#or a trunk full of diamonds

[ofthecaravel]

so i notice nobody has sent me, the super special birthday princess, 100 dollars in cold hard cash yet

[daemonbrain]

3.4k, cw: smut, size kink, p in v, overstimulation if you squint, fairy!reader, hes a monster hunter

Simon Riley, the monster hunter guild's most valuable asset. Whenever a high bounty was set out for one creature or another Simon was there. Werewolves taking all your sheep? He’s all stocked up on silver. Vampire terrorizing the town? Get him some matches and a stake, it’ll be gone come morning.

Those with real connections to the guild know that if you want a job done, you ask for ‘Ghost’. Contrary to the scars which littered his body, it wasn't all fighting the big bad wolf and risking his life. Occasionally he would get lucky with a low-risk high-reward job. Paired with his brute strength, he also had extensive knowledge on the supernatural and their habits. 

He had taken up a job for an anonymous businessman to nab a fairy. Fucks sakes he almost burst out laughing when he got the request, only to be met with a very serious expression.

Fairies, notoriously hard to trap and contain. It’s said that any who can lock one down will be granted prosperity for the rest of their days. Their laughs attract wealth, their dust makes little specks of gold, their tears harden into diamonds. 

Now of course, greed of humans and all, fairies had gone into some pretty deep fuckin’ hiding. Forests with heaps of danger weeding out any fools who tried to find one on a whim. If you got far enough the things were smaller than your finger and moved faster than you could blink, the only thing assuring you that they were there was the mocking little giggles that would sound out before they flew back into hiding.

It’s even rumored that they can turn themselves into the size of a fully grown woman at will. They're supposed to be prettier than any tavern wench you’d see on a regular night, or the fairest of maids if the songs were to be believed. Simon had never seen one though, so that was to be taken with a grain of salt.

You were a difficult catch. Pissed Simon off plenty of times with your dodging, your mocking titters. You just thought he was a passing traveller trying his luck. Sorely mistaken you were. It was when he began burning a mystery plant and your eyes grew hazy that you realized your misconception. Dropping from the sky as you struggled to hold up your own weight.

How humiliating! To fall for a mere man's tricks! He tricked you into believing he was foolish and you took the bait just like he intended. Even through the thick glass of the jar you could see your squirrel friends who looked on in worry from the trees. To be outfoxed by one of them, it infuriated you.

Which made it all the more terrible as he sat with his back pressed to the trunk of a tree, face illuminated by the fire looking at you angrily raising your tiny fist to the glass yammering who knows what in gibberish. He shook the jar in his hands gently, watching as your wings flapped rapidly to steady yourself. One had been injured on the drop and he could tell it was a struggle for you to stay upright. You’d occasionally dip a bit too low and by the look of shock on your face, he knew it wasn’t intentional.

One could almost mistake you for a pint sized human. An annoying one (though most people bothered the hunter, miniature or not). You certainly had the anatomy of one, none of the modesty though, with only leaves to cover your more intimate parts. He watched as you crossed your arms and began to point at the lid he fashioned to have minuscule air holes. Yelling in your grating foreign tongue once more, which really only sounded like little squeaks to Simon, the fight clearly returned back full force after you regained consciousness from the jimsonweed. 

He really took a gamble with that one. He was quite proud of himself to be honest. He’d never actually caught a fairy for himself, only hearing chatter from other members of the guild that your kind were sensitive to hallucinogens.  

You’d fetch a good price and to top it off Simon wasn’t walking around with a new batch of bruises. A win-win. Except for you that is. Bringing his attention back to you, he notices you’ve taken to pounding the cork lid with your hands as if that would make any difference.

However, upon seeing Simon’s dark eyes on you, you scowl yet reluctantly stop and float to the bottom of the jar. “Thas wha’ I thought” He said while rolling his eyes. He placed the jar in his travelling satchel and closed his eyes more than ready for a rest before having to hit the road again. 

...

Simon had woken up with the burning and familiar feeling in his loins. Groaning, his eyes open wearily only to be met with nothing but the trees and grass around him. What the hell?

He groggily wiped at his eyes. Trying to take focus on whatever it was that was rousing him from sleep. The only thing noticeable being the significant drop in temperature as the night went on.

What was wrong with him? Has not visiting someone's bed in so long made him that desperate?    He had places to be tomorrow, there was no time to be wasting jerking it in the middle of nowhere. Huffing, he closes his eyes and abstinently ignores the need which he feels building inside his belly unprompted.

He had sensed something was wrong when his cock once again slapped against the confines of his breeches. He knew something was wrong when a small but pitchy squeal followed.

“Fuckin’ hell”

His eyes widen in disbelief as he watches his trousers ripple with movement not his own. He lifts the waistband only to be met with two eyes narrowed right back at him, as if you were the one being inconvenienced. He was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that both your arms and legs enveloped half the circumference of his cock, bobbing with every movement. 

What. The. Fuck.

“What’re you bloody doing? How did you get free?!” He huffed while reaching for you, staunchly ignoring the way his blood began to run hot at your unintentional ministrations. As that monstrous looking hand approached, you stiffly moved, your body still too frigid from the cold, to nestle into the juncture where all of… him… connected to his balls.

When the hunter had fallen asleep, you had screamed and pleaded for any of your forest friends to hear. After a lot of begging, and a promise to help collect acorns for the winter which seemed to approach faster and faster this year, you had managed to convince one of the squirrels to gnaw through the lid of your prison. Too far from the safety of your home, you needed a place to seek shelter from the near freezing temperatures. 

Unfortunately, still weakened from your initial fall and the wind harshly prickling at your skin, you realized you were ground-bound. Trying as you might, you failed to scale the tall tree and make it into the squirrel's nest for refuge. With no other option, you were faced with the reality that the safest place for the night would be close to the human. After a few minutes pacing along the expanse of his body, you navigate your way to the warmest spot.

It smelt heavily of his musk, not the sweetest thing you had ever smelt, but not unpleasant by any means. You had tried to fall asleep, twisting and turning. You had rubbed the skin until it felt warm to the touch and pressed your cheek against it, all in an effort to make yourself more comfortable. Every minute you stayed on it the twitching got worse! So much so that you felt your body rising up, up, and up until you were harshly hit against the scratchy fabric of his breeches.

Bringing you to your current predicament as he whisper-yelled in his gruff accent. Truth be told, you could understand every word he said, you just didn’t like speaking old english. Your mother tongue was much prettier.

“C’mere.” he huffed as he nearly caught you by the leg. You may not be able to fly, but you sure could climb away as you made your way further to the tip of him. You had almost made it before a slow approaching bead of viscous liquid rolled in your path.  You were quick to move out of its way, unfortunately not quick enough to avoid Simon’s fingers as he dragged you from the safety of your shelter out into the abrasive open. 

Your abdomen was pinched between his thumb and forefinger as he looked at you expressionless. Somewhere in the struggle, your leafy garb had shifted, rendering one of your breasts exposed. You quaked violently, but your mind insisted it was the cold. A deeper part of you knew the giant staring down at you may have had a small part in it.

“Now you listen ‘ere, I don’t know what you know abou’ people but ‘m not the type of man to enjoy someone poking round my bits while ‘m sleeping. How did you even get out of the jar?”

Willing yourself to calm down, you muster the defiance and bravery to resist. Crossing your arms, you glowered back at the giant.

“It’s cold.” You finally spoke up.

With a laugh that sounded like a breathy cough, the man roved his eyes over your near-naked form.

“So you do speak english. Could’a started off with that. And I'd bet you were cold, people don’t normally have their teats out in this kinda weather.” Simon mocked. You scowled at his words. If this had been a normal day, you’d already be wrapped up warmly in your little nook. It was entirely his fault you were out here like this and yet you were the one being lectured.

“I’m not a person! And I wouldn’t be cold or outside if you hadn’t taken me. How do you live with yourself? You greedy things. You’re all the same you take and take and- mmph” You’re suddenly interrupted by a light squeeze to your midsection. 

“You wanna warm up so bad? Fine. ‘Ve got a way.” lust creeping into his tone.

Suddenly, your legs were being knocked apart. With a gentleness you wouldn’t think possible for a person his size, you feel the soft trace of his pinkie inching towards what rests between your thighs. Instinctually, your body tried to jolt away but with the tight hold he had on you there was nowhere to go. The little fight you had in you quickly faded as the pad of his finger covered the entirety of your cunt.

Fairies weren’t conceived in the way humans were, your own conception a mystery. You did not have parents, nor a family. You simply were. You had been for what could be measured in over a hundred years according to civilizations calendars. You had pleasured yourself many times before, your only company being your own fingers when the mysterious urge would come over you. It was never a feeling you dwelled on, always finding other ways to occupy your time.

But the feeling of his cool finger prodding at the juncture between your legs set a fire in the pit of your belly you couldn't understand. Your sensitivity was palpable as he began to shift the finger around, presumably trying to emulate what he would do to a regular woman. 

You shuddered and your eyes began to flutter close at the feeling. Suddenly, his hand pulled away much to your initial disappointment only to be replaced by the heat of his tongue.

Now this was new.

“H-hey, wait-”

A squeal left you at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle butting its way in. Even just the tip of his tongue was too large to catch on to your entrance. It was overwhelming as you felt the lower half of your body drenched, the size causing a lack of precision that made you want to weep. So close, yet so far from what you needed.

You had to do something. You just had to.

As Simon began to maneuver you to lay back on to his palm you shook your and held your hands up to arrest his movement.

“Had enough already?” He questioned, tilting his head while his brown eyes sparked with a hint of debauchery. 

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and channeled your energy to the very core of yourself. You may regret this later.

Slowly but surely, your body began to stretch and warp itself as your size increased. Soon enough Simon’s hands adjusted to hold your growing figure as you assumed a more useful human form. 

His eyes widened as he let out a breathy chuckle, exploring your much more touchable form. Whatever had scantily covered you before had been shed as you sat bare before him. Although you were the size of an average woman, the man in front of you still towered above, even when seated.

Maybe he really was a giant. 

Taking a breath you steadied yourself by gripping his firm bicep, yet another large part of him. Grabbing your jaw with a single hand he softly moves your head upwards to face him. Without another word his lips were on you again, kissing at the delicate and untouched skin of your neck.

The sensation was unlike anything you’d ever experienced.You had been much alone for decades, though the critters of your forest kept good company through these times, there were many things they could not provide.

Large hands groped every bit of skin they could touch, as Simon reached your clavicle, you sharply inhaled as he began to bite at the skin. You felt lost, the only familiar feeling being wetness pooling between your legs as the unfamiliar bulge beneath you continued to press into your cunt.

You felt helplessly susceptible to his relentless attack, eyes going glassy from the strange pressure building in you. Your head began to lull, forehead pressing to Simon’s shoulder.

Grabbing the back of your head he raises you once again, snaking his free hand between your legs. “None of that, it’s alright, yeah? ‘M gonna take good care of ‘ya.” He reassured you as his thick fingers began to rub at your pearl. 

It was when his mouth met yours that you truly gave up. No shame as a wanton moan came from you. He swallowed the sound and began to push his tongue through your lips much to your confusion, though as he pushed a little harder at your clit, you trusted that he knew what he was doing. Allowing him in, all you could feel was him.

Nothing else mattered.

He parted from you and urgently began guiding you to the ground. No longer did the chill in the air bother you as he began to take off his breeches. Pushing your thighs as far as they could part, he positions himself between them, tugging at his cock while looking at your pretty face.

So the songs were right.

His body shielded you from everything which surrounded the two of you. The cold, the outside world, the only thing keeping you grounded was the twigs that peskily poked at your back. 

“I want you. I need you.” You begged. You didn’t know what this was, all you knew was that your insides roared for closeness.

“Do you even know what you’re askin’ for?”

He meanly slapped himself to your cunt. For the first time, you looked down to see where he had made the connection. You didn’t know how big a cock was supposed to be, but looking at the sheer difference between it’s hulking size and yourself you feared that he wasn’t the average man.

“I’ll fuck you if you let me. With this-” He waved the thing like a damn blade “You know what fucking means right? It’s gonna go inside of you.”

Absolutely not! It would ruin you. It would scramble your insides until they were so misplaced your poor body wouldn’t know what to do.

Your mouth fell slack as he gave your head a soft pat. Putting your hands to his shoulders, you shake your head in shock.

“Wait! wait  that- no it won’t, that won’t fit!” You stammered as Simon compared his length to your belly.

“It’ll fit. I’ll make it fit.”

Repositioning himself, he drags the bulbous tip up and down while knocking into your clit a few times. You squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation, digging your fingers into his arms. The head of his cock slowly pushed in.

Simon gritted his teeth while restraining himself from slamming all the way to the base and gosh it was difficult. It had been so long since he felt the touch of a woman- fuck, a fairy, whatever the hell you were right now. Your little cunny squeezed him unbelievably tight and it was so warm. 

He felt you try to push his chest closer to yours in a silent plea for closeness and he almost went dizzy. Obliging you, he puts a forearm to the right of you and then slips his left hand under your head to push you closer.

You whined as he cradled you, the action so soft as his hips continued to push through whatever resistance your muscles still held. Remembering the way he nipped at your flesh earlier, you found yourself with the urge to bite at the meat of his bicep. Indulging that urge, you heard a groan leave his lips and it's as if something snapped in the hunter.

Forgoing the snail-like pace, his cock slid in inch by inch until you were filled to the brim. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath. You felt so full. Is this what your body had been craving all along? This fucking. Had it been waiting for Simon to make his way to you?

You couldn’t be sure the logic behind all of this, but you did know that you needed him now. Peering up, you gaze upon his features and realize that perhaps humans do have a certain beauty to them.

“Please.” You asked.

And he answered. Slowly at first he began to thrust in, as your noises continued to grow louder the faster he got. Soon enough he began to hammer his hips to yours as you all screamed in ecstasy.

He fucked you and he continued to fuck you and it all felt so very good. You felt so drunk of the pleasure, as if one more thrust would kill you, yet if he stopped you would surely die.

“Please hunter, please!” Placing his forehead on yours, his breaths came heavy

“My name is Simon. Call me Simon.” Another thrust. “Do it. Say my name.”

HIs voice only spurred you closer and closer to some edge as your nails dragged against his skin.

“Say it love, say it.” He finally met your eyes as your body rocked with his every movement.

“Simon!” You called out as an overwhelming peak washed over you. Your cunt spasmed around him, trapping him there in your warm leaky mess as he chased his own high. You felt yourself go limp as he bit into the juncture between your shoulder and neck with a velvet moan.

And at the final slam of his hips, he pushed his entire body into yours. Your head pushed uncomfortably against the tree behind you with the weight. His cock fully sheathed into you as he unloaded every drop of cum he had to offer you, coating your insides with the gooey fluid. 

There was silence until you let out an exhausted giggle. Simon looked down at you through long lashes and shook his head in amazement. In awe of you who so casually laughed while still speared on his cock and full of his cum.

Reaching for your hair he untangles a twig which had gotten caught in it. Stroking your loose strands, he broke the silence.

“Fuck the buyer, ’m keeping you little fairy.”

As he said that, a shooting star passed overhead. Fairies really were lucky.

