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[xx-rpr]

*MC after the museum encounter with Theo*

[daydreaming-nerd]

The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 3

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: thank you so much for all the feedback! I am loving hearing your guys thoughts and I'm having so much fun with this

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SMUT (consensual), oral (female receiving), mentions of SA.

Word count: 2730

(all photos are from pinterest)

The following day was another quiet day, and though Rhysand had stayed up with me all night like he promised, I didn’t hear from him in the morning. I avoided my brother at all costs and Lucien as well and spent the morning and afternoon getting ready for the ball at the Autumn Court that would be taking place tonight. I was sure to pick my dress carefully, opting for purple again.

I used to not care for balls, most of the time I would show up and not have anyone to see save for Viviane and Kallias who always had each other to dance with. This of course left me to dance with Lucien or not dance at all. I always left bored and feeling more lonely than I had been before I got there. 

I knew tonight would be different not just because of Rhys, but because of Eris. My brother has made it very clear at breakfast that I was to dance and charm Eris all night. The thought made my stomach churn and my eyes water, but I knew better than to disobey. 

From the second I walked into the ballroom I could feel Rhysand. The mass of people swirling and dancing around under the gargantuan chandelier made it near impossible for me to find him. I nearly reached out with the bond before my brother grabbed my arm harshly. 

“Remember sister, you are to charm Eris whatever means necessary,” he growled in my ear so only I could hear. 

“I will, now I’m going to find Viviane.” I glared and sauntered off to do just that. 

The ballroom was impossibly packed but finding Viviane’s ice white hair among the crowd was easier than I thought it would be. 

“Well you two look amazing,” I beam walking over to where her and Kallias are being wall flowers. Her dress looks like it was made entirely out of frost, and cascades down her body like it was made for her, knowing how Kallias likes to dote on her it probably was. 

“Me? Look at you! Purple is your color,” she smiles. 

“So, are there any eligible bachelors for me to romance tonight?” I laugh taking her arm and walking around the perimeter of the ballroom with her and Kallias. 

“No one worthy of note, but you know how picky I am when selecting a suitable man for you,” she giggles. 

“That’s true, you’re a worse critic than I am,” I smile. We promenade around the dancefloor until we run into one of Viviane’s friends and she stops to talk. I take it as my opportunity to glance around the room looking for a particular High Lord and finally I find him. 

He’s at the edge of the room wearing black as usual, conversing easily with two Illyrians. Their wings take up most of the space around them. The one with longer hair is obviously drunk as he lets out a laugh that reverberates throughout the room, the one with the shorter hair, swathed in shadows, simply shakes his head and smiles. Rhysand has yet to see me and to draw his attention I give the bond a tug, the first time I’ve ever done it. 

His head snaps up in my direction and I see the corner of his mouth curl. 

By the cauldron, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, my mate. 

“Why thank you my lord, I seemed to remember you had a certain affinity for the color violet,” I muse back to him and I swear from this distance I can see his eyes light up. 

The Illyrians next to him turn their heads to look at me, the one with the long hair gives me a knowing smirk and I quickly turn my head back to the conversation Viviane is having. 

I hear Rhys chuckle in my head, They don’t bite darling. Well Cassian might, but only if you ask him to. He muses over the bond. 

“An interesting proposal, I’ll keep it in mind,” I say back trying to hide my smile. 

You little minx. 

Before I can say anything back I feel a hand on my back, I turn to find Eris there, a hopeful look in his eye. He takes my hand and kisses it in greeting. 

“Y/n, what a pleasure it is to have you in our court.” he smiles.

“Of course, my brother and I were very honored to receive an invitation,” I say, trying to sound as chipper as possible. 

“You were the first invite we sent, by now I’m sure your brother has told you of my feelings towards you,” he smirks. 

“He has brought them to my attention, and I must say I’m flattered,” I smile.

“Might I have this dance?” he asks, my eyes flit to Rhysand for half a second, but it’s long enough that I can see the rage simmering in those violet eyes.

“Of course,” I say, taking Eris’ hand and allowing him to lead me to the dancefloor. His hand spreads over my waist almost obsessively as we waltz around the room. 

“You really are quite the sight to behold y/n, I can see why your brother keeps you locked up in the Spring Court,” Eris praises me. 

“I regret that he does so, if I had been allowed out more I would’ve found out much sooner how amazing of a dancer you are,” I smile flirtatiously. 

“Among one of my many talents my dear, though you’ll find out soon enough about those,” he whispers in my ear. 

We dance on and on swirling about the room to the music. From the corner of my eye I can see Tamilin and Beron watching the two of us and for the first time in a long time Tamlin almost looks happy. However it’s not long until I see his eyes catch on to a beautiful brunette that seems to grab all his attention. My skin starts to buzz again and it isn’t long until a large hand claps Eris on the shoulder. 

“Mind if I cut in?” Rhysand asks Eris smoothly. His words say one thing but his eyes look at Eris like he would cut off his hands or other important body parts if he were to say no. 

“Of course,” Eris says, passing me off to Rhysand and taking his leave.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” I snap at him.

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stand to watch another minute of that,” he says cooly. 

“Someones jealous,” I muse.

“Very,” Rhysand confesses with a small smile. 

 As we sweep across the dancefloor, the feeling of his hand on my waist is all too familiar and I can’t help but remember the last time it was there. I look to the side to find the two Illyrains standing at the edge of the ballroom watching us. 

“Who did you bring with you tonight?” I ask Rhys. 

“My most trusted friends and members of my court, Cassian and Azriel. Azriel is my spymaster and Cassian is the general of my armies.” he explains. “I grew up with them, they are like brothers to me.” 

“Do they know?” I inquire further. 

“That we’re mates? Yes. I think Cassain would start a war for you already,” he chuckles. 

“Interesting, I would’ve thought they’d be upset,” I say, turning my head back towards Rhys.  

“You are not my court’s enemy, your brother is. You aren’t damned by association, and besides they are my brothers, they want me to be happy.” Rhys explains further.

“It sounds like you have quite the amazing family,” I acknowledge and he picks up on the longing in my phrase right away. “I doubt I’ll be treated the same here in the Autumn Court.”

“Why would it matter how the Autumn Court treats you?” he questions. 

“Because I’m marrying Eris,” I sigh, keeping my head down, unable to meet the sadness I know resides in his eyes now. 

“What?” he growls and for the first time since I’ve known him I’m afraid of him. 

“My brother has decided to marry me off to Eris for political gain,” I explain further.

Rhys takes my hand and drags me off the dancefloor, at this point people are so drunk they don’t even notice. He leads me to a room off the ballroom and closes the door. I take a moment to look around at the dimly lit study, filled with old books and mahogany furniture. I lean against the desk and look at Rhys.

“You’re not going to marry Eris,” he fumes. 

“You say that like I have the option to say no,” I retort as he closes in further. 

“If you marry Eris he will destroy you from the inside out, you will become nothing but a breeding vessel to give him sons.” he tells me.

“I’m going to be the same thing to any Lord my brother marries me to,” I sneer at him. 

“That’s not true,” Rhysand shakes his head. 

“Oh really?” I scoff. 

“It wouldn’t be that way with me. You would be my wife, and my High Lady as well as my  mate. You wouldn’t have to be sexually assaulted in your own home, or barricade yourself in your room to be safe! You would have rights and freedom and you would have Cassian and Azriel and a family that loves you!” he yells passionately, getting closer to me. “And you would have me, and I would love you too.” he confesses quieter.

A tear slips from my eye as I take in all that he’s said. He looks at me from just an arms length away, waiting for me to say something back.

 “Rhysand I can’t-” I start to say. 

“Don’t you dare say that you can’t,” he says, stepping forward and caging me into the desk, his mouth dangerously close to my own. “If you were mine there’s not a person in this world that would dare to touch you. You know that.”

I feel a hand go to my waist and he uses the other to wipe the tears from my eye. A different kind of tension fills the room as his breath fans my face leaving kisses where my tears once were. 

“Rhys please,” I rasp out lightly pushing him away.  His hands on my waist tighten. 

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now y/n,” he says tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. He’s right, I do want him to kiss me but I can’t even form the words to ask him that. “I thought so,” he says and then his lips are on mine. 

I taste all of him and need all of him. He pulls me so close to him I think I might melt into his skin. I throw my hands around his neck like he might be ripped away from me at any given moment. I feel his hands leave my waist and fly to the desk behind me. The next thing I hear is the clattering of glass, books and paper. He lifts me up and places me on the desk positioning his frame between my legs. 

“Rhys,” I moan as his lips find my neck. 

“I love it when you say my name,” he groans into the kiss, using his body to press my back into the desk and anywhere that isn’t concealed by my dress gets goosebumps from the cold surface. “I need to taste you,” his hands travel down my body and he sinks to his kneels before me, never breaking eye contact. 

“What are you doing?” I ask earnestly. 

“Have you ever had a man touch you here?” he questions back, his hand ghosting over my clothed core, my breath hitches. 

“N-no,” I squeak. He lifts up the many layers of my skirt and bunches them around my waist. 

“And have you ever touched yourself here?” he further inquiries rubbing a hand over my undergarments. 

I’m too embarrassed to speak, I just give him a shallow nod.

“Probably while you’re reading all those dirty books right y/n darling?” he smirks loving how the pink tints my cheeks. “And do you want me to touch you here?”  

I give him another shallow nod. 

“I’m gonna need to hear words darling,” he persists. 

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I spit out, “Yes.” 

“Yes what?” he taunts me. 

“Yes I want you to touch me there,” I whine. 

He lets loose a feral grin before I feel him gently pull down my undergarments, taking his time to let his fingertips brush down the expanse of both my legs while he does it.  He pulls then off over my heels and discards them. I watch him intently as he lowers his mouth to me and licks a long stripe clean up my pussy flicking my clit at the very top. My back arches off the desk and I let out a moan. 

“Shhh darling, we can’t have other people knowing what sinful things you’re allowing me to do to you right now. Especially poor Eris, he’ll never get to hear you moan like this for as long as he lives,” Rhys smirks before disappearing under my dress again to feast on me. 

My back arches again and my hand flies over my mouth to cover my own moan. I feel Rhysand bring one of his hands up to grasp my free one. A touch so simple, yet so intimate. His tongue swirls hungrily over my clit and it takes everything in me not to scream. I squeeze his hand tighter and he chuckles, sending a vibration through my pussy. 

You taste amazing, like you were made for me. He says into my mind. 

I squeeze his hand harder at his word. I had spent most of my life reading books about this, sex and romance. I assumed all the women writing them were exaggerating how good it could be. In the spring court it was always seen as a pleasure for the male, not the female. But the way Rhys is using his tongue on me right now, has me seeing stars which I know is no coincidence. His mouth closes around my clit suckling it. 

“Rhys,” I breathe out. 

Fuck darling. I lied, I like it when you say my name, I love it when you moan it. 

“Rhys I’m gonna,” I cry trying to keep quiet. 

Cum mate. I want you to cum all over my face. He growls into my mind. 

It was almost as if he compelled me to. My back arches off the desk for the final time and I use my hand to stifle any sound that comes out of my mouth. He works me through my orgasm and when my body stops shaking he places one final kiss over my clit. His head pops up from under my skirts, his eyes shown with satisfaction as he licks the remnants of my arousal off his lips. 

I was on him before he could even speak, pulling him by his neck and kissing him hard. I fumble for the strings on his pants and he grabs my wrist to stop me.  

“No, not tonight,” he states. I immediately feel disappointment, the sedition I felt earlier had long left me the second that man licked his lips. 

“Rhys please,” I whine. 

“As much as it makes my cock twitch to hear you beg for me, I won’t let the first time I fuck you be on Beron Vanserra’s desk.” he chuckles, and leans in close to my ear. “Because when I’m inside you for the first time my mate I want to hear every strangled cry and moan I pull from your body. And when I cum inside you for the first time I want to hear you scream my name so loud all of Prythian knows just who’s mate you are. Is that clear?” 

Butterflies hit my stomach and all I can do is nod slowly every coherent thought in my brain long gone. All I can think of is how badly I want him to make good on his promise.

“Good girl, now let's get your panties back on before a certain High Lord of Spring starts to miss you,” he smiles.

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oh hi love 😻😻 soooooo… “Until Tomorrow” was everything I imagined and more.. ummm.. can i maybe perhaps request a part two??❤️❤️❤️ YOU CAN ADD ANYTHING!! it can be smutty or ANYTHING. you’re an amazing writer i love u.

and thank you :)

Until Tomorrow pt 2

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Bounty!Reader 

Warnings: smut (18+), masturbation, thigh riding, caught in the act, maybe a little dub-con but not really?, Cooper is mean but kind of soft for reader (and hates it), touch starved, control, angst, mentions of paying for sex (not reader), only 5 words of dialogue.

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Thank you so much for all of the love on part one, and for requesting a part two! This picks up where the first part finished, and is some really self-indulgent smut with an insight into Cooper's inner workings. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

👉 Read part one HERE👈

Cooper Howard was no stranger to life's unpredictable twists. Whether they took the form of hidden perils or unexpected windfalls, he had consistently demonstrated a keen instinct and unyielding determination that had garnered him both admiration and infamy in the wasteland. His standing as a ghoul capable of weathering any storm was well-earned. Yet, on this particular evening, he faced a novel obstacle – one that pushed him to his breaking point and muddied the boundaries he had carefully established to stay alive.

His digits lingered on the clasp of his belt, drumming softly upon the cool metal with an air of vexation while he gazed upward at the star-speckled sky. A fleeting moment of poor judgement, the lingering sensation of your leg grazing his unmistakable arousal, had tempted him to succumb to his base desires and satisfy his craving. Yet, Cooper managed to rein in his impulses, commanding his intellect to dominate the surge of desire that pulsed through his cock as he inhaled your essence deeply. 

He was smarter than this; he hadn't survived all these years in this hellish landscape by giving in to his whims at the first touch of a woman. Granted, he'd had numerous lovers, but none as guileless as you, and all at a considerable cost. Each liaison bore a price, sometimes paid in coin, other times in loyalty or secrets, and once even in blood. It was true that he'd been known to indulge in fleeting pleasures when the mood struck him, but he'd also learned to be cautious and weigh the potential consequences of his actions. 

After all, he had a reputation to maintain and a position of power to uphold. Yet, despite his reservations, there was an inexplicable allure about you – the way you clung to him for comfort, even though he was the one responsible for your suffering, the pink welt left from the rope where he had bound your wrists still marred your skin. It was a contradiction that enticed him to disregard his cautious demeanour and investigate the boundaries of your resilience.

With a deep exhale, his fingers returned to their earlier task.

He couldn't tell how long it had been since he started the slow, methodical movements of stroking his cock with his gloved hand, attuned to the faint, sultry sounds that now and then slipped from your mouth while you dozed next to him, to which he responded with a tender increase in pressure. The abrasive texture of the glove's material offered a friction that, with each insistent stroke and release, delivered the peculiar blend of ecstasy and slight pain that he had come to desire. Having endured for countless centuries, it was only through discomfort that he could find any semblance of solace.

