clung to each other in the aftermath, their bodies still trembling with the intensity of their release. Amina's heart raced as she looked up at Hunter, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"Wow," she murmured, her voice filled with awe as she pressed her forehead against his. Hunter grinned, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he looked down at her.

"Wow indeed," he replied, his voice thick with desire as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. "That was incredible."

Amina laughed softly, the sound a mix of joy and satisfaction as she wrapped her arms around him. "You're incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with love as she pressed her lips against his.

Hunter's heart swelled with happiness as he kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair as he lost himself in the sweetness of the moment. For him, there was no place he'd rather be than here, wrapped in Amina's arms, lost in the bliss of their love.

---

The next day they ended up waking late, due to their excursions of last night and since they were a little bit hungover.

Around noon they walked the streets of Disunya each holding a smoothie after eating at a café. “So, tonight we could go see the shooting stars if you want?”

Amina nodded at Hunter, “that would be perfect. I heard that- ”

A woman wearing an Imperial medical coat ran into Amina, her smoothie dropping to the ground. “Sorry!” The woman yelled, continuing to run.

The two of them watched the woman run, “that’s strange.” Hunter commented. He turned his head to where the woman came from as Amina looked down at her fallen smoothie before looking at Hunter.

“What is it?” Amina asked.

Hunter's instincts immediately kicked in, his senses on high alert as he scanned their surroundings. "Something's coming," he murmured, his gaze narrowing as he watched the direction from which the woman had come.

Sure enough, within seconds, a hoard of stormtroopers rounded the corner, their blasters raised and ready for action. Amina's heart raced in her chest as she instinctively moved closer to Hunter, seeking the protection of his strong and steady presence.

"We need to get out of here," Hunter said urgently, his voice low but firm as he assessed their options.

Amina nodded in agreement, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan. “Should we run?”

Hunter nodded as he quickly threw his smoothie at one of the troopers and they ran in the same direction as the woman did. They rounded a corner and quickly entered an abandoned building as Hunter boarded up the wall.

“I thought Disunya didn’t have an Imperial presence.” Amina said.

Hunter nodded grimly, his expression tense as he reinforced the boarded-up wall. "They shouldn't," he replied, his voice low and urgent. "But it looks like things have changed." He grabbed her hand, “come on, let’s find another exit.”

They walked through the dark halls, looking down every corner to make sure no one was lurking. Once they came to the end of the hall, they only way to go was right, so Hunter gestured for Amina to stand behind as he turned the corner before she heard a shriek.

The woman who ran past them held up a scalpel, “I almost stabbed you in your brachial artery. You would’ve died in 90 seconds!”

Hunter held his hands up as Amina went to his side, “there’s no need for that.” Amina said hurriedly.

The woman with the scalpel hesitated, her eyes flickering between Hunter and Amina as she weighed her options. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion. "And why are you here? You’re not undercover Imperial agents, are you? Well guess what, I’m not coming back with you.”

“No, no. We’re not Imperial agents. After you ran the stormtroopers were about to shoot us so we ran too.” Amina said, “you can drop the scalpel.”

As Amina spoke, her voice calm yet firm, she watched the woman's tense posture slowly relax. The woman's gaze flickered between Amina and Hunter, uncertainty clouding her features as she weighed her options. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she lowered the scalpel, her shoulders sagging with defeat.

"Who are you?" she asked again, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Amina exchanged a quick glance with Hunter before responding, her tone reassuring. "My name is Amina, and this is my husband, Hunter," she explained, gesturing to Hunter standing beside her. "We're not here to hurt you. We just want to find a way out of here."

The woman eyed them warily for a moment longer before nodding in understanding. "I'm Dr. Amellia Madar,” she introduced herself, her voice tinged with weariness.

Amina's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are Imperial stormtroopers doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "This planet isn't under Imperial control, is it?"

Amellia shook her head, “no- actually yes, as of 11 hours and 34 minutes ago.” Amina and Hunter exchanged a concerned glance, their minds reeling with the implications of Amellia's words.

"Imperial control?" Amina repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief. "But how? Disunya has always been independent."

Amellia nodded, her gaze darkening with anger. "Not anymore," she replied bitterly. "The Empire swooped in under the cover of darkness, using force and intimidation to seize control of the planet.”

Hunter looked over at Amina, “we need to get out of here. We need to stop by the hotel and get to our ship.”

Amina nodded as Amellia gasped, “hotel? What- the Imperials are out there!”

“All of our stuff is there. Plus, the hotel has high security, the Imperials won’t look there for a while.” Amina added.

“Do you know a way out of here?” Hunter asked Amellia.

“No, I was hoping you did. I’m not from this planet, I just got here 11 hours and 36 minutes ago.”

