#i know that if i kept pressing eventually she’d say yes. but i ran out of patience. and if she doesn’t want in she won’t get in

[wawataka]

I JUST GOT RAYMOND ON MY ISLAND FUCK YOUUUU ROSIEEE

[ineffable-kelpie]

Robin Hood

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1,116

Prompt: A silent hug

Characters: Elspeth, Wee Morag

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Elspeth was in for it now. Two years she’d been on the streets, picking pockets, and she’d never had the coppers this close on her tail before. She had the advantage of being smaller than they were, so she could duck and weave and dash between obstacles to lose them. But she hadn’t lost them in the first few seconds, which meant that as they chased her they pointed and yelled, “Thief! Stop him!” and the crowds parted around the fleeing Elspeth. A man grabbed her collar as she passed, and she barely managed to tear herself free and keep running. This was no good. Elspeth was good for short sprints, but not long races like this. If she didn’t lose them fast, she was done for.

She swerved on her heel and ducked into an alley. Not quick enough. The coppers were right behind her. She turned into another narrow alley leading off of that one, but she knew they’d seen her come this way. If she could find someplace to hide—

A small hand waved at her from the shadows between one door and the next. Elspeth had enough sense to recognize help when it was being offered, so she ran for it and grabbed the hand. It pulled her into the shadows as another hand clapped over her mouth. Elspeth’s back was pressed flush against another body, one arm around her waist to hold her still, one hand still pressed over her mouth. “Shh,” said a voice barely above a whisper.

The coppers rounded the corner not a moment later. Elspeth held her breath, staying as still and silent as she knew how. Her rescuer did the same. They were hidden in a tiny gap between two houses, practically invisible unless you knew what to look for. Even Elspeth hadn’t known it was there.

The coppers passed their hiding place and reached the other end of the alley, where it emptied onto the street. “Where’d he go?” said one of them. “The little rat’s given us the slip.”

“Eh, we’ll get him sooner or later,” said the other. “These types don’t know how to quit. He’ll slip up eventually.”

The voices faded. Elspeth dared to breathe again. The arms around her loosened. The person they were attached to would probably be wanting a cut of the purse she’d just lifted. Elspeth knew better than to leave debts unsettled. She stepped away and turned to get a look at her rescuer.

And found herself looking into the face of an angel. Whatever she’d been about to say flew out of her head. Well, she hadn’t expected to go so soon, but if it was her time, so be it. Funny, she always thought they’d send someone from down below to bring her over.

“Are you really a thief?” the angel asked in a hushed voice.

This was a trap. Stealing was a sin, and lying was a sin, so there wasn’t any answer she could give that an angel would approve of. Elspeth kept her mouth shut.

The angel frowned. “Can you speak?”

“Course I can speak,” said Elspeth. “I’d just rather not answer ye.”

The angel let out a small laugh, which turned into a cough. Strange. Angels weren’t supposed to cough. Come to think of it, Elspeth didn’t think angels were normally as dirty and raggedly-dressed as this one, or as thin. Maybe she was just another urchin. An exceptionally pretty urchin. “What did they think you stole?” she asked.

Elspeth hesitated, then pulled out the purse she’d lifted earlier. It would be enough to split between the two of them, and still leave enough for Elspeth to buy dinner. “Nevermind whether I stole it or not.”

The other girl frowned in disapproval. “Stealing is a sin.”

Elspeth laughed. The other girl didn’t. “You’re serious?” said Elspeth. “If it’s such a sin, why’d you help me out, ‘stead of leaving me to the coppers?”

“To give you a chance to make it right.” The other girl reached out and folded Elspeth’s hand back over the purse. “Go find whoever you stole it from, and give it back. Otherwise, it’ll only catch up to you later.”

Elspeth’s face warmed, and she didn’t quite know why. She was much too hungry to worry about what was and wasn’t a sin. But this girl’s disapproval hit harder than she expected. She looked down at her hand, with the purse still in it. She’d be mad to go and give it back, though, after the trouble she’d been through to get it. The rich ponce she’d taken it from probably had ten times as much to draw from. He’d be fine whether she gave his money back or not. But for her and this girl, it could be the difference between life and death. “What about Robin Hood?” Elspeth asked, looking up.

The girl seemed surprised. “What?”

“Robin hood,” Elspeth repeated. “He was a thief. But also a hero. Stealing’s not a sin when he does it, is it?”

“Well…” the girl thought about it. “I suppose not. But he gave away what he stole to those who deserved it more.”

Elspeth nodded decisively and held out the wallet. “You take it, then.”

“What?” the girl tried to back away, but she was already against the wall.

“You’re surely more deserving than I am. I mean, you don’t even steal.” Though how she’d stayed alive on the streets with such a strict moral code was beyond Elspeth. “How long have you been out here?”

“Er…few months.”

“Then you haven’t seen a winter on the streets yet. Trust me, you’ll need this then.”

The girl reached for the wallet, but hesitated. “It’s stolen.”

“I never said whether it was stolen or not, did I?” Elspeth winked and pushed it towards her again. “Go on. Otherwise I’d just keep it for meself, which, as you’ve pointed out, would be a sin.”

Nervously, the girl took the wallet and opened it to see what was inside. Her eyes grew as round as coins. She snapped it shut and looked up at Elspeth. “I’m in your debt.”

Elspeth scoffed. “Hardly. You saved me from prison. I’m just making us even.”

The girl gave Elspeth a confused sort of smile. “What’s your name?”

“Elspeth McKinnon,” she said, with a silly little bow. For some reason, she couldn’t stop beaming. “And you are?”

“Folks call me Wee Morag.”

“Wee Morag,” Elspeth repeated, storing the name away in a way she usually didn’t bother doing. But she had a hope that that name would become important. Silently, she made a promise to Wee Morag: the next time I steal, it’ll be for you.

[buckyownsmylife]

The Other Woman - Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve is tired of pretending he doesn’t want another woman.

Warnings: infidelity, smut, breeding kink, humiliation, friendship betrayal, angst

Word count: 1.5k<

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this piece because it was written as a way of coping with my self-harm. Instead of hurting myself physically, I sat down and wrote what my worst nightmare would look like. I can’t say I’ll never write anything like this again, because this was extremely cathartic in a way I can’t comprehend, but anyway, here it is. It’s written entirely in Steve’s P.O.V. and it’s open to interpretation if reader’s the one being cheated on or the one with whom Steve cheats.

I could feel her eyes on me all the way across the room. If I was another man - the strong man everyone expected me to be all the time - I would have been able to ignore it. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew I was weak, still the skinny little boy from Brooklyn who couldn’t believe a woman would even look my way, much less want me this badly.

That was why I excused myself from the conversation I was pretending to have and made my way towards my wife. That was why I made some lame excuse about having a headache - something I wasn’t even able to feel - and told her I was leaving for the night. That was why I went back to my room, sat down on my bed and waited for her, knowing eventually, she’d come inside.

“Steve?” She still sounded hesitant when she pushed the door open, wide eyes looking for me and finding me on the edge of my bed, waiting for her. Immediately, instinctively, I reached out for her, needing to feel her skin, her warmth, to know she really was there.

“How much did you drink?” I asked, not wanting her to regret this any more than she already would tomorrow morning, eyebrows furrowed as I watched her climb my lap, her dress riding up her thighs until it pooled around her hips, exposing her underwear. “You wouldn’t do this shit sober.”

“C’mon, Steve…” She whined, clearly edging the line between tipsy and drunk, and I bit my lip in a last effort to suppress my desire. Not because I didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to violate my marital bed, but because I wanted to hear her argument, needed to see her beg for me. “Let me make you feel good.”

I swallowed her next words with my mouth, tongue exploring hers with a hunger that had only proliferated after I exchanged rings with someone who wasn’t her. When her hips pressed against mine, tentatively rolling, I knew there was no way I’d ever part with her - marriage be damned.

“I know she doesn’t let you touch her the way you want to,” she whispered after we parted, eyes caring and empathetic as she leaned her face on the hand with which I cradled her cheek. I didn’t need to ask, I knew how she knew it. They were best friends for a reason. I didn’t doubt that the same complaints I had trusted Bucky with a thousand times before had made their way on her ears, telling the other side of the story. “I know she can’t take it, but I want to.”

A shudder ran down my spine as her warm mouth enveloped my thumb, and when I opened my eyes again, I knew they were darker, barely recognizable. “I’ll let you use me,” she pressed on, unaware that she had already won the battle. I’d never tell her no. “Please, use me.”

The anxiety of knowing the door would open up at any second and reveal my wife’s sweet eyes as she took in this betrayal only added to my arousal. I was a terrible man, I knew - and I didn’t care. Her best friend’s underwear was gone in a second, a show of strength I didn’t need to use to impress her - her pussy was already wet, dripping for me.

“Oh, shit,” I moaned when I dipped my fingers inside of her, feeling the tightness I would soon ruin. My cock ached inside my pants, begging me to release it of its confines, shove it in a completely different one. “So wet.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, rutting against my digits, panting over my open lips. “I’ve been wanting you so bad.” A groan escaped the depths of my chest, my resolve slipping even further, almost completely out of reach. My hands abandoned her to reach for my pants, unbuttoning them and releasing my dick from it, rubbing the leaking head against her opening.

“Let me be the other woman, Steve…” She whispered against the crook of my neck, holding me tight against her while she rubbed herself against me. My heart broke a thousand times at hearing her request.

“I don’t want that,” I argued, pulling away to see her face, cradle it between my hands. “I want you to be the only woman.” She bit her lips then, taking a hold of my cock to place it where we both needed it to be, still only teasing us both.

“I want you to be mine.” And that’s when she finally sat down on me, letting me fill her, inch by glorious inch. My fingers tightened around her hips, undoubtedly leaving marks behind, but she didn’t even peep. It was almost like she liked it, knowing she brought me to the edge of my control, her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing before me as she started to ride me.

“Oh, fuck yes…” I groaned, helping her movements as I watched her, hypnotized. “This is where you belong now,” I warned her, pulling her even closer so I could kiss her again.

“Yeah?” She confirmed it, smirk on her face as she kept fucking herself on me. “This is mine now? This dick is mine now?” My body spasmed, hearing her say something like this while I was buried to the hilt inside of her was just too much to take.

“Yes, fuck yes.” I pulled her in for another kiss, letting her regain control of her movements as I had to lean back in an effort to keep myself together. The view was flawless though, and watching her breasts bounce up and down didn’t exactly help my efforts to hold on.

“Yeah? You’re not gonna fuck her anymore, Captain? Won’t let her touch you, will leave all your cum for me, forever?” Her words had me gasping, eyes widening as I suddenly realized I was fucking my wife’s best friend without any sort of protection.

It wasn’t a problem in my marriage, since my wife was on the pill and always reminded me she was never going off of it, terrified of ever getting pregnant, but I knew the same couldn’t be said about the woman on top of me.

She was fertile, I just knew it, and by the way she was frantically riding me, I knew she was just as eager to get my cum as I was to give it to her. “You want it?” I had to confirm, not believing someone - the someone I had tried not to want for so long - wanted to have my babies, give me everything I’d always dreamed of in life.

“You wanna have my babies?” In the distant part of my brain, I could still notice the door slowly opening, making me raise my gaze from her chest to see my wife’s shocked features, betraying her hurt as she took in the situation. “Say it, baby. Say you want my cum deep inside your cunt.”

Her moan resonated across the room, and I witnessed my wife flinch, profoundly hurt by the scene in our bedroom, but unable to look away. It made me even harder, somehow, and I knew right then that I was going straight to hell, but I didn’t care.

All I knew was that nothing would stop me from cumming inside the woman who was riding me, not my wife, not God himself. “I want it so badly, Stevie,” she begged, movements growing more frantic as she tried to reach her high. “Please, give it to me. Let me give you what she never could.”

The sob at the door caught her attention, and she looked over her shoulder to find her best friend staring back at her, witnessing the betrayal we were both conducting.

My fingers pressed tighter on her hips, scared she’d stop and scramble off, but she just returned her gaze to me, hips still moving. “Tell her, Stevie,” she incited, fingers tracing my jaw and dipping my head back so she could kiss down my throat. “Tell her the truth.”

A gasp escaped my lips as she bit down on the crook of my neck, my own hips jutting up to join her in bliss. “I’m in love with her,” I informed my wife, taking sick delight in the way tears started running down the cheeks I’d kissed so many times. “She’s gonna give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Both of us reached our highs then, me with a deep groan and her with a drawn-out moan, perfectly harmonized in the otherwise silent bedroom. By the time I managed to lay her down on the bed and ask her to show me her pussy, I’d almost forgotten about the other presence in the room, witnessing the cum dripping from the cunt of my beloved just as I was. Once she left, however, and the woman on the bed reached out for me, I could only think that this was it. This was the end of my marriage.

And I was okay with it.

[helloalycia]

lose you [three] // leigh shaw

summary: just when you think Leigh is finally listening to you and giving you space, she happens to do the opposite

warning/s: mentions of loss and implications of death/grief

author's note: so this is the final part! this was fun to write ngl – i hope you like the conclusion! :)

part one | part two | masterlist | wattpad

"I think the colours look great like this, don't you?" I asked Jules, pointing to the screen of her laptop

She hummed in agreement as she sipped her smoothie.

"Or maybe this...," I said, preoccupied with trying out something different. "Okay, hold on, let me see."

We were both sat in this smoothie place a few stores  down from her workplace, working on some more promotional material for another set of classes she was setting up.

"You know, we could easily do this at the studio," Jules commented in a knowing tone. "Or even at my house."

I glanced at her before looking back to the screen. "It's better this way."

She knew what I meant, so I knew I didn't need to elaborate. Ever since Leigh had finally gotten the hint and left me alone for the week, I'd been keeping away from her as much as I could, still trying to figure out what I was feeling. This also meant not going to her workplace or her house in case I bumped into her.

"So, you're not gonna tell me what happened between you and my sister?" Jules asked curiously, for the millionth time, leaning forward.

I scrunched my nose as I shook my head. "Not this time, Jules, sorry."

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "Leigh won't say anything either, so that's no fun..."

Not knowing how to respond, I simply kept quiet and continued to play around with the colour palette of the designs I'd put together. Jules watched over me, inputting her ideas every now and then and explaining her 'vision', before our time was interrupted with her phone ringing.

"Hello," she answered it casually, before continuing to speak to whoever. "...No, I've got one... no need! I'll pick one up for you."

I gave her a sideways glance as she looked the other way quickly, as if hiding something.

Her voice lowered as she continued to speak to whoever. "Yes, we're here..." She sighed. "She's fine, Leigh."

I rolled my eyes as I looked back to the laptop, trying to distract myself.

"Okay, I'll see you soon, bye," Jules mumbled before hanging up and looking back to me.

It was quiet for a moment, neither of us speaking as I clicked away on her trackpad. Figuring she wouldn't speak, I chose to.

"Was that Leigh?"

Looking down at her smoothie awkwardly, Jules nodded. "Er, yeah."

I shot her a look. "You know you can have a normal conversation with her. She is your sister after all."

Jules ran a hand through her hair. "Yes, I know, I just... I don't want to make you feel awkward."

"It's fine," I reassured her with a small smile, before looking to the screen. Unable to stop myself, I asked, "How is she?"

A pause, then: "She's good."

I nodded nonchalantly, though I was glad to hear. I wasn't heartless – I still cared about her. But my stubbornness, as Taylor liked to constantly point out, was keeping me from hearing Leigh out. Her words still rang clear in my ears, the implication louder than the words themselves. And then that made me angry all over again and I found myself in a constant cycle of needing space from Leigh and wanting to hear her out.

Trying to ignore my conflicting thoughts for the girl who wasn't even present, I continued to work on Jules' designs before she had to get back to work and so did I.

"Are you okay to come over tonight to finish those off?" she asked as I packed away my things.

I hesitated, chewing on my lip. The whole point was to avoid going to her house.

"I'll make sure Leigh isn't there," Jules promised, noticing my silence, before adding with a playful smile, "Or is that new promotion of yours too time-consuming for you to spend time with me?"

"You know that's not true," I told her with a suppressed laugh, before relaxing my shoulders and nodding slowly. "I... I guess I can come around for a little while."

"Only a few hours," she promised me.

I nodded. "Okay, sure. I guess I'll see you tonight, Jules."

She grinned. "Awesome! See you tonight."

—

I probably should have figured out that Jules was lying to me. I'd known her long enough to tell when she was playing me, but I must have been so distracted by everything that I failed to realise what she was doing until it was too late.

When I got to the Shaw residence that evening after dinner, Jules answered and let me in, promising that her sister and mum were out on a girls night so wouldn't bother us. That was the first major hint – Leigh hated spending 'girls night' with her mum.

Then, when I set my bag down in the living room, waiting for Jules to join me, I heard the front door slam shut.

Spinning around and staring into that direction of the house, I called after her. "Jules? You still here?"

Instead of Jules, Leigh stepped in the doorway, dressed in a jumper and joggers, hair messy but small smile on her lips. That's when I realised I'd been tricked.

"I'm out of here," I said instantly, grabbing my bag to go.

"No, please stay," she said pleadingly, taking a step forward, but stopping when she saw how much I didn't want to be near her right now.

"I can't believe you'd resort to such childish methods of trickery," I admitted with disbelief. "And just when I thought you were finally listening to me and giving me space."

She pressed her lips together firmly as I spoke, before saying, "You wouldn't have come if I'd called, Y/N. It was the only way to get you here."

"Of course I wouldn't have!" I said with frustration, hand on my bag strap tightening. "I didn't want to see you!"

"I know you didn't, that's why I left you tons of messages!" she exclaimed, before rolling her eyes bitterly. "Your stupid, love-struck assistant is clearly terrible at delivering said messages."

"You mean the assistant with the boyfriend?" I retorted with a glare.

Her eyebrows creased together with confusion. "She has a boyfriend?"

I groaned loudly before moving forward to leave. "I'm going."

Leigh's bitchiness dispersed as she realised what was happening. "Wait, Y/N– just wait!"

Ignoring her, I continued my approach to the door and pushed past her without sparing her a glance. I was afraid that if I did, I would say something I'd regret.

"Please!" she called after me. And I was a mere few centimetres from the door before she shouted, "I love you!"

I widened my eyes with surprise, wondering if I'd heard that right. Stopping in place, I turned around slowly and saw Leigh standing in the living room doorway with teary eyes and a quivering lip.