As he continued to caress himself, his thoughts fixated on you, the soft curves and delicate features that filled his mind. He wondered if you had ever experienced the touch of a man, felt the ebb and flow of an impending orgasm, and then dared to imagine you coming undone on his own fingers. Despite quickly reprimanding himself for having such forbidden thoughts, he couldn't shake the feeling of the boundary he should not cross and the one he had already transgressed.

Looking down at your hand resting innocently on his abdomen, he couldn't help but imagine how your gentle fingers would feel against the rough bumps of his shaft. The contrast between your flesh, soft and delicate, and his so harsh, stirred a curiosity that he struggled to suppress. He tried to distract himself by focusing on the sensations coursing through his body, but his thoughts always seemed to find their way back to you, and the temptation to cross that line grew stronger with each passing moment.

With a conflicted sigh, he lifted his unoccupied hand to his mouth and nimbly pulled off the glove with his teeth. The leather peeled back, unveiling his exposed hand which he laid over yours on his middle with deliberate care. The feel of you under his touch, so fragile and unawares, sparked a reaction that made him throb against his palm.

His thumb glided along the slit of his cock, gathering the clear droplets of arousal into thick globules that he then spread around his thickness, easing the friction as he stroked himself with a steady rhythm. The stimulation was heightened by the feel of your soft skin brushing against his, a sensation that sent shivers through him as he gently skimmed his fingers over your knuckles. His gaze flitted to you, wondering whether the extended contact might stir you from your sleep, yet you merely exhaled in peaceful satisfaction, your face burrowed now into his chest.

Cooper clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to let out a moan as your thigh made contact with his sensitive balls, sending a jolt of sensation racing through him. His hips lunged forward of their own accord, his body reacting with fervent need as he simultaneously fucked himself with a frantic rhythm and ground himself against the solidity of your thigh. Each movement etched lines of desire and satisfaction across his ghoulish features as his back arched, bracing against the coarse fabric of the bedroll as he lost himself to the limited feel of you.

He knew that his senses were dulling, his awareness of the world around him fading like the last rays of a setting sun. It was a perilous descent into a realm of vulnerability, one he rarely allowed himself to enter, especially when he was saddled with such a valuable cargo. Yet, in the privacy of his thoughts, he succumbed to the dangerous fantasy, squeezing his eyes shut with an intensity that bordered on desperation. In that shadowy sanctuary of his mind, he conjured the image of you, your hands taking the place of his own, your touch igniting a fire that his ravaged body hadn't felt in ages.

It was a reckless indulgence, a stark departure from his usual vigilance. But you had awakened something within him, something primal and undeniable. Beneath the ghoulish exterior, marred by the relentless march of radiation, there remained a man, a man with desires and longings that refused to be quenched by the harsh realities of his existence. You had started this, whether intentionally or not, and now he grappled with the consequences of his own humanity, a humanity that stubbornly clung to life despite the monstrous transformation that sought to smother it.

Succumbing to his desires, he whispered to himself that a bit more would suffice, just a few more strokes and he'd be satisfied. It was then he perceived your subtle movement next to him, a sharp intake of breath as your fingers clenched the fabric of his duster. He gripped them in a bid to stop you from inevitably fleeing, his hips coming to a complete stop as you both lay there. His chest rose and fell with each laboured breath as he cast his gaze downward, fixating on you with an intense stare while you watched, eyes wide, as his hand firmly grasped his erect member mere inches away from you.

Neither of you stirred as you both took in the sight. Beads of precum glistened, oozing from the inflamed slit of his cock, standing out against the darkness of his gloved hand that gripped it firmly. You seemed to consider him for a moment, and he braced himself to overpower you should you attempt to exploit his momentary weakness to flee.

Instead, you gently wriggled your fingers within his grasp, repeating the motion when he did not yield, until he finally let go with a degree of wariness. Your hand glided down his torso, fingertips skimming the edge of his shirt until they met his gloved hand, following the intricate stitching until they grazed the bare skin of his length, tentatively stroking the pronounced furrows. His breath caught as he observed you, his firmness quivering in his hand as you circled your forefinger over the sensitive head, spreading the precum that welled up under your caress. 

Cooper fought against every urge to force your hand around him, to thrust into it until he was seeing stars. The delicate contact of your skin against him caused his mind to malfunction, and had he not been a proud man, he would have begged for more. As if reading his thoughts, your fingers gradually wrapped around him, positioning themselves above his own grip at the base while trying to encircle his sheer size. He gave a tentative thrust of his hips, probing your determination before he began to fuck into his hand and yours at an almost frantic rhythm.

Cooper's stifled moans reverberated through the darkness, his grip on the base of himself becoming rougher to counterbalance your delicate touch with the pain that heightened his pleasure. His cock throbbed under your ministrations, the rush of blood echoing in his ears as he maneuvered his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. He felt your body press firmly against his, your clothed cunt grinding against his leg, and a blissful moan slipped from your mouth. He believed it would be the end of him.

"Fuck," he sighed, his voice a mix of strain and desire as he slowed his thrusts. He adjusted his position, bending his knee so that his thigh pressed firmly between your own, creating an intimate pressure. "Ride it, go on," he urged, his tone both commanding and coaxing, inviting you to take control and find your rhythm against him.

He sensed your initial hesitation, followed by the sudden heat of your arousal as you began to move, bucking and writhing against him as you lay beside him on your bedroll, seeking your pleasure. He anchored himself by planting the boot of his other leg firmly on the ground, continuing to stroke himself with urgency as he fucked up into his hand.

As you relentlessly thrust against him, your hand tightly gripping his swollen shaft, your breaths grew heavy and ragged, accompanied by moans of unbridled pleasure. The harmonious blend of your ecstatic sounds and the wet, slurping noises of his cock sliding through your fingers brought him precariously close to the edge, yet he was determined for you to come first. He found himself curious about the nature of your cries, wondering if they would be pathetic or even endearing when you finally reached your peak. This thought spurred him to delay his own release, focusing instead on the increasing fervour of your hips grinding against him and the surge of warm, sticky wetness seeping through the leg of his pants.

At last, you let out a broken scream, your voice cracking as you were consumed by the intensity of your orgasm. He was right; it was utterly pitiful, but also incredibly alluring. You continued to writhe against him with abandon, your movements sloppy and desperate as he clenched his jaw, powerless to stop himself from chasing his own peak. You witnessed his final, frantic thrusts, his cum erupting from his flushed cockhead in thick ropes, coating your hand and dripping down your fingers as he rode out the last shockwaves of his release.

As the intensity of his climax subsided, you maintained your hold on him, observing the spill of the white fluid as it coated your fingers and trickled down to his thumb. Cooper released a deep, resonant breath, his hand groping blindly behind you until it landed on your bag. He delved into it and extracted a well-worn shirt. Pressing it against the juncture of your hands, he enfolded you in the crook of his arm, diligently wiping your skin clean of his essence, until only a fine, tacky sheen remained, clinging to your flesh like a second skin

He went through the same steps for himself, then tossed the dirty cloth aside. He pulled away from your slack grasp and tucked himself in. Your hand automatically sought warmth between your bodies, resting against your beating heart. You didn't try to distance yourself from him, your leg still coiled around his, keeping his thigh tightly pressed against your core. It was moist and somewhat uncomfortable, but as you both came down from your shared highs, the harsh cold of the night returned to your bones. His hand remained firmly on your back, holding you in place.

Cooper gazed up at the stars, listening to your breathing as it slowed, settling into a calm rhythm that contrasted sharply with the tumultuous events of the night. He marvelled at how easily you could drift into sleep, even after everything that had happened. You must have known the effect you had on him—you had burrowed beneath his tough exterior, the first to ever do so, the first to fracture his ironclad resolve.

Now, he was left with a burning question: what was he supposed to do next? Indulging in you had been a moment of weakness, a slip he couldn't afford to repeat. You weren't meant for him, nor did you belong to him, and he didn't truly desire you—not entirely. It was merely a fraction of him that did, that stubborn, nagging part he constantly tried to suppress because it had no place in the perilous wasteland. Here, vulnerability was a liability, and Cooper Howard prided himself on being anything but weak. Yet with you, he seemed to falter.

As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, he resolved to cast you aside, bind you once more, and ensure the knot was tighter, harsher this time, just for good measure. You couldn't be allowed to think you had outsmarted him, nor could he permit you to believe he would show you any leniency from now on. There was a bounty to be claimed, but until that moment arrived, he contemplated as he drew you nearer to him, perhaps this wouldn't be so detrimental to his health.

[shanastoryteller]

happy birthday!! the untamed, wwx in female mxy's body please!!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

Xuanyu seems very familiar with Song Lan.

She pulls up a chair right next to him, leaning into his space and demanding he tell her everything. Song Lan seems faintly bewildered by this behavior, but inexplicably starts to tell her the details anyway.

Lan Wangji has always known Song Lan to be a quiet man. It's unusual for him to be this open with anyone, even if he and Xuanyu have met before.

"They're just talking," Xichen says.

He forces himself not to flinch. The last thing he needs is his brother to realize he was so busy staring at his wife and the wandering cultivator that he didn't notice his approach. "Of course."

"You could probably go join them," he continues, that same teasing glint in his eye that he had the morning after he drunkenly slept with Xuanyu.

He deliberately turns away from them. "They can catch up just fine without me."

Xichen is disappointed and Jin Guangyao rolls his eyes and makes no effort to hide it.

He regrets his decision a half hour later when both Song Lan and Xuanyu are missing.

~

"You're very good at talismans," Song Lan says to the young woman who's very different than the teenage girl he met before. She'd been quiet with a look in her eyes that hadn't seemed to match her meekness.

Xiao Xingchen had called him paranoid, but he hadn't had much to say when they'd found out the girl was a demonic cultivator and the ghoul they were fighting was the results of her own botched ritual. She'd at least helped them destroy it.

He'd thought it was mistake to leave her at the Mo's, in that house full of people who hated her. It could only end in death, although who's was to be decided.

Turning her in hadn't been an option to either of them. Even taking into account her cultivation methods, she'd been the least monstrous member of that household.

He hadn't expected her to marry into the Lans, of all people. Her forehead ribbon is hard to miss. He wonders which of the cultivators she managed to seduce and if they knew exactly what they were getting themselves into.

"It's a skill," she says dismissively, letting the cloaking talisman fade as they make their way down the street and away from the inn. "You didn't need much convincing to let me use it."

"I assume you don't want your new family to know of your demonic cultivation," he says, then has to reach out an arm to steady her when she trips. "I don't approve of your choices but if you're going to use your skills to help me find Xiao Xingchen I don't much care what else you do with them."

She looks at him for a moment, mouth hanging open, before closing it and shaking her head. "Huh. Yeah. I don't suppose you have a flute on you? I was going to try to go for the subtle approach, but I guess there's no point."

A flute? Odd, she'd leaned into arrays before. Then again, it's the tool Wei Wuxian used, so maybe there's something to it's effectiveness that she's discovered for herself in the years since he saw her last. "I know where we can get one. Do you really think you can find him?"

"One way or another," she answers, face suddenly grim, and Song Lan swallows.

[feyreswaterybowels]

Shadows Dance🐦‍⬛ (#5)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: More of (Y/N) and Jarek’s past is revealed, (Y/N) starts plotting to take Jarek out and makes a discovery.

Word Count: 1.5k

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“Are you still working for the Night Court?” Jarek asks, taking a bite from the food on the stacked plate in front of him.

I quirked an eyebrow at him as I sat my wine glass down. “I thought you were keeping tabs on me all these years?”

Jarek laughs and shakes his head. “I checked in here and there—the last 50 years were quite difficult to keep up with you with all of the Amaranth drama. Plus, with your abilities you disappeared so much it was hard to keep up. What, did you just stay hidden in the shadows during your travels?”

I hummed, thinking for a moment about how honest I wanted to be. On one hand he would see my honesty as trusting him, on the other I didn’t want him to know anything about me. I sighed feigning sadness, laying my fork down, adjusting the napkin in my lap before meeting gray eyes that seemed to be filled with…concern?

“If I’m honest, Jarek,” I watched him shudder at the sound of his name on my lips, “These last decades, when I was out I was looking for Sarah, not working. I stayed hidden within the shadows so often because I was-I was grief stricken, it was hard to be around anyone.”

Jarek nodded his head, reaching for my hand and I let him, trying not to recoil from his touch.

“I am sorry for the pain I caused you, (Y/N). I don’t claim to have done the right thing. I, well, I know I was wrong. No matter how bad I wanted you it wasn’t right. I do apologize for that. Will you forgive me?” Jarek asks, leaning towards me.

The nerve. I wanted to leach out and slap him across the face. To take my fork and stab him right in the throat—in that spot that would drain all of his blood. To-to—I stopped myself, knowing if I kept going I would lose my composure.

I reached out with my other hand laying it on top of his larger two covering mine and I gave him a smile. A real genuine smile that pained me and nodded softly.

“Of course, I forgive you, Jarek,” I nodded, watching his eyes widened and I let myself giggle. “I’ll admit your method was a little unorthodox, and when I saw you again for the first time I was angry to know it was you who had taken my sister. I felt betrayed—but you did too, didn’t you.”

Jareks eyes dropped to the ground and he nodded. I licked my teeth trying not to snarl at him, shaking my head as I pulled one of my hands away, reaching out to touch his face softly, lifting so his eyes met mine.

“Drop the glamor, Jarek,” I breathed, those dull gray eyes meeting mine. He looked hesitant so I stroked his cheek, in the spot I knew he was hiding. “Please? I’ve seen it before, you don’t need to hide from me.”

“Okay,” He breathes out with a nod and the next second the glamor is gone. I give him a smile.

“There’s my Jarek,” I whisper, stroking over the scar again, the one crisscrossing over his cheek, splitting over his left eye and eyebrow. He melts into my touch, eyes falling closed and I’m brought back in time, back when I had loved the man in front of me—loved him deeply and how he attained that scar saving my life.

“Do you remember?” Jarek asks, those eyes opening to meet mine. And I nod.

“Like it was yesterday,” I breathed.

And I do. I remembered how I was taken from my bed in the middle of the night, how Jarek had been the one to find me, to save me. But the price had been the scars that now littered his skin. It was a year later that the mating bond snapped between Azriel and I—I had left Jarek for many other reasons, not even pursuing a relationship with my shadow singer for almost another year after that.

“You know, I thought the scars were part of the reason you left me,” Jarek confesses, pulling away from my touch but leaving his hands on mine, resting in my lap.

My brows furrowed, watching him reach for his wine glass.

“Do you really think me that shallow?” I ask, offended and hurt. “I loved you, Jarek. I left for many reasons, but the scars you suffered saving my life? They weren’t anywhere near the list.”

“I don’t mean to offend you,” he shakes his hair, a strand of dirty blond hair falling onto his forehead. “I am still…insecure about the scars. Losing you still hurts. You were my everything. I was ready to dedicate my entire life to you mating bond or not, though I had hoped it would snap for us one day. But no, no your fated mate was him. That—that Illyrian male.”

The words were spat. Filled with so much hatred I nearly snarled at Jarek. Loathing the way he speaks of my mate.