“Well, that doesn’t do us any good.” Amina responded, “I’m sure there has to be another way out of here that isn’t the front entrance.”

"I saw a window down this hall, we might be able to get out that way," Amellia suggested, her voice filled with urgency as she led Amina and Hunter down the dimly lit corridor.

Amina nodded in agreement, her heart racing with adrenaline as she followed Amellia's lead. "Let's go," she said, her voice low but determined as they hurried toward the window at the end of the hall.

As they approached the window, Hunter glanced out cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the street below for any sign of Imperial activity. "Looks clear," he murmured, his voice tense with anticipation as he pushed the window open, allowing a cool breeze to waft into the darkened hallway.

Amellia wasted no time in clambering out onto the narrow ledge, her movements quick and sure as she balanced precariously on the edge. Amina followed closely behind, her heart pounding in her chest as she carefully maneuvered herself onto the ledge beside Amellia.

Hunter was the last to join them, his strong arms reaching out to steady Amina as she balanced on the ledge. "You okay?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern as he glanced down at her.

Amina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Let's get out of here."

With Hunter's help, Amina and Amellia made their way along the narrow ledge, their movements cautious but determined as they inched their way toward freedom. The street below bustled with activity, but they remained unnoticed in the shadows, their hearts pounding with every step they took.

Finally, they reached the end of the ledge, where a fire escape ladder hung just within reach. With Hunter's assistance, they climbed down quickly and quietly, their eyes darting around for any sign of danger as they made their way to the ground below.

As their feet touched solid ground, Amina couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her heart pounding in her chest as she glanced around at their surroundings. They were free, for now at least, and she was determined to make the most of it.

"We need to get back to the hotel," Hunter said urgently, his voice low but firm as he led the way through the streets. "It's our best chance of regrouping and figuring out our next move."

Amina nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with plans and strategies as they hurried through the deserted streets. They needed to find a way off this planet, and fast, before the Imperials caught up with them.

As they reached the hotel, Amina's heart sank at the sight of Imperial stormtroopers patrolling the entrance. "We'll have to find another way in," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration as she glanced at Hunter.

Hunter nodded grimly, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of an alternative entrance. "There," he said quietly, pointing to a side door that appeared to be unguarded. "Let's go."

Amina used the key card, but it didn’t open, “this must be an employee’s entrance or something.”

Amellia walked over, pulling open the scanner and messing with the wires before the door opened. The three quickly made their way inside and to the elevator as Hunter pressed the button for their floor.

The elevator doors slid open once more, and they stepped out into the hallway, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of trouble. The coast appeared to be clear, but they remained cautious as they made their way to their suite.

As they approached the door, Amina inserted the keycard into the slot, her heart pounding in her chest as she prayed that it would work. To her relief, the door clicked open, and they slipped inside, the tension draining from their bodies as they closed the door behind them.

Once inside, they wasted no time in locking the door behind them, their minds buzzing with the events of the day. Amellia looked around the room, “oh man! This is a honeymoon suite; you guys are on your honeymoon? Aw, I can’t believe I ruined your vacation!” Amellia fell onto the couch, her hands covering her face.

Amina glanced over at Hunter who tilted his head, “alright, I’ll pack our things and get her a change of clothes. She can’t be walking around in an Imperial uniform.” Amina nodded at Hunter’s word, reaching into her bag and pulling out a white dress with a blue flower pattern.

“Here, hopefully this will fit.” Amina handed the dress to Amellia.

“It probably will be a bit big on me, but thanks. You would think that an Empire would have enough money for good clothes. But nope, they’re awful.”

Amina nodded understandingly at Amellia's comment about the Imperial uniforms. "Yeah, they definitely don't prioritize comfort or style," she remarked with a wry smile. "But hopefully, that dress will be a bit more comfortable for you."

Amellia chuckled weakly as she took the dress from Amina, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I really appreciate it."

Amina gave her a reassuring smile before turning to Hunter, who was already rummaging through their bags to find a change of clothes for Amellia. "Do you need any help?" she asked, her voice soft with concern as she watched him sift through their belongings.

Hunter glanced up at her, his expression tense with concentration. "No, I've got it," he replied. "Why don't you keep an eye on the door? I'll be done in a minute."

Amina nodded standing by the closed door listening for any movement outside it. Soon, Hunter and Amellia appeared by her side, “alright, so do we just book it to wherever your ship is?” Amellia asked.

Amina glanced at Hunter and Amellia, her mind racing with possibilities. "Yeah, I think that's our best bet," she replied, her voice tinged with urgency. "We need to get off this planet before the Imperials catch up with us."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his expression tense with determination. "Let's go," he said, his voice low but firm as he led the way out of the suite and back into the hallway.

They moved quickly and quietly through the hotel, keeping to the shadows as they made their way toward the exit. Amina's heart pounded in her chest with every step, her senses on high alert as she scanned their surroundings for any sign of danger.