"I'm in love with you," she repeated, confirming my hearing. Green eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she continued, "I was stupid how I acted and I– I've treated you so horribly and you always put up with it. But not this time."

She paused, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she raised a shaky hand to move her hair from her eyes.

Swallowing hard, she said, "I p–push people away and I've pushed so many friends away, but y-you never left. You stayed this whole time a–and I've already lost so much, but I can't take losing you. I c–can't lose you, Y/N."

Forgetting my anger for a moment, I felt my heart ache in my chest as Leigh broke down before me. I'd seen her at her worst before, but this was different. She was choosing to be vulnerable and that never came easy to her.

"Leigh, I'm not going anywhere," I said gently, frown on my lips. "We're in a fight right now and I'm angry, yeah, but I would never leave you. Not for good."

"You say that!" she snapped, clenching her fists as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "You say that, but then blocked calls and wanting space turns into leaving because you can't take it anymore. You can't take me anymore. And I can't take it, I can't take pushing you away. I can't lose you."

She clenched her jaw, eyes piercing through me with sadness and guilt and anger all at once.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said, her voice softer and very unlike herself. "The kiss it– it scared me because I wanted to do it for a long time, but you're my best friend and best friends don't do that. So, I tried to forget about it, but I ended up blaming you in the process and it's not you who's at fault here, it's me. And because of that, you're going to hate me and leave and I'm going to be a–alone again and I can't do that again, n–not again, n–not–"

I drew closer to her and pulled her in for a hug, unable to take her hysterics any longer. It hurt too much, seeing her pour her truth out in such a volatile way that had clearly been building up for a while.

She cried as I held her close, pressing a kiss to her hair and rubbing her back slowly. I never meant for it to get like this. I didn't know that she was going through all of this turmoil and now I felt bad, even if she'd hate that I did.

"I'm not going anywhere, Leigh," I promised her, my own tears burning the lids of my eyes. "I swear. you're not going to lose me and I could never hate you. Don't even think that for one minute..."

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I led her to the bench by the front door and held her close, not caring that her tears were soaking my shirt or that she was clinging so tightly that I would never be able to pry her off, not unless she let go by choice.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there, but her cries eventually turned into sniffles and her head found it's way onto my shoulder. My arms wrapped around her torso, still rubbing circles onto her back, and hers clung around my shoulders tightly.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered guiltily into my neck, her warm breath tickling the skin and sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard. "I know you are. I forgive you, Leigh."

She didn't say anything and I wondered why she was unable to let go and meet my eyes. Maybe it was easier to talk when we weren't looking at each other.

"I would never leave you, you know," I told her quietly, letting her know again. I'd let her know forever if it meant she'd believe me. "You can be such a bitch sometimes, but I put up with it because I love you, too."

She sighed. "But not like I love you."

I tried not to smile. "You're kidding, right? Of course like you love me. Why do you think I got so upset at your stupid date the other week?"

Finally pulling away from my neck, she faced me with confused eyes. "You said it was because I didn't reply to your messages."

I rolled my eyes. "It was because I thought that you didn't care about kissing me. I was scared that you didn't like me like that. That you thought you'd made a mistake." 

Her eyes flickered between mine, as if trying to understand what I was saying. Realisation passed through them as she stroked my neck with her finger, arms still laced around my shoulders.

"So, the kiss. You didn't– you don't hate me?"

I shook my head, squeezing her waist gently. "I don't. And if you'd given me a chance, I would've kissed you back. Properly. Like–" I sucked up a nervous breath. "Like you deserve."

She didn't say anything for a moment, eyes merely reading mine intimidatingly. For once, a rare instance between us, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Now's your chance," she finally spoke, before capturing my bottom lip between hers in an instant.

Unlike last time, I got over my surprise quite quickly and closed my eyes, pulling her closer by the waist and returning the kiss. Her lips were soft and salty and addictive, and when she rested her hand on my chest to gently push me away after a moment, I immediately chased her lips down again, refusing to let her go so quickly. Not when I'd waited so long for this moment.

She gasped as I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entry. Using that as opportunity, I slipped my tongue between her lips and met hers in the middle, revelling in the taste that was Leigh Shaw. It didn't go beyond that and that was okay, as I was too busy focusing on how perfect she fit next to me, my one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck.

Finally pulling apart for air, she rested her forehead against mine and I opened my eyes to be submerged in pools of green. Licking her lips, she breathed out slowly.

"I don't want to lose you," she admitted in a whisper.

Pushing her hair behind her ear, I rested my hand on her jaw and caressed it. "You won't. I told you. I'm not leaving you. Not now. Not ever. I promise."

She closed her eyes, lips trembling ever so slightly. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

I realised she was probably thinking back to her late husband and I didn't blame her. She'd suffered through so much and I couldn't imagine the fears she had.

"I'll keep it for as long as I can," I told her, kissing her  forehead. "But know for sure that you won't be getting rid of me that easily."

She cracked a small smile through her teary eyes, nodding slightly. "I'll try to be less of a bitch."

"Hey, be as bitchy as you want," I told her playfully. "I'm not going anywhere, remember?"

She let out a small snort through her nose, barely a laugh, but it was music to my ears and it brought a smile to my lips. Finally opening her eyes, she looked to me with adoration and it made my heart beat a little faster.

"I love you," she said with the utmost sincerity.

I wiped away a stray tear of hers with the pad of my thumb and met her gaze. "I love you, too, Leigh."

Glassy eyes watched mine, content for the first time in a long time, before she pulled me in for a hug, tucking her head into my neck like it was her favourite spot in the world. I knew the feeling of her there was definitely mine.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the peace we'd created.

"I'm really tired," she admitted, lips brushing my neck as she spoke.

I pressed a kiss to the side of her head, mumbling into her hair, "Let's get you to sleep then."

She hummed in agreement and I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd closed her eyes already.

"I want you to stay," she added. "To sleep with me."

Pausing, I tried not to laugh, which she realised and nudged me in the gut lightly.

"Not like that, idiot," she said, definitely giving me an eye roll even though I couldn't see her. "I mean, yes, eventually like that. If you want. But not now. Now, I just want you next to me."

Smile of adoration on my lips, I squeezed her gently. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I've got work in the morning. Early start."

She pulled away from me suddenly, frown on her lips and eyes flickering between mine disappointedly. I sighed, raising my hand and stroking her cheek.

"I'm kidding," I told her with a knowing look. "I mean, I do have work, but I'll stay if you want me to."

"Jerk," she mumbled, before standing up and pulling me up with her. "You're staying."

I kept ahold of her hand and intertwined our fingers, tugging her closer to me. She still seemed disgruntled from my joke, so I kissed her cheek, lingering for a second longer than usual, before smiling.

"Come on, grumpy pants."

She narrowed her eyes at me childishly, but continued to lead me upstairs and to her bedroom. As we walked, I remembered something.

"So, does Jules know about us? Since she helped you to trick me tonight?"

Leigh didn't bother flicking on the lights to her room when we entered, instead closing the door behind us and letting the streetlights from outside her window guide us to her bed.

"She knows we argued," she answered delicately. "I didn't know how to tell her about how I felt when I–" She sighed. "When I didn't even know how to tell you."

I nodded, not bothering to ask her about if she wanted to tell her tomorrow, or tell her mum tomorrow. Or if she wanted to wait and tell them later when we were settled into our relationship. I trusted her to talk to me when she was ready and there was no rush anyway.

"Jules is out with a friend tonight and my mum is working late," she explained their absence. "And you've slept over before so this is no different."

"True," I agreed.

A yawn escaped Leigh's lips and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked when she stretched her arms and scrunched her face tiredly. When she finished, she opened her eyes and saw my expression.

"What's got you all smiley?" she asked with a quirked brow.

I shook my head dismissively as she grabbed some pyjama pants from her drawer. "You're too cute is all."

Groaning loudly, she said, "God, Y/N, don't do that. Don't be all couple-y already. Especially not when it's–"

"What?" I cut her off with amusement, as she threw the pants in my face. "Complimenting you?"

"Exactly," she said like it was obvious, before waving her hand with irritation. "Just take your pants off so we can go to sleep."

I chuckled. "Eager much?"

She groaned again, but I saw a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. As I changed out of my jeans, she got under the duvet and got comfortable. I joined her soon enough, just about pulling the duvet on top of me before she grabbed my arm and forced me to roll over and spoon her from behind.

I stifled a laugh as she entwined our hands, resting them on her waist, and sighed contently.

"So, guess I can't be little spoon tonight then?" I teased, making her kick me with her foot.

"My bed, my choice," she muttered, voice heavy with fatigue.

Settling in behind her, I put my leg between hers comfortably and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of her neck where my head lay.

"I don't mind being the big spoon," I reassured her, though I knew it wouldn't make a difference. If Leigh wanted to be cuddled, that was the end of it.

It went quiet as I appreciated how pleasant it felt with her in my arms, her body pressed closely to mine and her self radiating a comforting warmth only she seemed to possess. I could definitely get used to this.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

She stopped, breathing out slowly. "Thanks for staying."

"Well, you asked so nicely and–"

"No," she cut me off quietly. "Thanks."

It took me a second to realise that she wasn't talking about just now. I smiled to myself.

"Always, Leigh."

[neeksnorton]

Abner Krill // Anything for Daddy

hi there! apologies for this being a few minutes late. this story is also a little shorter than usual, my apologies for that as well. enjoy!!

WORD COUNT : 1.3K

NSFW TAGS : Maledom, slapping, vibrators, anal, oral, slight cnc, pet names, daddy kink

The girl rushed home from work, running down the sidewalk. Abner had JUST called her. He told her to hurry up her shift at work, to wait for him on the bed and wear something pretty.

“Shit, shit shit shit shit-” She came up to her apartment, scampering up the stairs and fidgeting with the keys as she unlocked the door. Her black flats flew off her feet and you tried your best to unbutton your shirt as fast as possible.

“God fucking dammit!” She muttered under her breath. Heavy footsteps were coming up the door. She didn’t think he’d be home THIS early, that maybe he would've given her at least 5 minutes. But she guessed not.

The door opened, and Abner walked in. He was wearing a dark blue suit neatly tailored to fit his lanky body. A white button up hugged his torso, along with a tie to match the suit. He looks up at you and freezes in his tracks.

“I’m sorry, i know I’m not ready, just hold on a sec-”

“Stop. In the bedroom, now.”

Her hands slowly moved off her torso. She turned on her heels and made her way to the bedroom, Abner following behind her. Fuck, she thought. She knew she was in trouble. But she was excited because she knew that meant she was gonna get it good and rough, the way she liked it.

She reached the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up slowly only to see Abner’s slight look of disapproval.

“What did I say when I called you?”

“To come home from work early and get ready for you.”

“And why aren’t you ready?”

“Babe, I’ve only been home 2 minutes and I figured-”

“I don’t want to hear any goddamn excuses. Lay down.” He said sternly.

She did as she was told, clenching her jaw. He kicked his shoes off and climbed slowly on top of her. He leaned down so mouth barely grazed her ear.

“Now… will you be good for Daddy? Or am I going to have to teach you a lesson?” He growled breathily.

She nearly felt her pussy quiver. His breath on her neck made every hair on her body stand up. She smiled cheekily.

“Why don’t you find out?”

He lightly slapped her face and gripped her chin. He straddled her and used his other free hand to pin her arm down. He kissed her hard, using his tongue to explore every inch of her mouth. To show her that she was his.

She tried to roll her hips to get some friction. But Abner kept lifting himself so she couldn’t reach his crotch.

“Please please please-” she whimpered. She would do anything for just a little bit of relief.

“Sorry. That’s not how this works, baby.”

He let her face and hand go, and grabbed her waist, and flipped her onto her stomach. He bends back down, gingerly kissing the back of her neck. He pulled down her shirt collar to feel as much skin as possible. He moved back up and ran his hands down her back, stopping at her ass.

“Are you gonna fucking do what I say?” He placed a slap across her ass, then gripped it hard.

“Yes, Daddy, of course, please-”

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, bringing his face to hers.

“Do you promise?” She was nearly going insane, her core was so tight and begging for relief, she was nearly in pain.

“Yes Daddy, ahh- yes I promise…”

“Good. Ass up, princess.”

He shuffles off of her to let her scoot herself up. Her ass was in the air with her legs slightly spread. Abner pulled off her pants and underwear, and used his hand to lift her legs up and take them fully off. He planted kisses on her ass, squeezing her soft body around him. His hands roamed around her hips and thighs, and moved his hands under her. He undid the rest of her buttons, untucked the shirt, and ripped it off of her. All of her skin was now completely exposed to him.

His mouth moved down her back and he eventually made his way back down to her ass. He sucked at the skin right outside of her pussy before running his tongue across her clit.

“Ohh shit- ahh…” She moaned, already close to releasing.

He hummed against her pussy, making sure his tongue gets every inch of her.

“Mmmh… I bet you wanna cum for Daddy. Is that right, baby?”

“Abbie please- I’m gonna cum…keep going-”

He stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, are you telling me what to do?” He slapped her ass, leaving a red mark on her.

“No, no, I just- Daddy, please-”

“Shut the fuck up. I don’t take orders from you. Wait here.”

Abner left the room and she nearly had tears in her eyes. She knew that she was gonna love every second of what he was about to do to her, but she resented that she had to wait for it.

He came back and climbed back on the bed. He had taken off his shirt, blazer, and tie. She exhaled heavily. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass flush to his bulge.

“Ahh! Fucking shit- oh my god-” She nearly screamed. Abner had stuck a vibrator into her without any warning. She didn’t even see it in his hand, she was too busy staring at his exposed torso.

“How’s that? How would you feel if I just left that inside of you, leaving you to squirm while I watch?”

“Ahh- unh… whatever you want, Daddy.” She said in between moans. Her legs were shaking for more relief, but she couldn’t say no because she knew she’d have to wait longer.

“Perfect. Good answer, babygirl.”

She heard him undo his belt. Her pussy was glistening, and she was letting out pornographic moans as the vibrator rubbed against her G-spot.

Giving her no time to adjust, he slammed his cock into her ass, making her scream with a mix of pain and pleasure. His pace was ruthless, pounding into her with no mercy.

His hand reached under her, and he swirled his middle finger on her clit, pressing gently.

“Oh my god- Abbie…” Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white. The pleasure coursing through her veins was nearly unbearable.

“Ahhh- You like that? I bet you do, stupid fucking baby…”

He pulled her into him, using his hips as leverage. He felt his muscles tighten, knowing that he was already close to cumming.

“Do you wanna cum? I bet you do. Would you like to cum?”

“Oh my god, please- Daddy, may I cum p-please? Unhhh- please…” Tears pouring out of her eyes,

“Do it baby, cum for Daddy and I’ll cum with you.”

Her release came, washing over her in waves. Her pussy clenched, she couldn’t even get a sound out. Abner threw his head back in pleasure, letting out a pornographic moan. He shot his cum deep into her, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic.

As they both came down from their orgasm, he slowly pulled out of her. She shivered a little as he did.

“Abbie, take the vibrator out- ahhh fuck-” Now that she reached her climax, the vibrator was way too much for her to handle.

“Oh shit, sorry sorry sorry-” He pulled out quickly and she exhaled in relief.

“Do you need anything, honey? I know I was a little rough today.” he said softly.

“Actually if you just lay here with me and cuddle, that would be nice.”

“Of course, whatever you need.”

She loved him so much. He never failed to make sure she was comfortable after having intense sex.

“Thank you baby.” She whispered.

[aminiatureworld]

Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

[highlifeboat]

A concept: Bela overhears her sisters talking to her mother about how clingy she is.

Cassandra and Daniela really don’t mean it personally, but their words sound so harsh in Bela’s sensitive ears. Her sisters are just discussing the things they’ve seen with Bela’s neediness, expressing that it’s concerning, and when Alcina reluctantly agrees that, yes, it can be a bit much at times, Bela shatters. Her sisters were one thing, but her mother...

Realizing she had to do something, Bela starts to pull herself away. She doesn’t eat or sleep; she only showers or bathes in frigid water, leaving her skin sore, ashy, and riddled with blisters; she barely leaves her room; and worst of all: she starts talking back to Alcina.

That last thing is what REALLY concerns everyone. And Bela hates doing it, but she feels the need to distance herself from her mother, and this is the only way. It’s better for everyone if she loosened her ties with them.

Eventually, Bela’s attitude gets so bad that Alcina finally snaps at her, and it hurts Bela more than she was expecting. She had been trying to prepare herself for the pain, but it still came to her like a knife in her stomach.

(Hurt no comfort)

She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. It wasn’t something she would normally do. After all, she’d never want her sisters to listen in on one of her private conversations, especially with their mother, and in truth she hadn’t planned to stick around. But when she heard her name mentioned it seemed to make her pause. They were talking about her. Why? What had she done? Was she in trouble? Bela’s mind raced with possibilities, and pressed her ear against the door so she could hear a little better.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Cassandra’s voice asked. “How… clingy she is?” Bela swallowed. Clingy? She wasn’t clingy. Well, maybe she could be. A little. “How she always wants to be around you? How much she seems to care what you think about her?”

“Yeah, and the lengths she goes just for a pat on the head.” Daniela’s voice agreed. “I’ve seen her go days without sleep trying to impress you with something. It’s not normal.” Not normal? Bela shifted. “And she’s been like this forever! It’s really weird.”

“And a little creepy.” Cassandra added. “Like, I know we were all attention seekers at first but even you have to think this is out of control, right? We aren’t crazy for thinking that.”

Bela heard her mother sigh, her teeth starting to grind together. “Bela can be… overbearing at times, yes….” The blonde sunk her claws into the door as her heart seemed to stop. “And it is a little odd.” Odd? “If I knew how to help her I would.” Help? Mama thinks you need help? That you’re odd? Overbearing? Not normal?

Bela felt tears in her eyes and rushed as quietly as she could away from the door and the conversation on the other side. Her sisters were one thing. Their complaints still tugged at her heart, of course, but they had been teasing her for years. But her mother? Her own mother thought she was overbearing? She didn’t understand, she thought she was doing everything right. Did Mother not like when she went the extra mile for her? Did she not like that she followed everything she said? Bela pulled her hair. No, she had to do something. She would gain her mother’s love back, and show her sisters she wasn’t “clingy”. She could change. Or, at the very least, try to.

That was probably where the downward spiral started.