“You still spit that word as if it’s the worst thing someone could be even though I’m Illyrian as well,” I say softly, that had been one of the reasons on the list of why I left. His hatred for Illyrians and his refusal to acknowledge that part of my heritage even with my wings right in front of him.

Jarek looked at me. A look on his face I couldn’t quite place before nodding at me.

“You’re right,” He acknowledges. “I apologize. For the way I speak of your kind.”

I fight to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.

“I appreciate your apology. Thank you,” I say sweetly.

We pull away from one another then and continue to eat. We have conversations, talking about the past and present. Neither of us speak of Sarah or the child and I avoid mentioning Rhys, Cassian or Azriel by name. Especially Azriel.

He tells me he’s surprised that I’m not fighting him more and I shrug telling him there’s no use fighting. I’m here to spare my sister's life, so that I’ll learn to live here with him. I think he’s still skeptical but he may be desperate enough to believe that I’ll happily stay here so he won’t go have my sister even though I know he’ll never be able to find her tucked away in Velaris.

Once I’ve retired to bed, changed out of the dress and bathed once again I crawl into the large bed and slide under the covers. I sigh as my wings are able to spread out, relaxing into the bed.

I wanted Azriel. I wanted to be with him in our bedroom knowing that our girl was safe in the room right down the hall. Even all of these years when we were physically together we still had the bond—and in some ways that bond was closer than physically being together.

My brows furrowed together in the darkness of the room. I had never heard of any wards that could prevent two mates from being able to contact one another. Maybe on the surface level but deep down? It was a soul connection.

I dug deep, then deeper, and deeper. Further into myself than I’ve ever needed to go. I searched and looked and I nearly gave up, though maybe the words did indeed go that deep. But I felt it. That string that binds us and I yank on it, hard and desperately and the response is immediate. I have to slam a hand over my mouth to stop a sob from escaping.

My love? It’s an echo in my head, deep and anguished.

Oh, my heart, I needed to hear your voice so much. It’s a sob in my head. I reach out yearning to touch him and I’m met with his hands reaching for me in return. It’s the comfort I needed so badly. He—he said there were wards. But I didn’t believe him. I’d never heard of such a wards.

Clearly they aren’t very good wards. Is his answering snarl. Has he harmed you?

No, no, Az he hasn’t. He wants me though. I’m trying to play along, make him think I want to be here…by myself some time. I don’t know what he’ll do if I refuse him…

Kill him. If it comes down to it, you’re stronger than him, you always have been. You kill him and then you get the hell away.

I take a breath. It’s taking a lot of concentration to hold on to the bond, but I can’t let go, not yet, not as he strokes me—caressing every part of my mind.

There’s a girl here, a servant, she says we’re in Autumn.

Sarah told us the same thing, says she got out once a few years ago and was sure she was in the mountains of Autumn.

The mountains of Autumn? What an odd choice.

How is she?

She’s shaken but she’s alright. She had no idea any of this was happening.

I’m getting so tired, Az. Was all I could muster in return.

Let go, my love. I love it’s hard, we’ve never been this deep in the bond before. Just know I’m coming for you, (Y/N). We all are.

I love you, Az.

I love you, sweetheart.

And then our connection was gone. Gone like it was never there and I cried.

[female-malice]

Women's freedom of movement and freedom to cycle have been at the heart of feminism for 130 years

And men know this. And that is why they harass female cyclists. They want to intimidate us and keep us from claiming our freedom through cycling.

The most recent counts by the City of Portland estimate that only three out of every 10 bicycle riders are women and the gender split hasn’t budged since counting started in 2006. In east Portland, the City tabulated just 17% of all bike riders as women. As we ponder the reasons for this disparity, a survey has revealed one factor that’s causing it: the high rate of demeaning interactions and aggressive behaviors some women experience while riding.

A survey conducted in February by nonprofit BikeLoud PDX asked women to describe the worst or most common incident of abuse they’ve experienced while cycling. A shocking 311 out of the 329 women who answered that question reported some level of traumatic incident. The woman who led the survey project, Cathy Tuttle, analyzed the results and found that 229 respondents experienced a Level 3 Trauma (swearing, honking, catcalling, rolling coal, etc), 53 experienced a Level 2 Trauma (deliberate close pass, tailgating, menacing, etc), and 29 experienced a Level 1 Trauma (hit and run, throwing projectiles, aggressive stalking, etc) — the most severe category of abuse.

The vast majority of these aggressive behaviors came from people driving cars. Respondents said 88% of the aggressors were in cars, 7% were identified as homeless people and 5% were other bike riders.

In a summary of the survey results made public Monday, Tuttle shared several examples of the responses. I’ve pasted a few of them below:

A man screaming “get the f*ck off the road” repeatedly while I was cycling on a low traffic route downtown, revving their engine constantly and pulling up too close behind me. I finally got off the road, shaking and crying and called 911. The dispatcher told me there was “nothing we can do, it’s not illegal.” She didn’t want me to report the behavior, even though I had the license plate.

I had a driver stop to tell me that I needed a rear bike light so they could see me. I didn’t respond so the continued to verbally harass me. When the light changed they followed me and kept trying to yell at me. Eventually I came to park and biked into it so they couldn’t follow me. I was scared to bike for a while after that.

A woman yelling out her (passenger) side window “hit the bitch” after I pointed to the stop sign that they were rolling through when I had right of way.

Tuttle also included a longer response from someone who took the survey that is worth reading (edited slightly for brevity):

After he physically threatened me with his car, and after honking, I was told by a man, “I’m going to kill you the next time I see you” while I was biking — legally — on a typically busy (but not at all busy right then) 3 or 4-lane one-way road that has no cycling-specific infrastructure and doesn’t see much bike traffic, but which was at the time a crucial connector that I needed to be on to get across a freeway without going extremely far out of my way…

He didn’t yell it. He said it slowly, deliberately. I’ll never forget it. It wasn’t inflamed reactive rage; it was a slow, methodical, simmering threat. He looked right at me. I can still hear it many years later: I’m going to kill you. I’ve had men in SUVs and trucks deliberately swerve into me, almost, but not quite, hitting me more times than I can count. This is a cross-Oregon problem, in urban, suburban, ex-urban, and rural areas, all of which I’ve biked in extensively. I’ve been called a dumb c—, a stupid b—-, and other misogynist slurs, again, more times than I can count. I’ve also been treated to yelling misogyny from male street joggers, who run in the street against traffic all the way to the side of the road, right where cyclists typically are… This is weirdly common in Portland, and they are often very rhetorically and even physically aggressive. I’ve also been in collisions with street joggers, and their dogs, and I, the cyclist, have always been the more injured person, so it’s a real problem actually. I’ve encountered groups of 3 men jogging with 2 or 3 huge dogs who are taking up literally the entire street and are very aggressive when confronted with a cyclist — me, one woman — trying to get to work. Once I was biking to work in Portland with a male cyclist who was behind me, and a truck deliberately swerved into me at a high rate of speed to threaten me or worse, and the man who was biking behind me chased the driver down and yelled at him because he saw it all happen in a way I did not have the vantage to and he was pissed. The truck driver was likely annoyed by my male companion, who he encountered first, but didn’t do anything. Then when he encountered me, he became enraged and deliberately tried to intimidate me by swerving into me. If anything had “gone wrong,” I’d probably be dead now, due to the speed of the driver. Still have a pretty visceral reaction to light blue Leer-brand pick-up truck toppers to this day because of this decades-ago incident. None of these described incidents are rare, aberrant, unusual, or even, really, worthy of note anymore, but they’re the specific ones that come immediately to mind with no thought at all, but that are representative of a whole problem. They happen ALL THE TIME, for seemingly no reason often. The misogyny comes out almost immediately, reflexively. I feel that if a female cyclist doesn’t preemptively display deference to motorists — of any sex, but especially male — they will be targeted, and if we’re assertive, then all the more so. But cyclists need to be assertive to be safe. Male cyclists too often seem like they’re not our allies (aside form the aforementioned male cyclist — this was actually a rare instance in my experience). The dismissive ‘male glance’ is real, on the bike as in all of life. I can distinctly recall men realizing another cyclist (me, almost 50) is behind them, at a red light or whatever, and looking back, only to discover a woman who is older than he is, on a not-interesting-to-him bike, with no interesting blingy gear on it, and have him turn away, barely able to acknowledge I was there at all. What was he expecting to see? A sexualizable object young enough to be worthy of his attention? Men are far more sexist than they can admit. As many jobs become more gender-integrated, men find new ways to assert their male supremacy. There seems to me to be a distinct strain of “biking everywhere with no infrastructure makes me a man” in the Portland bike ecosystem and it’s detrimental to a lot of folks, not just adult women. We live in a deeply sexist society and misogynist backlash to feminist gains is observantly real across both dominant culture and most if not all subcultures. Women already experience this whether they have the interpretive lens to see it or not. Many women I know just don’t want to be extra-burdened by the physical and emotional danger of biking routinely for transportation, because they’re already burdened enough in a way men just aren’t.

The responses to this survey give us all a lot to think about and should add urgency to create a better cycling environment in Portland.

Tuttle based her survey on one conducted by the Women’s Freedom campaign in London. She said after hearing similar responses to their survey, bike advocates in London built an entire campaign around it with rides, petitions, letters to city council, etc.

What should Portland do to address this problem?

— Read the survey summary here.

[darling-wendy]

rei and miri's physicality: a chronological analysis (part 1)

Time to go into one of the meta topics that has been buzzing in my head for a while now. It's about how Miri and Rei interact with respect to physical contact, and how I am smitten by the way he's so gentle with her and lets her take liberties with him. This is gonna be long and image-heavy [NB now has descriptions]. I have to split it into two parts because of the image limit.

Episode 2! This is the first time that Miri and Rei have physical contact with each other, and it's Kazuki pawning her off to Rei so he can make breakfast without her running underfoot.

As I went to get these screencaps, I noticed that Rei's hands automatically come up to hold her even though he's clearly kind of sceptical about the arrangement at this point. (Lol at Kazuki backing away as though he's afraid Miri is radioactive).

Episode 3! And here begins a running gag about Miri's favourite way to wake up Rei lmao.

I'm curious as to why Rei was sleeping on the sofa to begin with, when that's where they put Miri until she gets her own room in episode 4, and Miri didn't know Rei slept in the bathroom until later on.

Miri goes looking for Rei after Kazuki turns down her request to sleep with him. She finds Rei sleeping in the bathtub as per usual for him and eagerly clambers into the tub so she can sleep with him. Going by the setup of Misaki's apartment in episode 11, she's probably used to sleeping with her mother.

Despite his resting bitch face and reserved demeanour, Miri is already super comfortable with him. She's plopped on his chest, pawing at his face, and goading him to smile. And Rei is very accommodating of her whims. He later tells her to stop kicking the back of his seat in the car, but doesn't tell her to stop pawing at his face. Around this time in the story, Kazuki complained about her climbing into his lap when he was trying to eat, but Rei just....lets this happen lol.

There's a cut out and it fades back into her asleep in the tub, wrapped in Rei's blanket as he looks down at her from outside it. The implication seems to be that she just tired herself out pawing at Rei and then he relinquished his sleeping spot, probably to go out on the sofa.

Such a significant moment. I had already realised that this was the first time that Rei had addressed Miri by name, but it was only while I was drafting this post that it hit me that this was also the first time he had willingly and consciously initiated physical contact with her. I also think it's significant that he repeats the 'Let's go home, Miri' line after she's jumped into his arms. It's him fully committing to the sentiment.

It's sweet how after he has made his 'I'm her papa' resolve, he doesn't seem to put her down again until they meet back up with Kazuki.

Episode 4!

It's so adorable how Miri loves climbing on Rei and how he just let's her despite him not being a tactile person.

Him keeping Miri on his lap after they both woke up from their nap is so precious.

Tsundere Rei lol. Even though he acted very put upon to be there, he was clearly paying attention and even anticipated the high five coming before Kazuki did.

I think this is the only instance of her hugging both their legs at once and I love it. I love it! It's so dear to me. I love this family 😭

Episode 5!

Rei's expression here is golden. Miri, like most small children, is very adorable. But, also like most small children, she can be very annoying lol.

We get another instance of her preferred method of waking up Rei--jumping on him--band she even shakes him for good measure, but he's simply too tired to react.

This is also a good point to note the difference between him sensing something and waking up before she even flipped the lights in episode 3 and the way he's now so comfortable with her presence here that can even sleep through her deliberately trying to wake him.

I wish I had a gif because screenshots do not do justice to the softness with which Rei picks up and gazes at Miri while she's asleep. He's 1000% having a 'that's my baby girl; I'm her dad' moment.

And just look at his expression after Kyu reveals he knows what the deal is. He's nervous about what Kyu will do, and there's also so much 'don't take her away from me' energy coming off him. I see in him shades of the Rei who will tell Kazuki that he wants to keep taking care of her after her mother is killed.

And that's part one! Part two is here.

[jackyjango]

Cherik LJ recs

I realised that I forgot to post my stash of cherik LJ recs. So here they are:

Fics recced by @gerec and @eugeline earlier can be found here

I've been reading and adding these fics to my list since before the dawn of time. So the descriptions on many of the fics are somewhat wonky. Plus, you know how the kink meme works on LJ *shrugs*. So read them at your own risk.

I'll start with one of my favourites:

Desperate Measures https://temperance-k.livejournal.com/37682.html The inhabitants of Charles' estate (Charles, his conniving younger sister Raven, his adorable but mischievous adopted children, and their live-in handyman Erik) have been growing restless. To keep the children (who range in age from kindergarten to fifth or sixth grade) from destroying everything in sight, Charles comes up with a scavenger hunt of sorts. The objective? To find his "heart" (which is actually a heart-shaped photo of everyone)

1. Shelter https://niched.livejournal.com/1456.html ‎Prompt: In his attempts to help Erik let go of his anger Charles manages to break/unlock something in him and Erik takes it out on him in bed, taking him extremely roughly Erik is too rough, and Charles is too tender. They almost get it right. But the realms of each other's bodies are foreign, incomprehensibly difficult to conquer

2. Mehrdeutiges Lächeln https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/4418.html?thread=5842242#t5842242 Erik's smile frightens the children but Charles loves it

3. Silent Music a. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6527.html?thread=10707327#t10707327 b. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6527.html?thread=10707583#t10707583  domestic!Cherik dancing in the kitchen

4. photography http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/3115.html?thread=3334699#t3334699 photography in bed

5. Five Packages Charles Xavier Did Not Order [and one he did] https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=4030196#t4030196 It all started, Charles thought to himself sometimes, with that damned catalogue. It arrived with the day's mail addressed to one "Anon Y. Mouse", which was such an obvious pseudonym his immediate reaction was to wonder which of the students had sent for it. After deciding that there were some things he was better off not knowing, he hastily did a mental sweep of the house to make sure there was no one heading his way and slowly began to flip through the pages.

6. Night Time Friends https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=4288294#t4288294 Erik helping Charles through his headaches

7. Cheers https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/2532.html Charles is drunk. Slightly less drunk Erik finds it oddly endearing

8. (we're) a beautiful mess https://dastardlywords.livejournal.com/925.html The longing Erik can feel coming of Charles in waves now is not charity nor friendship nor some misguided attempt to con Erik out of his ideals: it feels selfish and human and so clearly irrational that it can’t be mistaken for anything but stupid, helpless love.