[authorhjk1]

Please write SNSD Yoona's birthday smut. I asked last time, but you asked me to tell you again a week ago, so I'm asking again.

May 30, 2025

(Yoona X Male Reader) wordcount: 8410 words

Yoona lets out a soft gasp as she gazes out the taxi window. The driver says something in French that she can’t quite catch, but she’s far too captivated by the scenery to even try to understand.

The clear blue ocean stretches endlessly, its waves glimmering under the evening sun. Rocky cliffs rise in the distance, their jagged edges glowing gold in the fading light. Below, the beaches curve like smooth ribbons of pale sand. The small town of Cassis comes into view, its narrow streets lined with pastel-colored houses and bustling cafés. Perched on a nearby hill, she spots what looks like a small medieval castle, its silhouette outlined against the soft pink sky.

She lets out a sigh of relief, feeling her shoulders drop. She made the right choice. For months now, she’s longed for a vacation. Something quiet, something peaceful. No crowds, no busy city noise. Just a warm beach and a small town where she could breathe, relax, and clear her mind. Cassis, a hidden gem in southern France, had caught her eye while browsing travel sites a few weeks ago. The hotel listing promised ocean views and just a few minutes’ walk to the Mediterranean shore. Now, seeing it with her own eyes, she knows it’s even more beautiful than she imagined.

As the taxi winds through the narrow streets toward the hotel, the sky deepens into rich purples and oranges. The journey from Korea has been long and tiring, and Yoona feels the weight of travel on her. Tonight, she decides, she’ll find a simple restaurant nearby, enjoy a quiet dinner, and explore the town tomorrow when she feels relaxed and full of new energy.

When the taxi pulls up in front of the small hotel, the last rays of sunlight catch on the white stone walls and the delicate wrought-iron balconies. It’s less like a hotel, she realizes, and more like a charming holiday house divided into flats. She steps out, stretching her legs, and pulls her suitcase from the trunk. After paying the driver and offering a polite “merci,” she turns toward the entrance with a flutter of anticipation.

A woman in her fifties opens the door just as Yoona rings the bell, her smile warm and welcoming.

“Welcome to Cassis."

The woman says cheerfully.

“Hello."

Yoona replies, smiling back.

“It’s really beautiful here.”

The woman’s French accent wraps around the words, making them feel soft and charming, even if Yoona has to concentrate a bit harder to catch every syllable.

After the formalities, the hostess leads her through the entrance hall, past light-colored stone walls and polished tile floors, and up a sleek staircase.

Soon, they stand in front of a turquise door.

“Here you go, honey.”

The woman says kindly, handing over the key.

Yoona steps into her holiday flat and stops, taking it all in.

The space is sleek and modern, far more stylish than she’d imagined. The walls are painted a bold, deep violet that somehow works beautifully with the soft gray curtains and light floor tiles. A large, low bed with a silky bronze cover glints softly under the light from a sparkling chandelier overhead. By the wall, a black leather sofa offers a cozy spot to relax, while the sliding glass doors open onto a balcony furnished with rattan chairs and splashes of colorful cushions. Through the glass, Yoona can see the tops of pine trees and, just beyond, the glimmer of the Mediterranean Sea under the fading sunset.

What truly catches her breath, though, is the photograph mounted proudly on the wall above the bed.

It’s a stunning, high-resolution image of the ocean. The waves are glittering under the sun like a field of tiny diamonds. But the highlight of the shot is a majestic whale captured mid-leap, its powerful back still submerged while its massive fin sends a spray of water droplets arcing into the air. The droplets catch the light perfectly, making the whole scene look as though it’s been sprinkled with stardust. Yoona can’t help but step closer, drawn into the image as if she can feel the salty air on her skin.

She smiles, feeling the weariness of her journey melt away just a little. Setting her luggage down near the foot of the bed, she runs her fingers lightly over the cool surface of the bedside table, then looks out again through the balcony doors. The peaceful sound of the sea, the soft colors of dusk, and the promise of a quiet night make her excited for the next days to come.

Yoona takes a few moments to wander slowly through the flat, trailing her fingers across the smooth countertop by the small kitchenette, opening a few cabinets out of curiosity. She tucks her suitcase neatly beside the wardrobe and carefully unpacks a few essentials. Her toiletries, a fresh, cute dress for tomorrow and her favorite paperback novel that she always travels with.

Deciding she doesn’t want to venture too far tonight, she grabs her small shoulder bag and heads back downstairs.

The hostess is still in the front hall, flipping through a ledger behind the counter. She looks up with the same warm smile when Yoona approaches.

“Excuse me."

Yoona says as she walks up to her.

"Do you know a good place where I can get dinner nearby?”

The woman’s face lights up.

“Ah, yes! You should go to one of the restaurants at the marina. Very good food, fresh fish, beautiful view.”

Yoona tilts her head slightly.

“Can I walk there?”

“Of course, of course! About fifteen minutes by foot. Very easy.”

The hostess reaches behind the counter and pulls out a small stack of flyers. She hands one to Yoona, the glossy paper slightly cool and smooth to the touch.

“Here. This will help you find it. Has the names of restaurants, cafés… even the little museums and shops.”

Yoona murmurs her thanks and steps aside, her eyes drawn to the flyer’s cover.

It’s another photograph, and it’s breathtaking.

The image shows the marina at sunrise. The sky is painted in delicate pastel shades: soft peach blending into lavender, fading upward into pale blue. The water reflects the colors perfectly, like a liquid mirror, broken only by the slender silhouettes of moored sailboats. The masts rise like fine ink strokes against the glowing sky, their reflections stretching downward in rippling lines. Along the edge of the marina, the white stone buildings are touched by the first warm rays of sun, casting long, gentle shadows. There’s a hush to the scene, a sense of stillness just before the world wakes up.

At the bottom corner of the photograph, Yoona’s gaze catches a small detail. Two initials, written in graceful, almost delicate script: JK.

She tilts her head slightly, curious. The photographer? she wonders, feeling a flicker of intrigue. The composition is so beautiful, so full of feeling, whoever captured this moment has an eye for light, for mood, for quiet magic.

She smiles softly to herself, tucking the flyer carefully into her bag. With one last glance at the peaceful front hall behind her, Yoona steps out into the fresh evening air, ready to discover a bit of Cassis and enjoy the first night of her birthday getaway.

Yoona walks slowly down the narrow street, her sandals softly clicking on the warm cobblestones. The air is filled with the faint scent of salt and blooming flowers, and the gentle hush of the sea carries on the evening breeze.

To her right, the street opens up to a stunning view. The deep blue ocean stretching wide, its surface now kissed by the lavender glow of dusk. A beautiful beach runs along the edge of the town, the golden sand still holding the warmth of the sun. A few couples walk barefoot near the waterline, leaving delicate prints behind, while children chase the last waves before being called in for the night.

Yoona pauses, pulling out her phone. She lifts it carefully, framing the scene: the soft ripple of the water, the pastel sky, the silhouettes of the little boats anchored further out. She snaps a few shots, smiling quietly at the peaceful beauty captured on her screen.

Finally, she continues on, following the map on the flyer until she reaches the marina. The restaurant is easy to spot. Small tables set outside under a striped awning, strings of warm fairy lights wrapped around the railing, and the low hum of quiet conversation filling the air.

Yoona picks an empty table at the front, where she can watch the boats bobbing gently in the water. She settles in, smoothing her hands over the tablecloth, and lets out a contented sigh. This was exactly what she needed.

After a few minutes, a cheerful young waitress comes over, smiling as she greets Yoona with a polite,

“Bonsoir!”

She places a menu on the table and disappears inside, leaving Yoona to browse.

The menu cover is a photograph of the restaurant itself, taken at sunset. The light is golden and soft, painting the marina and the boats in a dreamy glow. She flips it open and scans through the offerings, eyes dancing over descriptions of fresh seafood, handmade pasta, crisp salads. Her gaze lands on a dish featuring salmon, prepared with local herbs and served alongside roasted vegetables and lemon butter. Her mouth waters a little as she smiles, decision made.

When the waitress returns, Yoona points to the dish on the menu and orders.

“I’ll have this, please.”

As she’s about to hand the menu back, her eyes catch on a tiny detail in the bottom corner of the cover. The initials JK. Her heart gives a little flicker of recognition.

“Excuse me."

She has to ask, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Do you know who took this photo? I saw these initials,JK on another picture earlier.”

The waitress brightens, clearly happy to answer.

“Ah! Yes, that’s the photographer. He lives here in Cassis. His pictures are quite famous . At least in France, and across Europe, too. You see his work in many places around here. He’s… how do you say… a local treasure.”

Yoona’s fingers lightly brush the corner of the menu where the initials are printed. She smiles thoughtfully, a new spark of intrigue settling in her chest.

As the waitress heads back inside, Yoona leans back in her chair, glancing once more at the marina bathed in twilight. She takes a slow breath, feeling the quiet promise that her birthday trip might turn out even more interesting than she first imagined.

Yoona takes her time with her meal, savoring each bite of the delicate salmon, the roasted vegetables perfectly seasoned, the crisp glass of white wine that pairs beautifully with the fresh flavors. She watches the marina as the night deepens, the masts swaying gently in the breeze and the reflections dancing on the darkening water.

By the time she finishes and settles the bill, she feels comfortably full, her body pleasantly relaxed from the wine and the sea air.

Instead of walking back through the streets, she decides to take the more scenic route. Down by the beach.

She slips off her sandals, holding them in one hand as she steps barefoot onto the cool sand. The night air is soft, and the waves reach lazily up the shore, occasionally brushing against her toes. She walks slowly, feeling the fine grains shift under her feet, breathing in the salty air. A thin mist has begun to gather over the water, curling in delicate tendrils that glow faintly under the moonlight.

Eventually, she reaches the end of the beach, where a low cliff juts out, its rocky base partly swallowed by the tide. A small wooden stairway is built into the cliff, leading back up toward the town.

Yoona is about to head up when she notices movement out of the corner of her eye. Someone is kneeling on one of the larger rocks near the base of the cliff.

It’s a man, holding a camera, his posture focused and intent as he adjusts the lens.

For a brief second, Yoona’s heart skips. Could this be the photographer she’s been hearing about? But she quickly dismisses the thought. It’s too much of a coincidence, surely.

Still, something draws her forward.

She walks carefully across the sand, approaching him with a polite smile.

“Hello."

She says softly, holding up her phone.

“Would you mind… taking a picture of me?”

The man glances up, his eyes sharp and thoughtful. He gives a small, apologetic smile.

“The fog will lower the quality."

He says in lightly accented English.

"But… sure, if you like.”

Yoona steps forward to hand him her phone, but he gently shakes his head, lifting his camera slightly.

“This will capture your beauty much better than a phone ever could.”

Heat rises to Yoona’s cheeks at the unexpected compliment, and she lets out a soft, flustered laugh.

“O-okay,"

She agrees, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She turns, positioning herself so her back faces the sea, and instinctively shifts into a graceful, practiced stance. She’s posed for thousands of pictures before and it shows. There’s a natural elegance in the way she holds herself, the subtle turn of her chin, the softness in her gaze.

The man is quiet behind the camera, but his fingers move deftly, adjusting settings, snapping a few shots, stepping slightly to one side, then the other. His eyes are drawn to the effortless way she transforms in front of the lens. Poised yet genuine, her presence filling the frame with an understated intensity.

Suddenly, the slow sweep of a lighthouse beam arcs across the dark water.

The man’s breath catches slightly, an idea flickering to life.

“Wait."

He murmurs. He gestures toward the rock he had been kneeling on.

“Would you stand up there for a moment?”

Yoona hesitates, glancing between him and the rock. She’s unsure of his intentions but senses no threat. Only a quiet focus, an artist’s attention.

She steps carefully onto the rock, balancing as she turns to face him.

He lifts the camera again, watching intently as the lighthouse beam slowly returns. His finger hovers over the shutter.

“Hold that pose."

The light cuts across the shore, and in that precise moment, the camera clicks.

The photograph captures Yoona bathed in the ethereal glow of the lighthouse, the mist in the night air catching the beam so that the entire scene shimmers with an almost dreamlike quality. She stands framed by light, the fog, the sea, a figure suspended between earth and ocean, between shadow and brilliance.

You lift the camera again, feeling the weight of it steady in your hands, and wait for the slow return of the lighthouse beam. Yoona stands gracefully on the rock, the ocean stretching out behind her, the fog curling softly in the night air. As soon as the light sweeps over her, you press the shutter. Click. Another perfect capture. Without a word, she shifts. A small tilt of her head, a delicate change in posture, a gentle curve of her arm. You don’t need to tell her what to do. She moves instinctively, reading the moment, sensing the light.

And you… you can’t help but be quietly captivated.

You take a few more shots, timing each one carefully with the beam of the lighthouse, until the light finally fades and she steps down from the rock. For a moment, you hesitate. You want to say something. To thank her, to keep this connection going. But your words stick in your throat. Finally, you clear your voice softly.

“Would it be alright if I sent you these pictures?”

You ask, trying to sound casual.

“Maybe… your number or email?”

Your heart beats just a little faster. You know you’re asking for something personal, and you don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Yoona pauses for just a second, glancing at you thoughtfully. She’s clearly weighing it, you’re still a stranger, after all, but then a soft, knowing smile touches her lips. There’s something about you, something about this strange, beautiful moment, that feels comfortable, familiar.

And maybe, she senses, you’re hoping for a little more than just sharing pictures.

She gives a small nod.

“Alright."

She says quietly, pulling out her phone and reading off her number.

Relief and a flicker of excitement warm your chest as you save it carefully.

“I’ll send them tonight."

You promise, offering her a smile.

You both exchange a soft goodbye. You watch her walkup the stairs, her figure slowly blending into the dark cliff, until she disappears into the distance.

Back in her room, Yoona steps inside, placing her sandals by the door. She walks over to the photograph above the bed. The stunning shot of the whale, its back half still submerged, its fin sending glittering droplets into the air.

A sudden thought makes her pause.

"Wait… I never asked for his name."

Her eyes flick down to the corner of the picture, where the elegant initials JK are marked.

"Could it have been… him?"

A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she touches the frame lightly with her fingertips.

She’ll find out soon enough.

Yoona steps into the small but beautifully tiled bathroom, letting the warm shower water wash away the salt and sand from her walk along the beach. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, feeling the tension melt from her shoulders.

After drying off, she wraps herself in the soft robe provided by the flat, towel-dries her hair, and then moves in front of the small mirror. She runs a brush through her damp strands, smoothing them out before slipping into a light pajama set. By the time she climbs into bed, the night outside has deepened into a peaceful hush. The window is slightly open, letting in the faint sound of the waves and the cool, salty air.

Yoona settles under the covers, phone in hand, aimlessly scrolling through her messages and social media. She’s just about to put it aside when a notification pops up. An unfamiliar number, a new message.

Her heart gives a small, excited jump.

Opening it, she finds a text from you:

"Hey, it’s me. I wanted to send you the pictures. Hope you like them :)"

Attached are several image files.

Yoona eagerly taps them open one by one. The first few are the casual shots by the beach, which look lovely. But when she gets to the ones with the light of the lighthouse, she actually lets out a small, surprised breath.