As they reached the lobby, Amina's heart sank at the sight of Imperial stormtroopers stationed at the entrance. She exchanged a worried glance with Hunter, her mind racing with possible escape routes. Amellia glanced nervously at the stormtroopers, her hands trembling with fear. "We can't go out that way," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she turned to Amina and Hunter. "They'll catch us for sure."

Hunter's jaw clenched with determination as he scanned the area for an alternative exit. "There's got to be another way out," he murmured, his voice tinged with frustration as he wracked his brain for a solution.

Amina's eyes landed on a service entrance near the back of the lobby, her mind racing with possibilities. "There," she said, her voice filled with determination as she pointed toward the door. "That's our way out."

Without waiting for a response, Amina led the way toward the service entrance, her heart pounding in her chest as they moved quickly and quietly through the lobby. The stormtroopers were distracted, their attention focused on something else, giving them the perfect opportunity to slip out unnoticed.

As they reached the door, Amina's hand hovered over the handle, her breath catching in her throat as she prepared to make their escape. With a quick glance at Hunter and Amellia, she pushed open the door and stepped outside, the cool evening air washing over her skin as she scanned the area for any sign of danger.

The coast appeared to be clear, and Amina motioned for Hunter and Amellia to follow her as she made her way toward the street. They moved quickly but cautiously, keeping to the shadows as they navigated the deserted streets of Disunya.

"Where's your ship?" Amellia asked, her voice tinged with urgency as they hurried through the darkness.

Amina glanced at Hunter, who nodded in the direction of the spaceport. "It's not far," he replied, his voice low but determined as he led the way toward their destination. "We just need to keep moving."

As they reached the spaceport, Amina's heart raced with excitement at the sight of their ship waiting for them on the landing pad. She exchanged a relieved glance with Hunter, her mind buzzing with relief as they hurried toward their vessel.

Once they were safely aboard, Amina wasted no time in firing up the engines and starting takeoff as Hunter sat in the co-pilot’s seat. The engines hummed to life, the ship vibrating beneath them as it lifted off the landing pad and soared into the darkening sky.

Amina glanced over at Hunter, her heart pounding in her chest as she focused on piloting their way out of Disunya. "Hold on tight," she called out over the roar of the engines, her voice filled with determination as she guided the ship through the atmosphere.

Hunter nodded in response, his hands steady on the controls as he scanned the horizon for any sign of Imperial pursuit. "We're clear for now," he called out, his voice laced with relief as he leaned back in his seat, the tension slowly draining from his body.

Amina let out a sigh of relief, her grip on the controls loosening slightly as she allowed herself to relax for the first time since their harrowing escape. "Good," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude as she glanced over at Hunter. "Thanks for having my back back there."

Hunter flashed her a reassuring smile, his eyes warm with affection as he reached out to squeeze her hand. "Always," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "We're in this together, remember? No matter what."

Amina smiled back at him, her heart swelling with love for the man who had become her rock in the darkest of times. "I know," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Amellia cleared her throat, standing in the cockpit’s doorway, “so I have questions, some of them are more like comments, but here we go. One, where are we going? Two, are you both formal soldiers? Three, this ties into my last question, are you Amina Skywalker? Because you look a lot like an action figure my little cousin has.”

Amina’s eyes widened, “action figure?” She mumbled.

“Oh, yeah. You and General Kenobi were my little cousin’s favorite. They don’t make them anymore thanks to the Empire, but…”

Amina stood up from the pilot’s seat, “well then, I am Amina Skywalker, and we are going to Pabu. It’s a remote planet where we live, you should be safe there.”

Amellia sat down in one of the seats, “cool, I’ve never met a Jedi, and I grew up on Coruscant.”

Hunter turned his chair around, “why was the Empire after you? You’re an Imperial.”

“Key word is ‘was’ an Imperial. I was a doctor in the Republic, and when the Empire formed I stuck around because at least I had a job, even if I didn’t like the thought of an Empire at all. But then I was sent with other Imperials to Disunya and they assigned me a patient. They said they wanted me to fake treatment and not actually treat him, to just let him die. I knew then that I could no longer work for them, so I ran. Turns out the Empire doesn’t take to kindly to deserters.”

"You're brave, Amellia," Amina said, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "It takes a lot of courage to stand up to the Empire like that."

Amellia smiled weakly, her eyes reflecting a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness. "I just couldn't stand by and watch them do what they were doing. It wasn't right."

Hunter nodded in agreement, "we've seen firsthand the devastation they've caused across the galaxy."

"So, Pabu, huh?" Amellia said, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the cockpit. "What's it like?"