9. shake it baby now (let me know you're mine) https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/3115.html?thread=4509995#t4509995 Charles makes Erik listen to pop music (especially 'Wild Thing' or 'The Twist'), and Erik is like "how is this even music, etc etc etc" but he secretly really likes it, especially when Charles tries to teach him to do the twist.

10. The Methods (are always the same) https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=384038#t384038 Charles is taken in by the government (who managed to block his abilities). He's brutally interrogated, tortured and raped until he finally breaks. Erik finds out and he's on the warpath, saving Charles and taking him to his lair to nurse him back to help and put the pieces back together.

11. Surprise! https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/4418.html?thread=6809666#t6809666 They are halfway to the bed/or any available surface, tugging at each others' clothes before they noticed the kids were in the room, hosting a surprise party for them. So much for being discreet.

12. Hush-a-bye https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6084.html?thread=8283332#t8283332 One of the guys is shirtless and holding a baby? And the other is all, 'that is both dawww and hot'?

13. Not Wrecked with the Day's Work https://saavikam77.livejournal.com/324815.html Charles falls asleep on Erik while they're waiting for a bus on their mutant-recruiting road trip

14. The One About The Turtleneck a. https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/2910.html b. https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/3149.html c. https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/3335.html d. https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/3689.html e. https://zamwessell.livejournal.com/3892.html Charles borrows one of Erik's turtlenecks. Things quickly get out of hand

15. Be Not Ashamed https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6527.html?thread=9819775#t9819775 Charles and Erik inadvertently.... ok probably during sex or snuggles... figure out that one of them (you pick which one, I'm not too choosy!) finds suckling the other's nipples is comforting and arousing. So they fall into a routine where (dry or wet, doesn't matter to me) nursing becomes their go to for foreplay and for soothing away fear/stress/ upset/angry feelings. But I want it to be a special thing just between them, so obviously not something the children know about; and for them to remain adults throughout (i.e. different from "adult baby")

16. Blue Sniffles https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6527.html?thread=10166911#t10166911 Charles sneezing a lot? And Erik's just like "Are you all right?" and all bemused by it.

17. dirty morning sex https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/6527.html?thread=11974271#t11974271 18. Vanilla https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7315.html?thread=11897491#t11897491 Still sexy and affectionate but Erik's still got his business socks on and Charles is maybe thinking about what's for breakfast and they're both so comfortable with each other that they don't really mind when someone yawns in the middle or if someone gets called on for bad morning breath? 19. Charles yelling at Erik https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7315.html?thread=14084755#t14084755

20. Charles is protective of Erik https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7315.html?thread=14201491#t14201491

21. it's a disaster (but that's all right) https://freezer-penguin.livejournal.com/8256.html domestic cookery failure

22. Magneto analysing sleepy!Charles a. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=15216465#t15216465%2F b. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=15213393#t15213393%2F

23. Erik likes to make Charles squeal https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=15539281#t15539281 Charles is naturally a very talkative person, and that dribbles over into the bed scene a bit; he whimpers, mewls, moans and groans, laughs, and makes every little sound in between. But what Erik loves the most is when he draws out Charles' undeniably, absolutely girly squeal, because he knows Charles finds it utterly embarrassing

24. Just a Star in Your Sky https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=14945361#t14945361 Charles may have felt more for Erik than Erik did for him

25. Fast as I can https://neriwind.livejournal.com/546.html#cutid1 Erik can't say: I love you

26. Razor Sharp https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=15779921#t15779921 Erik boxing with bloody knuckles. h/c

27. Childish Things https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=14844497#t14844497 Charles is extremely ticklish. This gives Erik ideas

28. this constant state of war https://pidgeoned.livejournal.com/11844.html#cutid1 Charles and Erik are the Odd Couple. Quasi-cracky, teeth rottingly fluffy

29. My Arms Will Hold You https://koala-ecrit.livejournal.com/26907.html Charles brings three young recruits to the mansion: Ororo, Scott, and Jean. Much to Erik's dismay and annoyance, the children - especially Ororo - take up all of Charles' time. Erik realizes, however, that he and Ororo may have more in common than what first meets the eye, and that he has hidden parenting skills that he never knew about

30. A little soft https://themadwritings.livejournal.com/44817.html Erik likes sleeping on Charles' pudgy stomach

31. Try, Try Again https://and-backagain.livejournal.com/6669.html Except that this has happened before, he thinks with a start, and something in his throat closes up as he revolves on the spot, already knowing what he's going to see. Charles' back is arching as he falls, his eyes wide, and the crumpled bullet falls to the sand beside him like a calling card. X-Men: First Class Groundhog Day!AU

32. mutant school AU https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=100390#t100390 Future AU in which Erik stays with Charles and helps him establish his school/teach new mutants.

33. I CAN NEVER TELL https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=23078#t23078 Charles still gets shot and is crying in Erik's arms- but instead of leaving, Erik realizes that being vengeful will only ever hurt the man he loves. So he stays with Charles and confesses his ~feelings~ and kisses him and takes care of him as he gets better and they're beautiful and in love.

34. Belonging a. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=258342 b. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=258598 Charles and the Children celebrate Erik's birthday

35. Response https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=560166#t560166 Charles and Erik have to attend a black tie event (to spy on an evil dude, maybe) together. Before they leave, the others mention to Charles that Erik looks dapper as fuck, and Charles is all "mhmm didn't really notice," and the others are like, "uh-huh denial is not just a river in egypt" and he's all like "wut." But Erik's tux is tailored to his body, and throughout the night, Charles is unable to resist stealing glances. Maybe they end up having sex? Maybe they end up making out in the backseat of the car like teenagers on prom night?

36. Held Taut https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=615206#t615206 Erik is bleeding out fast, but help is on the way. he just needs to stay conscious, which is getting increasingly difficult. It feels like he hasn't slept in years, if only he could close his eyes for just a few moments...luckily Charles is there with his telepathy to help him out.

37. Technicolor a. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=2301222#t2301222 b. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=2302246#t2302246 c. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=2302502#t2302502 Charles don't know the meaning of 'excess'

38. Lemon Twist https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/806.html?thread=386598#t386598 Charles is the one with the nightmares, and Erik has to bring him out and comfort him. Maybe when he sleeps, Charles can tap into random minds. Or maybe he just remembers people he's touched.

39. Molten https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=3559156#t3559156 Metal Sex Toys

40. Scarred a. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1129972#t1129972 b. https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1133044#t1133044 Charles wonders about Erik's scars

41. coming back for even more of exactly the same https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1115380#t1115380 Chess turns into something more

42. wait to watch the fire https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1315060#t1315060 something tear-inducing and horribly tragic. Maybe they only realise their feelings for each other just before Erik's changing of sides?

43. Five Times Charles Taught the Younger Mutants An Important Lesson/One Time They Taught Him One https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1207796#t1207796

44. Overload https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=2603252#t2603252 Sex and Telepathy

45. Language Kink https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=2515700#t2515700 Charles gets turned on when Erik talks to him dirty in the many languages he knows

46. speed-dating https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=9705716#t9705716 Charles and run a speed-dating service, and Charles participated

47. Entangled https://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/2292.html?thread=1565428#t1565428 It's ridiculously hot and humid where I am and I just have this image of Erik and Charles tangled together in bedsheets, sticky and hot but unwilling to separate because they want/need to be close.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl, part 8

Against my wishes, APNS has decided to extend itself even further, so expect 2-3 more parts haha :') Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here, part 6 here, and part 7 here. Thanks for reading!

On my knees before a monster and watched by a camera that would gleefully end me, I laughed. “You know,” I said, giggling like a schoolgirl in the face of her blinding wrath, “You really should look behind you.” 

Nonplussed, she tilted her head 180° like an owl. “I see nothing,” she replied. “Do not think you can trick your way out of this o… Oh. Oh shit.”

“Oh shit indeed,” I remarked, and gave a little way to the camera that had been watching us this whole time. Its lens glowed lava-hot with wrath, trained on Mrs C like a laser.

In a moment that felt like an hour, she went up in white-hot flames. I pressed myself against the wall, feeling it scorch me from its sheer rage. A scream that could have been her being torn apart bounced off the walls, and she fell back. For a moment, our eyes met, one monster to another.

Then she was a pile of ash, glowing red, stinking up the air with her remains. I unstuck myself from the wall and plucked a flake of C from my hair. “Brother,” I called out to the darkness. “Are you alright?”

L did not respond. Finally, he unfolded himself from the protective ball he had curled into. “This was why I said don't go near the bloody cameras,” he croaked. “Be grateful I saved your little boy-toy.” 

I walked over to him. Indeed, Dane was breathing, shallow breaths between gasps of pain. “It'll be alright,” I promised him, heart breaking at his expression. The way Dane's eyes were glazed over, shaking and crying softly… Curses, I had promised the kid I would protect him. The urge to fix him immediately, consequences be damned, overtook me. I wrestled control over myself and said, “L, use your jacket to cover the camera. I'm certain it will work.” I had tested that myself, in the very first nerve-wracking moments of my life as a schoolgirl.

Grudgingly, he got up and flung his jacket over the camera, obscuring the hateful red. “Right,” he said, staring down at Dane with a blank expression on his face. “I take it we've got to save him?”

“Of course we do!” I bared my teeth at him. “I promised him, you know that? When his parents disappeared in the night, he came to me for help. When he found himself alone, he trusted me. When he learnt about what I was and what lived in the dark places, he still stood by me. So yes, we have to save him.”

I placed my hands on my apprentice's soft flesh. There was a bone jutting out awkwardly, and I pushed it back into place. Any mortal medical professional would have been horrified at my methods, but I knew what I was doing. Quietly, I put him back together, shushing him when he cried out, stroking his hair as I had done every time he wept. My skirt was damp with his tears, but I could not care less.

Finally, the last wound had been mended, and I gently coaxed him to his feet. He shivered on his legs, barely able to support himself. “It's alright,” I whispered, holding out my hands. “She’s gone. Come on, little one. It's all gonna be okay.”

Dane gave me an indignant look, as though he disagreed with being called a ‘little one', but collapsed into my arm nonetheless. I almost folded under his sudden weight, but held on. It would not do to show him weakness at this point, after all. The boy needed support and comfort. 

“So,” I said, “You said you felt your parents nearby?”

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[moonvyx]

54321 - 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

THIS STORY IS MADE BY ME, AVTIAGON, FROM WATTPAD

lowercase intended

tw: anxiety attacks, trauma

requested by Ella8138 (from wattpad)

narrator's pov

you hated muggle studies.

sure, the subject is pretty interesting but that meant a lot of presentations and speeches.

and you weren't the best at talking. you hated crowds, especially talking in front of them. your parents say it's "social anxiety."

you were currently in the common room with james, practicing your speeches with each other. you both had an hour before the speech.

"and thank you," james finishes his speech, smiling before throwing himself on the couch next to you with a loud sigh, "your turn," he nudges you.

"y/n?" he questions, noticing how still and quiet you've been.

james' smile slowly went away as he saw your slightly shaking form and how tightly you were holding onto your paper. that and your leg bouncing up and down.

he soon then noticed that you were having trouble breathing, it was quick and concerning.

"hey," james got up and sat in front of you, holding both of your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of it, "y/n," he calls out.

"y/n," he tries again and you look at him, "are you okay? you're a bit...jittery. like padfoot when he ate that dumb candy," he tries to joke, but there was obvious concern in his voice.

your eyes glance at your paper and back at james, your leg bouncing faster than before.

james realized what was going on.  you were starting to have an anxiety attack.

he's aware of your social anxiety and knows the signs, but he wasn't very familiar with it.

james wasn't sure of what to do. he's seen sirius have anxiety attacks but remus was always there to help.

"what would remus do?" james thought, trying to think of a quick solution, he was slowly starting to panic.

but remembering how calm and collected remus was when sirius was having an attack, james decided to follow that. he didn't want to make it worse by showing any signs of panic.

after that, james remembered the comforting and reassuring words remus would mutter to sirius.

"y/n," he says your name, his thumbs still caressing the back of your hands, "y/n," he repeats, catching your attention again.

"i'm here," he tries, but you just shook your head, "no."

"y/n, it's okay. i'm here and i will help you through this, okay?" it wasn't like the words his friend would say, but it was all he could think of.

but then something in his mind clicked.

he recalled the time he was reading a book about anxiety attacks, it was the day after you opened up to him.

he remembered reading this one topic, "54321 method." it helped people calm down.

not knowing what else to do, he spoke again, "y/n, i need you to listen on me, focus on me, okay?" you nod, your breathing still quick, "tell me 5 things you can see."

you give him a look, before taking your eyes off and searching the entire room, "i-i can see you, the fireplace, a-a book, a pen, and the couches," you stuttered a bit.

"good job, y/n. now, tell me 4 things you can touch," he slowly lets go of one of your hands.

"i can feel the pillows, the couch, your hands, and the paper," you could still feel his soft and warm hands.

"how about 3 things you can hear?" he holds your free hand again.

"your voice, the fire, and the chattering outside."

"okay, 2 things you can smell," he smiles at you.

"the burning wood and our books."

"amazing, now last one. 1 thing you can taste. it can be the last thing you ate."

"chocolate frogs."

by this time, you felt calmer than you were 3 minutes ago.

"how're you feeling?" he asks, his hands never leaving yours.

"to be honest, a lot better," you smile at him, "i'm still pretty scared though."

"it's alright to feel that way, y/n. there are times when you can't stop yourself from feeling scared or anxious. but always remember that i'm here for you, alright?" he kisses the back of your hand.

your smile widens, "thanks james."

"anything for you. i'll be cheering you on later, i'm gonna be your biggest supporter."

hi! i just wanted to tell you that this is a friendly space. so if you need someone to talk to, you could always talk to me or someone else. you are not alone <3

and this "54321 method" actually works! i've used this method whenever i'd have a panic/anxiety attack (same goes to my friends). my friend introduced this to me and if it helps me i'm pretty sure it can help you too :)

[daydreaming-nerd]

The Bonds That Break Us (Rhysand x Female! Reader) Part 4

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3, Part 5, Part 6, Final Part

Request: "Would you do a Rhysand x fem!reader series? Maybe fem!reader is Rhysand's mate and Tamlin's sister? So secret love?"

AN: food's ready, come dish up guys

Summary: It was almost as if the cauldron liked to play games, as if it had sensed years of boredom and predictability and begged to be entertained. Its method of absolving its melancholy? Mate the High Lord of the Night Court to the younger sister of the High Lord of Spring. 

Warnings (so far): SMUT (consensual), oral (female receiving), intercourse, dirty talking, unprotected sex, masturbation, mind speak sexting?, physical abuse, mentions of SA.

Word count: 6993

(all photos are from pinterest)

That night, after Rhysand reclothed me, we talked about the future and how Tamlin needed to know, before things got messy with Eris or before he finds out and flips. All I had to do now was wait for the opportune time, which never seemed to come as Tamlin and Tarquin had been having tension. It seemed that part of the Spring Court’s lands on the border were prime farming spots for some of the spices that the farmers in the Summer Court grew. Tarquin had asked Tamilin to purchase the land and of course when Tamlin said no things started to get messy. Tamlin would go out and negotiate daily, and everyday he would come home angry. 