She started off small. Putting no more into her work than necessary, and slowly lessening the time she spent around her mother and sisters. At first they had seemed a little impressed with her new found ability to say “no” to them, even if it was eating away at her internally. But her sisters were happy with her, and even their mother seemed content with her new attitude. That was all she wanted. But it was keeping her up at night.

When she sat alone in her room, the wind howling outside her window, it felt like torture. Her mind raced, some parts telling her how useless she was becoming, and others reminding her this was for the best. It was nothing but a constant whirlwind of conflicting ideals that rang in her ears no matter how hard she tried to make them stop. She’d even started losing her appetite, the stress of it all twisting her stomach into a terrible knot that refused to keep food anymore. She did eat in front of her family when they were gathered at the dinner table, if just to act like everything was fine, but she always purged it afterwards as if her body was rejecting it. Every part of her body was blistered, and ashen, and terribly raw from freezing showers, even the usually soft fabric of her dress was beginning to feel like sandpaper. Headaches came often, and felt like they lasted for days, and in private she would writhe and cry on her bed from the bouts of pain that were plaguing her being. It was becoming unbearable. But her sisters were happy, and her mother was happy. And that was all that mattered, wasn’t it?

Or, they had seemed happy up until Bela started back talking to her mother.

She didn’t know if it was the constant pain, the hunger, or the fact she always felt on edge, but her mother’s voice was starting to grate on her ears. It had gone from simply saying “No” to certain requests, to sarcastic comments she’d picked up from Cassandra, to down right snapping back at her mother for making comments to her. And it was killing her more than any of the pain she put on herself. The way her mother looked at her. The sadness that turned to concern. It twisted her heart with guilt. But this is what they wanted right? No more clinging to mommy? Bela wanted nothing more than to apologize and hug her mother, but she kept holding herself back. You don’t want to be overbearing. Mother wouldn’t like that. Walk away. Walk away. There didn’t seem to be any way for her to win this internal battle with herself.

And then they had a fight.

She couldn’t remember what had started it. If her mother had simply asked her something, or if she’d made another comment on her recent behaviour, or if she had just looked at her the wrong way. All she knew was that she’d stood from her seat and sparked the argument. She told her mother to stop trying to pry into her life. That she didn’t want her help. That she just wanted to be left alone. That they were all stressing her out. That she hated her sisters. That she hated her.

Bela said she hated her mother. To her face.

Her sisters froze, having come to see what the yelling was about, and the look on their mother’s face made Bela want to dissolve into the floor.

“I-I didn’t-” She jumped when her mother interrupted her.

“That is enough!” She snapped, and Bela’s entire body went rigid. “Young lady, I don’t know what has gotten into you these past weeks, but the way you have been acting is completely unacceptable! I have had enough of your attitude, and I will not be spoken to in such a manner by my own child!” She raised her hand to make a gesture, and Bela thought she was going to be struck. And you would deserve it, wouldn’t you? “I would expect this from Cassandra, maybe even Daniela, but not you!” She crossed her arms. “I’m very disappointed in you, Bela!”

The words cut into her so much worse than she thought they would. Bela had prepared herself for this, knowing her mother wouldn’t put up with her act forever, but to have it actually happen made it feel like her guts were getting ripped out. To be called a disappointment, it took the air from her lungs and strangled her with it. She couldn’t breathe properly, her heart was pounding in her ears. She hates you. Doesn’t want you here. She hates you! HATES YOU! HATE HATE HATE! Bela’s vision started to blur with tears, and, at a loss for what to do, she did the only thing she could think of.

She ran.

"BELA!"

Her mother called for her to come back, but she only ran faster. Through the castle halls, down the stairs, past a group of surprised and frightened maidens, and finally out of the castle’s main entrance and into the cool night air. It burned her skin, but she just kept going, out past the Duke’s cart and into the Vineyard, until her foot caught on loose rock and she fell face first into the hard ground. After that she couldn’t push herself up. Too sore, too tired, too hungry, too cold. So she did the only thing left she could do. She cried.

She cried, and screamed, and pulled at her hair. She curled in on herself, claws sunk into her scalp as if she were trying to rip out her brain. Her mother hated her. Her sisters probably hated her, too. She hated herself. Everything hurt. She just wanted it to stop.

She wanted her mother.

“MAMAA!” The wail tore from her throat before she had a chance to stop it. She certainly had the audacity, didn’t she? Mother wouldn’t rescue her. Not after that horrid display. “Mama….” It felt like her skull was splitting open. She didn’t deserve to see mother. To be held in her arms and cradled. Not after the way she’d acted. “I’m s-sorry….” It was far too late for apologies wasn’t it? Bela choked on her tears as her vision blurred and distorted. She felt terribly light headed. “M-M-Mommy, please… Please help me….”

[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession

Chapter 1: The Princess Arrives

Structure. Maybe it was because he was a builder that he liked that word so much. He built structures, he knew how make four walls and a roof that wouldn’t come down on anyone’s head, he knew how to build a seat that wouldn’t give out under anyone’s weight, and he knew how to maintain it all and make it last. The small world he lived in demanded order and structure for everyone’s well being. Without it they would be sleeping on the ground, starving, and losing their minds. And if one cog in that machine didn’t turn as it should it affected every other part. Yes, the Glade had to be a well oiled machine functioning everyday as it should.

Thankfully there were no outside forces that tried to thwart that. The doors opened in the morning, they closed at night, and the box came every month. You could tell time by the Glade and its unchanging rhythm. After three years Gally knew it like his own heartbeat. He knew the answer to every problem that could crop up in his bit of the machine. He was good enough to be the Keeper of the builders at least. Maybe that’s why it hit him hardest of all.

Box day came like all the others before it, predictable and precise. But then the heart of the Glade skipped a beat and Gally’s own did too for the first time. Because in that box was something they would never recover from.

A girl.

That was the worst thing that ever could have come up in the box. The boys would lose their minds, they’d become distracted and competitive and the machine of the Glade would come to a rusty, grinding halt. Gally could see the writing on the walls: this was going to be bad.

She wasn’t awake, she was laying there almost peacefully and all the gladers remained eerily and unexpectedly silent, like they were waiting for someone to jump out and say it was all a joke and take her away, or if they stared at her long enough the mirage would fizzle out and it actually would be a boy like it was supposed to be. Alby and Newt carefully lowered themselves into the box so they wouldn’t startle her and Newt hesitantly checked for a pulse, letting out a breath as he nodded to say she was alive. Gally ran a hand over his mouth, feeling anxious but not wanting to look it.

She woke up slowly from a sleep she didn’t know she’d fallen into. Her eyes stared straight up at the sky before they started to focus on things like Newt and Alby and a whole crowd of boys looming above her. Gally waited for the scream, for the crying, shuck, even boys had screamed and cried when they came up. But she didn’t. She tried to sit up and winced, placing her palm over her eye and rubbing like her head hurt.

“You’re okay,” Newt said to her from where he knelt beside her.

“Do you remem-“ Alby started to ask her but was silenced by her holding up one finger.

“Just… give me a minute,” she requested as she pressed both palms to her forehead and brought her knees up toward her chest.

“Sure, no rush,” Newt assured her softly, earning a small glare from Alby who was more impatient and less coddling than him.

“Enough gawking, if you’re not a keeper get back to work,” Alby ordered the boys standing around whispering to each other and stifling giggles behind their fists.

Gally narrowed his eyes and shook his head at them. Weak willed hormonal morons. They were all shucking doomed. Slowly the boys began to shuffle off, the ones catching Gally’s glare wiping the smirks from their faces and moving even faster. He sighed to himself knowing their work was going to suck if it got done at all.

Gally stood around with the other keepers, his arms crossed as they all waited for whatever would happen next. The girls hands came away from her face and she held one out in front of her, seeing the tremors running through it and making it shake before she clutched her knees and took a deep breath.

“Okay… now, what?” she sighed, looking up at Newt and Alby, her eyes squinting in the sun.

She was cute, of course she was cute, she couldn’t ruin their lives if she wasn’t cute, Gally thought to himself as he looked away from her.

“Do you remember anything?” Newt asked her nicely.

She zoned out on the middle ground ahead of her and let a breath out through her lips. “Water is wet, the sky is blue, that kind of stuff. I can’t even remember my name,” She said, her shaking hands pushing her hair back from her face as that realization set in.

“It’s ok, it’s alright,” Newt did a good job of keeping her calm. “That happens to everyone who comes here. Sad to say that’s normal. Most of us eventually remember our names at some point though, so don’t worry too much.”

“So if I were to ask you where we are and why we’re here you wouldn’t even know?” she asked as she turned to him, causing him to rock back on his heels a little bit.

“Unfortunately that is correct,” Alby spoke up, earning her attention. “But we will tell you everything we do know, starting with the fact that… you’re the very first girl to come here in three years. So we kind of have a lot to talk about.”

She squinted up at him for a beat before asking “Am I dreaming?”

“I bet you would think being the only girl in a crowd of boys would be a dream,” one of the other keepers said, drawing those eyes of hers to him.

“Nightmares are dreams too,” she pointed out.

Gally felt the corner of his mouth twitch like he might have chuckled at that.

She got out of the box on her own, climbing onto a drum of drinking water and then the rest of the way. Alby and Newt took a hand to get out and Gally figured the girl wasn’t keen on being touched just yet if ever. They let her have her way. They set off for the gathering room, the girl carefully encircled by the keepers to either keep her from running off or keep anyone from running up to her. Alby yelled for someone to go unload the rest of the box and the girl flinched.

She wasn’t as short as Gally expected a girl would be, but of course she was a lot shorter than him. At least not all the boys were that much taller than her which might tip things in her favor slightly if anything were to happen. Gally would have to pay attention to how intimidating he was now. It was never an issue with the boys, it was quite essential in fact. If they weren’t a little scared of someone then nothing would get done. But just looking at her he could tell that he absolutely could overpower her without breaking a sweat, and she would most definitely put that together too, so he had to make sure he never gave her a reason to think he actually would.

They started the gathering with the basic Greenie intro to the Glade. This was usually handled by one person who took the greenie on a tour around the Glade, but this was not the usual greenie. Gally was actually glad she was out of sight of the boys who were supposed to be working.

He rested his elbows on his knees to keep his leg from jumping nervously as Alby and Newt explained the basics and each keeper explained what they did. Gally kept his eyes down, unintentionally staring through the spot where her feet were. As the builder he was running through all the work he would have to do, he’d have to build a safe place for her to sleep and wash up, how exactly was he going to do that, he’d never had to do that before. When Alby called his name he was almost startled. He looked around and found everyone looking back at him, including the girl. It must be his turn.

“I’m in charge of the builders. Pretty self explanatory,” he stated, holding her gaze for as long as he could manage. It wasn’t long.

“You’ve been surprisingly quiet, Gally,” Newt pointed out, looking at him curiously.

Gally didn’t like the attention. “Well, I am the one who has to do the most about this situation,” he pointed out. “Yes, she needs her introduction to this place, but while you’re telling it to her I’m sitting here thinking of how I’m going to build a safe place for her to sleep and to wash up. I’m thinking up the plans now so I can get to work first light and just maybe she’ll have a place to sleep by sundown tomorrow. So what are we going to do for her tonight?”

Alby pinched the bridge of his nose as his face scrunched up, realizing that they had lot of work ahead of them. When Gally had finished his rant he thought the girl was sitting a little smaller in her seat.

“The gardening shed,” Newt blurted. “Remember the time the rakes fell over? We couldn’t get in, you had to take the door off. There’s no windows either. It’s not the best accommodations but on short notice at least it’s a place where no one can get in.”

Gally had started nodding, remembering exactly what Newt was talking about and it was a good idea, at least for one night. “We’ll move out some of the tools and put a cot in,” Gally thought aloud.

“She can take mine,” Minho volunteered.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you running tomorrow?” Newt pointed out.

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged. “Maybe one of the other runners will let me use his cot, but I can’t volunteer anyone else’s but my own. Besides, it’ll be one night, two tops with Gally working on it.”

Gally was surprised to hear him say something vaguely nice about him. But most of all he was planning, drawing blueprints in his mind of the safest, most anti-boy structure he could possibly make. He was going to put the Princess in the tower.

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Possession Masterlist

[elentiyawhitethorn]

When Passion Rules the Game | Part Three

CW: minor NSFW, language

Part Two//Part Four//Masterlist//2759 words

The rest of the week was pure torture. Rowan’s position in the company, right underneath her, made it hard to avoid him, and Aelin was frustrated as hell by the time Friday rolled around. Once she was out for the weekend and she didn’t have to worry about being yelled at again for being tardy the next day, she headed to a bar. Aelin needed some release after the shitstorm that had been Rowan Whitethorn.

It was even more crowded than it had been on Monday night, people on every side of Aelin. This wasn’t some classy, upscale establishment, it was a dirty, overflowing shithole that Aelin frequented both because there was less a chance of her recognizing anyone, and because she liked it here.

Aelin sipped from her drink, eyeing the people around her. One man, blond and cheerful, met her gaze, and she smiled seductively. Aelin had turned flirting into an art form. It was a rare night indeed that she went home alone.

The man made his way over. “Hello, darling.”

Aelin smirked. “Hey.”

And so it began.

Five minutes later, Fenrys, she had discovered, had his hand resting on her hip, while her own hand was trailing along his arm. He had asked her name, and she told him Celaena, the name she often gave people she met in this scenario. It would have been even more embarrassing had she falsely identified herself to Rowan, she thought, before she could help herself. Then she tried to stop thinking about him.

Before she could ask Fenrys if he wanted to get out of here and help her drown out the roaring in her head—the contemplations of Rowan—something caught her eye. Or rather, someone.

Leaning against the wall and speaking to a tall, pretty brunette was Rowan.

Aelin managed not to gasp out loud, deciding that she needed to quietly extract herself from the situation. Yes, that was the plan. Make an excuse to Fenrys and get out. It was simple. Until Rowan looked her way.

His eyes widened upon seeing her her; not that either of them really had any right to be surprised. They both knew the other enjoyed spending time here.

Mentally cursing herself, Aelin debated what to do. She definitely couldn’t talk to him, nor could she keep staring at him forever. She would still have to leave and hope he didn’t bring it up at work. But was there really any point in turning down Fenrys when Rowan now knew what she was up to?

“Are you okay?”

Aelin snapped back to Fenrys, who was watching her with concern.

Aelin hesitated. “Yeah, my friend is calling me over. I need to leave.” They both knew it was a lie, but Fenrys seemed too nice to call her out on it. Feeling bad—and feeling she was missing an opportunity—Aelin flashed her best smile and added, “Maybe next time, if I ever see you around here again.”

He grinned and said, “Maybe.”

Then Aelin left from her spot at the bar and headed away, the easy smile evaporating from her face as she hurried toward the door. She didn’t dare look to where Rowan stood.

She made it five steps out the door before she heard Rowan call, “Aelin! Wait!”

She stopped but didn’t turn around. “You shouldn’t be approaching me outside of work. It’s inappropriate.”

“It’s—” Rowan started, sighing in exasperation. Aelin turned toward him to find the man running a hand through his hair stressfully. “Aelin, I—”

“Miss Galathynius!” Aelin yelled. She hadn’t meant to scream at him; after all, he was in just as bad a position as she was. But hearing her name on Rowan’s lips was too much for her.

Rowan winced. “Miss Galathynius. I’m sorry. I just felt we needed to clear the air.”

“There’s no need to do that, Mr. Whitethorn. I told you just to forget about it.” Aelin crossed her arms, trying to block the cold breeze. She was wearing a green dress held up by thin straps. It dipped low in the front and the back, and it was fairly short. It was why no one recognized her. It was also why Aelin felt so underdressed in front of Rowan, who was wearing jeans and a button-up shirt.

“You say that, but ignoring what happened obviously isn’t going to make this any better. We can hardly speak to each other without wincing.”

“So what?” Aelin hissed. “It will get better eventually.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Aelin just stared at him, wondering what to do. She had never before been in a position like this.

“I understand that you don’t what to acknowledge what happened between us, I really do get it, but I’m in a bad position here, too. I work for you for fuck’s sake. Other people would have fired me by now, and to be honest, I don’t know you. I don’t know how secure my job is.”

Aelin blinked at that. She hadn’t thought about how much this was affecting him. Mentally cursing herself for not bothering to wonder how Rowan was managing, she said, “I won’t fire you, I promise. Not for anything to do with this, anyway.”

Rowan smiled slightly. “Why don’t you come back to my place? Not to do anything,” he added hurriedly. “Just to talk. You look freezing out here. I won’t make a move, I swear.”

Aelin hesitated. She believed him, but she didn’t know if she would be able to stop herself from making a move. And now that she was aware of what a precarious position he was in, she didn’t want to do anything like that. Intentions aside, anything she did to him would be sexual harassment, plain and simple.

But Aelin was not that kind of person. She could manage to restrain herself for this reason, at least.

“Sure,” she told him, because they really did need to talk.

They had taken a taxi to Rowan’s apartment last time, and they did the same now. That night they had been so close, their legs pressed together, his hand possessively gripping her thigh. Now Aelin stayed well to her side of the seat, staring out the window in silence. The few times she glanced over, Rowan was doing the same.

Once they arrived, Rowan ran his hand through his short locks some more, something Aelin was beginning to realize was a nervous habit of his. He led her up to his place, then flipped on some lights and gestured for her to sit on the couch.

The apartment was just as bare as it had been last time, boxes still littering the floor. Rowan must not have had any free time to unpack yet.

“Thanks,” Aelin muttered when he passed her a jacket from the table. Apparently he’d noticed she was still cold. It was the first word spoken between then since they’d agreed to talk, but it didn’t break the uneasiness.

Sliding the jacket on gratefully and taking a seat on Rowan’s couch, Aelin sat with her back straight. He took a spot next to her, but gave her plenty of space. Too much, even.

Rowan cleared his throat. Then waited a few moments. It seemed that though he felt they needed to talk, he wasn’t sure what to say. Aelin decided to break the silence.

“What do you think of me, Mr. Whitethorn?” Aelin asked.

“What do you mean, Miss Galathynius?” They were both acting far too formal. Aelin would typically be calling her workers by their first names and inviting them to do the same, unless she really didn’t like them.

“Does the fact that I hook up with strangers lower your opinion of me?”

Rowan blinked. “Of course not. I do the same thing, remember?”

“Most people, should they find out, likely wouldn’t acknowledge that fact. Women are often held to a different standard.” Aelin pulled the jacket tighter over her body.