Amina smiled, her eyes bright with anticipation. "It's a remote planet, not too far from here," she explained. "It's peaceful, quiet, and secluded. A lot of refugees live there, including us and the squad since the Empire doesn’t take too kindly to deserters or Jedi.” Amina repeated Amellia’s words. “But you should get some rest, we still have a few hours ahead of us.”

---

Amina landed the ship on Pabu as Hunter exited first, carrying their bags as he went to say hello to Omega, Crosshair, and Wrecker.

Amellia stood by the ramp on the ship with Amina coming by her, “it’s… sunny. There’s not a lot of sunshine on Coruscant.”

Amina laughed, “no, there’s not. You’re welcome to stay at our place while you figure things out.”

“Thanks. So, who are they?” Amellia looked at Hunter and the group.

“Oh, their clones. Clones with mutations, my husband Hunter has enhanced senses, Wrecker has enhanced strength, and Crosshair is an excellent sniper.”

Amellia hummed, “he’s kind of cute.”

“Who?”

“Crosshair.” Amellia responded.

Amina tilted her head and frowned, “him? He’s broody, cold, and grumpy.”

“Hey, I’ve been on dates with 4 Imperial men, they only talk about themselves and how hard it is being a Captain. Like, get over yourself.”

As they stood by the ramp of the ship on Pabu, Amina chuckled at Amellia's comment about Crosshair. "Well, to each their own," she replied with a playful grin. "But if you're looking for someone a bit more... warm and friendly, I'd steer clear of him."

Amellia laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Point taken," she said, her voice light with laughter. "I'll keep that in mind. But I’ve always liked a challenge.”

Omega ran up the ramp as Amina kneeled down, hugging the young girl. “So, how was it? Other than the Imperials at the end.”

Amina smiled, “it was great. Omega, this is Amellia, she’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

Omega looked up at Amellia with curious eyes, extending a hand. “Hi, Amellia! Nice to meet you.”

Amellia shook her hand, smiling warmly. “Nice to meet you too, Omega.”

Omega's eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Are you staying with us for long?”

“For a little while, yes,” Amellia replied. “Until I figure things out.”

Omega nodded eagerly, "You'll like it here, it's really nice and everyone is super friendly."

Hunter approached, smiling at the interaction. “Omega, why don’t you show Amellia around? We’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

“Sure! Come on, I’ll show you my favorite spots,” Omega said, tugging Amellia gently by the hand.

As they walked off, Amina turned to Hunter, who was now setting their bags down. “That went better than expected.”

Hunter chuckled, “Yeah, didn’t expect to be running from stormtroopers on our honeymoon.”

Amina sighed, leaning against him. “The Empire’s reach is longer than we thought. But I’m glad we made it back safely.”

Hunter wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Me too. Let’s take a moment before we unpack.”

They walked together to a quiet spot overlooking the sea, taking in the peaceful view. Hunter squeezed her hand. “How are you feeling about everything?”

Amina took a deep breath. “Fine, actually. It’s just good we got out of there before the Empire got us.”

Hunter wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. They stood there in silence for a while, taking in the peaceful view of the ocean and the gentle sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a stark contrast to the chaos they had just escaped, and Amina found herself feeling grateful for the sanctuary that Pabu offered.

After a few minutes, Hunter turned to her, his eyes softening as he looked into hers. “How about we go check on Amellia and Omega? See how they’re getting along.”

Amina smiled, nodding. “Good idea. Let’s go.”

They walked hand in hand back to their home, finding Omega and Amellia sitting on the porch, deep in conversation. Omega was animatedly pointing out different landmarks and talking about the local wildlife, while Amellia listened with genuine interest.

“Hey, you two,” Amina called out as they approached.

Omega jumped up, running over to them. “Amina, Hunter! Amellia loves it here! She says it’s so different from Coruscant.”

Amellia stood up, smiling warmly. “It really is beautiful here. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“Of course. I know Coruscant can be overwhelming at times.” Amina replied.

“Oh, yeah. You have no idea. I grew up in the mid-levels and all you could hear were speeders and high-speed chases. Some people don’t know how to sleep there.”

Amina nodded sympathetically, her own memories of the bustling city-planet flooding back to her. "I can imagine how noisy it must have been," she remarked, her voice soft with understanding. "Pabu is a far cry from that, that's for sure."

Hunter chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, it's pretty quiet around here," he agreed, his voice filled with warmth. "But we like it that way."

Amellia smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she looked around at the serene landscape. "I can see why," she said, her voice tinged with appreciation. "It's so peaceful here, like a little slice of paradise."

Omega nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's the best," she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "We have the beach, the forest, and all sorts of cool animals to see."

Amellia's eyes widened with interest. "Animals? What kind of animals?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Omega launched into a detailed explanation of the various creatures that inhabited Pabu, her words tumbling out in a rapid stream as she described each one with infectious enthusiasm. Amellia listened with rapt attention, her eyes sparkling with fascination as Omega painted a vivid picture of the diverse wildlife that called the planet home.