Tonight was no exception.

 I was sitting in one of the tea rooms reading my book when I heard him come home. The front door slammed, shaking the house, and then his office door slammed even harder.

I flinched. 

It has been like this for three days now. I looked at the clock on the wall and figured it was better for me to retire to my room with my novel for the night. 

I barricaded my door just for safety and crawled under the covers lighting a candle so that I could pick up where I left off. The main characters had finally confessed their love for one another and things were starting to get steamy. My eyes flitted across a particularly hot line and I felt my toes curl without warning once again. I should’ve known I was going to feel a little tug at the bond, but I was unprepared for the taut pull Rhysand gave me. 

Up late reading your dirty books mate? 

“Yes, I just needed the distraction,” I replied.

Did you tell your brother yet? 

I felt a pang of guilt, he had been waiting so dutifully for me to do so, and yet another day had passed where I was too scared, “I didn’t, he came home slamming doors and breaking vases again. I’m sorry Rhys.”

There’s no need to apologize. I want you to be safe after all. 

“Thank you for understanding,” I say sweetly

Of course mate. Now tell me what in this book has you all riled up? He says and I can hear his smirk. 

“A lady never kisses and tells,” I quip back. 

Ahh yes but ladies also don’t let strange men eat them out in secret rooms at balls. He says coolly. 

“Rhysand you little shit!” I laugh down the bond.

Come on my love, I’m dying to know what gets you off… Besides my tongue of course. 

I roll my eyes and try to send the emotion down the bond,  It’s nothing special really, he’s just fucking her, but he’s waited a while to do it so it’s extra steamy. I laugh. 

Poor bastard, I know the feeling. Rhys chuckles and I feel arousal flood between my legs. 

I can’t help but let my hand drift between my legs. Since Rhys touched me at the ball it’s all I’ve thought about (not that I would ever let him know). But suddenly the need for him has been so much stronger, I chalk it up to the mating bond strengthening, needing to be consummated.  I let my hand dip between my panties and I try to keep my emotions from flooding the bond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing I could get off on his words alone. 

“Subtle Rhys,” I chuckle. 

I don’t need to be subtle, I told you exactly how it was going to go down that night at the ball did I not? 

My heart races and I let my finger on my clit speed up. 

“I suppose you’re right,” I say. 

Are you touching yourself darling? He purrs. 

Shit. 

“No,” I lie. 

You’re a terrible liar and you always have been, he chuckles.  I can feel you, my mate. 

“Damnit,” I curse, pulling my hand from my panties. 

Oh don’t you dare stop now, not when I’m currently fisting my cock. 

The image of Rhysand laying on his bed, naked, glorious and pumping his cock sends a wave of arousal straight through me and I practically scramble to shove my hands into my panties. 

Now tell me, are you playing with that beautiful little clit? The one I licked at the ball? 

Oh I was so in for it with this man, I was so utterly and terribly fucked. 

“Yes,” I admit quietly. 

Then I am terribly jealous of those delicate fingers. 

“Rhys,” I moaned back. It was all I could think about, him. 

Slip a finger in that tight little cunt won’t you darling? 

As stupid as it felt I did it, and god it felt good. Not as good as his felt, but it would have to do. 

“It doesn’t feel as good as you,” I say, trying to play the game. 

I hear him chuckle,  No my dear they don’t and they never will. 

“Are you close?” I ask, feeling my own orgasm coming. 

Let me hear those little begs again and I will be, he drawls. 

I know exactly what he means. After he feasted on me at the ball and I nearly jumped his bones afterwards. When he said he wanted to wait I pathetically let out a whine. 

“Please Rhys, I need you.” I plead. 

Fuck y/n, I hear him moan and it’s enough to make me hit my climax. 

“Oh fuck!” I cry down the bond. 

His own string of curses followed as he came himself and I could picture him lying there, chest sweaty and heaving, the aftermath of his orgasm all over him. It was almost enough to make me reach my hands down my panties again, almost. 

“So mind sex? That’s your thing?” I taunt him. 

A loud chuckle reverberates through my mind, No you’re my thing darling. 

“I’m flattered,” I laugh. 

A moment of silence passes and my chest continues heaving as I crawl further under the covers and blow out my candle. Romance book long forgotten. I sit in the quiet for a little longer waiting for Rhys to say something, until I finally speak up.

“Are you still there?” I ask timidly.

Always, simply catching my breath. How was your day today? 

“Boring, I don’t really have any friends here except my ladies maids and they are all terrible snoops. Tamlin has them in his back pocket.” I sigh. 

Just wait till you meet Nuala and Cerridwen, they’re snoops too. He laughs. 

“I can’t wait to,” I say.

I’m happy to finally hear you say that. He muses and I can practically feel his smile. 

“Well I better get some sleep. If I plan on telling Tamlin tomorrow I’ll need my wits about me.” I sigh. 

Goodnight darling, I love you.

There’s a hopefulness in his words. One I can’t meet. That phrase, ‘I love you’. I knew I should say it back. But I didn’t know what love meant. Didn’t know how it felt. I couldn't bring myself to return the sentiment. 

"Goodnight Rhys," was all I could say.

The next morning I woke up and Tamlin had already left, which was a damn shame because I would’ve liked to have told him before he had gone to fight with Tarquin all day. 

I paced most of the day in the tea room as I was beginning to grow antsy. Last night proved to me just how much I needed Rhysand, physically of course because of the bond. My skin was nearly sweating with need. I tried to read my book but it didn’t do much to help. I tried to go out and pick flowers for the dining table and it got me nowhere. To make matters worse it felt like Tamlin was gone for longer than usual as the darkness slid in, the moonlight shone, and all the lanterns and candles magically were lit.  

I started pacing in the foyer waiting for him to arrive home. Maybe he was taking so long because he had finally reasoned with Tarquin. I thought to myself. But as the doorknob jiggled and a fiery looking Tamlin came in I knew how dead wrong I was. 

“How was your meeting with Tarquin?” I asked, trying to seem sisterly, like that had ever won his affections. 

“Awful! The stubborn brute wants to take part of my land and only give me 20% of its profits per harvest!” he yells storming through the hall. I follow him. 

“20% isn’t bad, maybe you could show him what a generous High Lord you are by accepting the offer,” I chirped enthusiastically. 

“Are you out of your mind?” he whirls to look at me. “20% is cheap sister, not that you would ever have the mind for money. All you know how to do is spend mine.” 

“Tamlin, that's not fair and you know it.” I reason. 

“What does it matter anyways,” he rolls his eyes and begins storming off again. “You’ll be worth your weight in gold once you marry Eris and become his consort.” 

Fire boiled in my veins, “I already told you Tamlin, I don’t want to marry Eris. God how fucking selfish and cruel do you have to be to sell your sister off to a monster?!” I scream and as the words leave my mouth I already regret saying them. I had never been so bold in my life, at least not with Tamlin.

I don’t even have time to react before I feel a harsh slap across my face knocking me to the ground. “YOU ARE MY SISTER AND A WOMAN IN THIS COURT!” Tamlin screams at me. He picks me up by my hair, “and you will not question how I rule it.” 

Tears prick my eyes as the skin of my cheek burns. Tamlin releases my hair dropping my body to the ground and I’m left in a heap of tulle and tears as he slams his door. 

Are you okay? My mate calls into my mind.  

I press my cold hand to my cheek, “yeah I’m fine.” 

No you’re not, you're hurt. 

“I’m fine Rhys, it’s not bad,” I say, pulling myself up off the floor and winnowing to my room. 

What happened? 

I sigh, knowing he’ll badger me until he gets an answer. “I tried to get Tamilin to make amends with Tarquin so that he would be in a good mood and he hit me.” 

He hit you? I could hear him growling, feel the anger down the bond. 

“It’s really fine Rhys, I’m in my room now and I’m safe.” I say trying to calm him down. 

I’m going to fucking kill him y/n. I’m coming to get you right now. I’m not letting you stay there another minute. 

“Rhys please! Stop and be reasonable. If you barrel in right now it’s going to piss Tamlin off even more. He could hurt me or worse. We have to be civil about all this.” I reason with him. 

Fine, but no more after this y/n. I can’t stand it any longer. It’s killing me from the inside out. To know you’re in that horrible place. When you could be safe and warm here. 

“I promise I will figure this out, I just need time,” I assure him. 

I know you will, my beautiful strong mate.

“Tamlin hurry up, we're already late!” Lucien screams from the foyer. It was another council day and I had hoped that Tamilin would finally be able to reason with Tarquin.

Yesterday I went into town to shop for a new dress, it seemed I had exhausted all my other purple ones and I wanted more. I picked out a dress that was a far darker purple than any I had worn before. But it seemed fitting, seemed more Rhysand. 

“Let’s go,” Tamilin ordered entering the room in a huff. He peered at the dress I was wearing, “Purple again? I’d think you’ve grown tired of it by now.” 

Was this really his method of trying to make up for hitting me and yelling at me? Giving me a somewhat backhanded compliment?

“Viviane said that it was my color,” I replied, not entirely a lie. 

He didn’t say anything, just grabbed Lucien and winnowed us to the Night Court. 

I had no clue what to expect from the Night Court. I had never been before today. I had only ever heard stories. Stories of its darkness and its monsters. When we arrived I almost couldn’t believe that this is where Rhysand lived.

The large city under the mountain had a darkness to it, while faelights bobbed all around, it didn’t hide the darkness in the shadows that lingered. The city under the mountain was a metropolis, and it was terrifying with its large spires all around. Every surface is carved with lovely, hideous artwork: figures dance and fornicate, beg and revel. I was surprised Tamlin even allowed me to come with him today. 

We enter into a dimly lit chamber where all the Lords are already seated and waiting for us to arrive, Tamlin apologizes and chalks it up to me taking too long to primp, a lie of course. As my eyes scan the room I see only two chairs open and one happens to be next to Rhysand. I try to hide the smirk on my face as I take the seat next to him, forcing Tamlin to take the other one. 

You look ravishing as always. Croons Rhyand.

“Thank you, the dress is new,” I smile.

New and purple? You flatter me mate. He smirks. 

I chuckle down the bond, “Don’t flatter yourself too much, Vivianne said she liked me in purple as well.”

Well then I’ll have to thank Viviane later. He smiles. 

The council begins and just like I figured Tamlin and Tarquin laid into one another right away. All the other Lords but Rhysand and Kallias chimed in to solve the issue, but the winter and night court Lords seemed content to watch it all play out and I didn’t blame them. It took everything in me to not turn to the side to look at Rhys. His presence was so commanding especially in his own court and I had missed his face, those eyes, so much.

I felt a large hand being placed over my own under the table. 

You’re going to get me in trouble. I gripe at Rhys but flip my hand so I can hold his back.

Shh no one can see, I just wanted to feel you. 

Eventually the fighting dies down as the Lords end up forcing Tamlin to accept the deal Tarquin has offered and I try not to smile as my brother’s pissed off face. Turns out I was right and 20% isn’t such a low number after all. Rhys lets go of my hand to stand and address the room. 

“I think we’ve had more than enough political talk, why don’t we disband.” he states, and it sounds like his voice booms off the walls of the room. 

A murmur of agreement fills the room as the sound of obsidian chairs scratch the stone below, signaling that the lords are getting up. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I feel my stomach pit, is Rhysand stupid? But when I turn around I’m met with the raking stare of Eris Vanserra. 

“Hello my little fox, I was wondering if I might speak to you for a moment?” He asks, and I can practically feel Tamlin staring daggers into the side of my head.

“Yes of course my Lord,” I smile taking his arm. 

We promenade outside the council meeting room and into the hallway. I look up to find faint faelight glowing from large chandeliers, the walls are filled with tapestries and statues of people fucking and begging just like in the rest of the city. Large pillars shoot up from the aisles supporting the large room and I still wonder how Rhys could possibly live here. 

“I’m sorry for taking you away so soon, I know that you love to talk to Viviane, but I just had to see you,” Eris says. 

“No apologies necessary,” I reply, still taking in the sites around me. 

“I know that your brother and my father are still negotiating the terms of our marriage but I couldn’t wait to give you this,” he says before pulling a long black box out of his pocket, and opening it up. 

Inside lies a rather large and beautiful necklace. A huge golden crystal is attached by a string of glittering diamonds. If it was given to me by anyone else I would’ve thought it beautiful, but I knew it’s true meaning, it’s true purpose. It wasn’t just a piece of fine jewelry, it was a collar, meant to show everyone I belonged to Eris now. I took a mental deep breath. 

“Oh Eris, it’s beautiful!” I gasp, running my hands over the chain. 

“I knew you would like it,” he smiled. “Here allow me to help you put it on.” 

I turn around and feel him place the heavy jewel around my neck. The weight of it already making me feel shackled. His fingers dust over the nape of my neck fastening the clasp. He kisses my shoulder when he’s done and I feel his hands gently turning me around so he can see it on me. 

“It looks beautiful on you, like it was made for you,” he smiles, hand caressing my face.

“I love it, thank you,” I say, trying to hide my discomfort. 

“I promise you that when we are officially engaged you will have even bigger jewels,” he smirks, stepping forward even closer, causing me to step back. “And when we’re married even bigger jewels,” He croons and my back hits one of the many pillars. “But I’ll save the biggest and most expensive ones for when you bear me our first son.” he smirks and there’s nothing I can do to stop him from crashing his lips on mine.  

Eris kisses me hungrily and needily as my hands fly to the pillar my back is pressed on, any little movement to keep him farther away from me. His hands drop to wander my waist and I feel the entire room shudder causing pieces of dust to fly up everywhere. Eris pulls himself off of me. 

“What was that?” I ask afraid. 

“I’m not sure, I’ll go check,” Eris replies and he leaves me to run back to the council chambers to confer with the rest of the Lords. 

  I step forward from the pillar and take a deep breath. I start to follow Eris back to the council room but then my skin starts to buzz again and I stop in my tracks. Rhysand’s hands graze up my arms from behind me as he leaves gentle kisses on my neck. 

“That was you wasn’t it?” I smirk. 

“Maybe,” he smiles into my skin. “He had a lot of nerve kissing my mate in my court.”

“To be fair he didn’t know,” I giggle. 

“I don’t care, he was lucky I didn’t rip his head off,” he says, continuing to kiss my neck.

“This place is terrifying, how do you live here?” I laugh.

“I don’t, this place is just where I entertain other Lords,” he explains, kissing my neck still.  

“Then where do you live?” I ask, reaching up to press my hand against his face, encouraging him not to stop. 

He smiles against my skin, “I want you to tell your brother that you’re staying with Viviane again tonight.” 

“Why?” I ask. 

“Because, I finally have you here, in my court. I want you to stay here with me, even if it’s just for one night.” he emphasizes his statement with a long lick up my neck that has my toes curling in my shoes. 

I turn to look at him, “are you sure my brother won’t find out?” I ask, finally looking into those violet eyes I had been missing. 