They’re stunning.

In the photos, she’s bathed in the dramatic, sweeping light of the lighthouse beam, the fog curling softly around her like something out of a dream. The combination of light, mist, and her poised figure makes her look almost ethereal — like she belongs in another world.

Without thinking, she types back quickly:

"Wow… these are amazing. Thank you so much for taking such beautiful pictures."

A moment later, you reply:

"You don’t have to thank me. It was an honor to photograph someone as gorgeous as you."

Yoona feels her cheeks flush, smiling at the unexpected compliment as she sinks deeper into the pillows.

The conversation doesn’t stop there. You two end up texting for another hour or two, the exchange flowing easily despite only having just met. She learns you’re local to Cassis, that you’ve lived here for years, and it comes up that she’s here as a tourist, alone for her relaxing week on the beach.

You offer, a little shyly, to show her around tomorrow.

“Like a personal guide.”

You say, half-joking.

Yoona hesitates for a moment, then types back:

"That sounds really nice. I’d love that."

The both of you say good night to each other.

As Yoona sets her phone on the nightstand and curls under the blankets, she can’t help but smile.

She closes her eyes, her thoughts drifting to you. The quiet photographer with the gentle eyes, the one who made her feel like she stepped out of a dream tonight.

Before long, she’s fast asleep, the sound of the sea mingling with the soft rhythm of her breathing, the promise of tomorrow dancing in her dreams.

The next morning, you arrive at Yoona’s flat a little before nine, carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers you picked up from a stall by the marina. She opens the door with a bright smile, her hair loosely tied back, dressed casually in a light black dress and sandals.

“Good morning."

She says, a touch of shyness in her voice as she accepts the flowers with a soft laugh.

You lead her down to a cozy café near the square for breakfast, where you both sit at a small table under a striped awning, sipping fresh coffee and sharing flaky croissants with butter and jam. Conversation flows easily. She tells you about Korea, about how she wanted a quiet relaxing trip, and you share little details about growing up in Cassis, about your love for photography and the way light plays off the sea here.

After breakfast, you wander through the town together.

You show her the narrow, winding streets with their pastel houses, the tiny art galleries hidden in side alleys, the old stone steps that climb up to the small castle she’d noticed on the hill when she first arrived. She stops often, lifting her phone to take pictures, though you notice she sometimes glances at you as if comparing her photos to the ones you might have captured.

At the small local museum, you explore side by side. Old maritime relics, paintings by local artists, and a photography exhibit featuring, to Yoona’s quiet delight, several works signed JK. She glances at you playfully, her eyes sparkling with suspicion. You just smile softly and say nothing.

By midday, you take her to a seaside restaurant for lunch. Fresh grilled fish, crisp salads, and glasses of cold rosé under the shade of an umbrella. Afterward, with the sun high overhead, you both decide to head down to the beach.

You sit together on the sand, shoes off, feeling the warm grains between your toes. Yoona laughs as she splashes her feet in the water, the waves playful and cool. For a while, you both just watch the horizon, letting the peaceful rhythm of the sea fill the space between conversations.

As evening approaches, you bring her to a restaurant you know. One tucked slightly away from the busier marina, quieter, more intimate. You’re given a table outside, where soft candlelight flickers gently between you.

Yoona looks radiant in the evening glow, her hair catching the fading sunlight, her eyes warm and relaxed from the day’s adventures.

You sip wine together, the conversation turning softer, deeper. She leans forward sometimes, her fingers lightly tracing the base of her glass, laughing at something you say. You can feel the shift between you, the gentle hum of attraction growing stronger, unspoken but undeniable.

Dinner lingers well past sunset, the air cooling slightly but the candles keeping your table bathed in a soft, romantic glow.

You press Yoona gently but firmly against the door outside her flat, your mouth on hers. Her hands clutch at your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she pulls you closer.

The kiss is slow at first, exploratory, her breath catching softly as your lips brush over hers again and again, but soon it deepens, the restraint between you slipping away.

Her back arches just slightly as she melts into you, the world around you both narrowing to this one heated, breathless moment.

Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echo of the sea, the whisper of the waves, but all you can focus on is the taste of her lips, the press of her body, the way her hands tighten on you as if she’s been waiting for this all day.

Your lips stay locked as Yoona presses herself closer against you, the soft warmth of her breath mingling with yours. But after a long, breathless moment, she pulls back just slightly, her chest rising and falling as she looks up at you.

There’s a flicker of hesitation in her dark eyes. Not out of doubt, but out of the natural caution she’s always had. And yet… there’s something stronger in her now, a pulse of excitement running through her veins, telling her she wants more, that she wants this.

Her lips curl into a faint, almost teasing smile.

“Do you… want to come inside?”

She whispers, her voice low, a little breathless.

You don’t need to answer with words.

A moment later, you’re both moving through the open door, hands tangled, mouths finding each other again in a hungry kiss.

Yoona lets out a soft gasp as your tongue meets hers, her arms pulling you even closer, one hand sliding up into your hair, fingers tightening just slightly. The other tugs at your collar, drawing you down as she leans back. Her hips bump against the edge of the small wooden table behind her, and without thinking, she lifts one leg to wrap around yours, drawing you even tighter against her. With a small, breathless laugh, you guide her back, lifting her smoothly onto the table’s surface. Her hands stay on you, holding on as if she doesn’t want to let you go, as the kisses deepen and your heartbeats quicken.

Your palm moves instinctively to hold the thigh of her wrapped leg, fingers sliding just slightly along the soft skin, while your other hand rises, cradling the back of her head, guiding her into another long, lingering kiss.

You can feel the tension vibrating between you. The way your body aches to pull her closer. The way she leans into you, her breath catching as she meets you kiss for kiss, movement for movement.

And yet, somewhere under the heat, you still wait, holding yourself back, waiting for her signal, her permission.

Yoona senses it, feels the way you’re barely containing yourself and that realization only makes her pulse race faster.

She breaks the kiss just slightly, leaning in close to your ear, her voice a whisper.

“Explore.”

The single word is like a spark.

You feel her shiver slightly as your hand slides down from the back of her head, tracing the delicate curve of her back, moving lower until your fingers rest at her waist, then her hips, then the soft firmness of her ass.

Yoona’s breath hitches and she responds by slipping her hands to the buttons of your shirt, quickly undoing the top few. Her fingertips dive underneath the fabric, gliding over the warm skin beneath, tracing your chest, your sides, drawing you even closer.

The air between you feels electric now, the room narrowing down to just the two of you, tangled, breathless, poised at the edge of something that neither of you wants to stop.

You’re both lost in the rhythm of each other’s touch. Your hands roaming her waist, her back, feeling the soft curves beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Yoona’s breath warms against your mouth as she presses in closer, fingers sliding under your shirt, nails grazing lightly over your skin.

You can’t help it. The words slip out in a low, almost awed mumble between kisses.

“God… you’re perfect… like you were sculpted. You’re not even real, are you?”

You feel her body shiver slightly against yours, the compliment sparking something even deeper in her. But then, just as you’re about to pull her in again, she suddenly pulls back, her eyes bright and glinting with a spark of excitement.

“Get your camera."

She says softly.

You blink, heart racing, confused for a moment.

The camera?

But the way she looks at you - playful, daring - leaves no room for questions.

You fumble back toward the door, where your camera bag lies half-forgotten, dropped in the heat of the moment when you first stumbled inside together. Your fingers close around the familiar strap, and when you turn back, the sight in front of you steals your breath.

Yoona has lit several candles scattered around the room, their warm, golden light flickering over the walls, casting soft, dancing shadows that make the air feel intimate, enchanted. Before you can even fully take it in, she’s already pulling you back toward her, her lips crashing onto yours once more. The camera is still in your hand, slightly awkward, but you barely notice. You taste the faint trace of wine and the sweetness of her lipstick on her mouth. You inhale the subtle scent of her skin, mingled with the salt of the ocean air still clinging faintly to your clothes.

Slowly, the two of you edge toward the bed, the movement unhurried but hungry, every step drawn out by the deep pull between you. Your legs bump against the mattress, and before you can react, Yoona presses a hand to your chest and gives a firm push.

You land flat on your back, the bed creaking softly beneath you, heart pounding as she climbs onto you, straddling your waist with effortless grace. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.

“Start taking pictures.”

It takes you a second to fully process her words, but when you do, you fumble to bring the camera up, breath tight in your throat.

From your angle, lying beneath her, Yoona looks taller, almost regal, the curves of her body framed by the play of light and shadow. The candlelight glows warmly against her silhouette, her face mostly veiled in darkness, leaving the shape of her figure illuminated like something from a dream, almost unreal.

Your breath hitches as she takes your free hand and places it on her bare thigh, the skin smooth and soft under your palm. You feel her guide your hand slowly upward, and with every inch, the hem of her dress lifts slightly, teasingly.

Your heart pounds as your fingers brush higher, the camera clicking softly between you, but just when you’re about to see more, Yoona lets your hand fall back down with a soft laugh, as if she’s teasing not just you, but the camera itself.

You stare up at her, completely captivated, the lens trembling slightly in your hand as you take shot after shot, each one capturing a version of her that feels both intimate and untouchable.

Yoona stays perched on top of you, her legs folded neatly around your waist as she slowly raises her arms above her head, her body stretching elegantly in the candlelight.

Click

You take another picture, heart pounding.

She lets one arm fall back down, her other hand resting lightly on her head, fingers curling through her hair, her gaze sultry and calm.

Click

Another photo. Her side profile now, the elegant line of her jaw, the softness of her mouth slightly parted.

She shifts again, gathering her hair into a makeshift ponytail, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, the smooth sweep of her shoulder.

Click

You can barely breathe as you capture her through the lens, mesmerized by the way she moves, by how she plays with the light and shadows.

Then she places one hand firmly on your chest and leans back slightly, arching her back, her other hand still cradling her head, her lips parted, eyes half-lidded.

Click

Another breathtaking image, another moment sealed forever.

But then, Yoona’s hands move slowly, deliberately, to the hem of her dress. You watch, breath tight, as she begins to lift it, inch by inch. Without realizing it, you let the camera lower onto the mattress beside you, your attention entirely consumed by her. Your eyes follow every movement, every inch of newly revealed skin. The soft dip of her waist. The smooth stretch of her stomach. The elegant curve of her hips.

By the time she’s peeled the dress fully away, she’s left in nothing but a red bra and matching panties, the warm candlelight playing across her glowing skin. You’re still staring, caught somewhere between awe and desire, when she lets out a soft, slightly embarrassed laugh.

“Aren’t you going to keep taking pictures?”

She teases, her voice light and breathless.

Jolted back to reality, you fumble briefly for the camera, lifting it again with shaky hands.

Click

A shot of her kneeling above you, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

Yoona shifts again, one thumb slipping under the thin strap of her bra, drawing it slightly down her shoulder. You feel yourself react instinctively, the tightness in your chest, the tension building between you, the way her movements pull you deeper under her spell.

Click

Another shot as the strap slides halfway down her arm.

Click

A second strap, now loose, slipping delicately around her other arm.

Click

Yoona smiles faintly, fingers reaching behind her back, fumbling lightly for the clasp of her bra. With a soft click, the fabric loosens, held in place now by just one hand at the center.

You hear yourself exhale sharply, your breath catching in your throat, your heart racing. And you take another picture of her kneeling on top of you as she holds her bra.

Yoona had always known she was beautiful. It was something people told her every day, in passing compliments, in lingering stares, in admiring smiles. But here, now, straddling you in the flickering candlelight, with your wide, breathless gaze fixed solely on her, she feels something entirely different. This isn't casual admiration. This is raw, unfiltered desire, and it stirs something deep inside her. Her confidence swells with every glance you steal, with every shaky breath you take as your eyes trace her body like it is a masterpiece. She feels powerful, sexy, untouchable. And yet completely wanted. Your genuine, wordless awe makes her heart race, makes her bolder, makes her want to tease, to dare, to peel back every layer and show you just how captivating she can be. For the first time in a long time, Yoona doesn't just look sexy. She feels it, burning through her veins, humming under her skin, making her want more.

Yoona’s breath shivers softly as she slowly lets the bra slip from her fingers, the delicate red fabric falling to the mattress beside you. She keeps one hand draped loosely across her chest, but even so, you can see the gentle curve of her small, perky breasts, the candlelight gliding over her skin like liquid gold.

You hesitate, just for a heartbeat, before lifting the camera again.

Click

She watches you, her eyes dark and shimmering, and then, with a teasing slowness, she lets her hand fall away completely.

Your breath catches.

Her bare chest is now fully revealed, and for a long, pulsing second, both you and the camera are utterly transfixed. The soft swell of her breasts, the way her skin glows in the flickering light, the delicate tension in her posture. She’s mesmerizing.

You lift a hand almost without thinking, fingers reaching gently, reverently, to brush over the perfect curve of one breast.

Click

The camera captures the moment, but your focus is divided. Your touch, her warmth, the rising heat between you.

Then Yoona surprises you.

She takes your hand carefully away from her chest, guiding it upward, toward her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she draws two of your fingers past her lips, closing around them slowly, teasingly, her tongue pressing lightly against your skin. Your breath stutters as you snap another picture, though now your arm blocks part of the view, hiding her chest from the lens, but still leaving enough to stir your pulse even faster.

While your fingers rest inside her mouth, you watch as her own hands slip down her body, smooth and sure, traveling over her stomach until they reach her hips. With a playful, sultry little tug, she hikes the waistband of her red panties just slightly higher, framing the curve of her hips, showing herself off in a way that’s equal parts bold and graceful.

Click

Another shot, though you barely remember pressing the shutter.

Finally, she lets your fingers fall gently from her mouth, her lips curving into a faint, playful smile.

“Am I…”

She breathes, voice low, teasing,

“still beautiful?”

For a moment, you can’t find your voice. You feel the words rising, but they come out instinctively, without thought. Not in English, but in a soft, reverent murmur of French.

“Tu es magnifique… hors de ce monde…”

Yoona blinks, her cheeks flushing lightly even though she doesn’t understand. But the tone, the quiet sincerity in your voice, makes her heart flutter all the same. She feels your clothed cock press against her core, which finally makes her break the moment of silence between the two of you.

"Take them off."

Her whisper is low and filled with lust. For a moment you're not sure what she's talking about. But the your eyes fall on her panties. With your free hand you reach for them. Slowly, you begin to pull them down and Yoona lifts her body a little. You take another picture with the hem of her panties right above her pussy.

The two of you make eye contact again and then you carefully pull the red fabric off and down her thighs. Your camera falls onto the mattress, forgotten for the rest of the night. You can't take your eyes off her flawless center. Her small, beautiful folds hide her clit and the entrance to her snatch. While one hand draws circles around her labia, the other holds onto her waist for support.

Yoona lets out an embarrassed moan, suddenly very aware of the fact that she's completely naked while you're fully clothed. Her mind gets overwhelmed by your teasing fingertips which brush against her folds without actually touching her properly. Her own fingers move down to undo your pants.