After a while, Omega paused to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "So, what do you think?" she asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Amellia grinned, her face lighting up with excitement. "It sounds amazing," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see it all for myself."

Amina smiled at the exchange between Omega and Amellia, her heart swelling with gratitude for the young girl who had brought so much joy into their lives. "We'll show you around tomorrow," she promised, her voice warm with affection. "But for now, why don't we head inside? It's getting late."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering with concern as he glanced up at the darkening sky. "Yeah, we should get some rest," he agreed, his voice low but firm. "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Amellia nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with excitement as she followed Amina and Hunter back into the house. As they settled in for the night, Amina couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the challenges they had faced, they were together, safe, and surrounded by friends. And for now, that was enough.

---

Amina and Hunter made their way to the kitchen after they woke up to see Amellia standing over the stove with Omega watching her from the table.

“Oh, hey! I hope you don’t mind, but I made breakfast.” Amellia said cheerfully, “I’m kinda of a morning person, but anyways I made Chandrilan Waffles and Spiced Bobotie for everyone.”

Amina smiled warmly at Amellia's enthusiasm. "That sounds amazing.”

“I could give you the recipes if you like. They’re my grandma’s.”

Amina laughed in response, “oh, no thanks. I can’t cook, I end up just burning everything.”

Hunter chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Yeah, I've seen your attempts at cooking," he teased gently, a playful glint in his eyes. "I think I'll stick to the cooking duties from now on."

Amellia smiled warmly at their banter, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, lucky for you both, I happen to be a pretty good cook," she said, her voice light with amusement. "So, breakfast is served."

They all gathered around the table, the tantalizing aroma of Chandrilan Waffles and Spiced Bobotie filling the air. Amellia served up generous portions onto each plate, her movements confident and sure as she passed them around.

As they dug into the delicious meal, conversation flowed easily between them. Amellia shared stories of her childhood on Coruscant, regaling them with tales of the bustling city-planet and the colorful characters she had encountered along the way.

Amina and Hunter listened with rapt attention, their laughter mingling with Amellia's as they swapped stories and reminisced about their own adventures.

After breakfast, they decided to take a leisurely stroll through the nearby forest, enjoying the tranquility of their surroundings as they wandered beneath the towering trees. Omega ran ahead, her laughter echoing through the woods as she chased after a butterfly, while Amina and Hunter followed close behind, hand in hand.

Amellia walked beside them, her eyes bright with wonder as she took in the natural beauty of Pabu. "It's so peaceful here," she remarked, her voice soft with awe. "I can see why you both love it so much." She turned around to face them as they stopped by a stand at the market, “there wouldn’t happen to be jobs here? Or perhaps any medical needs?”

“We could always ask Shep.” Amina said, glancing over at Hunter, “I think AZI could use some help.”

“AZI? As in a droid? Oh yeah, those droids suck, I once argued with one for 30 minutes because it thought that the radius and ulna was in the leg not the forearm.”

As Amellia finished her story about her encounter with the medical droid on Coruscant, Amina couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like you've had your fair share of run-ins with droids," she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Amellia nodded emphatically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you have no idea," she replied, her voice filled with laughter. "But enough about me. Tell me more about this AZI droid you mentioned. Is it as bad as the one I encountered?"

Amina exchanged a quick glance with Hunter before responding, “we brought him from Kamino. He’s probably a bit better than the one you talked about.”

Omega came running over, Wrecker and Crosshair behind her. “Amina, can we paint my walls? I know what color I want them.”

“After 12 months?” Crosshair said dryly.

As Crosshair's dry comment hung in the air, Amina couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar banter between them. "Well, Omega, what color do you want your walls?" she asked, turning her attention to the young girl with a smile.

Omega's eyes lit up with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "I want them blue, like the sky," she declared, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And maybe some clouds painted on them too, to make it feel like I'm outside."

Amina grinned at Omega's suggestion, “blue it is," she said, reaching out to ruffle Omega's hair affectionately. "We'll get started on it right away." Amina looked over at Hunter, “I can take Omega out to the market to get paint and you can take Amellia to talk to Shep.”

Hunter nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Amina. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "We'll meet back here in a couple of hours?"

Amina nodded in agreement, returning his smile with one of her own. "Yep, sounds good," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let's go, Omega. We've got some painting to do."

Omega grinned eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement as she followed Amina to the market, Wrecker following along.

Hunter watched them go, a fond smile on his face as he turned to Amellia. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing for her to follow him as they made their way through the winding streets of Pabu. Amellia fell into step beside him, her eyes scanning their surroundings with curiosity as they walked. Crosshair walked behind them, keeping quiet.