“I’m positive,” he smiles and his eyes glance down to the necklace. “You weren’t wearing that earlier.”

I roll my eyes, “Eris just gave it to me. He said it was a gift but it feels more like a collar.” I say straightening my shoulders in discomfort from the weight of it. 

Rhysand doesn’t say anything, he just reaches a hand around the back of my neck to unclasp the necklace. I immediately feel the weight fall off into his hand and he looks at it before chucking it somewhere in the room. 

“Rhys!” I laugh.

“Much better now we can see your pretty neck,” he smirks before leaning in to kiss me. I practically melt into his touch.

Because the rest of the Lord ganged up on him, Tamlin left early and just like Rhys asked, I told him I would be staying with Viviane tonight. Tamlin didn’t even bat an eyelash. It wasn’t long until the last couple, Kallias and Viviane, left.  I turned to see Rhys staring at me from across the room with that playful smirk I always wanted to kiss off his face. 

“Are you ready to go mate?” he asked, holding out his arm to mine. 

I took it eagerly, “To go where?” I asked earnestly. 

“To Velaris,” he smiled brighter than I had ever seen him smile before and before I could question further he winnowed us away. 

When the shadows cleared I was in a house. A lush, beautiful and homey house. Thick red wool carpeted the floor, and the walls were made of a rich wood. Comfy chairs and chaises were littered about and a warm fire sprung to life. It looked lived in and loved compared to the mansion in the Spring Court. 

“So this is where you live?” I ask taking in my sights. 

“Yes it is. The place we just were? We call it The Court of Nightmares, that’s where we conduct business to keep up appearances for other courts. But this is where I live, Velaris, the city of starlight.” he explains watching me take it all in. 

I look out a large window and see the golden fae lights of the village beyond. It sits below a large snow capped mountain. It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, and it already feels like home. 

“What do you mean we?” I ask. Before I can answer two large crashes come from the terrace outside causing me to jump. 

“I mean my cousin Mor, my second in command and of course Cassian and Azriel.” he says nodding to the doors where the two Illyrians from the ball are waltzing in. “Y/n this is Azriel, “ Rhysand nods to the one with the shorter hair and Azriel waves. “And this is Cassian.” he nods to the one with the longer hair. 

“Ahh yes the one that bites,” I muse. 

“Only sometimes,” Cassian chuckles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n,” he says, holding out his hand. 

I shake it and my whole hand nearly disappears in his just like Rhysand’s. “The pleasure is all mine, I’ve never met an Illyrian before.” I say looking over his large wings. 

“Then you’re missing out for sure,” he says looking at Azriel who just rolls his eyes.

“Your wings are magnificent, would you mind if I…” my words fall short as I hold up my hand. 

“Touch them?” Cassian asks. “Go right ahead y/n,” he smirks, eyes flitting to Rhys. 

I reach my hand out to graze over the material of his wings, they feel like leather. They are rugged to the touch and I can tell that they have seen many years of battle. I hear what sounds like the snapping of leather behind me. I turn around and my jaw nearly hits the floor. There before me, Rhysand stands with his own Illyrian wings. 

“I have wings too you know,” Rhysand says  as  he tilts his head. 

Cassian erupts into laughter, “Feeling a bit jealous there Rhys?” he jokes. 

Rhys just rolls his eyes and pulls a hand out of his pocket and offers it to me. I take his hand, still too stunned to find Rhys with wings to even speak. 

“We’ll see you two later, I’m going to give y/n the rest of the tour,” Rhysand drawls leading me towards the stairs. 

“Goodnight you two,” Cassian drawls before taking off with Azriel. 

“I didn’t know you had wings” I say, still bewildered staring up at them. 

“It’s not really something I make a spectacle of. I only have them out when I’m going to use them, otherwise they tend to get in the way,” he explains, leading me up the stairs. 

“So you can shift back and forth between having them and not having them?” I ask. 

“Essentially, yes,” he says and shifts back to his wingless form just to prove the point.

“So what was the deal with me touching Cassian’s wings? Is that like taboo or something?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up remembering how Cassian smirked at Rhys when I asked. 

“Illyrians can feel through their wings and are known to attack first and ask questions later if they are touched without invitation. It was basically like if you ask if you could touch his abs,” Rhysand chuckles. 

“Oh,” I said, my heart stopping. “Now I feel bad.” 

“Don’t feel bad, Cassian loves teasing me. He let you touch his wings just to watch my face as you did so,” Rhys laughed again, opening a door to our left. “This is one of the guest rooms.” 

I look around at the somewhat dark room, the same lush carpet coats the floor along with the same wooden paneling. It was quaint and perfect. Rhys continued leading us down the hall to show me another guest room which was much like the first just a little bit bigger. He explained that they were the rooms Cassian and Azriel slept in for Solstice. 

“And this is my room,” he explained before opening the door to the last room in the hallway. 

The room is much larger than the other two, the huge bed was made with dark black and purple blankets and pillows. I heard the door close as I continued to explore. The bed sat next to a balcony that had the same view of the living room, the village lit with fae lights and the snowy mountain. To the left was a large bathroom with a bathtub, large enough I realized, to fit Rhysand’s wings. 

“Your room is-” 

“Our room. This is our room now.” he says and I turn to meet his gaze. “I’ve waited so long to see you standing here. In Velaris, in the townhouse, in this room.” 

“And what is it that I’m normally doing in this room, Rhys?” I smile, faking my innocence. 

“Well,” he drawls, stepping closer to me. “It goes a little something like this,” he muses before placing a hand on my cheek and kissing me. 

This kiss is different, less heated than all the others we shared before it. It holds all the passion of what’s to come, what we both know is coming. His hands slide to my waist and I let out a small moan and I can feel Rhys trying not to smile. My hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer as I feel my legs hit the mattress. He pulls me closer to him so I don’t fall and I feel him turn me around so my back is facing him. 

“Normally I would use my magic to take your clothes off,” he says voice low, his hands unlacing the corset in my dress. “But I want to take my time with you tonight,” he continues undoing the last lace. 

I nearly melt at his words, but I feel the dress start to fall and I grab the top of it to keep it from falling down. The dress didn’t allow for any undergarments meaning I would be completely bare to him. 

Rhysand places a kiss on my shoulder, “You’ve never let a man see you naked before have you?” he asks. 

“No I haven’t,” I say shyly. I feel a moment of fear but turn around and let my dress fall to the floor in a giant pile of purple chiffon. Rhysand’s eyes rake down my body and I move to cover my breast with my arms as pink tints my cheeks. 

“Don’t you dare cover those perfect breasts mate,” he says gently, pulling my arms away. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so lucky to call you my mate.” he kisses me again, absolving any fear I have as I feel his hands finally roam my naked body. I push him away lightly. 

“I want to see you too,” I say breathlessly looking into his eyes that are suddenly a darker shade of violet than they were before. 

“As my mate commands,” he smirks, standing back to take off his clothes. His eyes locked on mine, never breaking eye contact until he stood before me completely bare. 

I let my eyes rake down on him. His body ripples with strong and lean muscles, the upper part of his chest and shoulders are covered in swirling tattoos. My eyes dare to travel lower over his abs to his straining cock. All I can think to myself is there’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.

Rhysand chuckles, stepping towards me, “I promise it will fit mate.”

“Shit I said that out loud?” I curse ducking my chin in embarrassment. 

“No you didn’t, but your thoughts were so loud you might as well have,” he laughs tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. 

My eyes drift down to his chest again and I finally let my hands wander the muscles on his chest. His skin soft and smooth under my fingers, I run them up his abs, over his pecs, across his shoulders and down his arms earning a low groan from him. I take his hands and place them on my waist, throwing my own over his shoulders and as I look into his eyes the words just tumble out of me. 

“I love you Rhys,” I breathe. 

“You don’t have to say it just because I said it the other day,” he says almost sadly. 

“I’m not. I love you Rhysand,” I smile. 

A smile spreads across his face, “I love you too mate.” 

His hands pull me closer to him and I can feel my breasts pressing against his chest as he seals our lips again. This time the kiss is more needy as I feel my heart rate pick up. His frame backs me up and I can feel his cock pressing into me making me practically moan into the kiss. 

My legs hit the mattress again, this time he lets me fall onto the bed. I open my eyes and watch his eyes rake down me again, nothing short of a predatory gaze behind them. His knees hit the mattress and he crawls over me, caging me in with his arms. He kisses me deeply and begins to move his lips down my jaw and to my neck again. I can feel his restraint as he tries not to leave love bites all over me. His lips go lower and lower and my chest starts to heave in anticipation of what I think is next. 

“Your breasts,” he says, kissing the top of each one. “Are the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. I should’ve worshiped them the moment that dress hit the floor.” He smirked.

He started kissing the underside of each breast, then the sides and then the tops again purposefully avoiding the one place I wanted his mouth the most, making me squirm. 

“And these pretty pink nipples,” he says before finally taking one in his mouth and suckling. 

“Oh fuck,” I breathe having my back arch into him. His other hand comes up to draw little circles on my other nipple. 

“Dirty mouth mate,” he teases before resuming his menstrations.

My hands fly to his hair as I pull him closer to me needing more of him. Needing all of him. 

“Wouldn’t want this one to think I don’t love it,” he smirks before sucking my other bud into his mouth. 

“Rhys please,” I breathe tugging at his hair. 

“So eager are we mate?”  he says kissing down my body till he gets to my core. He skips over it and sits up, taking my leg and kissing my ankle. He draws a path of kisses all the way down my leg till he reaches the inside of my thigh. He gives me an evil grin before sitting up and beginning to do the same with the other leg.  

“Ugh Rhysand!” I groan, causing him to chuckle. 

“I told you I wanted to take my time mate,” he chuckles against my calf.  “Was there a certain body part you were hoping I would kiss?” he asks suggestively.

“Your favorite part,” I muse. 

“You cruel wicked thing. As if I could ever just choose one part of you to be my favorite.” he says, acting wounded, putting my leg down. He leans into my pussy and places a kiss there running a finger through my folds. “Though I will say that one of my top contenders is this pretty little clit.” he hums lowly before flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. 

“Ahh,” I scream, my hands going straight to his hair. 

“Precisely why I love it. I love the little sounds you make when I lick it,” he growls before diving in to feast on me. 

“Oh my gods Rhys!” I scream, grinding my hips into his face. 

That’s right y/n I wanna hear everything. We’re not in Beron’s office anymore, scream for me mate. He says into my mind and I do. 

I scream and writhe and moan. My eyes flit down to where his mouth is attached to my pussy. His darkened eyes look up at me watching the pleasure rake through my body. One of his hands comes from my hip and I feel his fingers tease my entrance before he slides one into me. His mouth continues suckling on my clit as his fingers curl to massage that spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there until he touched it at the ball. 

Gods your pussy tastes so good. After we’re officially mated I promise to spend a whole night between your legs eating you out until you can’t move. 

“Rhys!” I scream, his words my undoing as I cum on his tongue. He works me through my orgasm until my legs stop shaking and then he pulls his finger from me. He places a kiss on my clit one last time before moving up the bed. He watches me as he sucks all my leftover cum on his finger off. 

I grab his neck and pull him down to kiss me again. He slips his tongue into my mouth and I can taste myself on him. My hands run down his back feeling the powerful muscles there,  gods I could just sit here and touch him all day. He was as beautiful as I had pictured him that one night not too long ago. He was everything and he was mine. 

“That’s right mate, I am yours,” he said between kisses. Clearly my thoughts we’re projecting again. 

“And I am yours Rhys,” I breathe, and he takes a moment to study my face trying to read if I really mean it, like he thought the words would never leave my mouth.  

“Mine,” he grumbles, connecting our lips again. “Beautiful and perfect and all fucking mine.” 

I feel his cock nudging my entrance and I gasp. I want it, I want all of him, but I’m scared. 

“Rhys I’m scared, I’ve never had sex before,” I say. 

“Don’t worry darling I wasn’t going to push in yet. Do you think you’re ready?” he asks sweetly. 

“Yes I’m ready,” I nod. 

“Okay tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop right away okay?” He says, kissing my forehead. 

“I will, I promise,” I assure him, cupping his cheek. 

“Here we go,” he says and I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and it’s enough to have a large wave of arousal flood between my legs once more. 

He pushes his tip in and I start to feel the burn but I don’t say anything as he slowly continues to push in. I feel him stretching me and the mixture of pleasure and pain starts to take over my body. Once he’s nearly fully inside me I wince and he stops. 

“Shh it’s okay, you’re doing so good my mate,” he coos, kissing my brow. 

“I’m good now, keep going,” I breathe. 

I feel him bottom out inside me and I scream in both pain and pleasure once more. 

“Fuck y/n,” he groans, but he doesn’t move trying to give me time to adjust. I relish how full I feel with him all the way in me and I look down at his arms. His muscles are taught and his veins are nearly popping and I realize it’s taking everything inside of him not to pull his cock out and slam it into me. The thought of him taking me so rough puts butterflies in my stomach. 

“Rhys please move,” I cry trying to rock my hips into him. 

He pulls out a little and thrusts back in and I hold back my cry as he does it again. He starts to build up a good slow tempo and after a while the pain disappears. 

“Fuck you’re taking me so good, you’re doing so good mate.” he groans trying to keep himself from losing control. 

“Harder Rhys,” I whine running my hands through his hair. 

“No I don’t want to hurt you,” he shakes his head watching his cock disappear inside of me looking for any hint of discomfort. 

He’s being gentle, trying to make sure I feel good. But all I can think of are his whimpers and moans from when he stroked his cock a few nights ago, and how desperately I want to hear them again. How desperately I want my pussy to be the thing that draws them from his lips. 

I grab his face and force him to look at me so that he can see how dead serious I really was, “Rhys I want you to fuck me,” I ordered him. 

“Fuck y/n,” his eyes widened and I could see all resolve has left exit his body. 

His hips thrusted into me harder and I strangled cry left my mouth as he continued to fuck me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as my nails raked down his back, bringing those moans of his to the surface, I could’ve came right there. 

“Fuck Rhys it feels so good,” I say blissfully. 

“Gods mate how is your pussy so tiny and tight?” he groans into my neck fucking me harder. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” 

I feel his lips crash onto mine again, hips never faltering. I can barely keep our lips attached as he keeps pulling moans from me and all I can think is how utterly his I am. 

“Say it again,” he grits out and I know exactly what he means. 

“I’m yours Rhysand,” I hum. 

“Mine,” he grunts fucking me even harder. 

The new pace has me seeing stars as I grip onto his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks in his skin. I feel the ever familiar knot in my stomach growing and I’m moments away from cumming with his name on my tongue. 

“Rhys I’m gonna cum,” I warn him and I can see the muscle in his jaw flicker. 

“Me too. Cum with me mate,” he grunts before flicking my clit. I crumble the moment he flicks the sensive bud. 

“OH GOD RHYS!” I scream digging my nails into his back again. 

“Oh fuck y/n,” he groans, hips stuttering as he spills his seed into me. 

We’re a heap of sweat and ragged breaths as he keeps himself propped up as not to crush me. My hands smooth back his hair and I leave sweet kisses on his brow. 