A pitying look crossed Rowan’s face. As much as Aelin was relieved he wasn’t arguing that fact, she did not want his pity. Still, she kept her mouth shut.

“You’re right. But I don’t think what you do in your free time affects how well you do your job, Miss Galathynius. I’m sorry other people do.”

“Thank you, Rowan. Mr. Whitethorn.” Aelin tried not to blush. She’d been so annoyed when he had called her by her first name, and here she was.

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything about her slip, only raising an eyebrow. “So, we fucked.”

“Yep,” Aelin said.

Rowan nodded. “Now what?”

Aelin laughed. “I don’t know. Short of doing it again I don’t think… um…” She trailed off as she realized what she had said.

“What were you saying?” Rowan asked hoarsely.

Aelin tensed. “Well, I was just commenting on the fact that doing it again would probably relieve the tension. Not that I’m suggesting actually doing it. I was just… joking…”

“Doing it again…” Rowan mused, almost to himself.

Aelin bit her lip. She hadn’t realized how close they had gotten on the couch, only inches apart. When had that happened?

Aelin felt something on her thigh, and she knew without looking down that it was Rowan’s hand. She wanted to be angry, but she suddenly realized her own hand was resting on his chest.

Rowan leaned in, and their breath mingled. It was so wrong, so so wrong. He worked for her—she was his boss. But his hand was so warm and his eyes were so dilated and Aelin couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

The next thing she knew, they were kissing.

This kiss was no less passionate than any of the ones they’d shared that first night. Rowan’s tongue parted Aelin’s lips, darting into her mouth, and she groaned. His hands came to her waist, possessive as ever. There were reasons they shouldn’t be doing this, but Aelin couldn’t think of what they were. All she knew was that Rowan was touching her the way she wanted to be touched and if felt so gods-damn right.

Aelin slipped out of the jacket and climbed onto Rowan’s lap, straddling him. He nipped at her lower lip, drawing out a groan, and tugged her father toward him. She could feel his half-hard cock right underneath her, and she ground down on it, yearning for any sort of friction.

A feral groan left Rowan’s mouth and he flipped them so that Aelin was underneath him on the couch, covered by his enormous frame. She shifted so that her legs were free, then wrapped them around Rowan’s waist. Aelin moved, grinding her hips on him once more, needy for some sort of relief.

Rowan, panting, reached for the first strap of her dress. So that he could pull it down. So that her breasts would be free. So that she could be naked and he could fuck her.

“Wait.”

Rowan paused, weighed the sincerity of her tone, then sat back, letting her up. He didn’t ask her what was wrong. There was no need; understanding shone in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Aelin said, straightening her dress as best as she could. “We both initiated that.”

Rowan nodded. He didn’t ask her for more or tell her it didn’t matter. He just understood, just acknowledged the fact that Aelin wasn’t willing to do this anymore and didn’t argue.

This couldn’t happen. The first time hadn’t been wrong—after all, Aelin hadn’t known what she was doing, even if he had technically been her employee even then. But now… she had worked too hard to let this happen. If anyone found out that a female CEO was sleeping with one of her employees, she would be disgraced and her life’s dream would end in ruin. Sex, even damn good sex, was not worth that.

“I should go.”

Rowan nodded again. “That’s probably for the best.”

“I’m sorry,” Aelin said, mimicking his apology.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Aelin shook her head. “I did, though. I know better than this. As long as you continue to work hard, your job is safe.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Neither was angry. Aelin was pretty sure Rowan was as disappointed in himself as she was with her own actions. She had never been so careless, so rebellious of the rules.

Aelin gave one last nod, then stood and exited his apartment, her mind whirling. So quickly, she had come to her senses and put a firm end to their hungry movements. What if she hadn’t, though? What if she had let Rowan have his way with her, what if he had touched her and fucked her and gods-damn owned her?

Feeling like an idiot for imagining what could have been, Aelin made her way home and got ready for bed. It was late, and she knew that it would take some time for her to get to sleep, as it had all of the past week.

Dorian was gone, having finally grown a pair and apologized to Manon for spilling coffee on her favorite dress. Which meant the house was empty.

The silence was too much for Aelin. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had confidently dirty-talked her the night they’d met, the words he had spoken. When Aelin started remembering how he had kissed her not an hour ago, trailing his hands along her skin, she couldn’t quite stop her own hands from repeating the motions.

Obviously Aelin wasn’t going to be able to forget what Rowan had done with her, and she needed to relieve herself somehow. It wasn’t wrong. That’s what Aelin kept telling herself at her hands moved to her breasts, massaging them. This isn’t wrong, this isn’t wrong.

She was only wearing a t-shirt and panties, and Aelin efficiently stripped, committing to what she was doing. Just this once.

Then Aelin set to work. She let one hand continue playing with her breast, twisting her own nipple. The other moved down her body, caressing the soft skin. Worked up enough as it was thinking about Rowan, and permanently impatient, Aelin plunged two fingers into her entrance.

She sighed in content, beginning to thrust her fingers in and out, working herself. Her own callouses scraped deliciously against her walls, but they weren’t like Rowan’s. None of this was like Rowan.

Wishing that she could have the real thing, instead of some immature fantasy, Aelin finger-fucked herself harder, pretending it was him. The hand on her breast was Rowan’s rough touch, the hand in her pussy was him making her feel good.

Aelin moaned. She could almost hear his deep voice berating her, ordering her what to do. She could almost see him, hovering above her with that smirk, pretending he wasn’t just as turned on as she was.

It was ever so easy to fall over the edge, groaning Rowan’s name. Aelin loathed herself for it, she truly did, but that didn’t make it feel any less good. Her body shook for a moment, but Aelin couldn’t help but think Rowan would have made it better for her.

As soon as she came down from her high, Aelin slipped out of bed. She splashed her face with water in the bathroom angrily, wondering what had happened to her. She was never like this.

Then Aelin pulled on a shirt and some sweats and headed outside. Disregarding the fact that it was the middle of the night, Aelin set off on a brutal pace, jogging along the sidewalk. It was difficult to see with the limited light of the street lamps, but Aelin didn’t care. Hell, if she fell and twisted her ankle, she’d deserve it.

Aelin had been an athlete in high school and college, and with the adrenaline and fury coursing through her veins, her max speed was pretty fucking fast.

It was a long time before Aelin calmed down enough to head back and go inside. And when the time came, she promised herself never to touch herself again while thinking of Rowan Whitethorn. Or to touch him again. Or to so much as admire his chiseled chest, or his structured cheekbones, or his mirthful, full lips…

What had Aelin been thinking? Right, every encounter with Rowan would be entirely professional from now on. She would surely have no issue with that, not after the embarrassment and shame that had stemmed from tonight.

But Aelin’s vow to remain indifferent toward Rowan was about to be tested in more ways than one.

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The Rest of Our Lives Part 2 - Nessian NSFW

Written for Nessian month oranised by @illyrianet using the prompt: After the mating ceremony NSFW

*****

Nesta had almost tuned out from the repeated words of congratulations, the hugs from everyone around her, and she kept reminding herself that these were her friends, her family, she could wait a little longer to get Cassian home. Still, the House stood tall over the city, her little reminder of what was to come, even as Cassian pulled her close to him, resting his chin on her head as he swayed slightly to the music floating through the air. Nesta giggled, and placed her free hand on his shoulder, letting Gwyn's voice guide them through a dance, their first one as a married couple. Even if her friend was still too nervous to be there in person, she had found Cassian a few days ago to record a song onto Nesta's symphonia. She closed her eyes, leaning against him, hardly noticing that the garden had fallen quiet, hardly noticed everyone's eyes on them as she allowed Cassian to lead her through the music. Once the song had finished, switching to another she raised herself onto her tiptoes, but still Cassian had to dip his head to kiss her, earning cheers from all around.

Nesta snorted at Emerie's raised eyebrow,

"Get out of here, you two, no one wants to see that," she teased, and Nesta flipped her off, earning another laugh, but didn't complain when Cassian tugged her through the garden, struggling to keep up behind him,

"Cass! Slow down," she stumbled on the cobbles in her heels, and Cassian simply swept her back into his arms, "Is that your answer to everything?"

"It is tonight."

Nesta looped her arms around Cassian's neck, not once taking her eyes off him as he leapt into the sky, circling round an updraft before lazily gliding over Velaris. She sighed, and rested her cheek against his chest, his closeness, his scent grounding her as he spiraled up, up, up above the clouds before leveling out. Nesta laughed as the wind whipped past her, Feyre's magic holding her hair and make-up in place, so far her promise had held, and she let go with one hand to reach out to touch a cloud, yanking her hand back at the coldness, and laughed again at Cassian's snort of amusement,

"Are we going home or not?" She teased, "Anyone would think you'd want to get back as quickly as you could,"

"We are, but I thought it might be good to go and see Gwyn first, or it'll be in a week's time," Nesta squirmed at the promise in those words,

"A week?"

"Oh yes, I'm not letting any other males near you until my name is the only thing you remember," Nesta flushed, struggling for a comeback, but screamed when Cassian tucked his wings in, diving for the House's balcony. She clung on to him,

"Don't you dare drop me!" She squealed, hiding her face in his neck as the balcony neared, and stayed there when his wingbeats quieted and he stepped forwards, his feet now on solid ground,

"You can look now, Nes," he murmured, and she just smacked his shoulder,

"That's for scaring me," she said, wriggling to get out of his arms, but he just held her tighter, "Are you going to put me down?" He pursed his lips, as if thinking, but grinned,

"No, never."

"I'd think even you would get tired eventually," Nesta chuckled, but didn't complain again, relaxing into his hold, even as he carried her down to the library, finally letting her stand on her own once they reached it. "Hello, Clotho," Nesta grinned,

Hello, Nesta, are you here for Gwyn? She's a few levels down, and desperate to see you both,

"Thank you Clotho," Nesta smiled when Cassian subtly tugged her back against him, as if he couldn't bear any space between them, making Clotho reach again for her pen,

And I wish to offer you both my congratulations, before you become too distracted. Nesta laughed at that,

"Thank you, Clotho, it almost feels like a dream,"

"You sure about that? Want me to prove it's not?" Nesta flushed again at the words, despite knowing that Clotho hadn't heard,

"Not now," she hissed, but couldn't hold back her smile at the thought, it wasn't a dream, not any more. She smiled again at Clotho as she started down into the library, squealing in delight when she saw Gwyn, immediately running towards her and throwing herself into her arms,

"Nesta! You took your damn time coming to see me!"

"Sorry, we got carried away at the party,"

"Carried away?" Gwyn chuckled, "I do hope that's not code for anything,"

"Cauldron no," Cassian huffed at Nesta's words,

"Slightly offended there, Nes,"

"Oh really, did you want to get up to something at the party, with all the other males there to see?" He frowned, and Nesta chuckled, "Thought not," she laughed when Gwyn grabbed at her hand, eyeing her ring,

"Oh it's beautiful," she gasped, "I knew he was getting something specially made, but it really is beautiful, nice job, Cass," she laughed as she offered him a quick hug, but narrowed her eyes once she'd released him, "Have you spoken to Emerie?"

"Yes,"

"What did she say?"

"She threatened to cut my balls off if messed up,"

"Good. I think it goes without saying that I share the sentiment," she chuckled, and Cassian grinned,

"Good gods, what have we created?" But then his gaze leveled at Gwyn, "With all seriousness, I would rather die than let anything hurt her," Nesta rolled her eyes,

"Here come the dramatics," but Gwyn nodded,

"Good. I won't keep you any longer, I know you're both desperate to get alone," she grinned at Nesta, "Go and have some fun," Nesta made to respond, to claim that they weren't that bad, but Gwyn just raised an eyebrow and she relented,

"See you in a week,"

*****

Nesta didn't make it to their bedroom before she hauled Cassian's mouth to hers, stumbling back against a wall, opening at the first brush of his tongue against hers, all the restraint she'd been clinging to all night vanishing when he pushed her harder against the wall. She moaned when he brushed a hand against her cheek, then into her hair, tugging her head back to give him better access. She panted when he pulled back, his hand in her hair holding her still when she tried to follow his movement,

"Cass," she whined, grabbing a hold of his jacket, and trying to tug him back towards her, but he stayed where he was, just staring down at her,

"I love you," he whispered, then kissed her again, gentler this time, less full of need, and he cradled her head as she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck, moving against him as he held her there. She drew her legs up and around his waist, letting out little gasps and moans when he moved from kissing her mouth to her jaw, then her neck, and she cried out his name at the slight bite on her collarbone. She chanted his name again and again, losing herself to feel of him against her, pressing her into the wall, his hand still holding the back of her head, cushioning it when she tossed her head backwards at the pleasure of his mouth on her.

"Cass," she whimpered, "Bedroom, please," she clung on to him, her face buried in his neck, offering little kisses, then more, all while he carried her through to their room, hands rubbing up and down her waist, earning whines and whimpers until he slowly lowered her to the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging it out of the tie he'd pinned it back with, and tugged, hard. Cassian groaned, his gaze fixed on Nesta, her chest heaving, her lips already swollen, the flush spreading from her face down her chest. He kept staring straight at her while she unbuttoned his shirt, sitting up to reach behind him to free his wings, running a finger along the edge of one in her own sinful promise. Later she might only remember his name, but she'd be damned if he remembered anything other than hers. She stood up, shoving him down to the bed with one hand, snorting at his dramatic fall, but squealed when he tugged her onto his lap. She sighed at the heartbreaking gentleness with which he swept his hands up the bodice of her gown,

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, "So, gorgeous," he kissed her cheek, "So brave," another kiss, this time on her jaw, "So strong," a kiss on her neck, and Nesta's hands automatically dove into his hair, holding on as he slowly, too slowly untied the back of the dress, and lifted her up to allow it to fall away, kicking off his pants at the same time before sitting back down with Nesta straddling his lap. Gods, he was everything, and tears sprung to her eyes as she beheld him in that moment, adoration shining in his eyes, she could feel, literally feel his love for her as if it were her own, that new mating bond practically glowing between them,

"I love you," she said, then she said it again, and again, tears slipping down her face as Cassian squeezed her waist, right here, right now, this was real, he was real. It wasn't, had never been 'just sex', but right now, it really meant something more than it ever had, it meant that she  had chosen him, and he had chosen her, even after everything, he had chosen her. She almost couldn't breathe through the blinding joy in her heart, mirrored in Cassian's eyes, "You're my mirror," she whispered, and let herself go when he cupped the back of her neck, tugging her down for another kiss. Her lips parted when he pulled back, and she nestled into him, sitting in silence, his arms around her, happy and content at long last.

Nesta traced the whorls of ink along his chest, his shoulders, but stopped when she came upon something new,

"What's this one? I haven't noticed it before?" She traced the ink over his heart,

"It's new, and it's for you, us, our mating, didn't Feyre ask you what you would want if you were to ever have a tattoo?" Nesta nodded, "What did you say?"

"Wings, like yours," Cassian tugged her against him, running his hands up and down her back,

"You really are an Illyrian now, your own wings and everything," Nesta laughed,

"Really? I thought you had to make a bargain,"

"We did, when we swore our vows, we don't have to keep them, not all mated pairs have them, but I'm keeping mine, it says your name in ancient Illyrian, right over my heart where you belong."

"I've always wanted wings," Nesta chuckled, "I'd be a fool to get rid of it, especially when it's for you," she settled against his shoulder again, "I thought newly mated pairs couldn't get their hands off each other?"

"That's true, but only once they start, when I get inside you, I'm not going to want to stop until we're both exhausted, and neither will you, but I will stop, you know the deal, you say the word and I stop,"

"Well," Nesta grinned, "I can't stop you if you don't start, now can I?" Cassian grinned, flipping her onto the bed underneath him, and pinned her hands above her head. She arched her back, her head falling back, and he swore, finally taking in her lingerie. "Mor took me shopping," she grinned, and Cassian swore again, staring down at her breasts, held aloft by a bra the same color as her dress, pushing her breasts up, but he ignored them, kissing his way down her stomach, and finally released her hands,

"Keep them above your head," he muttered, and Nesta left them there, for now, she'd take back power later, but for now, she just wanted him to show her exactly what a mating bond meant. She squealed when he gripped her panties, pulling them up so that they rubbed against her, and immediately reached down to try to tug him closer, "Do I have to tie you up? Hands above your head," she melted under the command in that tone, the same one he'd used when playing courtier. She lifted her hands again, "Good girl,"

"Please," she whispered, "Please," and Cassian finally pulled her panties away, then her bra, and climbed onto the bed to hover over her. He nudged her legs apart, waiting for a moment, "Cass," she whined, "Yes, c'mon please," no reaction, "Lord Cassian Archeron, fuck me now."

"Oh fuck," he muttered, dropping his head to bite softly at her neck, drawing more moans of delight from her, "You have no idea what you do to me,"

"Show me. Cassian, show me," Nesta tossed her head back against the pillow, he body arching off the bed as Cassian slipped two fingers into her. She forgot the command to keep her hands over her head, grabbing out at his shoulders, and forced her eyes open, watching his face as he slowly curled his fingers, pleasure arcing through her, coiling in her belly. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream at the next movement and she ground against him, dragging his face back to hers.

"Fuck," he muttered again, drawing his fingers out of her, but before Nesta could complain, he'd pushed them into her mouth, groaning at the sight of her swirling her tongue around them, licking the taste of herself away. She lifted her hips as best she could and wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning around Cassian's fingers when he pushed into her, that new mating bond going taut between them. She held his gaze when he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, cradling her head,

"Cass," she moaned, then screamed it when he slammed back in harder, and again. Nesta screamed with each move he made, no matter how small, it was as if everything was intensified, better than usual, and it was almost overwhelming, she'd never felt pleasure quite like this. She grasped harder at Cassian's shoulders, a hand slipping down, and he bucked into her at the first touch on his wings, and groaned her name again and again when she traced the edge. Nesta grinned at the ecstasy in Cassian's eyes, collapsing onto the bed beneath him, moaning his name again, but quickly surged upwards, flipping them over, and crying out as she sank onto him, even deeper than before if that were possible. She rolled her hips, placing both hands on his chest, letting Cassian guide her, his hands on her hips, helping her move, but she leaned down, kissing that new tattoo over his heart, then higher. Cassian moaned her name when she kissed his neck, laughing through her kisses when he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to him as he thrust his hips upwards, then sudden sensation sending her flying into ecstasy, screaming his name as all the tension in her belly released in one wave, continuing as she felt him release into her.