---

Wrecker held three cans of paint as Omega looked over each one, “no. No. And no.” She said.

Wrecker let out a frustrated sigh as Omega rejected yet another shade of blue paint. "How many shades of blue could there be?" he muttered under his breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

Omega glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "A lot," she replied with a mischievous grin. "But don't worry, Wrecker. We'll find the perfect shade eventually."

Wrecker let out another groan, but his gruff expression softened as he looked down at Omega. "Okay, Omega. But can we please hurry? I'm starting to feel like a pack mule with all these paint cans."

Omega giggled, reaching out to pat Wrecker's arm affectionately. "Of course, Wrecker. Let's keep looking."

Amina and Omega looked over more cans of paint, and after the twentieth one, Omega gave a nod, “this is it!”

“Finally!” Wrecker exclaimed. He grabbed the can of paint along with a smaller white can, along with a few paintbrushes and rollers.

Amina chuckled as she handed over the credits. "Thank you for your patience, Wrecker. I know it took a while, but Omega has a vision."

Omega beamed up at Wrecker, her excitement palpable. "Yeah, it's going to look amazing! Thank you for helping, Wrecker."

Wrecker ruffled Omega's hair affectionately. "Anything for you, kiddo."

They gathered their supplies and made their way back to the house, Omega skipping ahead, humming a cheerful tune.

Back at the house, they set up in Omega's room, laying down drop cloths and prepping the walls. Amina and Omega worked together to tape off the edges while Wrecker opened the paint cans, preparing the rollers.

"This is going to look so good," Omega said, her voice filled with excitement as she dipped a brush into the blue paint and made the first stroke on the wall. "I can't wait to see it finished."

"Me neither," Amina replied with a smile, watching as Omega's enthusiasm spread through the room. "Let's make sure we do a good job. Hunter will be impressed when he sees it." Amina turned around to Wrecker, “hey, maybe you could get us some food? What would you like, honey?” She asked Omega.

After a few moments of contemplation, Omega spoke up, "I could go for some nerf nuggets," she said.

Amina chuckled at Omega’s choice, nodding in agreement. "Sounds good to me," she replied with a smile. "Do you think you could pick up some dessert as well? Maybe some Chandrilan sweetcakes?"

Wrecker's grin widened at the mention of dessert. "You got it," he said, giving Amina a thumbs-up before heading out the door.

As Wrecker made his way to the market to fulfill their food order, Amina and Omega continued to work on painting Omega's room. With each stroke of the brush, the room transformed, taking on a new life with every layer of paint.

Omega hummed to herself as she carefully painted the walls, her movements precise and deliberate. After half an hour, Amina started to notice Omega getting bored, so to lighten the mood she swiped finger on the paint roller and across Omega’s cheek.

Amina chuckled mischievously as she swiped a finger across Omega's cheek with the paint roller, leaving a streak of blue paint behind. Omega gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared at her reflection in the nearby mirror.

"Amina!" Omega exclaimed, her voice a mixture of shock and amusement. "You got paint on my face!"

Amina couldn't help but laugh at Omega's reaction, her own face breaking into a wide grin. "Oops, my bad," she replied, trying to sound apologetic but failing to suppress her amusement. "But you have to admit, it does suit you."

Omega scrunched up her nose in mock indignation, but a giggle escaped her lips as she reached for a paintbrush, dipping it into the can of blue paint. "Oh, it's on now," she declared, her eyes dancing with mischief as she advanced towards Amina with the paintbrush raised.

Amina raised her hands in surrender, her laughter ringing through the room. "Okay, okay, truce!" she exclaimed, trying to dodge Omega's playful attack. But Omega was relentless, chasing Amina around the room with the paintbrush in hand, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

As Hunter, Amellia, and Crosshair got back to the house with Wrecker right behind them they heard laughter.

As they walked into Omega’s room to find one wall completely painted, along with Amina and Omega covered in swatches and splatters of blue paint, Hunter couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before him. "Looks like you two had fun," he remarked, his voice warm with affection as he surveyed the room.

Amina grinned sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she wiped a smudge of blue paint from her forehead. "We may have gotten a little carried away," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced over at Omega, who was still holding the paintbrush with a mischievous grin.

Omega giggled, her eyes shining with excitement as she looked around the room. "It's going to look so good when it's finished," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to show Wrecker."

Wrecker grinned from ear to ear as he entered the room, his arms laden with bags of food. "What did I miss?" he asked, his voice booming with amusement as he took in the sight of Amina and Omega covered in paint.

"Looks like we missed out on all the fun," Amellia said, her eyes dancing with amusement as she surveyed the room. "But don't worry, there's still plenty of painting left to do."