So far the night has started at a slow pace, but now the flame of passion as turned into a full blown fire. When you finally brush with your thumb over her clit, Yoona is taking out your hard cock. She looks down on it as she wraps a hand around your length, but you can't see her expression, her face in the dark. Only her eyes seem to reflect your own lust. As she gently strokes your cock and you carefully play with her folds, the two of you communicate without talking. Yoona lifts herself further off of you, her red panties gliding down her thighs. She moves along your body and then turns around. A moment later she's basically lying on top of you. Her pussy is mere inches away from your face, while you feel her lips graze your cock.

"So pretty."

You murmur to yourself as you wrap your hands around her waist. Pulling her close, you stick out your tongue to taste Yoona for the first time. Simultaneously she wraps her lips around the tip of your cock, one of her hands holding its base, the other lies flat on your thigh.

The two of you pleasure each other, your hot bodies melting together. Everything about Yoona is perfect and her pussy is definitely no exception. You let your tongue brush over her folds and past her clit, making her moan around your cock. The vibration sends shivers along your spine, which makes you dig your fingers into her soft waist even further. Yoona is eagerly sucking on your cock, trying to satisfy you as much as you are satisfying her. It's a competition, but teamwork at the same time.

You don't know how much time you already spent with her lying on top of you, but you don't care. You could eat her pussy the whole night and still crave more. One of your hands moves from her waist to her ass, exploring her tight cheeks, before giving each of them a squeeze. In response to that, you feel Yoona removing her hand from your base. A moment later you feel your tip brush against the back of her mouth. First it's kinda hard, then some sort of soft squishiness. A moment later your tip slips down her throat.

"Oh god!"

You gasp into her pussy at the unexpected move. Instinctively your hips thrust into her mouth and you feel yourself going even deeper. You make Yoona choke on accident, but you reward her by pressing your tongue flat against her clit. You apply pressure, making her squirm a little. She eventually lifts her head off your cock to catch her breath.

"It feels so good."

She moans, but you're not sure if she means your cock or your tongue. You continue to eat her out either way, while your hand on her ass moves a little lower. A jolt of new sensations rushes through Yoona when she feels one of your fingers graze her puckered hole. It feels good, but unfamiliar. She begins to move on top of you, deciding that she's doesn't want that right now.

You want to apologize, afraid that you overstepped a boundary, but she isn't saying anything, so you stay quiet. Yoona moves back to her original position with her pussy now hovering above your stiff cock. But this time she isn't facing you. You have an amazing view of her flawless back and firm ass. One of her hands moves along her folds, gathering some of her slick, before she uses reaches down and gives your cock a few more strokes. You shiver in anticipation as you Yoona looks over her shoulder back at you. She bites her lip, the light of the candles dancing on her face. You watch your tip disappear and you can feel how her wet folds take your shaft in.

The feeling of being inside Yoona's pussy has your head spinning. You instinctively reach out to her, your hands finding her butt. You stop her from lowering herself even further for a moment.

"You're so tight."

The words leave your lips before you can hold them back.

"You're so big."

Yoona replies with a sigh herself, her head rolling back.

Eventually, you loosen your grip on her ass, allowing her to continue her way down your cock. It feels like it takes hours. You watch her pussy lips stretch around your cock, tightly gripping it while they slide down along your length.

"Oh my god, oh my god."

Yoona whispers when her ass meets your hips. You're fully buried inside of her.

The two of you don't move, savoring the feeling of being connected like this. Only what feels like half an hour, Yoona slowly begins to lift herself up. Your hands glide up along her back to support her. When only your tip rests inside her snug pussy, you hear another shakey breath escape her lips, before she moves down again.

Yoona begins to ride you in reverse. Slowly. As she's getting to know your cock, adjusting to its size inside of her. You watch her hair slowly sway from left to right in the rhythm of her steady bounces.

After a couple of minutes, Yoona begins to pick up the pace a little. You feel her pussy glide up and down your length. Her tight lips hug your cock, while she herself feels every inch of your cock brush against her inner walls. The two of your share one moan after another. The only other sounds in the room are the claps of her ass hitting your hips and the waves hitting the beach outside.

As the night progresses, the two of you change positions. Yoona has turned around after you asked her to and is now riding you while you sit up straight. Your arms around her waist pull her body flush against yours, while her arms are wrapped around your back. Her small perky breasts are just at the right hight for you to put your mouth on them. You lick and kiss her soft mounds while Yoona continues to ride you.

"Do I feel good?"

Her breathless whisper makes you realize how much effort it must take her to move up and down.

"You feel amazing."

You shift your attention from her chest to her face just long enough to answer her.

"I never want this to end."

"Keep going then."

She smiles down at you, before pushing your head back into her tits. You capture one of her nipples with your mouth and you start to suck on it. It makes Yoona moan even louder. She picks up the pace a little, more energy now rushing through her. The two of you are just a pile of limbs, basically one single body. You alternate between her nipples, trying to give them both equal attention. As her pleasure continues to rise, Yoona starts to drag her nails over your back. It doesn't hurt, but it stings a little as she digs them further into your skin. A small prize to pay for hearing this gorgeous woman moan so beautifully while she's riding your cock.

You feel the temperature of Yoona's body continue to climb. The heat that radiates from her core only makes you put in more effort. One of your hands moves up to squeeze one of her tits, while the other moves down to squeeze her ass. You continue to alternative between her nipples, which are now glistening with your saliva.

"More. More."

Her breathless whisper has a sense of urgency to it. At this point she's almost clawing at your back. Yoona feels the pleasure inside of her continue to rise as she bounces up and down on your cock.

"I-I think I'm gonna...."

A load moan escapes her lips and cuts off her own words. She impaled herself on your cock in a slightly different angle. Your tip grazed a new spot. A more sensitive one. Yoona begins to see stars.

"Gonna... Gonna cum!"

Yoona trembles in your arms as she orgasms around your cock. Her tight walls contracting around your leaves you breathless. Her head sinks onto your shoulder as she holds onto you. She stays quiet as her climaxes washes through her in small waves. Your cock stays fully buried inside of her.

After a couple of moments Yoona moves again. She isn't riding you, but just lazily grinding her hips. She kisses your shoulder and neck as she rides out her high.

"That was unbelievable."

She whispers into your ear. Her words give you goosebumps. You're proud of making her cum. But you can tell that she's a little tired now.

"Let's lie you down."

You kiss Yoona's forehead, before carefully lifting her off your cock.

After changing position, you're now aligning your cock with her pussy once more. Yoona is lying on her stomach now, while you're kneeling behind her between her spread out legs. Once more you hold onto her waist. You push back into her tight cavern, making Yoona moan again.

Since the two of you are now more familiar with each other, you don't start slowly. You quickly pick up the pace. Thrusting into her from behind makes her petite body rock back and forth on the bed.

"Squeeze my ass again, please."

You're happy to do as she says. Your hands move from her waist to her ass. You give her playful squeezes as you continue to fuck her into the mattress. An occasional slap here and there earns you small gasps while you admire the ripple of her cheeks.

Yoona's amazing tightness has you groaning, while you eventually lean over her. Exploring the town the entire day and now having to fuck her start to take their toll on you. Yoona tightens around you in random intervals, which doesn't help you last long either. But you don't want to finish early. You take your time and when you feel yourself getting closer, you slow down a little, trying to prolong your orgasm.

But eventually, everything has to come to and end. By now your basically lying on top of her. The only thing separating her back from your chest is a thin film of your combined sweat. She feels your warm breath against her cheek as you groan into her ear. She likes the sounds you make, because she knows it's because of her. She is making you feel good.

You want to whisper her name, but you don't know it. The two of you decided not to exchange names. She doesn't know who you are and you don't know who she is. Even after spending the entire day together.

"I'm close."

You say that instead of her name. Her breath hitches in response. Yoona turns her head a little, trying to look at you.

"Just cum inside."

Her three words make you pick up your pace. Just the possibility of getting to cum inside of her gives you new energy. You continue to fuck Yoona, until you can't hold on any longer.

A long, drawn out deep moan escapes your lips right next to her ear. Yoona lets out a moan herself when she feels your warmth flood her pussy. Her tight walls hig your cock. You never felt this good in your life as you empty your load deep inside of her.

After you regain your ability to think straight, you slowly slide off of her and sink next to her into the mattress. You don't want to put your weight on her for too long if it's not necessary. The two of you lie in silence next to each other. You want to say something, but you're not sure what exactly.

Yoona is facing the same problem. She doesn't know what she's supposed to say now. Hoping that you go first, she stays quiet for a while. Eventually, she notices how your breath has become slower. How it has established a steady rhythm. You've fallen asleep.

She sighs, the weight of what happened today finally coming down on her. Yoona feels a little bit of your cum escaping her pussy.

Then she suddenly hears her phone vibrate for just a second. Then again. And again. And a forth time. It dawns on her that it must be past midnight. It's now May 30th. Her birthday. She feels her eyelids getting heavier and begins to drift off to sleep.

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Hi everyone!

I hope you enjoyed it. I'm afraid I got a little bit carried away with the build up, but I already cut out a lot.

Stay healthy!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

w for wheezie

words: 1.5k

warnings: very wheezie heavy i stan her, established relationship, physical violence!, descriptions of blood, rafe vs pogues, cameron family drama

“what do you think?” you hold up two letters, each silver with diamonds encrusted in them. “w for wheezie or l for louisa?”

“umm…” wheezie looks at the charms, tapping her chin, eyes flicking back and forth between the two.”

“i would say both, but…” you shrug, leaving the decision up to her.

“i think w because everyone calls me wheezie.” she decides.

“perfect.” you smile, looking at the chain lengths next. you love spending time with wheezie, especially when its shopping days like today where you take her to the mall or whatever store she wants.

usually rafe would accompany you, always hanging back to allow you to gossip, even if it was about him and your relationship. he’d only appear when you headed to the cash register, supplying his credit card to pay for whatever clothes or accessories you got.

“we should stop by sephora next.” you say as the cashier rings up your jewelry, various bracelets and necklaces, along with a chain and ring you bought for rafe (or really he bought for himself as you hand the cashier his card, but at least you picked it out).

“i need a new foundation for the summer.” wheezie says. it makes you pout for a moment, thinking about how grown up she is. you’ve been friends with rafe since middle school and used to play barbies with wheezie and take her to the american girl doll store, and now you’re taking her to buy makeup and try on dresses for homecoming.

“maybe a tinted moisturizer.” you remark, walking with bags in your hand to sephora.

--

“i would call this a successful haul.” you giggle as you load up your car, having to put bags in the backseat as well once the trunk is full. you turn on a playlist of yours and wheezies favorite songs, having different playlists ready for whoever you’re with.

it’s practical to buy so much at one time since you made the almost two hour drive to norfolk to visit the mall, and probably won’t be back for a long time. you prefer staying in the outer banks to shop, but it’s not always possible with the limited number of stores.

“do you think you have time next week to take me to get my haircut?” wheezie asks, already looking a bit like a mini you, and you have no doubt she’ll ask for a similar haircut.

“of course, wheezie girl!” you nod before letting out a squeal when one of your favorite songs come on, you both belting out the words as you make your way back towards tanneyhill, driving through marshy swamplands, little towns and finally crossing over the bridge.

you pull up the driveway, surprised how eerily quiet it seems to be. usually rafe would be running out the door to make sure you didn’t carry anything in.

“stay in the car for a sec wheezie girl…” you have a strange feeling building, and you always trust your gut. you look back to make sure she doesn’t follow you as you walk into the house to hear muffled grunting.

“rafe?” you call out, your cautious footsteps turning into a run as you make your way further into the house until you see rafe being held up by john b, jjs arm pushing forward to punch him in the gut.

“stop it!” you shout, running in to push jj away, but the second rafe is out of john bs tight hold, he turns to attack them, bravely taking on both in a flair of fists.

“stop it, rafe!” you shout, pulling at his arm. he only pauses when he feels your gentle touch, but john b doesn’t quit, reaching out to hit rafe again, right in the nose as he instantly starts to bleed.

“sarah!” you scream, finally noticing her in the corner of the room, sat with a glazed look in her eye with her knees pulled up to her chest. “stop your freaking attacking dog boyfriend!” you step between the boys, all three of them panting heavily, rafes nose dripping blood down the front of his shirt.

“we are fucking rescuing her!” jj says, puffing his chest up.

“what?” you turn to look at sarah, waiting for an explanation.

“rafe tried to lock me in the house.” she finally says, seeming to shake out of whatever daze she’s in as she stands up. “he tried to stop me from seeing john b.”

“im just trying to do whats best for you, sarah.” rafe says, his voice sounding hoarse from the fight. “he’s a bad guy.”

“no he’s not!” sarah shouts, no doubt going to start in on tirade when you hold your hand up.

“sarah, go with john b. just…” you let out a deep sigh. “get out of here. be back by dark though.” you shoo her away. no way she’s going to actually listen to you and be back by sundown, but at least it gives you time to figure out what’s going on and tend to rafe.

you turn to watch them leave, frown appearing on your face when you see wheezie standing there, looking like a scared little girl you once knew.

“wheeze-” you call to her, but she runs up her stairs into her room, slamming her door loudly. a problem for later, you decide as you turn to rafe.

“come on, baby, lets get you cleaned up.” you say softly, trying to lessen the anger so visible on his features. you lead rafe into the kitchen, wetting a rag with warm water as you gently drag it over his face, feeling tears well up in your eye when you see his busted lip.

“how was shopping? did you have fun?” rafe asks, making you glare at him.

“don’t you dare try to change the topic, rafe cameron. what happened?” you sigh.

“john b and those pogues are fucking criminals. there’s someone who has been robbing houses, and i don’t doubt it’s those fucking-” rafe lets out an angry grunt when you press the washcloth against his cheek, a bruise already forming. “im just trying to protect my family.”

“sarah isn’t a kid anymore, you gotta let her protect herself.” you say softly. “besides, wheezie seeing you all beat up and bloodied isn’t-”

“it was only because it was two against one.” rafe counters.

“baby.” you shake your head. “you’re missing the point. you have no proof that they’re doing anything. trust sarah, alright? i’ll talk to her later.”

“what would we do without you.” rafe smiles, cringing slightly when it stretches his lip, but it doesn't stop him from pressing his mouth against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you deserve the cameron last name more than sarah does.” rafe says, holding you tight against him, feeling your hands shaking slightly. “gonna marry you one day.”

“alright, buddy.” you giggle, making rafe roll his eyes as you pull away. he loves to talk about your future together despite still being so young. you can’t say you haven’t spent time imagining it yourself. “im gonna go talk to wheeze.”

“okay.” rafe gives you another kiss before watching you walk away.

you walk softly up the stairs, tapping your knuckles against wheezies door before opening it up.

“hey, everyone is okay.” you say softly, seeing her sitting on her bed, phone in hand, no doubt scrolling to distract from anything she’s feeling.

“i’m fine.” wheezie shakes her head. she may look fine, but you can see the look in her eyes. she’s just as shaken as you are, if not more.

“it’s okay to not be, though.” you sit down on the bed next to her. “you saw your brother getting beat up, you’re allowed to not be okay with seeing that.”

“its just…” wheezie sighs. “sarah has been so different lately since she started hanging out with john b. she even lied to me the other day.”