"Nesta," he moaned, "Nesta, Nesta," Nesta could hardly form a thought, didn't need one, in that moment there was just him, just him. She rolled her hips again, moaning louder at the feel of him already hardening again inside her, now she could understand why he'd need a week to be able to face other males, she might need longer to stomach other females being around them. But she pulled off him, and squealed when he flipped her back onto the mattress, moving faster than she'd ever seen him, "Oh no, you fucking don't, I'm not done with you."

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Exhaustion

Part of the Full House series

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Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and non-graphic descriptions of a traumatic birth

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There was something wrong with her. That was the only thought that was circling around her brain on repeat. Emily was exhausted. Bone deep exhaustion that she had never experienced before, not during all her years working at the BAU, or those early days with Ian Doyle when she thought she would be caught out any second. Even when she’d had Ivy, those endless early days of motherhood with her first ever baby, she hadn’t felt like this.

Aaon kept telling her it was normal, that a new baby combined with just how traumatic Audrey’s birth had been would make her recovery drawn out. That on top of that Ivy, who had always typically been a Daddy’s Girl, was suddenly obsessed with Emily, the jealousy of having a new sibling who took so much of her mother’s attention making her cling to her. Tears and tantrums ran high whenever Emily was out of her sight, all but glued to her side at every waking hour.

She knew he was right. She had been there too when the doctor explained that it would take her weeks, potentially months, to completely recover from the birth. It had only been three weeks, still so recent that she sometimes caught Aaron looking at her like she might disappear, like he might lose her.

Emily knows he almost did.

Knowing all of that didn’t help. It didn’t stop the feeling of shame that would crawl up her spine at the frustration she would feel at never having a second alone, despite her own hesitance to ever let the girls or Jack out of her sight. She knew her own anxieties were born out of having her baby ripped off her chest only seconds after she had been placed there, things getting hazier by the second.

She felt over touched. Every nerve on edge whenever tiny hands reached out for her skin. And she was so angry at herself for it.

There was something wrong with her,

Aaron had been hesitant to go back to work, his understanding of how she felt despite her never putting it into words as clear as ever. Emily had encouraged him, knowing that they would have to go back to normal as soon as they could. When he immediately got sent away on a case, one he was now finally on the way back home from a week later, she almost regretted it.

It had been a long week. Audrey had barely been sleeping and was cluster feeding throughout the night, and Ivy wanted to be with her at every possible second. Jack was a saint, helping Emily where he could in distracting Ivy and playing with his sister. He’d even brought Emily a cup of tea at one point a couple days ago when she must have looked particularly drained. He hadn’t done it since, spooked by the way she had almost immediately burst into tears despite her assurances that it was a lovely thing to do.

Jessica had popped round the day before, sympathy on her face and a casserole in hand. Emily knew that Aaron had asked her to check in, and she was grateful for it. Jack was with Jessica today, the boy excited to spend an evening with his aunt. She had offered to take Ivy too, but the way the little girl had gripped Emily’s shirt at the suggestion had made her decline, knowing ultimately it would be worse for everyone if she had accepted.

“Mama.”

Emily turns to look at Ivy. The toddler was sitting next to her on the couch as Audrey slept in the bouncer chair just to the left of them. It was the only place she could get the baby to drift off for any period of time during the day.

“Yes, sweetheart?” She smiles at her daughter, discreetly checking the clock on the wall behind her. Aaron would be home soon, and she was almost more excited to have someone, anyone, else here with the girls than she was to see him.

“Snowman?”

Emily has to stop herself from sighing. Frozen was Ivy’s favourite movie and she had already lost track of how many times she had watched it in the last week.

“Are you sure? We could watch something else.” Emily tries to reason, her usual rule of limiting screen time very much out of the window. She knows it was fruitless when Ivy furrows her brow at her in a way Aaron always insisted was all her.

Ivy shakes her head, her dark brown and unruly curls moving as she did. “Snowman.”

“Ok. Snowman.” She grabs the remote and turns on the tv, not even remembering the last time they had a different DVD in the player.

They get part way through, Emily plotting the death of Olaf in her head as she watches, before Audrey starts to gristle. Emily reaches down to get her, wincing at the sudden movement, still healing from giving birth, as she unbuckles her and pulls her into her arms.

“You’re ok, baby.” She whispers, kissing the top of Audreys head, her dark hair matching her sisters. The newborn almost immediately starts rooting at Emily’s chest and she adjusts her shirt so she can start to feed her.

As soon as Audrey is in her arms Ivy is up against her, standing on the couch as she tries to get as close to Emily as possible.

“Ivy, Mommy just needs a bit of room ok?” She smiles at her eldest daughter, trying to maintain the gentle approach she had always taken with her. “I can cuddle you after I’ve fed her.”

“No.” Ivy says, leaning into her side. “My Mama.”

She has to stop herself from flinching as Ivy’s little hand tangles in her hair.

There was something wrong with her. _______________________

He doesn’t think he has ever been so excited to get home. He had spoken to Emily as often as possible, quick phone calls and texts exchanged to check in on his family. The moment Penelope had told him that they had a case on his first day back after Audrey’s birth his heart had dropped to his stomach.

Emily was more than capable of looking after the kids alone, he knew that, but he was worried about her. He had been worried about her since the second he was left alone in a room holding his minutes old little girl as his wife was rushed away, an emergency taking over what should have been a joyous moment. He could tell something was off, that some part of her was doubting her abilities, but she wouldn’t talk about it, smiling wryly at him whenever he told her how fantastic a mother she was.

As Aaron walks into the living room he sees his wife sitting on the couch. Their three week old in her arms as she feeds her, their 3 year old standing on the couch cushion pressed up against Emily’s side, her tiny hand wrapped in her mother’s hair as she watches her baby sister eat.

Frozen, Ivy’s favourite movie, is playing on the TV, and Aaron winces as the song about summer floats around the room, making him briefly wonder to himself if the murder of a animated snowman would be considered justifable homicide, given that their toddler demanded they watch it on repeat.

Then Emily looks up and catches his eye, exhaustion rolling off of her in waves, and he pushes any other thoughts to the back of his head.

“Hi sweetheart.”

Her response is a trembling smile, and before she can speak Ivy turns, a wide smile on her face as she looks at him.

“Daddy!”

She doesn’t run to him like she would have only weeks ago, instead staying next to Emily. He scoops her up anyway, kissing the side of his daughter's head repeatedly as she giggles.

“Daddy, stop.”

He does, laughing as he leans down to kiss the top of Emily’s head. He frowns as she flinches, readjusting Audrey as she finishes eating.

“How are my girls?” He asks, settling Ivy on his hip. “I missed you.”

“Missed, Daddy.” Ivy says, eyes focused back on the tv.

‘Oh, Frozen. Mommy’s favourite.” Aaron says, any laugh from his own joke dying in his throat when he sees the very real glare Emily throws his way as she stands with Audrey against her chest, gently rubbing the little girl's back to burp her.

“I’m going to go change her.” She says, attempting to throw him a smile before she heads upstairs.

“Mommy seems grumpy.” Aaron says turning to Ivy, bouncing the little girl slightly to make her laugh, the concern on her own face too much for him to bear.

“Drey cry lots.” Ivy explains, her expression serious.

Aaron nods and kisses his daughter's forehead, settling her back down on the couch. “You stay here ok? I’ll be back in a minute.”

He heads upstairs, following the sound of his wife’s gentle words to their baby to their bedroom.

“Em?”

She turns to look at him briefly, tears shining in her eyes that set him on edge immediately, before she looks back at Audrey in her arms, the baby settling down. Emily flinches when he touches her shoulder, pulling herself away from him and the movement makes Audrey cry again, any progress Emily had made her to calm down gone in a second.

“Damn it.”

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m ok.” She says, sounding anything but. “I just need five minutes where someone isn’t touching me.” Emily says, desperation laced through her voice. He stops himself from walking towards her, from pulling her into his arms and providing the comfort he is itching to give her. “I’m either feeding Audrey, or Ivy is clinging to me like she’ll never see me again. I love them more than I can possibly explain but...” A sob escapes her and she wipes her cheeks. “I am so tired, Aaron. I just need five minutes.”

For a second Aaron isn’t sure what to do. His fingers twitch at his sides, his natural instinct to reach out for her almost overwhelming. Emily and Audrey both crying the only sound in the room.

“Pass her over.” He says eventually, hands reaching out towards her.

“Aaron-”

He smiles at her in an attempt to reassure her. “Come on, sweetheart. You need a break.”

“I can look after my own children.” She says, accusation in her voice.

“I know you can, love.” He steps towards her, careful not to reach out for her like he so desperately wanted to. “But you need some time to yourself, you need to get some rest.”

She nods, albeit reluctantly, passing the baby over as she does, kissing the top of her head as she lets go.

“You only just got home.” She says, wiping tears from her face now that her hands were free. “I didn’t even say hi.”

Aaron holds Audrey to his chest, smiling at his wife. “That’s ok. We’ll be downstairs.” He walks out the room, gently closing the door behind him. He looks at his youngest curled up on his chest and kisses the side of her head. “Let's go see what your sister is up to.” _______________________

When Ivy suggests putting Frozen back on almost as soon as it is finished he manages to distract her. He asks her what they could do instead with only a limited amount of time left before bedtime. Her eyes light up immediately, running off to the room that used to be their den but was now a playroom. The sound of her dragging her dress up box, almost entirely stocked by Penelope, into the living room wakes up Audrey. He picks her up from her bouncer before she can cry loudly enough to disturb Emily, hoping he could give her as much time as possible.

Ivy already has her Elsa wig on, and Aaron already knows where this is going when she pulls out the Anna wig.

“Daddy Anna.”

“I think my head is a bit big.”

Ivy, not put off by her father’s logic, places the wig on top of his head anyway before grabbing some reindeer antlers he had never seen before from the box. She goes to place them on Audrey’s head. He stops her, unable to suppress a smile when she frowns. Emily’s frown.

“Sweetie, no. Audrey can’t be Sven.”

“Drey play.”

“She’s too little.” He says, putting the antlers back down. “But we can play. Just you and me.”

She has Emily’s smile too. _________________

Emily wakes up, rubbing her eyes as she looks at the clock on the nightstand, seeing she’d had about an hour's sleep. That, combined with the time to herself and the quick shower she had managed to fit in had calmed her nerves somewhat. Nowhere near all the way repaired, but enough to settle her back down.

As she sits up in bed she feels an all too familiar ache in her breasts, a sign that Audrey would need feeding again soon, and she runs her hands over her face before she gets up in search of her family.

She can hear laughter floating up the stairs, her husbands mixed in with Ivy’s, her precious giggle warming Emily’s heart as much as it did the very first time she heard it. She pads down the stairs quietly, the socks she had stolen from Aaron dulling the sound of her footsteps. Love blooms in her chest, spreading through her body at the sight that greets her.

Aaron is sitting with a childs wig on his head, one she knows Penelope bought Ivy when she offhandedly mentioned one day how much her daughter loved Frozen. It looks absurd. Tiny in comparison to his size. His sleeves are rolled up and his tie is off, the top couple of buttons of his shirt undone and she can see his jacket folded over the armchair.

She observes him for a moment as he sits patiently listening to Ivy mostly babble to herself, interest in whatever she was saying all over his face. He had Audrey against his chest, the baby looking impossibly tiny up against him, only one hand securing her to him. He was a little thicker now than he was when they first got together, something Derek gently teased him for and called his ‘dad bod’.

Emily loved it and told him frequently. She loved that his embrace engulfed her. That it made her feel safe and secure whenever she was in his arms. She knows he does the same for their children. Has watched as he has soothed nightmares and scraped knees with the calming presence only their family are truly privy to.

She smiles as Ivy passes him a stuffed animal, a dog that she was obsessed with, that had reindeer antlers secured to its head. It’s almost bigger than Audrey, and as Emily watches him with a baby and a stuffed dog in his arms, their toddler excitedly talking at him, she doesn’t think she has ever loved him more. _______________________

They settle Ivy into her bed, both knowing she will likely make it into theirs at some point in the night, and eat dinner together.

Aaron has a quick shower as Emily feeds and rocks Audrey to sleep. She had just laid her into the bassinet on her side of the bed when the door to their ensuite opened, her husband making his way out already dressed in his pajamas. Emily yawns as she climbs into bed, him quickly following. He keeps his distance from her, space between them that they don’t usually allow and she smiles tiredly at him, her words from earlier clearly still on his mind.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asks, his concern for her clear.

“I’m ok, I promise.” She reaches out for his hand, linking their fingers between them. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

He squeezes her hand. “Em, you have nothing to apologise for.”

“I just…” She trails off, shaking her head at herself as tears fill her eyes. “I just don’t want you to think I don’t love them. That I don’t want this.”

“Baby, of course I don’t think that.” He says, his other hand cupping her cheek, thumbing away the tears that have escaped. “I know you love them. I’ve never doubted that for a single second.”

“I’m just so tired, Aaron.”

He finally pulls her into his arms, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when she relaxes into his embrace, her face tucked into his neck.

“You’re being hard on yourself, my love.” He kisses the side of her head. “You had a baby 3 weeks ago. You almost died having her, remember?”

“I know.” She says, sniffing. “I know that. I was there.”

“Then give yourself a break.” He pulls back to tuck some hair behind her ear. He wants to say so much more, to assure her how good a mother she is, how much all of their kids love her, but he knows now isn’t the time. Knows her well enough to know she will assume he is simply just saying it. “We should get some sleep.” He kisses her softly. “She’ll be awake soon enough demanding your attention.” He says, tilting his head towards the bassinet.

They settle down, her facing the bassinet with her back to him. Aaron wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer so her back is pressed against his chest.

“You make a good Anna.” She quips as the image of him earlier with Ivy making her smile and it makes him laugh.

“Ivy gets more and more like you every day.” He says, pressing his lips to her temple. “I just hope she uses her attitude to run a company or something, and not a gang in prison.”

Emily reaches behind her to smack his shoulder in mock offence. “That’s rude.” She sniffs. “She’d run an excellent gang.”

She can feel herself falling asleep, the ever present exhaustion taking over.

“Em?”

She hums her response, turning her head just enough for his lips to land on her cheek.

“If you could kill Olaf how would you do it?”

She laughs. “I love you so much.”

The last thing she hears before she drifts off is him how much he loves her, how much he loves their family. _______________________

When she wakes the bed is empty, as is the bassinet and she immediately panics, fear lancing through her as she sits up quickly. She shakes off the lightheadedness caused by her sudden movement and takes a deep breath, logic taking over as she calms herself.

Emily pulls a robe on and walks downstairs, the light from the living room illuminating the hallway. She smiles when she sees Aaron sitting and holding Audrey in the crook of his arm, a bottle she had pumped earlier in the day in his hand as he fed her.

“Did I not get an invite to this party?” She asks quietly, not wanting to wake up Ivy upstairs.

Aaron turns to her and grins before looking back down at the baby. “Is Mommy allowed to join us?”

Audrey makes a small noise that makes them laugh and Emily walks over to join them on the couch.

“You could have woken me up.” She says, leaning forward to stroke a finger over Audrey’s dark hair.

“I know.” He leans forward to kiss her head. “You needed the sleep.” She opens her mouth to say something but is interrupted by a door opening upstairs, and the sound of little feet down the hallway and stairs.

Emily groans slightly. “It’s like she has a radar for where I am.”

Aaron only has time to laugh in reply for Ivy is downstairs, climbing onto the couch with them and into Emily’s lap.

“What are you doing up, little miss?” Emily says, tapping the toddler on the nose, making her giggle. “You should be sleeping.”

“Snowman?”

Emily shakes her head. “No, Ivy. It’s too late to watch it now.” She pauses, and bites her lip as she suppresses a smirk. “Daddy said he’d watch it with you tomorrow though.”

The look Aaron throws at her over their daughter's head makes her laugh, and for the first time in over a week, probably since Audrey was born if she was honest with herself, she knows everything is going to be just fine.

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Velvet sheets // Draco Malfoy

A/N: This is a request I got a few days ago. It’s straight smut, like there’s no plot. Also it’s my second smut so sorry if it’s not very good. Regardless, I hope you enjoy! [Masterlist]

Summary: Smut with no plot. Top! Reader x bottom! Draco.

Waring(s): Smut, swearing

Word Count: 1.6k

Draco’s attention was pulled away from the potions textbook in his hands by his girlfriend’s soft tap on his shoulder. He lifted his head and flashed her a smile. She looked gorgeous in the natural library lighting.

“Yes, darling?” he asked. She smirked and leaned in towards his ear. Whispering gently, she said, “Meet me in my bedroom in five. Don’t be late.” Her voice was velvety and sensual. It caused a shiver to run down Draco’s spine. She slowly took her hand off his shoulder and sauntered off towards the Slytherin common room. He couldn’t help but study the way her hips swayed back and forth as she walked away. It seemed she sensed eyes on her. Without stopping, she threw him a knowing look over her shoulder.

Draco felt his dick twitch in his pants. The adrenaline had already begun to flow through his body. He waited for a few beats before jumping to his feet, studying for his potions quiz, now long forgotten, and hurried out of the library. He made it into the hallway just in time to see Y/N’s heel disappear behind the corner.  

He knew she said five minutes, but Draco didn’t think he could wait that long. His arousal was getting more intense by the second. She’d been teasing him the entire week, and Draco had been a good sport and played along, but he was nearing his breaking point. He forced himself to count to thirty before continuing to follow his girlfriend. When he turned the corner, he saw her. She had her head sticking out from behind a wall. She flashed him a wink before she left. Draco’s heart was pounding in his chest with anticipation for what was to come.

After a couple more corridors and some flights of stairs, he arrived outside the Slytherin common room. He inhaled a breath of air and released it before saying the password. The walls separated, and Draco turned his body sideways to slip inside, too impatient to let the entrance fully form.

When he entered the bedroom, Y/N wasn’t on the bed. She was standing next to it. Draco looked at her with a confused expression on his face. She simply smiled and gestured to the bed. 

“Lay down,” she said firmly.

Draco gulped but did as she said. He took off his robe as well as his shoes and plopped onto the bed. He felt his stomach flip as Y/N silently unbuttoned her shirt and slowly pulled it up and off of her body. Her eyes never left his. She kept her skirt and bra on and then unhurriedly climbed onto the bed. She settled her hips on top of his.