Hunter nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Amina as he took in her messy appearance with a fond smile. "Well, it looks like you two have everything under control," he said, his voice soft with affection. "We'll leave you to it."

As the others filed out of the room, leaving Amina and Omega to finish painting, Hunter lingered behind for a moment, his eyes lingering on Amina's face. "You okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Amina nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she met Hunter's gaze. "Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, her voice soft with reassurance. "Just happy to be here, with you."

Hunter's heart swelled with warmth at her words, his love for her shining in his eyes as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm happy to be here with you too," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, before Hunter reluctantly pulled away, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "But I think it's time I let you two get back to work," he said, nodding towards Omega and Amina with a chuckle.

Amina laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with affection as she turned back to Omega, who was eagerly waiting to resume painting. "Alright, let's finish this," she said, her voice filled with determination as she picked up a paintbrush and got back to work.

As they worked together to finish painting Omega's room, the hours flew by in a blur of laughter and camaraderie. By the time they were done, the room was transformed into a cozy sanctuary, with blue walls adorned with fluffy white clouds that seemed to stretch on forever.

Omega grinned from ear to ear as she surveyed the room, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's perfect," she declared, her voice filled with joy. "Thank you, Amina."

Amina smiled warmly at Omega, her heart swelling with love for the young girl. "You're welcome, Omega," she replied, her voice soft with affection. "I'm glad you like it."

As they admired their handiwork, Hunter stepped into the room, a tray of nerf nuggets and Chandrilan sweetcakes in hand. "Food's ready," he announced, his voice tinged with excitement. "Who's hungry?"

Omega's eyes lit up at the sight of the food, her stomach rumbling with anticipation. "Me!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she eagerly reached for a plate of nerf nuggets.

---

Hunter walked into the kitchen looking around for the girls when Crosshair looked over from the couch, “they went shopping. Amellia needed clothes.”

Hunter nodded in response, grabbing a piece of the breakfast meat pie Amellia made.

Omega held a few different shirts and dresses for herself as Amellia and Amina looked around, “are all of these handmade?” Amellia asked.

“Most of them, yeah. Pabu doesn’t really get shipments so a majority of the things here and handmade.” Amina replied, taking a lilac-colored shirt off the rack and hanging it over her arm.

“You have contracture scars and laceration scars.” Amellia spoke as Amina turned to face her, “oh- I mean- sorry if I was abrupt or anything.”

Amina shook her head, “it’s alright.��

Amellia took a flowy white shirt off the rack inspecting it, “if you don’t mind me asking, where did they come from?”

An emerald green shirt caught Amina’s eye as she looked at the size and placed it over her arm, “most came from when I was captured by Palpatine, but the scars on my arms came from Hemlock.”

“Dr. Royce Hemlock?”

“Yeah, do you know him?” Amina questioned.

“I had an interview with him a few years ago, he actually offered me a job, but I declined it. I didn’t want to be involved in those kinds of experiments.”

Amina's gaze softened with empathy as she looked at Amellia. Despite the horrors they had both witnessed, there was a strength in Amellia's resolve that Amina couldn't help but admire. "You made the right choice," she said, her voice gentle with reassurance. "It takes courage to stand up against injustice, even when it's easier to look the other way. Plus, Hemlock’s dead now. Hopefully we won’t have to deal with more people like him for a long time.”

“Well, thank the maker for that.” Amellia grinned, “now, I have a question.” She held up a yellow shirt, “now, tell me honestly, does this drown me out?”

Amina tilted her head as Omega walked over, “a little bit, yeah.”

Omega nodded in agreement, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied Amellia's complexion. "Yeah, maybe you need darker colors since you're a little... pale," she said, her voice thoughtful as she considered the different clothing options.

Amellia chuckled at Omega's blunt assessment, her lips quirking up into a playful grin. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that," she replied, holding up the yellow shirt and examining it once more. "Darker colors it is, then."

Amina nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the racks of clothing as she considered their options. "How about this?" she suggested, holding up a deep blue dress with intricate embroidery along the neckline. "It's dark enough to complement your complexion, and the embroidery adds a nice touch."

Amellia's eyes lit up with excitement as she took the dress from Amina, holding it up against herself in front of the mirror. "Oh, I love it!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she admired the way the dress hugged her curves. "What do you think?"

Omega nodded in approval, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It looks great on you," she said, her voice sincere as she gave Amellia a thumbs-up. "Definitely better than the yellow."

Amellia grinned at Omega's approval, her confidence bolstered by their encouragement. "Thanks, guys," she said, her voice warm with gratitude. "I think I'll take this one. And, another question, where do you get the credits from?”

“It started out with me teaching a few of the force sensitive kids on the island, but then Rex and Echo brought some young clone cadets. Then, some of the parents on the island had their kids come over to learn some basic combat skills and meditation. Now, it’s kind of like an after-school program and they decided to pay me.”