“im sorry, wheezie girl.” you wrap her in a tight hug. “your sister loves you. she’s just a teenager, going through a rebellious phase of life. she doesn’t realize that her actions have consequences and can hurt the people she loves.”

“will you talk to her?” wheezie asks. “you always know what to say.”

“of course.” you nod, pulling away from the hug, forcing a smile on your face. “but hey, let’s go get our shopping bags.”

“okay.” wheezie manages a smile.

you walk downstairs to see rafe has already brought everything in from the car, placing it all throughout the front entrance.

you smile as wheezie instantly goes for the sephora bags as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head against his chest.

“its all gonna be alright.” you tell him.

“as long as you’re with me, you’re right.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, his eyes bulging when he sees the dress wheezie pulls out. 

“you are not wearing that-” he begins to argue, finger wagging just like his dad would.

“it’s not for me, its for y/n!” wheezie argues.

“oh.” rafe looks down at you, noting the blush spread across your cheeks. “well, you can wear that but only for me.”

“rafe!” you squeal while wheezie makes a grossed out face.

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[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Beyond the veil of mist

Tamlin x forest fairy reader

Part II

@tamlinweek Day 3

Word count: +3700

Warnings: mention of wounds

Summary: Accidentally entering the forest forbidden even for the High Lord, Tamlin meets mysterious forest fairy who lives there and, in just a few minutes, befriends her enough to invite her to live in his manor. Their friendship runs so deep that to the others they appear to be lovers, but what happens when Lucien comes to visit and confronts his former friend?

Divider by tsunami-of-tears

In the deepest depths of the fairy tale-like forest where spring never ends, lived a group of forest fairy — mythical beings born from the morning mist, peace-loving, beautiful and fragile. Everyone knew better than to evade their territory, their secrets hidden behind ferns taller than male. Respected even by the High Lords of this land, every day in their lives felt like a new beginning.

It was early morning. Soft rays of sun penetrated through the canopy of emerald green leaves, gently caressing the waking up buds of flowers. The entire forest sparkled like full of scattered diamonds, the air smelled sweet and fresh while a light mist floated over the pond with a small waterfall. Its tendrils intertwined through the forest cover, gathering on the rock covered with fresh green moss.

The mist slowly melted away, leaving a small figure sitting on the rock. The petite female stretched out and turned her beautiful face to the warm sun. Her lips curled into a lovely smile as she combed her waist-long hair with fingers. A group of butterflies gathered around her, flickering their colorful wings. One of them landed on her tiny finger, resting, the rest formed a crown on her head. Looking closely at the blue butterfly on her finger, she sighed.

"What a beautiful morning."

A light breeze caught her soft, musical voice, carrying it away. As if on cue, all flowers opened at once, filling the forest with their scent and golden powder of pollen. A swarm of bees circled over that beauty and got to work. The sounds of life joined those of nature in a symphony. A smaller group of fawns calmly walked between the trees and stepped into the clearing to graze, a rabbit running on their heels. It ran straight to the female, hopping around her.

"What is it?" She reached down to pet it.

The rabbit pointed with one little paw towards the deep forest.

"Is there something?"

The little fury animal eagerly nodded.

"So show me the way."

The fairy followed hopping rabbit, her feet hardly touching the ground. The woods were always peaceful, uneventful even. If there was something causing commotion, she needed to take care of it.

As they went deeper into the forest, the sunlight faded and shadows grew longer and darker. If it weren't for faint groans, the sudden silence would have been scary. Whatever was here, it seemed to be hurt, scaring away even the birds that usually sang in the crowns of trees. The rabbit halted, hiding behind a bush of wild raspberries, its fluffy long ears trembling. It pointed to the oldest of the trees with a trunk so wide that it looked more like a tower of a castle than a tree. The weak groans were coming from its other side. The fairy quietly thanked the brave rabbit and sent it back. On feet so light as the mist from which she was born, she carefully rounded the tree.

Between the two enormous roots sticking out of the ground, a huge beast lay curled on its side. Despite its sharp claws and fangs, the beast was so weakened that it posed no threat. When she noticed the long gashes on its side, she didn't hesitate anymore and stepped closer. The beast's emerald green eyes shot open. With great effort, it lifted its head and growled deeply, showing off those long fangs.

"I won't hurt you," she spoke calmly and tilted her head slightly to the side, looking at the beast properly. This wasn't a creature like any other. Looking deep into those strange green eyes, she found the answers she needed. "You know that this part of the forest is forbidden to all of you, High Lord, yet you are here."

"I'm sorry," the beast wheezed, its voice hoarse. "I promise not touch or take anything. Just allow me to catch my breath and I'll leave immediately."

She smiled faintly. "I know you won't. Now put away that armor and show your true form. Whatever happened out there, you are safe here."

The beast slowly blinked. "I can't," he groaned and then fainted, his head hitting the ground.

"Oh my," the fairy covered her mouth with a tiny hand, nearly melting back into the mist. "Poor thing."

She hurried to him. Thankfully, he was still breathing. She looked around, hoping that one of her sisters was nearby to help her, then changed her mind. Maybe it was better this way. They certainly wouldn't appreciate having a wounded intruder around, and even though they were all kind, rules were rules and he would be promptly returned to the outside world.

The little fairy summoned the thick fog to protect them from any prying eyes and knelt next to the beast, lightly touching his fur to check the gashes on his side. She nervously bit her lower lip. She had broken another rule. Touching another magical creature was strictly forbidden for her kind because it was said to be harmful. Praying she wouldn't turn into mist for the rest of her life, she worked quickly. The wounds weren't so deep — the threads of magic were already sealing them, the bleeding had stopped as well.

Reaching for the source of power pulsing deep in the ground, holding this world together, she borrowed a bit of it and pushed it toward the beast. The massive body transformed into shimmering gold dust, gradually carried away on the breeze. Once it was gone, only the body of a tall male with golden hair and pointy ears was left in its place.

He was young and strikingly handsome. The tanned skin of his face glistened with sweat. In wonder, her gaze followed one of the droplets as it rolled from the corner of his eye down the high cheek and disappeared in his long hair. A muscle twitched in his strong jaw and a weak moan escaped through his slightly parted lips.

She sat back on the grass, still waiting for the punishment for touching him. However, nothing happened. It was strange. She was sure she should have already melted away. While watching his broad chest rise and fall, she dove into her thoughts.

The High Lord jerked, sitting upright. He pressed his trembling hand to his chest and then to his ribs where he had been wounded before. Everything was healed, not even pain remained. The fog around didn't allow him to see much. He frowned.

"How do you feel?" the fairy asked him, her gentle voice caressing the wounds on his soul.

"Much better. Thank you," he whispered, afraid he could destroy the peace around him if he breathed out too loudly.

"Then you should go, High Lord. I'll lead you through the fog. Hopefully, nobody else noticed your presence." She stood up and the crown of butterflies on her head fluttered their wings. One by one they flew away.

"Tamlin," he breathed out while scrambling to his feet. She turned back to him with a raised brow. "My name is Tamlin. You don't need to call me High Lord."

"Tamlin," she murmured as if testing his name. "Please, follow me."

They walked in silence for a while.

"Would you mind telling me your name?" He caught up with her, now walking by her side. He curiously peeked down at her. She was small but fast, her movements were so smooth it seemed she was floating above the ground.

"Why do you want to know it?"

"I-.." he stuttered, a flush dusting his cheeks. "I'd just like to know to whom I owe my life."

Her eyes widened. "I did nothing like that."

"You definitely helped me," he pointed to his body. "It's been some time since I was able to turn myself back."

The fairy felt a strange heat, her heart suddenly pounding faster. She shyly put some distance between them and only then she whispered, "I'm Y/N."

"Y/N," he repeated. "It's beautiful name."

"Hmm," she broke the silence after a few steps, the curiosity taking better of her. "Is it true that your kind lives in the castles?"

"Where have you heard that?" he chuckled.

"We have stories from the times before we settled in this forest."

Tamlin didn't admit it aloud, but he'd love to learn more about her. He didn't have any particular reason other than that she and the other forest fairies lived in his Court and she helped him out.

"Well, it depends. Most of my kind live in simple houses, though."

She gave him a puzzled look.

"You could come with me and see for yourself."

She looked away dejectedly.

"And where do you live?" he returned the question, suddenly feeling lonely without that melodic voice of hers.

"Everywhere," she vaguely waved her hand. "We are born from the mist and.. we are mist. This is just a form we take on occasionally." She tried to explain it, not paying attention to the forest floor. Her delicate foot got tangled in an ivy and she lost her balance. Tamlin moved fast, catching her before she could hurt herself. She shrieked in panic and pushed him away.

"What have you done?" she cried, backing from him. Her whole body was trembled as she looked down at her hands.

"W-what?" Tamlin didn't understand.

"I-.. I-.." she slowly calmed down, turning her palms up and down. Her back bumped into a tree.

"What's going on?" he asked, seeking an explanation. "Are you hurt?"

"I don't know.. I was supposed to turn into mist."

He raised his brows in surprise. "But you are still here."

"I know. It's.. strange. When you fainted, I touched you," she admitted. "It was just a very light touch, so I thought.." She bounced off the tree she was leaning against and grasped his hand. "Ha!"

"Please, explain me this," Tamlin wasn't sure whether to laugh or run away. Maybe seclusion had turned these beautiful creatures into mad ones.

"We have a rule, one of the most important ones. It says that when we touch or are touched by another magical being, we will turn into mist forever, which is equal to dying. But.."

"You are still here," Tamlin relaxed and brushed his long fingers over her cheek. That perfectly explained her reaction. When she smiled, he forgot how to breathe. He couldn't explain it, but he felt good in her company. All his troubles and pain seemed to vanish and it was so freeing.

The rest of the way, they walked hand in hand, talking. As it usually happens in a good company, their journey came to end too fast. Y/N sadly dragged her gaze over the tall wall of ferns separating her home from the rest of the world. Tamlin wasn't ready to leave yet either.

"You should go before others notice you," she said, but both of her hands were still holding his big one. The feel of his warm skin, sturdy and so different from hers, caused a thousand of butterflies to dance all over her body. It was pleasant.

"You could come with me," he suggested. Ever since everyone left him — forgot him — he hadn't felt this good or seen. It would be nice to have this delicate being as a friend, to be able to meet her every day and talk about anything.

"What would I do in your world?" It wasn't a sarcastic remark. She was seriously considering his offer.

"Whatever you would like. I would show you how we live and the nice places all around the Spring. You could try our food, see different flowers than the ones that bloom here.. You don't need to do anything special, just enjoy your time." If she asked him, he would even dust off his fiddles and play a song or two for her. Years had passed since he held them last. The twists of life had shattered even his love for music.

She hesitantly nodded.

That day, the two of them left the mysterious land of forest fairies and never looked back.

Several months later

Tamlin was taking two steps at once as he hurried down the stairs, balancing a bowl of fruit with ice cream in one hand and a tray with a tea set in the other. It was a beautiful warm day, birds merrily chirped in the crowns of trees while a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves and he couldn't help but smile. Ever since Y/N came to his life, everything had turned to better. Things that used to hurt him melted away, problems that used to bother him were solved easily. It felt like the magic of happiness had finally decided to reward him for all the hardships.

The High Lord of the Spring headed to the garden, looking for the source of his good mood. Turning the corner, he spotted her dancing between bushes of blooming roses, surrounded by colorful butterflies. She seemed to attract not only all the living things but also all the sunlight.

"Y/N!" he called and she stopped, turning to him. When she saw all the food he brought, she happily danced to him and took the tray with pot and cups.

"What is it?" she curiously eyed the mountain of frozen delicacy in the bowl as they sat down on the prepared blanket in a patch of grass in the shade of the trees.

"It's ice cream," he chuckled. She was like a child learning about the world and he gladly guided her through. "Do you want to try it?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I'm not sure. Is it good?"

Tamlin shoved a full spoon into his mouth, closing his eyes. "Delicious! It's sweet and refreshing. Here. Give it a try."

He scooped a bit of ice cream onto the spoon and offered it to her. She hesitantly accepted. As soon as it touched her tongue, she squealed happily. "So good!"

"I told you," he laughed and scooped a bit of another flavor. "Try this one, too."

This time she didn't hesitate. "It tastes like strawberries!"

The High Lord only hummed calmly.

"Oh, this tastes like.. like.. what did you call it the other day." Her gaze wandered around as she was trying to recall the word.

Tamlin watched his friend with a mischievous grin. He loved these carefree moments. "Chocolate," he whispered playfully.

"Yes, chocolate! I already had it on tip of my tongue."

"Sure you did," he gently bumped his shoulder into hers and placed a kiss in her hair.

After eating all the ice cream and fruit, Tamlin rested his back against the tree trunk and pulled her closer, leaning her back against his chest. They quietly talked about everything and nothing, counting butterflies that flew over the garden and guessing the shapes of clouds. When they grew tired of just sitting, they stood up. The innocent walk soon turned into a chase game, their laughter filling the garden. When they had enough of running, Tamlin grasped her waist and spun her around, pulling her into a dance while the orchestra of birds and nature played a lovely melody for them.

As the sun started to set behind the hills to the west, they picked up their stuff and, hand in hand, headed back inside. They got so caught up in the moment that they didn't notice a male sitting on the stairs of the terrace, watching them.

"And here I thought I would find you again in a bad mood," he mused, his golden eye glimmering in the growing darkness.

Tamlin instinctively shoved Y/N behind his back, ready to fight. "Oh, it's you," he grumbled when he properly looked at the intruder. "What do you want?"

The fox-like male with long red hair and one russet and one gold eye flashed a dazzling smile, unbothered by the way the High Lord spoke to him. "Lately, I've been quite busy and couldn't come over. I've missed you, my friend. I hoped that for once you would share the sentiment."

"Well, I don't. You can go lick the heels of your new friends or whatever you do there."

"Let's go inside," Tamlin told Y/N softly and creating a wall between her and the newcomer, he led her to the door.

"C'mon!" the male called and followed them. "Don't be such a grump, Tam. And where are your manners, hm? You should introduce me to the beautiful lady by your side." He playfully winked at her and she hid behind the High Lord, all flushed.

"No need. You are not staying."

* * *

"I said you are not staying," Tamlin growled.

They were seated around the small dining table, three plates of delicious-looking meals set on it.

"I've already heard that," Lucien scooped a bit of mashed potatoes onto his finger and licked it clean. He seemed to be bored.

In last less than an hour, he managed to annoy Tamlin several times and befriended Y/N. His good and easy-going nature made him a funny companion. Despite Tamlin's attempts to kick him out, he was still there, even joining them for dinner.

"Anyway, how did you end up in the banned forest? While I was living here, I got the impression that it's impossible, deadly quest."

"I have no idea," the questioned one replied angrily. "I was attacked by a group of naga. They caught me by surprise. I was greatly weakened at the time. When I was done with them, I stumbled over a body and fell from a cliff. When I regained my senses, I was already there. However, I believed I was still on the safe side until I met Y/N."

Lucien wrinkled his nose. "What a lovely story. And how did you end up here with this grumpy, sunshine?" He turned to forest fairy, putting his elbows on the table and resting chin on his tangled fingers. A one-sided grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"We talked while I was showing him way out. He told me some strange things about the outside world that I didn't quite understand, but it piqued my interest. And when Tamlin said I could go with him, well.. I accepted."