Draco let out a soft groan as she ground her clothed pussy onto his groin. He was practically itching to get himself inside her, but he knew not to test her. It was apparent Y/N was intent on being the top, and Draco wasn’t about to upset her while she was the one in charge.

The temperature of the room was rising with every rub of her crotch on his. The fabric covering both of them was now damp, and Draco’s cock was fully hard. It strained against the front of his school pants. Y/N seemed to notice his predicament and lifted her hips off of him and settled onto his thighs. She pulled down his zipper as well as his underwear, allowing his dick to fly up and hit his stomach.

“Eager, aren’t you?” she teased.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer. I need you,” Draco begged, hoping for once she’d skip the foreplay. His girlfriend gave him a small smile. 

“You’re lucky I’ve been preparing for this all day, just for you,” she said as she pushed her underwear to the side and pulled out an average size dildo. Draco squirmed, as a small gasp fell from his lips. 

“You’re too good to me, baby.”

She giggled, “I know,”  she said as she put the dildo on her nightstand. “Now, let's see what I can do about your situation, shall we?”

She pushed her hair back and slowly lowered her face towards her boyfriend’s stiff cock. She ran her hand up and down the shaft a few times before licking the tip, causing Draco to moan and throw his head backward.

She was relentless as she licked and sucked him. Eventually, she slipped him inside her mouth. Draco’s hips jumped when she did this. “Fuck, Y/N. If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to last.”

His lover paid him no mind. Instead, she pushed her mouth further down until she reached the base of his dick. His thighs were trembling with pleasure. He wasn’t even able to give her a warning before he came inside her mouth. However, that didn’t seem to bother Y/N at all. She sucked him through his orgasm until his juices stopped flowing. Then she pulled off of him with a soft ‘pop’ from her lips. 

Draco was shaking, and his chest was heaving as he came down from his high. His eyes were still shut when he told her, “You’re incredible,” in-between breaths. She replied only with a rub of her hand on his thigh.

Once he’d calmed down enough, Draco opened his eyes propped himself up onto his elbows. He looked up to see that Y/N was bare-chested; her dark purple bra was now on the floor. He felt his cock begin to rise at the sight of her.

“Surely, you didn’t think we were done. Did you, Draco?” she asked him. His heart leaped in his chest. 

Y/N once again wrapped her hand around his dick and rubbed up and down, bringing him back to full hardness. Once he was there, she grabbed a condom from her drawer and slipped it onto him. Then she climbed on top of him and gently pressed her center to his tip. She moaned as she moved her hips back and forth. Draco was still propped up, his gaze unwavering. He couldn’t get enough of the scene in front of him. Her head was tilted to the side, showing off her neck. The look of pleasure on her face was one he had grown to be familiar with. He wanted so desperately to slam his hips upwards into her wet pussy, but he knew he’d get reprimanded, so he willed himself to stay still.

He didn’t have to wait long; soon enough, Y/N began to lower herself further. She let her hips drop down so that his cock was halfway inside her. But then she raised herself back up then, unexpectedly, let herself fall onto him. Draco grunted from the impact. He couldn’t help himself; he sat up and put his hands on her hips. But Y/N wasn’t having any of it. She pushed his hands off of her and lifted herself off of him, causing him to whine needily.

“Have you forgotten who’s in charge tonight? You do what I say. If I didn’t tell you to put your hands on me, then why did you?”

Draco wriggled underneath her desperately. He provided no answer to her question, instead opting to whine again.

Y/N didn’t take very kindly to this. “I asked you a question, Draco. Answer it.”

“Fuck, I just wanted to touch you. Just wanted to feel you,” he mewled. “Please, I can’t take it anymore,” he said with a roll of his hips.

She forcefully grabbed his hips and pressed them into the mattress. “You’re not in control here. Patience is a virtue, baby boy. You’d do good to practice it.”

Her words were harsh, but the longer she looked at her boyfriend, the more her resolve dissipated. She took pity on him and realigned her hips with his. When she lowered herself back onto his cock, he moaned. She felt him twitch inside her as she clenched her walls around him. 

“Please, please, please,” he begged. 

Y/N couldn’t deny him any longer. “Fuck me, Draco. Hard.”

That was all he needed. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust himself up into her. He set a fast and relentless pace, causing his girlfriend to moan loudly. She relished the feeling of him inside her, slamming in and out. Draco was determined to get her to her peak before getting to his. So he made sure to be consistent with his thrusts while also moving his thumb over her clit. He rubbed it gently, a stark contrast from the roughness of his hips. 

“God Draco, fuck! You better not stop,” she demanded.

Draco laughed, “wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Draco took his opportunity to move his hands underneath her bottom. She got the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to have a deeper angle. When he hit that sweet spot inside her, she let out a wail of pleasure. 

“Right there, right there. I’m close,” she warned him.

Draco pulled his cock all the way out of her and slammed back inside. He kept this up until he felt her come undone in his arms. The feeling of her squeezing him brought him close to his high. His thrusts became sloppy, and within a few seconds, he was orgasming right alongside his lover.

When the pair came down from their highs, they laid down on the bed beside one another and caught their breaths. The adrenaline left their systems, and tiredness took its place. When Draco felt calm enough, he sat up and disposed of the condom. He also found his wand and was about to point it at Y/N, but she held her hand up.

“I swear to Merlin, Draco, if you even jokingly cast Scourgify on me, I’ll hex you.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh. Y/N caved and began to laugh along with him. “Come here, you ding-dong,” she said. Draco dove back onto the bed and took his girl into his arms. He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple before pulling the covers over top of them. Sleep took them in minutes.

[writer-akihiko]

Hi!! I know this story is finished and old already but is it ok if you make a ending where the reader ends up with Nobunaga? I kinda want angst in it.. That would be all TY and have a great day. (The story that I'm talking about is "All For Her")

All For Her - Kennyo X Reader X Yandere!Nobunaga [ALT]

PART 1, ACTUAL ENDING

I think I got carried away, but I basically got a wheel to choose some events of this story. This is my personal characterisation of Nobunaga from IkeSen as a Yandere. Actual Nobunaga would not do this; this is my take on how Nobunaga acts as a Yandere.

Warnings: Tragedy, Character Death, Yandere Content and Emotional Manipulation

"You defiled her!" Kennyo roared, unsheathing his staff. He blocked the rampant parries of the Devil King. "And you think that's love."

"Of course," Nobunaga said smugly, dodging Kennyo's swing. "This war…

It's all for her."

~○~

"This will be the last time you hold her, Kennyo."

He roared, howling at the pain of the sword. Kennyo fell to the ground, the stab to his shoulder numbing all of his senses as the blade cuts deep into his flesh.

"Perhaps YN would cast you away if I scar your face once again… Oh… How adorable she'd look to you in horror with the new scars I give you," Nobunaga teased, his menacing tone only edging his sword. "Or, I should kill you right here, and your head should be my bride's present…"

"KENNYO!"

You had come out to the battlefield since more of the injured soldiers could barely make it to the base. Despite of the fact of being on opposite sides, you still treated some of the Oda's soldiers that couldn't reach their own healers. Those with you moved their troops away as you ran to your lover.

Nobunaga pressed the blade further into Kennyo's neck, taunting you to come closer. You kept your distance, but you were horrified at Nobunaga's antics, as his words froze you on the spot. Your body and mind shut down at the thought of Kennyo being harmed. Your blood went cold, and before you knew it you had thrown yourself on top of Kennyo, protecting him from Nobunaga's swinging sword.

"How endearing," Nobunaga smiled at you, his gaze suddenly soft at seeing you. "It's been quite long, my fireball. I knew you'd come running to me."

All the strength left your body as Nobunaga ripped you away from your lover. Your will never left you, but your fear overcame it to the point you couldn't fight against the crazed man that desired you.

The Oda, as usual were efficient in wrapping up the war. Kennyo was arrested and it was claimed as a win for the Oda. The soldiers retreated and Ieyasu cared for the wounded. You'd usually see Hideyoshi and Masamune with grins on their faces, but Hideyoshi was practically expressionless and Masamune's eye only held rage but you weren't sure who it was directed to.

The Oda celebrated their grand victory with a banquet, and the Demon King kept you by his side, pampered and decorated for his eyes only. He kept you in his lap, as your being shifted to the automatic machine it used to be, pouring sake for your obsessed captor.

What sickened you to the stomach was how he announced the banquet.

"With the capture of Kennyo, I sentence him to continuous torture!"

Oh how you wanted to throw up at whoever cheered Nobunaga on...

Eventually, once Nobunaga had gotten drunk, Hideyoshi and Masamune flanked each side of Nobunaga, as Mitsuhide and Mitsunari guarded you. You made no effort to make conversation with the other warlords, for you feared what they might spill to Nobunaga, with the exception of Mitsuhide.

With how everyone was acting, you could only assume Mitsuhide messed with the sake as he was so bold to engage in conversation with you. "Princess, you must be prepared tomorrow."

"Is there something that I missed when I return?"

His voice lowered to a hush, as he explained his intentions. "Nobunaga will find my involvement with your escape. He'd execute me, but it will give you a chance to freedom."

You almost lost your stiff conduct, a drop of sake spilling onto your kimono. Yes, it was true that Mitsuhide was involved in convincing Nobunaga to let you roam to where you were taken by Kennyo, but even by then you weren't sure of his intentions. "Mitsuhide… Why?"

His hushed voiced tickled your ear as he revealed his one intention to you.

"For the woman I love. Even if I don't have your heart, I want you to bask in freedom."

~○~

The next morning's war council came, and there and then, another lower vassal accused Mitsuhide as the traitor that led their beloved Princess to Kennyo's army. The war council this time took a casual turn, as Nobunaga deemed it fit for the ladies of the court to witness the accusation from your balcony. Behind your veil, you shed a tear, sending a venomous gaze to Nobunaga.

You excused yourself from your maids, making your way out of your personal bedroom. Mitsunari should be waiting for you, as he authorised all the guards to be positioned else where. From your knowledge, Ieyasu, Masamune and Hideyoshi were in on Mitsuhide's plan too. Masamune and Ieyasu were to take charge of Kennyo's 'daily torture', while Hiedyoshi was to cause a scene by his natural rage at Mitsuhide betraying his Lord Nobunaga.

Nobunaga raised his fan, quelling the arguments amongst his vassals. "Ah… but wait, Akechi Mitsuhide isn't the only traitor amongst the Oda."

"W-What do you mean Lord Nobunaga?" Hideyoshi, who delivered slightly fake punches to Mitsuhide in his 'anger', stopped as he questioned Nobunaga. "Mitsuhide is always one to do things on his own!"

You raced through every corridor near the tenshu, trying to find Mitsunari in the hallways. Anywhere. Where could he be? Did he get-

The roars of shock from the Oda vassals rang as two guards brought none other that Ishida Mitsunari to the podium of Nobunaga, clearly bruised and beaten.

"A report from the guards came about suspicions of your vassal here to change the guards around the palace," Nobunaga said, as he ordered the guards to drop Mitsunari. "How could I not assume he was acting under your orders, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, you monkey?"

Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi were both apprehended at the hands of their own friends. They were brought to their knees in front of their long time lord, as their heads were pushed down to hang in shame.

"To honour your execution, since you both are great friends," He announced, drawing his pistol from his kimono. "I shall have you both shoot each other until your bodies fall. I'll allow your families to bury your bodies and your next brothers shall carry on your clan's lines."

"Any last words?"

Hideyoshi walked up to his lord he once respected, snatching the gun into his hand. "I thank you for letting me die by the hands of an honorable warlord unlike yourself."

Nobunaga did not hold back his anger as he struck Hideyoshi across the face with his iron-ribbed fan.

"I wouldn't have done this if you returned to the Lord Nobunaga I used to serve," Hideyoshi retorted, taking his stance with the gun pointed at Mitsuhide.

Mitsuhide had nothing to say to Nobunaga, except the silent nod to receive his gun. He raised it to Hideyoshi, saying his last to an old friend.

"Sorry for being a good shot."

"Don't be."

BANG!

You couldn't hold back your tears for Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide. You sobbed into your kimono, your mind being invaded by negative thoughts of your doings being the cause of their deaths. You didn't want this. You didn't want this. If only you had-

"The other two traitors are here!"

The crowd shifted as Ieyasu and Masamune made their way through the crowd, having heard the gunshots. From what you could discern, they were brought there by the jail guards by the orders of Nobunaga's messengers.

"This audience has had enough execution for the day," Nobunaga decided, looking over the three captured warlords under his hand. "However, I might as well give out the sentences now."

Ieyasu and Masamune were not bounded to any guards, but it was clear that they had long accepted their deaths. You wanted at least one of them to abandon you, to give you a sign that you weren't worth the trouble but none of them did. Those three stood their ground, as they face the Devil King himself.

"Ishida Mitsunari, under influence of Toyotomi Hideyoshi shall have a beheading for all to see," He commanded. The scribes were rapid to jot everything down, their parchment wet from the ink and not from the blood seeping into the paper. "Tokugawa Ieyasu and Date Masamune, for assisting the traitors, from this moment our alliance in dissolved. The Oda shall act on their own without your help."

"You shall be sent away. Unfortunately my authority does not reach you."

Masamune scoffed, "I wouldn't want to serve such a stupid warlord anyway."

Nobunaga shrugged it off. "May I meet you two on the battlefield, where I shall have your heads."

"May we have our revenge," Ieyasu said, walking away from the crowd, Masamune behind him.

~○~

Months had passed. Months of staying in this empty shell of yours, made to serve only Nobunaga. Before the last of his days, Mitsunari had requested to play Go with you. You apologised immensely for causing such tragedy, but Mitsunari welcomed you wholesomely. There was no hard feelings as his execution neared, and he advised you to not attend or witness it. You shed tears for Mitsunari, the handkerchief used to catch your tears delivered to Mitsunari's grave.

The day Nobunaga returned from his umpteenth war was as normal as any other day to you. You were sewing mindlessly, as you had no will to greet Nobunaga. He understood that, instead barging into your shared bedroom with familiar cloths around his arm.

He grinned as he noticed you recognise the band of cloth around his arm. "Ah, a parting gift from Ieyasu and Masamune before I took their heads. They consented to it as well, but you're not allowed to bring it around-"

"I hate you. I hate you, I HATE YOU!" You screamed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I don’t mind firecracker," He said, his grip starting to feel painful at your wrist. "You see, I didn't care if those five were traitors or not. It was my luck that they fit into the narrative."

He continued, soothing your cries. "I was only getting rid of anyone who held your attention. I was drunk at that banquet but I still loathed how they befriended you so easily… I did it for you…

It's all for you."

[buckyshairstylist]

Elphaba let out a shaky breath as she covered Fiyero with a thick blanket, her eyes filled with tears. The spell had worked — Fiyero was human again.

The downside? Neither one of them had anticipated the pain that it caused him. Fiyero had screamed and writhed for an hour, Elphaba murmuring the same words over and over again, until finally he changed back to a human and immediately passed out. Maybe it was his exhaustion overtaking him, she didn’t know.

What she did know was that he hadn’t slept well since he became a scarecrow. And now that he was human again, she kept watch over him, just to ensure it wasn’t something temporary and they’d have to start all over again in their search for a spell to remedy what she’d caused in her desperation to save him.

“It’s fine, Fae,” he’d told her shortly after they had moved to the Vinkus. They had been promised solitude and Fiyero’s parents — who were two of the sweetest people Elphaba had ever met — had promised that no one would know their whereabouts.

“I don’t mind being a scarecrow. And I wouldn’t have minded if it had ended the other way.”

She always noticed how he avoided saying that he very well could have died. Fiyero was smart; he knew how to word things and get his point across without actually saying what he meant. And so, when an uncomfortable subject arose, Fiyero tried to take control of the situation and always managed to change the subject within five minutes.

Elphaba gazed down at him, a single tear falling onto her emerald skin as she pulled her fingers through his light brown hair. She had missed this. She had missed the sweet moments — playing with his hair, having him play with her hair, teasing him over his rosy cheeks when he’d been out in the cold too long, or having him grasp her hand and hold her close when she needed him to.

And while Elphaba was grateful the spell had worked and kept him alive, she had missed Fiyero being human. After all, they had reunited after being apart for two years, had ran off into the woods together, only to be separated again merely hours later. Elphaba had never been so grateful for her magic as she was in the moment she discovered that her spell had worked and Fiyero had been saved.

Fiyero had been a lot calmer than she’d expected about the entire ordeal, had even laughed when she told him that she would eventually find a way to turn him back. He’d waved it off, promising that it didn’t bother him much.

“Fae?” Fiyero croaked, turning his head toward her, his eyes barely opened, showing slivers of his blue irises.

“Yero,” she smiled softly, caressing his cheek. “How do you feel?”

“I think I’ve been hit by a cart. No, maybe it was a train. Train car. I was hit by a train car.”

Elphaba couldn’t help herself — she laughed. Fiyero, who was slightly more conscious than he had been a second ago, stared at her in bewilderment.

“I’m sorry, love, I’m sorry,” she chuckled. “You haven’t been hit by a cart, or a train, or a train car. It worked, Yero. It worked!”

Fiyero slowly lifted his left hand, his eyes widening when he realized that it was indeed a human hand. He sat up, throwing the blanket off and scrambling toward the mirror. He hesitantly brought a hand up, touching his face, letting out a breath as he gazed at his reflection — his human reflection — for the first time in months.

“Sweet Oz.”

Fiyero spun on his heel to face Elphaba, his eyes filled with disbelief and joy as he crossed the room, bending down and kissing her sweetly.

“I missed that,” he whispered as he pulled away, earning a breathless chuckle from her.

“So did I.”

“So… this is going to sound strange—“

“Everything you say sounds strange, Yero. What makes this any different?” she teased, earning an unamused look.

“I don’t remember what happened. Would you like to fill me in on that or are you going to keep it to yourself?”

“Well… we started it and it caused you a lot of pain. I’m pretty sure you screamed until you became human again — which took about an hour, by the way — and you’ve been sleeping ever since then.”

“Oh,” Fiyero blinked. “I… don’t remember any of that.”

“Maybe it’s best that you don’t.”

“Maybe…” he agreed softly, wiping the stray tear from her face. “How long was I out?”

“Just a couple of hours. I think you need to get back in bed. The adrenaline won’t last forever, and Oz knows what will happen when you have an adrenaline crash. You haven’t been human for months, Fiyero, please—“

“What are you so scared of?”