“What about the rest?” Amellia asked.

“Wrecker helps some of the local’s fish, Crosshair will occasionally help out the mechanics, and Hunter helps Shep around the island.” Omega answered.

As Omega finished explaining how they earned credits on Pabu, Amellia nodded thoughtfully, taking in the information. "That's quite impressive," she remarked, her voice filled with admiration. "It sounds like you've all found ways to contribute to the community here."

Amina smiled warmly at Amellia's words, her heart swelling with pride for the makeshift family they had formed on Pabu. "Yeah, we all do what we can to help out," she replied, her voice tinged with affection. "It's not always easy, but it's worth it. But anyways, how’s being a doctor here?”

“Oh, my goodness, while I’m glad a lot of people don’t get brutally injured, I like having something to fix other than a cold or a headache. At least on Coruscant I got to treat blaster wounds.”

“You may have to deal with Wrecker’s concussions at some point. He somehow always hits his head.” Omega playfully added.

Omega's playful comment about Wrecker's concussions drew a laugh from both Amina and Amellia.

"He does seem to have a knack for that," Amina agreed, shaking her head fondly. "We've patched him up more times than I can count."

Amellia smiled, looking intrigued. "Well, I guess it's good to know I'll have some practice keeping my skills sharp, even if it's just for Wrecker's head."

Omega grinned. "It's kind of his specialty. But don't worry, he's tougher than he looks."

Back at the house, Hunter was waiting for them, his eyes lighting up as Amina walked through the door. "Hey, how was the shopping trip?" he asked, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"It was fun," Amina replied, resting her head against his chest. "We found some great stuff, and Omega gave Amellia some fashion advice."

“Yep, I’m going to be the best-looking doctor this side of the galaxy.” Amellia said, looking over at Crosshair in the corner who was cleaning his rifle.

As Amellia made her playful remark about being the best-looking doctor in the galaxy, she glanced over at Crosshair, who was meticulously cleaning his rifle in the corner of the room. The corners of Crosshair's lips twitched upward into a faint smirk as he glanced up at Amellia, his sharp eyes appraising her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

---

Amina walked to the front door after hearing the knock on the door. Hunter was out helping Shep, Omega was at school, and Amellia was doing her shift at the medical center. She had around an hour before she had to head to the field with the kids and she was going to spend it reorganizing the bedroom when the knock sounded out.

She opened the door to find Mox, one of the younger clones Hunter and Wrecker found while searching for Omega. “Hey, Mox. What are you doing here?”

He lifted a package from the hovercart, “a package came for you. Have a good day, General!”

“It’s Amina, Mox!” He held up a thumb as she shook her head and brought the package in the house. There was no return label at all, no sign of who it was from.

They’ve never even received mail since living on Pabu.

Amina carefully opened the package, the lid opening as she picked up an Eye of Mesra, a toy she played with on Tatooine. Her fingers traced the round toy, remembering how she would have Anakin ask her questions and she would tell him what the Eye said.

It was nothing more than a toy she played with to pass the time, and there were a few times that Anakin would tell her to pull it out if she was scared or sad to cheer her up.

Who would’ve sent this? Part of her wondered if her assumption was correct, or if this was someone else playing around with her emotions.

She looked inside the box to find a small comm at the bottom. Amina grabbed it and twisted it over before pressing the button only for words to pop up, “consider this a wedding gift, Lucky.”

Her hand came to her mouth, her suspicions confirmed. Anakin, or rather Vader, sent her a wedding gift. How he knew she got married, or that she was still on Pabu she didn’t know. He even used the nickname he gave her when they were little, Lucky.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Amina set the Eye of Mesra toy aside and focused on the comm device. She pressed the button once more, half-expecting the message to vanish, but the words remained, glowing softly on the screen: "Consider this a wedding gift, Lucky."

Her mind raced as she tried to process the implications of Vader reaching out to her. Was it a gesture of goodwill, or something more sinister? Did he have ulterior motives, or was he genuinely trying to extend an olive branch?

If he knew where she lived, why hadn’t the Empire come? Why wasn’t he storming Pabu to take her back to the Emperor?

The more she thought about it and held the toy in her hand, the more she realized that it was nothing more than a gift. She felt it.

There would be no reason for him to send a thoughtful gift, something from their childhood to her with any ill intentions. She looked at the Eye of Mesra and thought it over, “is this really just a gift?” She asked the toy quietly.

As she looked at the inner blue section of the toy, its answer appeared, “yes.”

Sure, it was just a toy, but its answer calmed her down. She still knew that Anakin was in there somewhere.

There was good in him, and she hoped that one day she would be proved right.

i am very excited to introduce amellia!! i have a few ideas for her story, and i may have already given a small hint about it…

tags: @callsign-denmark

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