Tamlin's emerald eyes with gold flecks watched her with affection while she spoke, a kind smile adorning his face. "I was relieved you accepted," he murmured, reaching for her hand.

Lucien watched their exchange with a wolfish grin, his eyes gleaming in the dimly lit room. "Interesting."

"What?" Tamlin narrowed eyes at him.

"Nothing," Lucien swung back onto his chair, hands in pockets, his expression one of pure innocence.

Y/N excused herself after the dinner and the males moved to the sitting room, taking armchairs on opposite sides of hearth with the crackling fire.

"When I saw you messing around with Y/N in the garden today, I was relieved," Lucien broke the silence. Tamlin gazed at him out of the corner of eye.

"I thought I had already tossed you out," he grumbled.

"You tried," Lucien snorted. "Actually several times which means you are doing much better. That's more good news. And all thanks to your new sweet girlfriend. So being said.. Based purely on what I've seen today, when can I expect a wedding invitation?"

"What?!" Tamlin choked out. His fingers dug into the armrests, claws looming under the thin skin on his knuckles. Suddenly, he paled. "Stop joking around before you hurt someone! We are just friends."

Lucien's brows shot to his hairline. "That is not what I've seen-.."

"Then you should consider visiting a healer. Perhaps someone from the Dawn could help you."

"Tamlin," he sighed. "I know you well. Even from a distance, I can tell whether you are in love or no. And she? She shares your feelings. I'm sure-.."

"Stop it!" Tamlin heaved. "Just stop! There's nothing like love in this damn world. It's just an illusion, a fairy tale told to children before sleep to soothe them down and give them hope."

Lucien's expression softened. "Tam.."

"No, that's enough. We are just good friends and nothing more. There never will be more between us." Saying that, he literally ran away, leaving Lucien alone. The redhead sighed heavily.

Later that night, he was striding down the empty, recently renovated hallway to his former bedroom, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He wasn't smiling anymore. There was nothing funny about his friend's broken heart. How deeply had it pained him when Feyre ran away from him? He must have been more devastated by such betrayal than Lucien anticipated. Running fingers through his long hair, he turned the corner, spotting a foggy figure standing in the moonlight penetrating through the window. If he was surprised, he didn't let it show on his face. Pondering whether to say something or just pass by, he kept walking.

Before he could decide, the fairy spoke as first.

"Lucien?" Y/N didn't turn to him, her eyes glued to the world behind the window.

"Yeah, sunshine?" he came to a stop, watching her back out of the corner of eye. She was indeed a mysterious being born of mist, beautiful and unreachable like a dream one sees a second before waking up.

"What is love?" Her melodic voice was no more than a whisper, yet it carried strength.

He tilted his head back, thinking. How to explain such a complicated feeling? He wasn't sure. "That's a good question," he sighed again, which he did quite often since he talked with Tamlin. "How should I put it?"

He rubbed the nape of his neck. "Love.. is a strong feeling. Something like attachment towards someone, devotion."

She was silent for a while. "How do you know you love someone?"

He smiled sadly. "You simply know it.. When you are with that person, you feel all warm inside. You are happy. More than happy. When that person is sad, it hurts you and there's nothing you wouldn't do for them. If you love someone, you would gladly die for that person as long as they would stay safe and sound."

Another silence.

"I see." She melted into the moonlight, disappearing without a trace.

Lucien shook his head. What a strange couple.

[tokyonymph]

THERE WAS A HOLE HERE: a playlist for james sunderland (silent hill 2).

"...it's gone now."

listen on spotify.

cover art belongs to @bridegroom on tumblr.

disclaimer: the songs featured in this playlist contain themes of guilt, grief, and death.

the full tracklist and selected lyrics are below the cut:

I. PROMISE (REPRISE) - akira yamaoka [instrumental]

II. GONE AWAY (STRINGS OF CONSCIOUSNESS) - my brightest diamond 'cause you've gone away / where there isn't a telephone wire / still, i wait by the phone / you don't even write to say goodbye

III. ILL AND GETTING WORSE - rosegarden funeral party i know sometimes i think that / this must be wrong, and that i must be going insane / but if i so much as let my mind wander / i come crawling back to your face

IV. THERE'S A GIRL IN THE CORNER - the twilight sad you said you'd leave me and i won't forget / i'm holding on and i'll see how far / you thought you loved me, but you'll just forget / you're holding on but not too far

V. WALK WITH THE NOISE - iamx i walk with the noise, it’s reaching out to me / i talk to the walls, face my devils

VI. HOLE IN THE EARTH - deftones it's too late for me now / there's a hole in the earth (a hole in the earth) / i'm out

VII. IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE - hozier my dearest love, i'm not done yet / how many years? I know i'll bear / i found something in the woods somewhere

VIII. PYRAMID SONG - radiohead i jumped in the river and what did i see? / black-eyed angels swam with me / a moon full of stars and astral cars / and all the figures i used to see

IX. SLEEP AWAKE - mother mother protecting you, protecting me / i throw the evidence into a trunk and drop it in the sea / lie awake, i sleep awake / i sleep with one eye on the bedroom door, the other on the cake

X. MAP OF THE PROBLEMATIQUE - muse fear and panic in the air / i want to be free from desolation and despair / and i feel like everything I sow / is being swept away / well, i refuse to let you go

XI. ALL THAT I AM LIVING FOR - evanescence should it hurt to love you? / should i feel like i do? / should i lock the last open door? / my ghosts are gaining on me

XII. WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING - placebo without you, i'm nothing at all

XIII. HURT - nine inch nails what have i become? / my sweetest friend / everyone i know / goes away in the end

XIV. THE WAVES HAVE COME - chelsea wolfe the sun goes down / and everything begins to fade away / the waves have come and taken you to sea / never to return to me

XV. EPILOGUE - the antlers i've woken up, i'm in our bed, but there's no breathing body there beside me / someone must have taken you while i was stuck asleep / but i know better as my eyes adjust, you've been gone for quite a while now

[suugarbabe]

Love your writing! Could you do a Theodore Nott and best friend reader who he is head over heels for but is too scared to admit his feelings. Mattheo knows how he feels and at a party or something like the Yule ball he brings her as his date to mess with him. Probably leads to a small fight with the boys but results in Theodore confessing to her and maybe some smut as well.

Love a little shy and angry Theo

You and Pansy seemingly walked into a conversation, nay argument, between Theo and Mattheo. As soon as the boys noticed you two, Mattheo made a b-line straight for you.

"Hello, darling," Mattheo greeted you, cocky smile on full display. You chanced a glance at Pansy as you rolled your eyes. She wore a smirk and raised her eyebrows as if to say 'play along I guess'.

"Hi, Matty. Something I could help you with?" You gave him a dazzling smile of your own.

Mattheo ran his tongue along the front of his teeth, eyeing you up and down, "Would you do me the absolute pleasure of going to the Ravenclaw party with me tonight?"

You shifted your weight, jutting a hip out and tapping your chin like you were thinking about your answer, "Can I wear whatever I want?" You stood straight now, putting your hands behind your back and batting your eyelashes at the dark haired man.

Mattheo gave you a dimpled smile, "Go naked for all I care, love." You smirked at him, pecking his cheek, "Perfect. See you tonight." You grabbed Pansy's hand and pulled her toward your dorms.

As you disappeared up the steps Mattheo returned to where Theo sat. "You gonna tell me what the bloody hell that was, Riddle?" Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend, "I told you, Nott. If you don't go after what you want, someone else will. Tonight, that someone is me."

In your room you and Pansy were having a similar conversation.

"I thought you were in to Theo," Pansy laid back on your bed, popping Bertie Botts in to her mouth as you dug through your trunk for the perfect dress.

You held up a slinky green piece with diamond straps, "Gotcha." You smiled to yourself as you stood, tossing the dress on your bed next to Pansy. She held it up, "Definitely slutty."

"Thank you," you smiled, shimmying off your school skirt and unbuttoning your blouse, "and I do like Theo, but he's being a bloody idiot. I thought maybe he didn't like me, but Mattheo just proved me wrong."

Pansy quirked an eyebrow as you pulled the dress over your head, "Little help with the straps, Pans?" She stood behind you, adjusting the diamond straps until the appropriate pattern was revealed. You turned to face her, giving her a twirl before she crossed her arms, waiting for your further explanation.

You huffed, mirroring her body language, "I know you've told Draco that I like Theo, which means that Draco told Mattheo because Draco can't keep anything to himself. SO Mattheo wouldn't ask me to a party when he knew I was pining after his best friend. Unless..."

"Unless Theo was being a huge pussy," Pansy nodded her head in full understanding. You smiled a devilish smile at her, glad your friend was able to piece it all together.

At the party you were giving Theo a full on show. You didn't let Mattheo in on your knowledge of the situation, but he seemed to be playing the role you wanted him to perfectly none the less.

With a decent amount of drinks your hips found a rhythm against Mattheo, your ass pressed firmly against his crotch as you both swayed to the music. You chanced a glance near the drink table where you knew Theo was essentially rooted.

His eyes were glued to your form, hand crushing the red cup in his grip and tossing it to the floor before stalking towards you and Mattheo. As he got closer, you opened your mouth to stop him but when you saw a fist flying you quickly stepped out of the way.

Theo's fist connected with Mattheo's jaw, which only made the latter pause for a second, a smirk gracing his face. Mattheo reared his fist back, fully planning to punch Theo back when suddenly both boys were frozen.

You took a step forward, wand outstretched, "That's enough." You lowered your wand, glaring at the small crowd that was forming before they quickly dispersed. You grabbed Theo by the wrist, dragging him out of the Ravenclaw common room and to the tower steps.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" For once you were looking down at Theo, him on the steps below you. Theo huffed, turning his head to look at his feet.

You were frustrated, not able to help nearly shouting at him, "Theodore Tiberius Nott, look at me right now."

Theo's eyes snapped to yours instantly, "I-I'm sorry," he started, "I don't...don't know what came over me." He looked down at his hands briefly before looking you in the eyes again, "Why did you come with him?"

You placed a hand on Theo's cheek, "Because the guy I wanted never did."

Theo closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, "I'm an idiot aren't I?" You laughed lightly, "Maybe just a little." You smiled, turning to place a gentle kiss on your palm.

"Go back in with me?" he asked, blue eyes full of remorse. You shook your head, "I think," you leaned down, giving a chaste kiss on the lips, "that maybe we should go to the after party."

You started down the stairs, Theo turning confused, "Where's the after party?" Without turning around you answered him, "In my room." This time Theo didn't hesitate before following quickly behind you.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Hey! Love the blog and all the research and writing you do to make it!

I don't think my best boy, Donphan would make a good pet due to size, but what about his Baby Blue self, Phanpy?

[Thank you, I really appreciate it!]

Phanpies, unfortunately and perhaps surprisingly, would not make great pets for most owners. When it comes down to it, these pokémon are difficult to care for and exceptionally dangerous, no matter how good natured they seem.

On a more positive starting note, phanpies are a good size for a house pet at only a foot and eight inches tall. They’re rather heavy, which could make transporting them a headache for some owners, but it’s nowhere near as big a problem as it might be for some pokémon. That being said, this species’ housing needs could potentially cause some serious issues, despite their small size. Wild phanpies are avid diggers, which shouldn’t be surprising to anyone familiar with Ground-Type pokémon. This species tends to make their homes on riverbanks, where they dig themselves deep, vertical holes, about which they are rather possessive (Ruby). They spend a lot of time in the water as well (Crystal, Sapphire). This means that, in order to provide a phanpy with a simulation of their wild habitat, you would need to give them access to both a body of water to play in and an area where they can safely build a nest. This will, of course, be beyond the means of some owners. It really depends on the context of where and how you live. On the bright side, phanpies have some pretty impressive natural cooling methods, so they have no issue living in warmer climates: they have been observed using their large ears as fans to cool themselves off when needed (Emerald).

Now, phanpies are certainly playful and friendly, which is great for pets. The way that their playfulness and friendliness manifests, however, could be problematic for you. Like real-world elephants, phanpies enjoy giving themselves showers with water stored in their trunks (Crystal). In fact, they’re pretty insistent on it, hating being dirty or muddy after playtime (Scarlet). This could, obviously, cause you some problems if you don’t want to get water and mud all over your home. Any potential phanpy adopters had best be ready to get sprayed with water too, since wild phanpies are known to give each other showers out of the kindness of their hearts (and, perhaps, occasionally, with mischievous intent) (Sapphire). Unfortunately, their showering habits are the least of your worries! Phanpies are very affectionate and playful pokémon, and they swinging their trunk around wildly and bumping it into those they love to show it (Gold, Silver). This becomes a real problem when you consider this species’ startling strength! The pokédex makes the bold report that a loving bump from a phanpy is enough to “send you flying��� or even shatter your bones (Silver, Violet)! Despite their small size, these pokémon can easily pick up and carry a full-grown human on their back, which may be occasionally fun but equally inconvenient at other times (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum). The risk of accidental injury with a phanpy is dangerously high, which makes them an ill-fit for a lot of potential owners.

Additionally, phanpies surprising strength makes moves like Rollout, Bulldoze, and Slam easily lethal, making playtime (or calming down an tantruming individual) incredibly risky. While they are good-natured, I can’t in good conscience recommend a phanpy as a pet to anyone, given the incredible threat to their own safety that they would be taking on. This is a species best observed from a healthy distance, unless you have specialized training for caring for them.

[bardic-tales]

Joining the Dots, a FF VII fan fic

Summary: Two boys once reaching for the stars find that they've already built their own constellation together.

Pairing: Angeal Hewley / Genesis Rhapsodos

Other Characters: Shinra (mention), Sephiroth (mention), SOLDIER (mention)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Degradation, existential themes, mild physical affection (hand holding, kissing knuckles). Canon divergent.

Created for @gengealweek2025

Author's Note: I think one of the hardest things to write for me is something that's not an angst fest. That's what I tried with this.

The stars were laid out above Banora like twinkling diamonds amongst black silk.

Genesis sat cross-legged on the trunk of a toppled apple tree. Loveless was unopened beside him. The spine was worn from a thousand readings. But for once, the book remained untouched. When was the last time, he had read Loveless?

His gaze was not on poetry tonight. It was on Angeal: a man who wormed his way into his heart.

Below him, near the soft curve of the riverbank, Angeal was working to stack stones: idly, without purpose, the way he sometimes did when his hands needed to move and his mind needed to rest. The Buster Sword lay nearby, gleaming faintly under the stars, and abandoned without fear. This was now their home. No, Angeal was his home.

Genesis watched the slow, steady motions, the way Angeal's brows knit together in absent concentration, and the gentle patience in his every touch.

It was strange, Genesis thought, how quiet the world seemed here. How untroubled. No whispers of Shinra. No clatter of SOLDIER duties. No worries about being eclipsed by Sephiroth and a glory that should have been Genesis's. No looming degradation hanging over them like a guillotine: a death sentence.

There was just the ocean’s babbling, the creaking branches of old trees, and the lazy curve of Angeal’s mouth when he caught Genesis watching.