Elphaba stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes gazing into his blue ones. Eyes that sparkled with joy and concern, the two emotions somehow mixing and making Fiyero’s eyes shine brightly.

“I’m not entirely sure if it’s worked yet,” she admitted, hanging her head. “For all I know, it could be temporary and we have to start over again.”

“Is that all?” Fiyero sat down beside her, letting her lean her head against his shoulder. “Oz, Fae, you had me worried it was something serious. I don’t give a twig if we didn’t find the right one — I’m human now and that’s what matters. If it’s not right, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now, let’s enjoy this, hm?”

A comfortable silence befell them, Fiyero combing his fingers through Elphaba’s raven curls and allowing his fingertips to brush against the back of her neck. The silence lasted for all of forty-five seconds before Fiyero began to giggle with glee, putting Elphaba in mind of a small child.

“I can feel again, Fae!” He smiled brightly at her, shifting slightly. Elphaba lifted her head, allowing him to caress her face, then grasp both of her hands. “I… it feels amazing to be able to feel things again.”

“I’m glad,” Elphaba mumbled, observing him. She was certain that she’d never seen him look so overjoyed. “And I’m sorry. For everything.”

“What? For the scarecrow thing? I’ve told you before, Elphaba, I don’t mind that I ended up being a living scarecrow. You saved my life.”

“Not just that,” she shook her head. “I never meant to bewitch you. Or whatever I did. And I never intended for you to come with me when you and the other guards came in. I didn’t intend for you to think about the day in the clearing with the lion cub before I left for the Emerald City. There were a lot of things that happened that I didn’t want to happen, things that I didn’t intend to happen.”

“You didn’t bewitch me,” Fiyero rolled his eyes. “And I am fully aware that you never meant for any of the other things to happen. Those are on me, not you. Of course, if you’d been mad at me when you got mad at the rest of the class, we probably wouldn’t have had the day in the clearing, and we — well, I wouldn’t have realized that I love you.”

“You didn’t realize that until after I didn’t come back,” Elphaba reminded him.

“That’s beside the point.”

“It’s literally the only point, Fiyero.”

“Whatever,” Fiyero waved it off. “Come lie down with me. I want to hold you.”

Elphaba sighed and nodded, unable to deny him his request. How could she when he was glowing with the elation he felt? Fiyero was happy that he could feel again, so of course, one of his first thoughts is to hold her like he did every night.

Lying beside him, Elphaba turned onto her side, tucking her face into the crook of his neck. Fiyero wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his nose in her hair.

“I missed this.”

“You still held me,” Elphaba countered, waiting to see what his response would be.

“But I couldn’t feel it. I couldn’t feel anything when I was a scarecrow. I like being able to play with your hair or rub your back. And I like being able to kiss you whenever I want to.”

Elphaba tilted her head upward, gazing up at him. Oz, she loved him. She loved Fiyero more than anything. And Fiyero loved her.

“For what it’s worth, I never believed you were wicked,” Fiyero spoke up, startling her out of her thoughts.

“Is that so?” She quirked a brow in amusement.

“Yes. I knew better than to believe the lies that the Wizard and Morrible told about you. Everyone else, on the other hand…” Fiyero shook his head. “I — I wanted to go looking for you after you disappeared. Glinda had come back and told me what happened, and I wanted to go find you. But somehow, she convinced me not to, and I stayed at Shiz.”

“You didn’t need to come searching for me. That would have put you in danger, just like this has put you in danger. You almost died because of me, Fiyero.”

“I would have done it in a heartbeat.”

Elphaba exhaled shakily, wrapping her arms around him. She had known that Fiyero was willing to risk his own life for her, and the thought terrified her. What if they ended up in a situation like that again and she couldn’t save him with a spell?

“Sweet Oz, Fae, I can hear you thinking,” he groaned, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple. “Stop thinking and try to rest. We both need sleep.”

“Oh, alright.”

The next morning, after he bathed, Fiyero had stumbled outside, making a startled noise as he tripped over his own feet and crashed onto the ground. He blinked, staring up at the sky for a moment before he burst into laughter.

Hearing the hysterical laughter, Elphaba made her way to the door of their home, smiling fondly when she saw her boyfriend sprawled on the ground, clutching his sides as he laughed. She leaned against the doorway, folding her arms over her chest while she watched him laugh, knowing that he was perfectly fine.

“What are you doing, Yero?” Elphaba queried, the smile still present. He turned his head toward her and started to laugh again.

“I fell,” he informed her.

“I can see that.”

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to feel when I hit the ground?”

“A while.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, turning his head back. “I love being able to feel again. And I like being human. It’s a little easier to walk this way.”

“Well, you’re not going to go anywhere by staying on the ground, Yero.”

Fiyero snorted, glancing at her before he sat up.

“Oh, leave me alone.”

“Never.”

She approached him, stretching out her hand. Fiyero took it, allowing her to pull him to his feet.

“Thanks, Fae.” Fiyero pressed their foreheads together, sighing happily. “Oz, I missed all of this.”

“Yero, we were together one day before—“

“That doesn’t matter,” he interrupted. “What matters is that we’re together. And that I love you. I love you, Elphaba Thropp. I love everything about you.”

“And I you.”

Fiyero captured her lips in a tender kiss, one hand cupping her cheek while the other wrapped around her waist. Elphaba placed her hands on his biceps, slowly bringing them up to his face.

When they broke apart, Fiyero wore a boyish grin. Elphaba couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her upon seeing his face, pressing another kiss to his cheek.

Fiyero gazed at her, brushing a single strand of her raven hair out of her face.

“You know,” he murmured, his fingers twisting the strand of hair, “I think I could get used to living like this.”

“Like what? Being a fugitive?” Elphaba asked dryly.

“We’re not fugitives,” Fiyero rolled his eyes. “We’re just… wanted by the Wizard for doing what’s right.”

“We’re still fugitives, Yero.”

“Whatever. Anyway, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” She tilted her head slightly.

“I mean, I could get used to this. Us being together and being able to… I don’t know, make a life together or something. Stop looking at me like that, you know I’m not good with words.”

“You are excellent with words,” she laughed. “You just didn’t think that through very well.”

Fiyero laughed quietly, pulling her into an embrace.

“And besides, Fiyero, we’re living in the forest near your parents’ castle for a reason. It’s called necessity.”

“Oh my Oz, you’re impossible,” he huffed petulantly, burying his face in her hair. And of course, Elphaba began to laugh. It had been a while since she’d managed to make him pout, but when she did manage it, she loved it.

“You’re cute when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting!”

Elphaba hummed. She pulled out of the embrace and started to walk back toward the cottage, glancing back at him.

“What? Someone has to do the cooking, and it’s not going to be you.”

[k2padfoot]

An Auror & A Healer

Draco x Y/n

Summary: Y/n is an auror who gets injured while searching for an escaped prisoner. Draco the healer has to cope with it all. ( side note- pretend Dolohov was never killed by Flitwick lol.)

Warnings: Blood, angst, fluff, husband!Draco.

Today had been dragging on, and on to say the least. You were called this morning to an emergency meeting with Harry and the rest of the aurors. A prisoner from Azkaban had escaped, and needless to say you were all asked to search for him. The escapee being Dolohov, once one of the dark lords followers and a very cunning wizard.

You were absolutely exhausted, you had been out searching for at least 9 hours now. “Y/l/n!! Snap out of it, we have to keep searching until the sun goes down, ok?” Harry yelled to you from across the mainland. Harry, yourself, and a few others had taken the mainland to search while more aurors were spread elsewhere around the prison.

You nodded back to him and snapped out of your daze. You had trailed off a bit from the rest of the aurors, you knew you weren’t supposed to go off alone so you made sure Harry was still in your sight somewhat. Kicking rocks across the sand you felt like just laying down right there and taking a nap, but that’s when you thought you heard the snap of a branch from behind. You spun around to face the wooded area behind you, when you could’ve sworn you saw a dark figure pass by. Quickly without thinking you ran into the woods.

It was dark, and cold and you weren’t exactly sure how far you had run in at this point. You knew the person had to be around here somewhere so you casted the lumos spell to light the way. You continued to walk a little bit further when your light caught glimpse of Dolohov, his dark disheveled hair, pale sweaty skin, and beady brown eyes staring back at you.. Within seconds his wand was raised and he began shooting curses your way.

“Reducto!” you yelled but he quickly jumped out of the way causing the ground next to him to blow up. His lips curved into an evil smile as he raised his wand again. “Stupefy!” he screamed, but you were faster taking off running the other way.

You were silently cursing yourself for getting in this position alone, with one of the most skillful duelers in dark magic. You kept sprinting while zigzagging your way through the wooded area, dodging branches and rocks. Every so often you’d look back and throw whatever curse you could his way, but it’s like he’d never give up no matter how many times you’d hit him.

“Stupefy!” You heard him yell and suddenly you were being thrown through the air into a large tree. You hit the ground hard, slamming your head into a rock in the process. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and hear the crunching of leaves around you. You were waiting for Dolohov to come end you right there and then but you faintly heard what you thought could be Harry yelling. All the sudden half the aurors were around you and with that your eyes slowly fell shut.

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Draco’s POV:

My shift had started at least 10 hours ago now, and all I wanted to do was go home to my beautiful wife y/n. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by my coworker shouting at me that another auror was being rushed to St. Mungo’s.

Everytime a call comes in about an injured auror my mind of course goes straight to her. I love that she truly enjoys what she does for a living, but merlin can it be terrifying. I knew she was out on a search today with Harry and all I could do was hope and plead to god it wasn’t going to bet her coming through those doors.

The emergency room doors came busting open and I could see healers rushing in a woman on a gurney. It was hard to make out her features at first, but that’s when I noticed the large diamond ring on her left hand.. the ring I gave her.

I didn’t know I had been standing there for a couple seconds until my coworker started yelling at me to snap out of it and help him. I quickly ran over to her unconscious body and started to assess her injuries. Her hair was a bloody mess with a large gash to the top of her head, I could see a few cuts on her legs, and what looked like a broken right arm. I looked up to see Harry and two other aurors standing beside her with worried looks.

“What the hell happened Potter?!” I yelled at him, not meaning to sound so harsh.

He gave me a sad look, “Draco.. I’m so sorry. We were searching for Dolohov and I could’ve sworn I had my eye on her! But.. all of the sudden she was gone, and then we heard fighting coming from the woods. When we ran in there she had already been hit by a curse, and she was sent flying into a tree. I think she might’ve hit her head on it, i’m not really sure.” Harry said.

“Dolohov? Oh merlin. I’ll kill him.” I said with my teeth gritted and a tear slipping from my right eye. I turned away from Harry to help the other healers take you to a trauma room but that’s when my boss stopped me.

“Healer Malfoy, you must not work on family. I know you want to, but I can’t let you. Please, just go wait for now and I will update you as soon as I can.” he said to me with sad eyes as he put a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and walked away to go change out of my scrubs.

I had been sitting in the healers lounge for what felt like hours now. I was worried sick. All I could think about is what if she doesn’t make it? How am I going to live without her? I gazed up at the clock to realize I had actually been sitting here for 4 hours now. It was getting late, and merlin am I tired. I tried to fight the sleep but I just couldn’t, my body eventually giving in.

I was quickly woken by my boss shaking my shoulders, “Draco... Draco, Oh good! Since your awake you may go see her now.” he said while looking down at me.

“Oh merlin she’s ok! Thank you, oh thank you so much! Is she awake??” I said while i jumped to my feet.

His eyes turned soft. “Malfoy listen, she suffered major head trauma from the fall. She’s going to be ok, but we aren’t sure how long she will be out for. Everyone’s body heals differently, you understand?” he said to me and I nodded while he gestured to what room she was in.

I walked in the bright room to see her unconscious laying there. Her right arm was in a sling, she had a white bandage wrapped around the top of her head, and a few fading scars lining her legs. She looked so peaceful, yet so broken. I walked a bit closer and took in her state for a couple of seconds, a few tears slipping from my eyes. I could only hope she’d wake soon.

It’s been a few days now I think.. The nurses come in ever so often to check on her, and sometimes ask if i’m ok. I’m not. I haven’t been sleeping, I really don’t remember the last time I ate, and I think I might be wearing the same clothes as yesterday.. I won’t be ok until she is.

The moon was sitting over the horizon and shining through y/n’s hospital room. It was around 10 o’clock now, and I was becoming increasingly sleepier. I’ve had trouble letting myself fall asleep, scared I might miss something. Scared she might slip away from me. Scared to close my eyes and see her lying there all mangled up again. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from closing anymore... too tired.

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Your eyes slowly opened to bright lights and white walls. Your head was pounding and you weren’t exactly sure how you got here. The last thing you can recall is running through the woods.. Your eyes shifted to him, sitting next to your bed in a grey armchair sound asleep. You noticed his gorgeous blonde hair all messed up, the bags under his eyes, what looked like a two day old outfit, and his hand grasped tightly to your own.

You squeezed his hand a little bit, “Draco.. Hey love wake up.” you whispered.

His eyes shot open faster than you could blink, “Y/n!! Oh darling, it’s so good to hear your voice!” Draco said while grabbing your face in his hands, a sob escaping his lips.

You pulled him into your chest, “Hey... don’t cry. I’m ok, see? I’m right here.” you said while rubbing his back.

He looked up at you with glossy eyes, “I was really scared y/n. You have no idea what it felt like to see you so hurt, and then have to just wait and see if you’d come back to me..” he said whispering the last part.

You now grabbed his face and pulled him into a long, and much needed kiss. The two of your lips moving in sync with one another. Needing to catch your breath you pulled away and stared into his sky blue eyes.

“How long was I out Dray, and wh-what happened out there?” you asked while he made himself comfortable next to you.

You laid your head in the crook of his neck, and he looked down at you to speak. “About 5 days.. the longest 5 days possible. I don’t know if you remember but you were with Harry searching for Dolohov. He said you ran off after him on your own, and when they found you he had already cursed you. You hit your head, and seemed to have broken your arm in the fall..” Draco told you.

You nodded starting to remember why you were running through the woods in the first place. You looked up at Draco and asked, “Can we please go home now?” and his eyes softened looking into your own.

“Of course darling.” he replied delicately kissing your forehead.

Draco opened the doors to your large home and guided you in. Your head injury still had you a little wobbly on your feet so he made you let him carry you up the stairs.

You were a giggling mess when he sat you down on the bed. You didn’t notice you had been staring at him as he put your things away and got you out comfy pajamas.

“Yes my dear?” he asked while turning around to face you and handing you one of his t-shirt’s.

“Nothing, I just love you!” you said with a big smile on your face while slipping on the shirt.

Draco walked over to you and leant down in between your knees, “And I love you more. I don’t know how I existed these past couple of days without you. You can’t ever leave you know that right?” he said while looking up into your eyes with pure love.

You grazed your hand over his cheek and pressed your lips to his, “Of course my love.” you said as you pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him.

[angelmavmurdock]

Our Little Secret: Part Five - A.R

Word count: 4602 Summary: Lenora tries to tell y/n a shameful secret and y/n and Arvin go out.

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I sat by Lenora, stroking her hair as she awakened slowly. I had only come in to get changed into some of her clothes until my uniform was clean. But I felt too awkward to go out and face Arvin again with his Grandmother there so I just stayed in Lenora's room.

She opened her eyes and I smiled at her, "Hey, sleepin' beauty." I giggled.

She grinned and wiped her eyes, sitting up in bed. She looked at my clothes with confusion.

"Your Grandma is cleanin' my uniform so..."

"Oh alright. It's no problem. Where's Arvin?" She asked groggily.

"He's outside I think. He's okay." I smiled, rubbing her knee.

"Good. Are you okay? You had it worse than me."

"I'm okay. Arvin helped clean my wounds up." I spoke, not looking into her eyes.

She paused and stared at me for a few moments. I eventually looked up at her.

"What?" I questioned.

She squinted, "Do you like Arvin?"

I spluttered a laugh, thinking of what to say as quickly as I could.

"Why in God's name would I like Arvin? I don't. He don't like me much and everyone knows that." I spoke too quickly and my voice went a little higher but hopefully she didn't notice.

"Hmm...if you did like him I wouldn't mind." She shrugged.

My ears perked up, "W-uh- wh- really?" I stuttered.

A slow smile grew on her lips, "Yeah, you'd be family. More than you already are...but of course, you don't like him."

"Right, yeah...of course."

We both stayed in silence then looked at each other and burst into laughter.

After a few minutes of hysterics we calmed down and slumped together, legs and arms over each other like a jigsaw puzzle. We didn't talk. We didn't need to. It was just nice being with each other, hearing the distant chatter of Mrs Russell and Arvin and the radio and the mosquitos outside.

"Hey, y/n?" Lenora spoke in a whisper.

"Yeah?" I whispered back.

"I uh...I need to tell you somethin'." She whispered.

I furrowed my brows but she couldn't see me.

"What is it?"

"I...I...you know that new preacher? Reverend Teagardin?" Her voice broke slightly, leading me to believe she was crying.

I lay down further and onto my side to look at her. She had shed a few tears, her eyes were red and puffy and her chin quivered. I hate to think what she'd tell me.

"Well...he uh...he drove me to the woods and-"

"y/n?" Emma came into the room.

"Yes?" I asked, sitting up.

"Your parents are askin' for you back home. Arvin'll take you." She smiled.

"Okay, thank you. I'll be right there."

Emma nodded then left and I looked down at Lenora. She sat up and wiped her tears.

"We'll talk on Monday, alright? You take care of yourself Lenora. I'll see you at school on Monday." I kissed her cheek then got up from her bed.

"Bye, y/n." She said weakly.

"Bye."

I left her room and walked into the living room where Arvin was getting his jacket and hat on. He winced as he put his arms in but he got it on eventually.

"Here you go, darlin'. Good as new." Emma handed me my uniform folded and washed.

"Thank you so much, Emma. You're a life saver." I embraced her.

"No problem, honey. Now go home and rest." She smiled, parting our hug.

"Thank you again." I waved as Arvin opened the door to me and I walked out.

It was dark and a little cold out but it was nice. Peaceful.

"G'night, y/n." Earskell said, nodding his head.

"Night, Earskell." I smiled and hopped down the patio steps.

Arvin followed loosely behind and opened the car while he lit a cigarette. We both got in in silence and he reversed out. I watched as he painfully stretched an arm behind my seat to look back.