“I love you so much Rhys,” I whisper in his ear leaving a kiss there. I mean every word, my soul so full of love for him that tears prick my eyes. 

“I love you too y/n.” he smiles, pressing our lips together. 

He sits up pulling out of me and I feel a breath escape my lips, disappointed at the sudden emptiness. He sits on his knees and I watch as he stares between my legs. His eyes light up in amusement. 

“What?” I giggle sitting up a little on my arms. 

“I’ve waited forever to have this view,” he smirks. 

“What view?” I ask.

“You, naked, in my bed, with my cum dripping out of your pussy.” he muses, leaning over me again. “Totally and completely mine.” he smiles, kissing me again.

I hum in approval at his words and kiss him harder feeling his skin melt against mine. I try to pour every ounce of love I have into it. The way he kisses me has me seeing stars and I suddenly feel hot again, like I need more of him. 

“Rhys I want more,” I say between kisses. 

“I fuck you one time and you already want more?” he chuckles. “Don’t worry mate, I’m not done with you yet.”

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Pilot Miguel - Part 5 - Feral

You're back home in Nueva York. You have plenty of catching up to do with your roommate. And perhaps you'll have an interesting text conversation with your favourite pilot...

Word Count - 3123

Minors DNI

Contains : Smut (phone sex - masturbation)

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Keys jangle as you pull them out of your pocket and begin to unlock your apartment door. It creaks open as you hear your roommate pottering about in your shared kitchen. Most of your apartment is open plan. The lounge area to the left, kitchen and dining room to the right. At the furthest end of the lounge area are two doors leading to your room and then your roommate’s.

“Oh! You’re back! Welcome home (Y/N),” your roommate, Ashley, calls out as she cooks dinner.

“Hi,” you sigh as you dump everything by the front door and flop down on the sofa.

It has been a tiring day. You contemplate going straight to bed once you’ve said a proper hello to your roommate and best buddy.

Ashley eventually finishes cooking and serves dinner. She places your plate on the coffee table next to the couch.

“So, how was Mexico?” she asks before taking a mouthful.

“A-ma-zing…” you reply dreamily, your eyes half closed.

“Oh? What was so good about the trip?”

“Oh, Ashley… I’ve met someone…”

Your heart thuds just thinking about him. And now you’re admitting your feelings to your friend and yourself for the first time, you feel excited about what this all means.

Your friend’s eyes widen at your surprise announcement. She had expected you to say something good about the place you went to.

“From Mexico?!”

Ashley is in shock. She never had you down for a long distance relationship kind of person.

“Yes - well, no - kind of?”

“Girl, do they, or do they not live in Mexico?”

“He doesn’t, but he’s half-Mexican. And my God, Ashley, you’d be feeling the same as me if you saw him.”

“Where does he live then?”

You shrug, you never actually asked. You presume in Nueva York or somewhere in the surrounding areas.

“What does he do?”

“He’s a pilot. New to AracnAir.”

“Did you two… you know…?”

You shake your head as you continue to lay flaked out on the sofa.

“Got any pics of him?”

Your eyes snap open as you think about that video. You can’t possibly show her it. Can you? No… you wouldn’t. But, what you do decide to do however, is play the video back with it muted and pause it when the camera is aimed at his face.

Ashley whistles after swallowing another mouthful of her food. You are right, he is gorgeous and she can see why you’re mad about him.

“What’s he doing in the video?” she tilts her head with curiosity.

You pull the phone back to your chest as you sit up properly, protecting it from her prying eyes.

“We might not have done anything… but he kind of did out of desperation and sent me the…” you pause as you try to find a way of saying it. “Evidence?”

“Show. Me.” Her eyes widen with need.

She wants to see what she’s missing out on if you two do get together. She wants to see just how lucky you are.

“No, I can’t, Ash… if you had a boyfriend and he had a video of you, would you like him showing it to his friends?”

You suddenly feel very protective over Miguel. That man has got you good.

Ashley’s expression falls, you have a valid point and she feels bad for suggesting it. With curiosity still running at an all time high, she tries a different method of finding out.

“Roughly, how big is he?”

“You mean his height or…”

She clearly means the size of his manhood, but your question makes her wonder if there’s something else special about him.

“Both,” she answers, both of your meals now totally forgotten about.

“I don’t know the exact measurements of either but…” you look around the room to see if you can compare his height to something.

“He’ll be just taller than our doors.”

“Over two metres tall?” she exclaims.

“That’s, what…” she stops as she works out the conversion, “nearly seven feet!”

“Holy shit, girl… and what about the… his… um…”

You hold your phone close to yourself and watch the video back, even though you’ve seen it enough times to memorise every frame. Pausing it at the crucial moment, you take a look and then lock your phone. Holding both of your index fingers apart from each other, you guess a rough idea of ten inches.

Ashley looks as though she could faint out of shock and jealousy, not in a bad sense of envy - she just thinks you’re a lucky girl. But she hopes he treats you right. Doesn’t matter how pretty he is, she’d hunt him down and whoop his sorry ass if he ever hurts you.

“When are you seeing him again?”

You sigh longingly. That’s just it, you don’t know.

“I will have to check the rota.”

“And what’s his name?”

You can say his name as much as you like here and he wouldn’t be any the wiser. A smile grows across your lips.

“Miguel…”

It sounds good coming from your lips. You imagine him losing his mind over hearing you whisper, cry out or scream his name.

Ashley moans. He sounds hot and looks hot. She fully supports your attraction to him and hopes you can make it official with him one day.

“I think this goes without saying, but, be careful. He sounds stunning, and if he’s a nice guy, then he’s perfect. But… you have only just met him.”

You appreciate your friend’s concern. She’s doing her duty of looking out for you. Being the little voice of reason when you’re close to losing yourself to desire and need.

“I know, I have been careful. He’s been going through a rough time recently.”

Ashley’s eyebrow raises.

“Has he now?” she asks in a disbelieving manner, expecting it to be some kind of sob story to make you feel sorry for him.

“He’s just recently got divorced.”

Alarm bells ring in Ashley’s head.

“Oh, do you know why?”

You give a nod but you don’t exactly want to go through explaining it to her yet. You’re tired and want to sleep soon.

“The marriage just broke down because of his work hours…” you answer in a slightly dismissive manner.

Ashley can see that you’re tired. She knows you have a reasonable and sensible head screwed on most of the time.

“Alright, eat up and we can talk more about Miguel tomorrow.” She emphasises his name like a parent who teases their teenager over their school crush.

“Thanks for dinner Ash…” you mumble and pick up the plate to start eating.

After finishing dinner, you slowly rise from your couch and drag your case into your plush and comfortable room. That’s one thing you can look forward to when coming home, even from paradise itself, your own bed. The only thing that would make it even more inviting, is seeing Miguel lying there, waiting for you.

Miguel’s thoughts were on you whenever he had time to think for himself during his flight. Of course, his job comes first when he’s actually working, but during some moments as the plane flies on autopilot his mind finds its way to you.

He’s now home, in his penthouse apartment, surrounded by boxes… His ex-wife’s boxes… The dream-like memories of Acapulco slipping away quickly as reality sets in.

His ex-wife should have been gone yesterday. He follows the sound of another box being taped up in the spare bedroom.

Leaning against the doorframe and folding his arms, he watches her put the packaging tape dispenser down.

“I know… I shouldn’t be here. Turns out I had more stuff than I realised.”

She rests her hands on her hips, looking her ex-husband up and down still wearing his pilot uniform. She used to love him wearing it, but now, she feels nothing.

“How was work?”

“As if you care, Xina,” Miguel snaps impatiently.

He hoped that he’d be alone when he came home, alone to begin his new life. But she’s still here and he’s pissed.

“When’s the removal van coming?”

His ex sighs as she looks at her watch.

“In an hour? Maybe?”

“Good. I’ll be in my room, staying out of the way.”

He turns and leaves the spare room, weaving in and out of boxes until he reaches his luxury bedroom. More of her damned boxes are in there too. He kicks them out, sliding along his wooden floor before shutting himself in his room.

His flight back was fine - would have been better if you were there - but he survived. His co-pilot was a woman named Lyla. She’s smart, but also has a smart mouth. It seems she enjoys teasing him, winding him up, a bit like how you do it. But, despite his protests, he actually likes it when you tease him. In truth, he likes anything you do, even if he doesn’t say it to your face.

Removing his uniform, he tosses it in the laundry pile and then sinks down onto his bed with a tired sigh. He wonders if you’re home yet and if you’re tired just like he is.

Fingers itch intensely to grab his phone and message you but he doesn’t want to bombard you as you step through your door or settle down. Or maybe you are hoping to hear from him?

You get into bed, the mattress feels just right for your tired and weary body. For a while now, you have considered getting a pedometer to see how many steps you do when you work, just out of interest and perhaps bragging rights over your friends who have desk jobs.

Once again, you’re watching that video and listening to those voice notes. You’ll never be sick of them, and every word, every syllable sends a series of pulses emanating from your increasingly needy core. You have often wondered what ten inches, his ten inches, would feel like inside of you. You have never experienced a man his size before, none of your toys will compare either. He will truly be spoiling you, with every thrust, every pump and grind.

Teeth bite down on your bottom lip as you suppress a needy moan just thinking about how he’ll feel and how he’ll sound.

Suddenly your phone buzzes and his name pops up with an incoming message. Your heart leaps out of your mouth. Tapping the notification immediately, you open up the message to read it.

“Hola, chiquita.” (Hello, little one)

You make a mental note to learn a few phrases in Spanish, but this isn’t too hard to understand.

With a blushing expression you reply, tapping away on your phone’s screen.

“Hola, Miguel xx”

He smiles when your response appears on his end. The only time you’ve called him by his name is through text, you’re being a tease and he sure as hell knows it. If only you knew the things he’s been planning for when things heat up. He simply cannot wait to see you again.

“How was your flight?” he types back to you in hope to keep you talking.

The phone buzzes in your hand once again, you smile, despite how tired you’re feeling. To hell with sleep. The man of your dreams wants to talk to you, and you’ll do it all night if necessary.

“It was alright, slow, but good.”

The speech bubble appears with the three dots. He’s replying again. You have forgotten what this excitement feels like when talking with a crush or whatever you consider Miguel to be. It’s very much like being a teenager again, those butterflies in your stomach when the cute boy looks your way. However, this cute boy, you know for sure likes you which only excites those butterflies further.

“Bet your flight would have been more than good if I was flying it…”

Your whole body squirms as you read his reply. What is he suggesting? He can’t possibly be… no… could he? Or are you reading too much into this? Maybe he is suggesting that his presence alone would have improved your trip today. Yeah, maybe that’s it…

Thumbs tap away again as you type your reply.

“Watch your head next time you step onto a plane…”

A wicked grin flashes across your face, you can’t resist winding him up. But once again, he wipes that smile off of your face as he swoops in to try and get the last laugh. Your phone buzzes in a constant rhythm as a capital MO shows up on your screen. He’s actually calling you. You click on the green button but you’re practically speechless with nerves.

“Are you suggesting I have a big ego chiquita?”

There’s that slight danger in his voice, the same danger you detected after you spanked his ass with the paddle yesterday. Your curiosity is piqued, you want to know what happens if you push his buttons.

Finally you find your voice.

“Maybe I am, Mig-”

“Don’t!”

You grin. The battle for the last laugh has begun.

“Why not? Why don’t you want me to call you Mi-”

“Stop!”

“Tell me why then?”

You hear Miguel take a deep shaky breath.

“Because I’m not near you.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I will not be able to control myself when my name leaves your lips. I will go feral, and if you do that to me now, then you are cruel, chiquita.”

His words hit you hard. Firstly, ‘feral’… you swear a wave of arousal is threatening to make its presence known between your legs. His ten inches flash up in your mind and you nearly moan. Then the word ‘cruel’ leaves his lips and you immediately want to hold him close. You’re not entirely sure, though, if he is deliberately acting that way to get what he wants, or to sway you in any way.

“Feral?” you ask, although you have a feeling that is a dangerous question.

He moans into the phone’s microphone, making your eyelids flutter, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end, your shoulders tense and a shiver runs down your spine, feeding those pulses within you.

“Chica, I’ll want to ruin your perfect hair you have done up for work, ruin your immaculate makeup, leave bite marks all over you. I’ll have you repeating my name, like it’s a prayer on those pretty lips which I’ll bite and suck as I invade your body with my fingers, or my large fucking cock, throbbing only for you.”

His voice is a low, dangerous growl and his proclamation renders you speechless and exceedingly wet.

“Oh God…” you finally splutter out after your throat goes incredibly dry momentarily.

“Sí, ay Dios… you might be needing him after, chiquita…”

The line goes silent, but remains open. He lets his words sink in for you, giving you a moment to recover.

“Are you going to hold back saying my name now until we see each other?” he asks.

Although you can’t see him, you can hear his smug expression on his face. He has won the last laugh again.

“Just make sure you don’t say it while I’m working…”

You swallow hard as your hand slowly makes its way down your front and sneaks under the waistband of your shorts. He hears your breath falter.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing, chiquita?”

How the fuck does he know? You ask yourself.

“Mhmm…” Is all you can respond with as your fingers begin to circle around your clit, collecting your arousal as you go.

“Naughty…” he replies as you hear rummaging at his end of the line.

“Just following your example…” you mumble, referencing his messages and video.

“I haven’t stopped listening and watching those things you sent me, O’Hara…” you finally confess.

He chuckles before he moans, the jangling of his watch starts up in the background.

“Baby… if only I knew that you liked it from the beginning, I wouldn’t have needed to get all embarrassed…” he pauses as he takes a breath.

“Play with yourself faster chiquita, I want to hear you moan for me. But remember, don’t say my name.”

You do as he says, your fingers going in faster, tighter circles, producing a sweet little moan for his ears only.

“Mhmm… fuck, baby… louder…”

His voice breaks as you hear him put in more effort for his own actions, the strap of his watch clinking with each vigorous stroke.

You bite your lip as you worry about Ashley hearing you.

“Chiquita, louder…” he demands, his voice turning dangerous again.

You let go and do as he tells you, moaning louder for him.

“Good girl - are you close, baby?”

“Yes…”

“Go faster, I want to hear you cum for me, por favor…”

A louder moan rips from your throat as you edge nearer. He knows exactly what to say to you, and you’d bet money he’ll know exactly what buttons to press to make sure you’re a crying, dripping, creamy mess.

“Sí, sí, that’s it chica, give me what I want…”

His voice breaks as he’s getting close to blowing his load all over his toned abs. The burning in his right arm makes itself known.

You arch your back and your thighs clamp together around your hand, trapping it against your wildly throbbing sensitive bud. You cum hard for him, putting on a sexy audible display for him to get off to. Your moans are an exquisite representation as to how you’re feeling and he loves hearing every second of it. How he wishes he thought of recording the call so he can hear it over and over and over whenever he damn well pleases.

“Fuck! Baby - ay Dios!”

He grunts loudly and you finally hear him reach his orgasm. It sounds strong and powerful, each grunt resembling a wave of pleasure coursing through his body.

Your heavy breaths mix with his lust fuelled groans. The things you would do to have him there with you, making you come undone himself, going ‘feral’ on you.