Genesis knew, logically, that they were broken things. Aberrations. They were science’s mistakes wrapped in flesh and ego. It didn’t seem to matter tonight. Tonight, they were just two boys again, or something close enough to fool themselves.

"You're brooding," Angeal said without looking up.

Genesis huffed, leaning back against the rough bark. "Am not."

"You're quiet, then, Gen. Which is suspicious."

A smile flitted across Genesis’s mouth. "Maybe I’ve simply found the rare moment when silence is worth more than speech."

Angeal chuckled low in his throat. To Genesis, this sound was more precious than any materia. "Miracles do happen."

The stars blurred a little as Genesis tilted his head, as the slow blooming of fireflies twinkled over the grass and between the boughs of the apple trees. How many nights had they spent like this where their thoughts filled with dreams they couldn't name yet? Genesis remembered wishing for fame, for glory. Angeal had wished for something simpler: a life that didn't leave its mark in blood but full of honor.

And now look at them. SOLDIER First Class: honored, feared, and lionized. Dying.

Genesis pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead and tried not to think about it. Not tonight.

"What are you doing with those stones?" he asked instead, voice carefully light.

Angeal glanced up at him. A smile spread across his face and his blue eyes twinkled beneath the starlight. "Trying to join the dots."

Genesis blinked. "Explain."

"I used to think the stars made pictures," Angeal said, as he picked up another stone. "When we were kids, I'd lie out here and connect them in my head. Draw shapes out of them. Pretend they meant something." He stacked the stone carefully atop the others, the pile tilting precariously but refusing to fall. "Now I figure maybe everything’s just scattered pieces. You have to make your own meaning."

Genesis stared down at him, but he was struck suddenly breathless.

It was ridiculous. Angeal could level him without even trying. With nothing but that calm, steady faith he wore like second skin. Faith not in gods, or in fate, but in the stubborn, clumsy act of choosing meaning. Choosing love. Choosing life. Choosing dreams. Choosing honor. Choosing Genesis.

Genesis slid down from the tree and crossed the grass to him, dropping to a crouch beside the half-built cairn.

"And what picture do the stars make tonight?" he asked.

Angeal smiled, that slow, devastating smile that always cracked Genesis open at the seams. "Haven’t decided yet. Want to help?"

Genesis hesitated only a moment before reaching out. His leather-clad fingers brushed Angeal’s hand as he took a stone, and the touch sent a slow, sweet ache through him.

Together, they built.

It was clumsy work. Their hands bumped often. Stones fell and rolled away. Angeal laughed quietly whenever Genesis cursed under his breath. But it was good. Real. They weren't heroes here. They weren't mistakes. They were just two men trying to make something whole out of broken pieces.

When the little cairn finally stood steady, Genesis sat back on his heels and studied it. "It looks like a mess."

Angeal shrugged. "Maybe. Or maybe it's a constellation."

Genesis snorted, but something in him softened.

He lay back in the grass, folding his arms behind his head, and stared up at the endless, impossible sky glittering high above them.

"You ever wonder," Genesis said slowly, "if we were supposed to be more?"

Angeal stretched out beside him, close enough that Genesis could feel the heat of his body through the cool, night air.

"All the time," Angeal admitted. "But lately. I think maybe being here is enough."

Genesis turned his head, studying him. The faint silver wash of starlight made Angeal look like something out of myth: some ancient hero carved from stone and given life.

"Enough for you, maybe," Genesis said. His tone was softer than before. He still felt the yearning: not to be a hero, not to surpass Sephiroth, and not to find the Gift of the Goddess.

"For us," Angeal corrected gently. His hand found Genesis’s in the grass. Their fingers tangled awkwardly before settling, familiar as breathing. Angeal's hands always dwarfed his own, as he interlaced their fingers.

Genesis closed his eyes against the sudden sting there. It was too much, sometimes. The way Angeal believed in them. In him. Like Genesis wasn’t a failed experiment or a crumbling relic but something precious. Chosen.

"You're a fool," Genesis whispered.

Angeal squeezed his hand. "You keep saying that."

"Because it's true."

"Maybe." Angeal shifted closer until their shoulders brushed. "But I'm your fool."

Genesis laughed. The sound rang out like cracking ice thawing at last. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Angeal’s knuckles. His lips trembled.

The stars above them spun slowly on their ancient axes, patient and vast, as if blocking out the world.

Maybe the answers would never come. Maybe their pasts would always be a patchwork of lies and half-truths. Maybe degradation would catch them before the end. Maybe not.

But tonight, here, together, they could choose their meaning. Genesis didn't care about any of that. In that moment, he was meant to be Angeal's.

Genesis breathed in the cool, sweet air of home, and held Angeal’s hand tighter. "Tell me a story."

Angeal chuckled. "I thought you were the poet."

"Humor me."

A moment's quiet, and then Angeal’s voice rumbled low and sure beside him. "Once upon a time, there were two boys who wanted to touch the stars."

Genesis smiled, eyes slipping closed.

"And?"

"And they realized, after a long, long time, that they didn't have to reach so far. The stars they were always reaching for was the other."

Genesis let the words carry him, soft and golden as the fireflies weaving around them. He thought, maybe for the first time, that he didn’t need to live Loveless to find his happy ending. Maybe, just maybe, he was already living it.

[whiteraven87]

Driven by Desire: Fire and Speed - 34. Her Path [18+]

The Unstoppable Series - Masterlist

Four parts. Two hearts. One love story.

pairing: Toto Wolff x Miriell Joschke (Original Character, female F1 driver)

Series warnings: long fan fiction/series, slow burn, age gap (23 years), woman racing in F1, boss/driver relationship, difficult and painful past, death, angst, recovery after trauma and loss, love after loss, sexual tension, sex scenes, illness, pregnancy, memory lost.

full series word count: 218k words of speed, scars, slow-burning love, and everything in between.

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chapters until now of Part 4: Driven by Desire: Fire and Speed

Prologue

Return to Life

YES!

We are back

Third World Championship Title

The Night That Changed Everything

The Inevitable Conversation

Now and Forever [18+]

You Are the Reason

Our Place

The New Driver

Night Experiments [18+]

In His Power [18+]

Memories

The Royal Couple of F1 [18+]

New Era

The First Race of the Season and Rumors

Mercedes – Power, Style, and Authority

Triumph of a Young Champion

Shadows of the Night

The Sea, the Silence, Us [18+]

Unexpected news

Oasis of Peace

Loss

Emptiness

Painful Truth

Breakthrough [18+]

The Fourth

Liberty Media Banquet [18+]

The Austrian Casanova

The Calendar[18+]

Unmatched [18+]

Shared Moments

Her Path [18+]

previous Parts:

Part 1: Driven by Speed - A Diamond Among Stones

Part 2: Driven by Success - Golden Girl

Part 3: Driven by Love - Rebirth from the Ashes

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34. Her Path

Bieszczady Mountains, December

POV Toto

There was nothing more beautiful than that view.

Miriell was curled up against me, her small hand resting on my chest, and her leg draped over my thigh, wrapping me in the warmth of her body. Her breathing was calm, and on her face rested that innocent, carefree expression I rarely saw during the day. In the light of the rising sun filtering through the curtains, she looked like the most beautiful work of art — one made just for me.

I ran my hand along her bare back, savoring the warmth of her skin, the softness I now knew so well. I couldn't sleep — not after a night like that.

I smiled to myself, remembering the look on her face the first time she saw me naked. It felt like ages ago, and yet as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. The embarrassment on her face, the fear of standing there in front of me while I was... well, just as I am. She had been so delicate, so innocent, that for a moment I didn't know if I should take another step. Then, her body trembled in my arms, and I held her with the utmost care, afraid she might fall apart.

And now?

Now Miriell — once shy, once unsure — gave herself fully to what we shared. She loved my dominance, surrendered to it with a trust that set me ablaze. She loved when I took control, and though I had once feared I might cross her boundaries, now I knew it was exactly what she longed for.

There were nights when once wasn't enough. When the moment we finished, we were already reaching for each other again. The fact that I was over fifty and she was much younger had never been an obstacle — sometimes I even wondered where I found the strength and energy, but all it took was one look from her, one touch, and desire surged through me. Her spirit was untamed — and I didn't mind. On the contrary.

There were moments when we simply couldn't resist. When her gaze, her scent, her presence alone made me need her. In the kitchen, on the wooden countertop, her back pressed against the cool wood, my hands holding her firmly as she leaned only on me. In the forest, where the wind brushed over her bare skin, and she gave herself to me, completely, against the trunk of a tree. On the hood of the car in the garage, with tools scattered on the table as silent witnesses to our passion. In the motorhome room, right after a race, when adrenaline still rushed through our veins and we couldn't wait another minute. In the rest room during a gala, where her dress slipped down, and my tuxedo was just another obstacle to be discarded. In the limousine, where her hips moved to a rhythm that drove me insane. In my office, on my desk, papers spilling to the floor around us as we had only each other. Even once on the grandstand at the track, at night, under a sky full of stars...

With her, every moment was beautiful. I never regretted a single one of those nights, not a single touch, not a single kiss.

Miriell stirred slightly, pulling me closer.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" she murmured sleepily, her voice still rough from slumber. "You must be exhausted..."

I chuckled softly, brushing my fingers across her cheek.

"Maybe I should be," I admitted. "But I couldn't stop looking at you."

She lazily lifted her eyelids, her green eyes meeting mine.

"Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" she smiled, and I leaned in to kiss her gently.

"Never."

Hunger

Bieszczady Mountains, December

POV Miriell

I spent the whole day in the garage, immersed in restoring an old Mercedes.

There was something deeply satisfying about bringing back to life something that seemed long forgotten.

The scent of grease, metal, and engine oil reminded me of childhood—of the countless hours spent assisting my grandfather in his workshop, learning everything he had to pass on.

I didn't hear Toto come into the garage.

Only when his strong hands wrapped around me from behind and his warm breath brushed against my neck did I feel that familiar tension ripple through my body.

"I missed you, meine Liebe," he murmured, his lips brushing the skin just beneath my ear.

"Toto..." I sighed, leaning my back into his chest.

His hands slid down my waist, firm, certain, as if reminding me exactly who I belonged to. I was covered in grease, but he didn't care. I could feel him press closer, his lips moving along my neck, leaving heated trails behind.

"You should rest, Miriell," he purred, slipping the strap of my top off my shoulder and kissing the exposed skin.

I shivered—and he noticed.

"But I..." I tried to say something, but his hands tightened around my hips and he lifted me slightly, placing me on the hood of our G-Wagon parked nearby.

He looked at me with a fire in his dark eyes—intense, hungry.

"You've spent the whole day in here, and I've been dying without you," he said in a low, hoarse voice. "Now, you're mine."

There was no time for tenderness. No space for waiting.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss full of need, and his hands slid under my shirt, moving over my skin streaked with grease. I could feel the tremble in his body, the barely contained restraint.

"Toto..." I rasped as he began unbuttoning my pants, his fingers gliding along my skin, torturing me with touch.

"I want you now," he whispered in a deep, raw tone, pulling me closer.

"Toto..." I began, but he was already kissing my neck, licking the drops of sweat off my skin.

"Don't talk. Just be."

His mouth crashed onto mine with such force I moaned.

My back met the cold metal of the car's hood, and his hand slid beneath my top.

He undid it in one swift move. My breasts spilled free, and his mouth was on them instantly—with a greed that made my hips buck toward him.

"Mein Gott, you're soaking wet," he hissed, pushing his hand between my thighs.

I couldn't speak anymore. Only breathe. Shake.

He ripped off my shorts and panties in one swift, brutal motion.

And then he was inside me. One thrust. Hard. Deep.

I cried out, my head falling back. The cold metal beneath me, his body against mine, his hand at my throat—not choking, just holding, grounding me, telling me: You're here. Stay. You're mine.

He moved inside me with such force that the entire car rocked beneath us.

"Toto... God... yes..." I moaned, and he only moved faster, never breaking eye contact.

"I love you like this—dirty and real," he whispered into my ear. "When you smell like grease and moan my name."

My fingers dug into his back, my hips lifting to meet every thrust, my entire body trembling.

"Come for me," he said in a low growl. "Here. On this hood. Meine kleine Löwin."

And then I broke.

A wave of heat crashed over me—I clenched around him so tightly he cursed under his breath, then slammed into me once more—

and came with me.

Deep. Fierce.

"Mein Schatz..." he whispered, kissing my neck. "My fire. My home."

We stayed like that for a moment.

His forehead resting against my neck, my arms wrapped around him like a lifeline.

We were breathing hard, sticky, burning from the inside out.

"Next time," he whispered with a grin, "wear a jumpsuit. Let's see how long I last."

I laughed, wiping grease from his cheek.

"As long as the G-Wagon. But be warned... my engine's got power."

He just smirked wildly and pulled me into another kiss.

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NEXT -> 35. Madness in the Bieszczady

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"I put my armor on, show you how strong I am."

Read the story here:

AO3 Unstoppable Series

Wattpad: Part1 I Part 2 I Part 3 | Part 4

🇵🇱 Dla Polskich czytelników [for Polish readers] [PL]:

Seria Niepowstrzymana AO3

Wattpad PL: Part1 I Part 2 I Part 3 | Part 4

[alltheirdamn]

Last WIP Whatever of 2024!!!

Thank you for the tags @mermaidgirl30 and @mountainsandmayhem xoxo

Obviously, I've been in a slump/hiatus for... I don't know... three months. But that doesn't mean I haven't been writing here and there.... so as my final hoorahh of 2024, I give you a mega dump of WIP ....

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Growing Pains

“It’s true, Joel! You’re feeding a corpse… Y–You’ve got a deathbed made for me upstairs. Every time I go to sleep, I don’t know if I’ll wake up.” You paused, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Look, I'm only telling you this because when I—.”

“Don’t,” he snapped.

“Because when I die,” you continued. “I don’t want you blaming yourself. It’s not your fault.”

You stepped forward cautiously. With an outstretched hand, you cradled his scruff-covered jaw, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone. Joel’s jaw tensed beneath your touch, a quick twitch under his skin beside the rapid pulse in his vein.

“I can’t lose anyone else,” he muttered. “I can’t—.”

“You don’t get to decide that, okay? I don’t get to decide that. It’s just the way things are.”

Joel tore himself from your grasp, his body spinning toward the house. There, under the full moon's light, you stood alone, with nothing but uncertainty and heartbreak left to hold on to. 

Good Graces

Though you tried to remain indifferent, you couldn’t help but search through the crowd to find Joel. It didn’t take much searching to find his broad frame crowding the edge of the bar, his head titled toward a petite redhead who threw her head back in laughter. You swallowed down a wave of jealousy as you watched their interaction. Of course, Joel would be here flirting it up with any girl that ogled at him. He did the same thing with you, and unfortunately, it worked. Now, you were wholly addicted to the idea of getting your hands back on him as fast as possible. 

You waltzed to the opposite side of the bar, resting your cheek in your palm as you studied him from a distance. His green button-up was tight around his shoulders, the muscles in his back straining against the fabric with each shake of laughter. From the edge where you perched, you could only distinguish the outline of his side profile and the devastatingly handsome grin he donned. You wanted him to smile like that with you. 