"You shouldn't be stretchin' like that, Arvin." I said softly as he put his hand back on the wheel.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He said, taking the cigarette out his mouth and driving off.

I turned the radio up. Honeycomb by Jimmie Rodgers began to play. I grinned and sat back on my seat, bouncing my leg to the music.

"You like this song?" Arvin asked me.

I smiled, "Yeah. Do you?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

I bit my lip to try to contain a huge smile.

"And they call it a honeycomb," I sang.

Arvin looked from the road to me, his hand moving up to inhale and exhale the tobacco from his smiling lips. I wasn't used to him smiling this much. I liked it.

"Oh honeycomb, won't you be my baby. Well, honeycomb, be my own." I sang, nodding my head along too.

I looked at him while singing and giggled throughout my words. He watched in admiration. His eyes looked all over my body from my legs to my lips to my eyes. He wore a slight smirk and his eyes looked fairly innocent for once. Like he was just enjoying himself.

He drove me up the road but parked just before the gates because I had to get changed without my parents seeing.

"Okay, here goes. Keep your eyes ahead, Russell." I warned as I climbed into the backseat.

He did as he was told with a boyish grin, throwing his cigarette out and lighting a new one to keep himself occupied.

"Will your parents not notice that your clothes are clean?" He asked, blowing out a mouthful of smoke.

"They'll only see me in it for a moment. I'll go straight upstairs to change." My voice was muffled as I removed Lenora's dress from my body.

"So you changing is pointless then."

"No, it's-" I groaned trying to get the cheerleading top on. "It's not pointless, it's smart." I sighed, finally getting it on.

"Hmm." He hummed, looking out the window to the house.

I put my shorts and skirt on and climbed back into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief, folding Lenora's dress in my lap.

"Whatcha' thinkin' about?" I asked Arvin as he stared at the house.

He took a last puff of the cigarette then threw it out the window.

"Just thinkin' how you could ever like me when you live like this." He stated.

I furrowed my brows and stayed stunned with confusion for a few moments. I reached a hand over onto his neck, snaking my fingers into his hair. He hummed and leaned into my touch.

"It don't matter to me, Arv. You do." I said softly with a smile.

He looked up at me and his innocent look began to mix with a lustful one. I knew what that looked like now. He cupped my face with one hand, bringing me towards him.

I hummed against his lips as they touched. It was soft at first, meaningful even. Our lips connected perfectly. He tasted like tobacco but I didn't mind. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I moaned softly, tugging his hair at his scalp.

He removed his hand from my face and reached behind him. He pulled the seat back slightly but I kept my lips on his, our tongues working together at a perfect pace. He held my waist and practically lifted me onto his lap.

I gasped as I straddled him, our lips hovering over each others.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his breath touching my lips.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

He smiled and brushed my hair back before cupping my face and bringing our lips together once again. I moaned, our tongues and lips getting faster. His hands left my face and he ran them down my spine and then held my waist tightly. I massaged his scalp and pulled his face as close to mine as possible. Our laboured breaths lay upon each others skin as we basically devoured one another.

His hands slid to my ass and squeezed. I let out a moan of surprise. He avoided my cut again but he could still grab a handful each. After I eased into it, he kneaded and massaged my skin. I moaned again and his lips began to trail from my lips again, lowering down to my neck.

He kissed over the already-existing hickey and I gasped with the sensitivity of it. He found a new spot on my neck which I reacted to accordingly. I moaned and tugged his hair tighter, bringing his face almost completely flush to my neck. I leaned back, letting him mark me as much as he wanted.

His fingers came up to my cropped top and he teased under the hem, stroking circles on my skin. His lips came back to mine, his tongue touching mine before his lips.

"I think about you all the time." He revealed breathlessly.

Thank God I wasn't the only one.

"You do?" I asked in between sloppy kisses.

He hummed, "I think about you- about us-"

"Us?" I gasped as he bit my bottom lip.

He moved onto my neck again, his hands roaming my waist, hips and now the tops of my thighs.

"I think about what it'd be like if it was just the two of us nearly every night, y/n." He spoke breathlessly against my skin.

I moaned, my head tilting back to give him more access.

"Do you think about us, too?" He asked.

"Uh-huh. But I never thought we'd be able to do it." I answered as well as I could.

He softened his kisses gradually and kissed my lips again before sitting back against his seat.

I rubbed his shoulders and hummed, enjoying the sight in front of me.

He lightly stroked my thighs and sighed in satisfaction.

"Should we...should we tell Lenora?" I asked.

He swallowed, "Not yet. We just started tonight. I want to keep it between us for a while."

I smiled as he sat up again, wrapping his arms completely around me, "Yeah? Just our little secret?"

He smiled, "Just our little secret."

I grinned and pulled him into me, our lips crashing together once again. He pushed me back, leaning into the kiss with want and need. I moaned against his lips, matching his energy.

But suddenly-

BEEEEEP

We both jumped and screamed at the sudden loud noise, falling back onto the chair. I gasped and clasped a hand over my mouth. My back had pressed the horn on the car.

"Shit." I cursed.

We shot our heads over to my house where we could just see my mother outside, curious to the noise.

"Shit!" I cursed again, clambering off of Arvin.

"Hey, this time we really were submarine racin'." He chuckled.

I scowled, "Not funny. I have to go."

I opened the car door and hopped out.

"Hey, do I not get a kiss goodbye?" He asked with a smug smile.

"You're unbelievable, Arvin Russell." I shook my head.

I climbed half-way back into the truck and craned my neck, laying a peck on his lips. I went to pull away but he cupped my head and pulled me in for longer, his tongue sliding effortlessly into my mouth. I moaned and held his hand, losing myself for a moment before ripping myself from his touch.

"Goodnight, Arvin. Drive safe." I said before shutting the door.

"G'night." He smirked, licking his lips.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked onto our house grounds. He reversed and pulled out, waving at me before heading back. I waved with a smile and turned around, skipping up the drive.

I entered the house and quietly closed the door behind me. I tip toed to the bottom of the staircase and took a step up.

"y/n?!" Ma shouted from the living room.

I scrunched my nose and closed my eyes. Damn it. I sat my bag down and walked sheepishly through to the living room. Ma was sitting in her nightgown and robe while Daddy was lying down, a cold cloth placed over his forehead and only pyjama bottoms on. He looked unwell. I immediately went to kneel by his side, looking up at Ma.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, panic beginning to course through my body.

"He's sick again, sweetheart." Ma gulped.

"What? How?" I asked in shock.

"He must've caught somethin' at church." Ma stroked over his damp hair.

"And now he's sick again?"

She nodded.

I sighed, not knowing what to say. He was pale, his skin was cold to the touch but he was sweating. He nearly looked as bad as he did before.

"How was school?" Ma asked softly.

I didn't look up at her, "Yeah, it was good. Nothing new."

"And how's Lenora and the family?"

I nodded, still not looking at her.

"Y-yeah. Everyone...everyone's great." I smiled.

"Hm. Good."

A painfully long pause occurred. I stood up to go and change but Ma grabbed my wrist softly.

"What about that Arvin boy? What's he like? You've been around him a lot recently."

She seemed almost concerned. I'm not surprised. She knew what he was like.

"He's...okay. He's nice." I smiled.

"I mean he's ferryin' you everywhere, ain't he? You say thank you don't you?"

"Yeah, Ma. I say thank you."

"Good. Now go get changed, supper'll be on soon."

"Okay."

I walked calmly out of the living room and then I hopped upstairs, closing my door behind me. I squealed and jumped onto my bed, the silk sheets inviting me in. I stared at my white ceiling and grinned.

Arvin likes me. Arvin kissed me. Arvin took care of me. Arvin kissed me again.

I sat up and looked into my floor length mirror that hung gracefully on the wall. The hickey's were still there, I was surprised Ma didn't say anything. I ran my fingers over the bruise-like marks.

I fell asleep that night extremely happy.

***

Arvin's POV

"I've gotta go pick up y/n. I'll be back soon, alright?" I said to Lenora, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Thanks, Arv."

I left her in her room and got into the car to drive to school.

Lenora had been sick since the last bullying episode two weeks ago. She must have caught a bug but she was really unwell. However, that meant she was free from those jocks and all I had to worry about now was y/n.

But picking her up from school every day and driving to a secret spot to make out was amazing. We almost liked the sneaking around and the secretiveness of it all. We didn't want Lenora to find out and she didn't know how to tell her parents, especially with her Daddy being sick.

I waited outside of the school before the bell, a new cigarette lit and the radio playing. Honeycomb came on the radio and I smiled at the fond memories that was the first night we kissed.

Suddenly the school bell rang and I waited for her, keeping a close eye out for her uniform and her ribbon. I finally saw her sprint out of the school, a few jocks following loosely behind. I reached over and opened the car door for her. She jumped into the truck and slammed the door shut.

I waited. I waited for those jocks to get close enough just to be able to touch the truck and then I drove away as fast as I could.

"Assholes." I cursed.

We waited until we were on the flat roads through the town until we said our hello's.

"Hey," She beamed, reaching up and kissing my cheek.

"How was school?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Okay. I landed on my hip at cheer."

I furrowed my brows, "I told you you shouldn't be goin' back there yet."

"Well, too bad. It's fine it just stung a lil'."

"Hmm. You gotta be more careful."

"Yeah, yeah."

She hung a hand out of the window, letting the wind fly through her fingers.

"How's your Dad?" I asked.

She sighed, "Not gettin' any better."

She kept her eyes on the road purposefully. Obviously not wanting to look at me in case she got upset. I reached a hand over and rested it on her lower thigh.

"How's Lenora?" She asked, sitting her hand on top of mine.

"Still throwin' up. She's not good, I don't know what happened." I shook my head.

We decided to go straight to the house instead of a detour. I pulled up outside our house and Uncle Earskell was sitting outside as usual, listening to the radio.

y/n and I got out and walked up the steps.

"Afternoon, Earskell." y/n spoke sweetly.

"Afternoon, y/n." He smiled.

Him and I nodded our hats at each other and we went inside.

We could hear Lenora throwing up from the front door.

"Grandma?" I called through.

"Through here!" She shouted from Lenora's room.

y/n and I walked through and Lenora was spitting into a bowl at the side of her bed that Grandma held for her, along with her hair.

"We've got it." y/n smiled at her.

"Thanks, honey." Grandma said.

She left the room and y/n and I sat down as Lenora lay back.

"Hey, god I'm so sorry you're feelin' like this." y/n held Lenora's hand.

She smiled weakly, "It's alright...and Arvin?"

I looked up at her.

"Could you leave y/n and I just for a bit?"

I smiled, "Yeah sure."

I went to kiss y/n goodbye but I stopped myself half way and got up and left.

Reader's POV

"What's up?" I asked, shuffling to sit in front of her with my legs in a basket.

"I need to tell you somethin'. But you have to promise not to tell anyone." She spoke quietly like she was nervous.

I furrowed my brows as she sat up fully.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, matching her quiet tone.

She looked up at me with teary eyes then back down to her fiddling hands.

"I uh...I did somethin'...somethin' shameful." She gulped.

I cocked my head slightly in confusion and worry.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She looked up at me as tears began to fall from her eyes.

"You know Reverend Teagardin?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah."

"Well...he took me out into the woods and..."

My heartbeat fastened at her slow speech. I didn't want to imagine if what I was thinking in my head was true. It couldn't be.

"And he prayed with me...."

I sighed with relief, placing a hand over my chest.

"But then,"

Oh no.

Her chin quivered and she held a hand over her mouth to cover her cries.

"But then-"

"y/n?" Arvin came into the room.

We both shot our heads to the door and it looked like he immediately regretted interrupting.

"I'll be in the car." He coughed before exiting.

I turned back to Lenora.

"Lenora, why don't we talk on Sunday after I've finished my school work?" I asked, holding her hand in reassurance that I was there for her.

She suddenly broke into tears and I wrapped my arms around her, letting her cry into my cheer uniform.

"I'm so ashamed." She whimpered.

"You have nothin' to be ashamed of, Lenora." I said soothingly, rubbing her back.

"And I haven't been to church in two weeks. And I've not visited my mother's grave in so long." She cried.

"Oh Lenora," I pouted, squeezing her a little before parting.

"I promise you we'll go see your mother's grave once you feel better, okay? Does that sound good?" I asked, wiping her tears away.

She nodded and wiped her nose.

"Okay. I'll talk to you on Sunday?" I double-checked, standing up from her bed.

"Sunday, yes." She smiled weakly.

"I hope you feel better." I sighed.

"Thanks, y/n. You're the best friend I've ever had." She sniffled.

A grin grew on my face, "And you're mine. I love you."

"Love you too."

And I left, walking through the house in confusion and sympathy.

I said goodbye to Mrs Russell and then Uncle Earskell before hopping down the stairs, wiping the sadness that was that conversation away. I didn't want to be sad today. Not with Arvin.

I got into the car and Arvin drove off with a wave to his uncle. We sat in silence, only  the sound of the radio singing throughout the car. Arvin drove us down the highway to our special spot in the woods. It was by a lake and we always had food and drinks and a picnic blanket ready in the back in case we wanted to go for a drive.

We got out and I sat the mat down on the grass by the lake and planted myself on it. Arvin sat down next to me and sighed.

"What was that all about at the house?" He asked inquisitively.

"Oh uh...she was just upset about missing church and the grave." I coughed, looking at the river.

Technically I wasn't lying. She was upset about that. But there was something deeper and...darker that she was finding hard to say. And the timing couldn't have been worse.

"Well she'll get to do that when she's not sick."

"I know. I know. That's what I told her." I nodded.

He took his jacket off and laid it down, lying back on top of it.

"Don't know why she loves that preacher so much. He's as bad as they got on the damn radio." He huffed, holding his arm out, gesturing for me to lie with him.

I sighed and shuffled over, lying back into the crook of his armpit. My head rested on his shoulder and I wrapped an arm over his chest.

"I don't think he's that bad, Arvin. He's a preacher for god's sake."

"Yeah well...there's a lotta no good sons of bitches out there." He said lowly.

I smiled a little, "I think you've been saying that since the day I met you."

"Well it's true."

He lifted his hips to get a cigarette and a lighter out of his pockets and he lit one, inhaling, then exhaling.

A beat of silence. Peaceful silence. The birds chirped and the lake lapped a few times but it was quiet.

Arvin nudged me a little and I looked up at him.

"Kiss." He demanded softly.

I giggled and lifted my head to lay a kiss on his lips. What I thought was going to be a brief kiss turned into more. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned.

His arms lifted me from the ground to on top of him. I readjusted my weight on him and we continued kissing. He blindly put out his cigarette then placed his hands on my waist. Our tongues meshed together like a puzzle and his hands roamed all over my body.

I pulled away, looking down at him. His slightly swollen lips and his hooded eyes.

He smirked and caught another kiss before lying back down, a hand holding his head up slightly.

"You're beautiful." He complimented.

"You're handsome."

"What a pair we make." He smiled.

"What a pair indeed."

***

Over the next few days, Arvin and I would spend any spare time we had with each other. Since Lenora wasn't at school and I was advised not to see her often in case I caught her bug, we were able to spend hours with each other a day.

He would pick me up from school and drive me back home where we'd sit and chat to Uncle Earskell outside. Or he'd drive us to the lake and we'd eat and kiss. Or we'd even just find a quiet spot if it was raining and we'd just listen to the radio in the backseat, stealing one or a few kisses.

Every night I'd come into the house and I'd bound up the stairs before saying anything to put on different clothes and try to hide the evident marks of Arvin's actions on my skin. Ma would ask about him constantly. And I could tell they were in the know that something between us was going on. And the nights were getting gradually later the more Arvin and I would want to stay with each other and the more we'd get caught up in our...activities.

Last night I came in an hour late. I had never been so late in my life.

"Miss y/l/n, where the hell do you think you're goin'?"

"I'm goin' to bed!"

"You cannot come in an hour late and go to bed! Talk to me! Why are you so late?"

"I just lost track of time."

"With that Arvin boy?"

"Yes. With Arvin."

"He's no good, y/n."

"Why would you say that? I thought you liked him?"

"Not now 'cause he's takin' you out constantly and distractin' you and god knows what you two do in that car."

"Ma!"

"I don't want you seein' him like that again. I'm fond of Lenora, I really am. But not him. I don't want you spendin' all this time with him after school, d'ya hear me?"

"He is my friend, ma. I'm allowed friends."

"I don't think he's just a friend. Now go upstairs, get changed and tomorrow after school, tell him to bring you straight home."

"Fine."

I stormed up the stairs in a hissy fit and cried in frustration at my mother setting boundaries like I was a child.

The next afternoon I sprinted out at the bell and Arvin opened the door for me as usual. I jumped in and gave him a quick peck before he sped off.

"Oh Arvin?" I chirped.

"Yeah?"

"You've to just drop me home today." I sighed.

"What? Why?" He asked.

I groaned, "My parents don't like that we're out so late and honestly...they're not your biggest fans."

He chuckled, "Not many people are."

"I'm so sorry. I wish I could stay longer."

"Not your fault, darlin'."

Arvin drove me to my house and stopped before the gate briefly.

We turned and immediately kissed, tongues pushing into each other's mouth with a new passion. I moaned and he hummed as our tongues moved perfectly.

But I had to go.

I pulled away and we both groaned in frustration.

"Just pick me up at noon on Sunday, okay? Lenora and I were going to hang out." I smiled.

"Okay. I'll drop Grandma back off after church then I'll come and get you, alright?" He checked.

"Sounds great. Thanks, Arv." I giggled and we pecked once more before I hopped out the car and skipped up the road, waving a goodbye.

***

I waited patiently by one of the front window's for Arvin. He was never usually this late. I checked the Grandfather's clock behind me.

12:23.

I just waited. Something felt wrong, though. Like something bad had happened. Arvin was a safe driver, though. He'd be fine. Right?

The ringing of the house phone broke me out of my worrying trance. I leapt up to get it, hoping it was Arvin. Ma and Daddy watched from the couch as I picked it up.

"Hello, Fernpark residence." I answered with a smile.

"y/n?"

It was Arvin. His voice was shaky and I could hear a lot of background noise. Something was wrong.

"Arvin? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I asked, turning to face my parents in panic.

Ma stood up in worry.

"It's- it's not me, y/n...it's Lenora..."

"Wh-what? What are you saying, Arvin?" I pressed.

My heartbeat quickened and I could feel it pulsing in my throat. Something was terribly wrong.

"She's dead."

-

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