“Mhmmm… chiquita, I gotta go get myself cleaned up. You uhh… made a mess, mi bonita.”

His comment makes you laugh, your sweet giggle fills the room.

“Talk tomorrow?” he asks, as he knows you’re probably just as tired as he is.

“I’d love to.”

“Sleep well, chiquita. Buenas noches,” (Good night / evening)

“Buenas noches…”

The call disconnects and Miguel puts his phone down next to him on the bed. Little does he know that his ex-wife, Xina, had her ear pressed up against his door listening to everything he said. Soon after she hears him hang up, she leaves the penthouse, taking her last box with her.

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[storyofmychoices]

The Reign of a Short King

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal’s Orphanage]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) ; Tyril Starfury x Maiele* (*Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: ~750 Rating: Teen (just to be safe)

Synopsis: Mal is very insistent that a half inch makes all the difference.

A/N: This silly drabble was inspired by a comment by @dr-colossal-pita about Mal using his hair to increase his height, and my wanting to reconcile Mal being short even though in book 1 he is mentioned as "tall". Also, I know realistically they wouldn't use the US measuring system but this story works better when using 1/2 inches.

Mal and Daenarya stood near the garden wall in their backyard, a heated argument unfolding.

"You know, I'm 5 foot 8 and a half inches," Mal insisted, peering down at her. 

Mischief danced in her eyes as she chuckled, shaking her head. "You're dreaming, Mr. Magnificent. You're only feeling tall next to me,” Daenarya teased, nudging him gently.

"By the gods, I swear I am 5 foot 8 and a half!" Mal stood a little straighter to emphasize his point.

Her head tilted to the side in amusement, brushing back his beautiful mane. "I'll humor you, but just so you know, your hair doesn't count if that's where you're getting that extra half." 

Mal took a step back, feigning indignation. His fingers raked through his hair as he brushed his hair back methodically. "I would never count my hair." He shook his head, offended she'd even say such a thing. "I am 5 foot 8 and a half inches!"

"Okay," she nodded in agreement, her smile spreading across her face. She pressed a kiss on her cheek. "If you say so."

Mal puffed his chest and held his head as high as possible "I'm glad you've come to see my side of things." He offered his arm to her.

"If you say so," she repeated, accepting his gesture as they headed back to where their friends were gathered. 

"And if we were counting my hair, then, I'd be at least 5 foot 9 inches", maybe 5 foot 9 and a half!" He boasted proudly.

Daenarya chuckled, "Here we go again."

"Here we go again?" Maiele moved to join them. "What trouble are you two starting now?" 

"Did you know that Mal is 5 foot 8 and a half inches, but if you count his hair, he might even be 5 foot 9 and a half!" Sarcasm dripped in every word. 

"Huh," Maiele pondered thoughtfully, casually resting his arm on Mal's head. Despite Mal's attempts to squirm away, the elf’s tall and strong stature held him there. After another moment of consideration, a smirk spread on his lips. "You wish!"

A rumble of laughter rose in his throat as his hands tousled Mal's hair, messing up his perfect coiffure. With a playful wink to Daenarya, Maiele sauntered off back to Tyril, whose lip curled up ever so slightly despite his efforts to hide his amusement at Mal's despair. 

Flustered, Mal sputtered something in response, but his words were lost as Daenarya gently touched his face and gave him a light kiss.

"You're still my short king," she whispered. Her thumb caressed over his jaw, the coarse hair of his beard tickling her. 

Mal couldn't help but relax and smile at her touch. "You know, initially, you thought I was tall."

Daenarya couldn't help but remember that night so long ago. "What can I say? It was dark, and I had a few drinks before this handsome rogue barreled into me—"

"I barreled into you?" He interrupted.

"That's how I remember it," she continued, batting her eyelashes. "There I was minding my own business, when you, this smug adventure. bumped into me, this innocent country girl."

A smirk pulled on his lips, his brow arching. "You're many things, Kit, but innocent isn't one of them!" He shook his head in amusement. "How does that change my height?"

"As I was trying to explain," she smirked. She held her hand in front of her as if drawing his attention to an imaginary scene unfolding. "This beautiful adventurer with great hair bumps into me. It's a dark street; I was a little tipsy—"

"You're a little tipsy now? I thought you were innocent?" He chuckled in amusement, enjoying her embellished tale. "Besides, I've seen you drink; you weren't even a little tipsy."

Her face flushed. "Ugh, fine! I may or may not have been a little distracted by your chest hair... I mean who wears a V-neck while adventuring? Besides, you've seen what I had to work with in Riverbend. You were a welcomed step up. I was clearly preoccupied with other thoughts."

"And you want me to believe you were the innocent one?" His brow arched. "And, I repeat, how does that change my height?"

"Well, your head was up from there, so— tall...er?" Her smile widened, knowing her thoughts went far beyond his alluring chest. "Let's agree to agree. You agree that I was innocent the night we met, and I'll agree that you're 5 foot 8 inches...and a half!"

"I think I can support that agreement." He drew her into his arms, enveloping her completely. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed, "now you're talking." 

Mal closed the gap, guiding her into a deepening kiss. 

Daenarya smiled into his embrace, her fingers crossed behind his back. This certainly wouldn't be the last time she teased him about that half-inch.

A/N#2: Originally, I had Mal at 5'10" but somehow I kept lowering it and now we're at 5'8". I mean if Ironman can be 5'8", my short king can to!

Again, Maiele belongs to @lilyoffandoms and he is Daenayra's best friend (for any new readers)

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this playful adventure.

[hunieday]

Momo Sugao Rabbit Chat - Part 5 : A senior's back

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Congratulations on the release of your “Sugao” issue, Momo-san! I bought it immediately!

Momo: You already bought it! Thanks ー(*°▽°)/°･:*

Momo: As expected of Maneko-chan, your check-in speed is professional!

Takanashi Tsumugi: 

Takanashi Tsumugi: I was totally looking forward to seeing the issue you were in!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I heard that some bookstores had already sold out, so I’m glad I decided to buy it early !

CHOICE

1- The interview about your relationship with the juniors was wonderful! 

Momo: I was only talking about drinking and hanging out, though lolol

Everyone is so cute, so I have to take care of them all the time (｡-人-｡)

2- I learnt a lot about training methods from the interview!

Momo: Gaku also contacted me earlier and asked me to go train in the gym together.☆

3- The cover photo of Momo-san looks great!

Momo: I know, right?

Momo: Yuki told me that I was “properly talking with my back”, he complimented me! Hoo━ヾ(*´∀)(∀｀*)ﾉﾞ━ray!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Also, I want to thank you for helping Riku-san the other day.

Apparently you helped him out when he was in trouble at the TV station…! 

Momo: Ahh, you mean the time where he got caught up with the bad staff?

There are people who want to make things difficult sometimes.

Please tell him not to worry about it, it wasn’t Riku’s fault.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Thank you very much….

I’m sorry for entrusting you with something that should have been a manager’s job…

Momo: You have your own work to do, and you can’t be with everyone at all times, it can”t be helped.

Momo: That's why your seniors are here, so you can always rely on them!

Momo: If you don’t depend on me, Momo-chan will feel lonely (/ω・＼)

Takanashi Tsumugi: please allow me to return the favor…!

Momo: You sound lolol you sound like a samurai lololol

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’ll help you in any way I can, Momo-san…!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: Thank you!

You’re very dependable, Maneko-chan, so I’ll rely on you again! d(`・ω´・+)!

Momo: I’ve heard that your back muscles workout is paying off well, as well! Okarin told me that you’ve reached LVL 3 of that video!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, I reached it the other day…!

Takanashi Tsumugi:

Momo: Okarin was a little shocked to hear that Maneko-chan is at level 3 when he’s at level 2 lol 

Takanashi Tsumugi: Oh, so that’s why he was a little surprised when I was talking to him…!

Momo: Lately he’s been trying to follow your example and build up his own manager-muscles, so he sometimes drinks protein shakes lol

Momo: Isn’t our manager cute (●´ω｀●)

Takanashi Tsumugi: Okazaki-san, even though you’re so busy, you’re amazingly stoic…!

Momo:

Takanashi Tsumugi: As you mentioned in your theme of “Speaking from the back”, Momo-san, Re:vale-san really are the seniors taking the lead in promoting the idol world and protecting it…

Takanashi Tsumugi: IDOLiSH7 and I will do our best to follow in your footsteps and also set a good example!

Momo: As expected, you’re very reliable!

Momo: We’ll do our best not to be overtaken!

[livwritesfics]

𝐈'𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

Luffy and Law's crew were separated yet again after they left Dressrosa. It's been weeks since he's seen or heard Luffy.

He only ever let Luffy hug him and cuddle him. Without her there'd be nothing. Yes, he had his crew but they only give side hugs or playful punches. He wants to be held. And cuddled. And kissed.

He misses the way Luffy would play with his hair and how she would kiss his forehead. How her rubbery limbs would hold him when she was sleeping.

Law slowly found himself going insane without his lover's touch. He wants - no he needs her touch. Law never realized how much he's taken Luffy's touch for granted. Until he couldn't have it.

And now he's going insane without it.

Law groans and puts his head on his knees. He knows that if he needs a hug he could always ask Bepo, but he didn't want to. He can't. It's not the same. So instead he's leaving himself to suffer.

Only about a week left until I see her. I can survive a week. Law thought to himself. He was in a fetal position trying to get some sleep. But he was wide awake. Trying to count the minutes until he can see and touch his love again. Law is going through so much stress over this that he wants to cry. I'm so pathetic, I wanna cry because I need hugs and cuddles?

Law didn't get a wink of sleep that night. He hasn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. When he first realized he was touch starved, he started to stay up more and eat less. He didn't want to bother anyone with his small problems.

He could survive on his own, he thought. The pain only got worse and worse. He's becoming desperate, he took a shirt that belongs to Luffy before he left. He used to cuddle it at night to make him feel better. It doesn't smell like her anymore...

He can't wait to see her again. Just one more week. I can do this. He told himself.

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They were at Zou! Law couldn't believe it! He made it to the end of the week. It was the longest week in the world for him. Time seemed like it couldn't move any slower. Law looked at the mirror and physically gagged. He had dark eyebags underneath his eyes, he was skinnier, he stunk, the list seemed to go on and on.

Law tried to make himself look nice though before they got to the island. He wanted to see Luffy as soon as he could.

After a nice hot shower, he stepped off his sub and ran towards the Sunny. He was so desperate for her touch.

"LUFFY!" Law yelled at the top of his lungs. He had his hands around his mouth. As soon as Luffy stepped off and stood in front of him, Law immediately felt insecure. He wanted to hug her, to kiss her, but... He felt so scared to. Like Luffy was judging him.

He was so frustrated that tears started to form in his eyes. Why am I like this? Luffy noticed her boyfriend's sudden pain and frowned.

"Torao? What's wrong?" Luffy stepped forward, her eyebrows furrowing. Law moved back in panic. Why? He wants to touch her, so why?

Law shook his head, he started breathing rapidly. He noticed his hands were shaking. He was trying to say something but he couldn't.

"Law? Law please calm down, shh, shh," Luffy tried to comfort him. She tried grabbing Law's hands, but Law moved away before she could feel him. He wants touch so bad but he's scared to get it. He doesn't want to feel like a child.

"Okay, you don't want to be touched, that's okay! We don't have to hug right now, but Torao if you don't calm down you could pass out. Let's sit on this bench okay? Breathe with me now..." Luffy soothed him. She did the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 method and soon Law calmed down.

"Can... Can I have a hug? Please?" Law asked timidly. He's giving in. He's dropping all of his pride. The Surgeon of Death is shaking, crying and asking for hugs.

"Oh, sweetheart - come here." Luffy opened up her arms for him. Law went into her arms instantly and cried. He felt so loved in that moment. Luffy never judged him or laughed at him. She just kept him in her arms, holding him safe.

"Is this okay?" Luffy looked down at Law.

"Just hold me." his voice was muffled by her chest.

"It's okay baby, just let it all out. I've got you, I promise" She rocked Law back and forth, back and forth, petting his hair, and holding him to her side.

Then Law finally slept in his girlfriend's comforting arms.

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Later on, when day turned to night, Law woke up in an unfamiliar bed. He was alone in this bed. He sat up and looked around worried. Where was he?

Then Luffy came out of the bathroom. She looked up at Law and smiled.

"You fell asleep in my arms. It was kind of adorable." Law blushed fervently, fiddling with the blankets.

"Are you blushing?! That's so cute!!!" Luffy giggled. Law's face grew even redder. He just held out his arms so Luffy could hug him again. Luffy dived into his arms and snuggled up into him. She knew that Law needed some physical love so she gave him what he needed.

"Law?"

"Mm?"

"Please, never apologize for wanting to be loved." She looked up at Law who was burying his face into Luffy's soft hair. She giggled quietly to herself.

"Okay," Law whispered, hugging her tighter.

@lawluevents got some prompts from scealaiscoite on tumblr they don't wish to be tagged

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

I love Lemon Drop Boy, can we maayybbee get a little snippet of chapter 2?

Here you go! This is the most recent part I've added. This chapter is just not giving me much right now, sadly 😞

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Styling her daughter’s hair was one of Yanxia Young’s preferred methods of bonding, and she never seemed to understand or accept Beatrice’s ambivalence to it.  Still, she submitted herself to the curling iron because it also meant that she and her mother weren’t fighting.  But as each pristinely curled lock dropped lightly onto her shoulders, she heard her phone vibrate loudly against the polished wood of her mother’s vanity.

“Be sure to keep that in your purse tonight,” her father said.  In the mirror, she could see him attaching diamond cufflinks to his wrists.  “On silent, preferably.”  

Beatrice barely heard him.  She was too focused on the name, or rather, the initial that had appeared on her screen.  “Who is A?”  Her mother asked.

“Just someone new I met this semester,” she responded, trying not to give away how much her fingers itched to grab the device and hide it away.  Fortunately, she knew the text was too small for her mother to read, but she still let out a small sigh of relief when the screen turned off again.

“A new friend?”

“I think so,” she said with a secret little thrill.

“Speaking of your friends, the Villaumbrosias won’t be attending tonight,” her father continued, shaking his head with a small grin as he put on his tie.  “Josef is still holding that grudge against Bernard Emié, after nearly a decade.  But I’ve invited them to our family celebration on Christmas Eve.”

“Is Lilith still planning to apply to the University of Navarra?”  Her mother asked.

“She is, although her parents are trying to convince her to study here instead.”

“She should study where she intends to work.  That’s the best way to go with law school.  It’s different for your field.  You can study anywhere.  Have you started your applications yet?”

“I have,” Beatrice said, though it was mostly a lie.  She’d gotten as far as compiling the list of programs she would be applying to, but then she got distracted by other things.

One of those things sent her another message, and she begged off her mother’s attempt to do her makeup in order to retreat back to her room and read it.

18:43, A: How many lime wedges 🍋‍🟩 do you think I can fit into my mouth at once?  Hans says 5 but I know I can do better.

18:50, A: It was 8! Now he owes me €10 😌.  On an unrelated note, my mouth hurts.