Maneater

1837

France was no longer safe—yet another country you must flee. Too many suspicions had arisen during the last five years, and too many wandering eyes and whispering rumors made it impossible to stay. It was not the first time you had to run away from a life you created, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. Though you were tired of it now after nearly a century, it was in the clutches of the curse you bore that kept you moving. 

Your belongings fit neatly inside the large leather trunk you kept beneath your feet in the velvet-lined carriage. The uneven road you traveled along made for hours of unpleasant solitude; your body starved and fatigued the longer you sat alone. With the curtains drawn tight over the windows, you hid within the shadows and laid your body down along the shaking bench to find some reprieve from the agony stirring inside you. It had been days since you fed, and the hunger grew unbearable. You yearned for the shadows of night and the taste of warm skin throbbing under your fangs. 

Let this journey be fast. 

Diamond Dolls (secret lil drabble)

“Now, I think since it’s well past midnight,” you started, your steps slow as you approached him. “I think that means it’s your birthday.”

“Is that what this is all ‘bout?” Joel chuckled, settling back further into the couch. 

“You tell me, birthday boy. You can take off that blindfold now.”

Joel reached behind his head, the silk tie unraveling around his temple and falling to his lap. His mouth opened to remark but quickly snapped shut as his eyes trailed up your body. The red-laced robe sinched your waist in, hiding the lingerie underneath but still allowing for a small glimpse at the matching stockings and heels you wore. 

“Christ,” he exhaled, sitting up straighter. 

“What do you think, baby?” You grinned.

You held out the cake for him, the tiny flames of the candles flickering long shadows across his face. Joel’s lips quirked up in a smile as he looked at the cake, and then his eyes rose to yours. 

“Got me feelin’ like the luckiest man alive,” he exhaled. 

“Make a wish,” you urged. “Maybe you’ll get even luckier.”

Dedication

“Is that the takeout order?” You called from the bathroom.

“Who the fuck are you?” 

“Language!” You yelled. “Ellie, what the hell—?”

The sharpness in Ellie’s voice alarmed you, and you quickly wrapped a robe around your body before walking into the hall. Your front door was thrown wide open, and Ellie was in a stare-down with the last person you ever expected to see in New York.

“Joel?” You gasped.

“Joel?” Ellie echoed in disbelief.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Ellie whipped her head back and forth, her eyes narrowed in scrutiny. 

“You’re Joel?” She questioned.

“And you are…” Joel trailed off, looking at you for an explanation.

“My daughter!” You interrupted, hoping to beat Ellie to it. “This is my daughter, Ellie.”

Joel looked between you and your daughter— his daughter— with confusion. You quickly brushed behind Ellie, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulder despite her efforts to shrug you off. With a tight smile, you kissed her on the head and dropped your voice into a whisper.

“Ellie, can you give Joel some room to walk in? Please.”

She hesitated a moment, looking back at you with a glaring expression. Fuck, this was so not how you wanted this to go. 

**

Feast away my loves!!! Excited to see what this new year will bring us ALL xoxo <3

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Acción de gracias con Coquito!

Miles invited his friends into a big Thanksgiving party his parents are hosting- well his mother hosting. For weeks Rio had planned a big party for Thanksgiving being the one in charge of hosting it. She spend days writing dinner ideas, calling family members on who's coming or bringing side dishes. She even got her mother to come by with more distant cousins she grew up in Puerto Rico.

Jeff been running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything ready for the date. He knew how much his wife loves celebrating this holiday mostly about being with family and giving thanks or blessing to God about the life they have. To him, he never had the luxury of being Thankful or enjoyed these holidays as much as his wife did while growing up.

Now, he has the family he always wanted and a beautiful wife he loves so much, he does whatever for her. Rio had him going to grocery stores to buy the biggest Turkey to bake, she gave him a big list of ingredients to buy.

In five days before Thanksgiving, Miles been helping his dad get groceries. Little Billie in her seat in the cart being happy to join her dad's and brother's adventure. Jeff took his phone out to look at the list, "Oh boy... your mama is going all out this year!"

"Well, cousin Maria is coming by with her family. Abuela and cousin Angel with his family are coming tomorrow. Jorge and his new girlfriend are coming with tía Marcela. Doña Josephine is coming by because cousin Reyna invited her.... There's Jose, Joseph, Jesus, Maya, Diamond, Destiny, Carlos, Blanca, her two kids... then Christian's family. OH, Adrian, Carmen, Alondra, Soli, Chiquita, um..." Miles counted the guest list from memory, "Damn, I think she invited everyone from Puerto Rico."

"Cousin Paula, Miles!" Billie happily jumps in her seat being excited to see her little cousins. The games they could play!

"Oh lord, this is gonna be one expensive bill. Be prepare to only eat rice and leftovers for two weeks, son." Jeff grunts at the massive party. "Get some Honey Smoke ham- make it two."

"Got it." Miles knew this party meant so much to his mother, so he didn't mind the help. The cart soon being full with so much stuff, Billie got her box of cookies.

"You think Abuela is gonna make her tasty pineapple cake?" Miles asked Billie.

"Uh HUH!" Billie will put on her cute face. Everyone loves Abuela Gloria's pineapple caked, it's one of the best cakes ever.

Miles help push the shopping cart while his dad look at the receipt. Then, Hobie ends up calling him, "Hey, bae." Miles answered his Smartphone while making funny faces at his little sister.

"Oi, Sunflower. Wanna come by and hang out?" Hobie asked, he wanted to spend time with his man.

"Sorry, bae. Not right now. My mom got me and my dad running errands for Thanksgiving." Miles explained.

"Oh, I could help, luv."

"You sure? Because my mom is different when Thanksgiving is around the corner. I mean, very different. She turns to like this scary woman wanting everything to be perfect." Miles put Billie in her cart seat, "One time, she totally cursed my dad out for getting the wrong milk."

"Isn't Thanksgiving a colonizer holiday?"

"Pretty much, but everyone in my world doesn't care about the past. They're happy they get a day off from work and school, and stuff their face. My mom sees it as a way to be Thankful and have a big meal with the ones you love." Miles points out while buckling his sister in her car seat.

Billie giggles at her brother, "Hermano! Galletas!" Her hands reach out for her snack.

"Okay, boo-boo. Let me find your cookies..." Miles put the grocery bags into the car, then dig in one of the bags to find his sister's favorite cookies. He handed her a packet for her to eat.

"Gracias!" Billie happily said as her small hand took a cookie from the bag to eat.

Miles talks on his smartphone while putting the rest of the groceries into the trunk. His dad helped him. "Bae, you can come by if you want, but I think I'll be so busy. I have cousins coming by. Family members from Puerto Rico!"

"No worries, luv. I want to help as much as I can." Hobie happily said, "I'll be there in a jiffy."

"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." Miles hums, "My mom should be home so you can help her decorate the house, clean up and stuff."

"Make him clean the guest room for his grandma." Jeff gave a hearty chuckle.

"Yeah, he needs to work!" Billie spoke, "I work!" She eats her cookies. Frankly, Billie was pointing at items that her mom wanted and she wanted like her precious snacks.

Miles laughs, "Don't worry he will."

Meanwhile, Hobie came by the Morales' place expecting a few guests to arrived. Nope, turns out some of Mamí Morales' family members were there helping her clean the house.

"Ello, mamí Morales." Hobie made his way through the chaotic crowd trying to clean the area and moving things to the building's roof. His dark eyes spotted Rio in the kitchen having her distant cousins moving a lot of groceries.

"Hola, Hobie! Mira!" Rio shouted at her cousins, "Este hombre guapo es novio de mi hijo. Se llama Hobie." She went over to placed her hands on Hobie's shoulders, the punker froze from all the eyes of Rio's family members.

Normally, he can charm his way to anyone, but meeting the love of his life's distant family members. Trying to be a peaceful gentlemen? It's unheard of! If he was in his world, his body would turned into white out with exclamation point.

"Se habla español?" One of Rio's distant cousin asked.

"No, el es de inglaterra!" Rio smiles widen as she gave Hobie a firm shake of excitement.

"OHHHHHH!" Almost everyone was surprised to hear that.

"Bebe té como se muestra en las películas?" A young teenager cousin sitting on the couch spoke Spanish asking Rio.

"Do you have tea and crumpets?" Another cousin said in a Puerto Rican accent.

"Well..." Hobie bites his bottom lip being shy, "Actually I prefer Ale than tea. Though I do enjoy an evening tea with some biscuits." The whole family staring at him with a big smile on their face then they laugh.

"What's so funny?" Hobie pouted as he looks at Rio.

"Oh, don't worry about them. They like to make jokes. They like you." She hums with a pat on his back.

"Hey! Hey, HO-BERTO!" An older man said to Hobie, "Do you... how you say.... do you say, como se dices, 'Ello Governor'" He did a very weak British accent due to his think Puerto Rican accent.

"Se llama Hobie, papá." One of his eldest daughter corrected him.

"Ay, tío. Stop bullying him. He will answers all your questions later. First, he needs to clean the guest room for mi mamá!" She took her son's boyfriend to the messy room. "Sorry about that. They never met a British person before, especially Puerto Ricans tend to stick to their community." She tapped her fingers together with her lips pressed, Hobie now knows where Miles got that expression from.

"It's alright, mamî Morales. I'm just a bit shy by all the attention. Hobie admits.

"Hah, you shy?" Rio giggles, "I never seen you so shy. Well, don't be. Puerto Ricans love to be loud, proud, and parties! You'll fit right in with this family." She let her hand rest on Hobie's left shoulder showing assurance to this family. The punker gave her a sincere smile, this is the first time he's meeting Miles' massive family.

Hobie saw the guest room being a mess, good thing Rio helped him for a bit, until she called for her cousins to help him. Then one of her relatives put on some salsa getting everyone hype. "Who wants beer?" A adult male cousin went to the fridge to take out cold beer for the adults.

The punker saw some family members dancing to the music as they cleaned. "Do you know how to dance salsa?" An older woman asked Hobie as she took his hands to dance with him.

"Ahh, no." Hobie shyly said, he knows he should try. He always dance with Miles, since his Sunflower loves to dance. Oh man, he loves watching Miles dance, his body swaying and his foot movement was so intense. Hobie gets hot thinking about it.

"Oh come on, do this. I'll lead." The older woman happily teaches his salsa, "Though boots are probably hard to move in, Rockero." Giving him a nickname, he wonders if it meant Rocker or rock? He needs to ask Miles about it.

Hobie laughs hearing everyone making jokes, telling stories as they cleaned up and make room. "Ay, Rio. Don't you think tía Alma and her kids should stay with me?" A woman same age as Rio asked, "I don't think there's a lot of space..."

"Oh there is. We'll have some of the younger boys sleep in Miles' room, and some kids in Billie's room. Then, cousin Rickey, Chiqi, Tiny can sleep in the living room. Mi mamá y tía Alma will share the guest room." Rio explained the arrangement.

Hobie frowns seeing he won't be able to sneak in when Miles' cousins will be staying his room. "Oi, Rockero. Want a beer?" One of the older man asked the man.

"Tío! Es demasiado joven para beber." Rio said to her uncle.

"Ahh, Cuando eras joven, te dejaba beber. Es sólo un poco." The older Puerto Rican man wiggles his silver mustache then handed Hobie a beer. "Es un hombre! Cuando tenía su edad, bebía con mis amigos."

Hobie looks at Rio, who gave a slight shrug, he looks at the rest of the family. Should he drink? "It's fine." Rio's cousin giggles, "As long as you drink under our supervision."

"How old are you? You look like you're twenty five?" Miles' younger cousin asked sitting on the couch playing his Nintendo Switch.

"I'm twenty." Hobie said.

"Oh he'll be twenty one in no time. It's alright, Rio. You use to drink all the time when we were young." Rio's cousin laughs.

Hobie chuckles hearing Rio stammering for any excuse, it's funny seeing how her family started picking at her. It seems to be a thing in her side of the family. "Well, cheers, mate." Hobie finally said to Rio's uncle with a cling of their beer.

"Haha, Cheers." Rio's uncle grins widely as they drink their beer.

After an hour passed, Hobie was able to clean the guest room and the messy closet. Rio went through what to give away to her younger cousins. One of Miles' cousin said, "Hmm, I can make a dress out of this." She holds Jeff's old jeans seeing the large size, "A simple tube top with a mini skirt." She's a Seamstress and was able to find anything for her to reuse, "Amalia, venire!"

"Yes?" Her younger daughter stopped organizing the old toy boxes, to go over while her mom uses her as a model.

"Hmm, made a cute short jacket over it." She nodded at the ideas.

Then, the front door swung open revealing Jeff carrying bags, and Miles holding Billie in one arm while he hold two large bags. "Hello!" Jeff said, "What is dis? A party up in here, hehehe?" He laughs in a dad laugh way.

Miles said, "Wow, this place looks a lot bigger with out all the stuff." His eyes widened the living room rearrange.

"My toys!" Billie saw all her toys in her toybox, she pouted seeing all her work went back in the box, "Nooo!"

"Billie, mi amor. We had to clean up para tu primos." Rio went over to pick her daughter to give her a kiss on those soft round cheeks. "You can always rebuild."

"Mmm," The little girl shove a cookie into her mouth to think. "tal vez."

Miles cheers her up, "It's okay, Billie. You can make it bigger and better! Rebuild and rejoice!" Billie's eyes sparkles at her brother's inspiring words.

"Si! Si, Voy a reconstruir! Lo haré más grande, más fuerte! Gobernaré con puño de hierro!" Billie preached out loud with her cookie holding out as a promise.

"Ohh, she's so good with her Spanish." Rio's cousin smiles to see the little girl.

"y tu? Puedes hablar español ahora?" Rio's uncle went to pat Miles' back giving him a firm shake.

Miles awkwardly said, "Yo esto aprendiendo a- umm a poquito!"

"Hahaha, Beuno. Necesitas aprender." He started to lecture Miles the importance of learning Spanish.

Miles could only agree and nod about it, he's been working on it. Yet, his Spanish isn't as good as Billie. He could make sentences and answers, "Si, tío. Yo esta... umm aprendiendo."

Billie greeted her cousins seeing them surrounding her, "Awe, your so cute Billie. Billie over here. Hi, Billie." She chews on her cookie giving a shy smile.

Jeff saw Hobie drinking, "Uhhh, Rio...?"

"My tío made him," Rio kisses her husband's cheek, "Just ignore it."

"Hmm," Jeff didn't like seeing Miles' drinking yet he knows it's better under their supervision. "Alright. Well, I gotta get more groceries."

"I'll help pops." Hobie set his finished beer down to help Jeff with the groceries.

"So, Miles, your boyfriend is kinda a hottie." His cousin Maria, who's two years younger being nosy, "How did you pull that? Especially a British one?"

"Does he actually eat crumpets?" A little one asked Miles while he unpack groceries.

"Oh, does he eat this big English breakfast!" Another little girl who's eating some Cheese puffs spoke.

"Well... umm, one and a time guys!" Miles became super overwhelmed with his family members asking so many questions. "Look my boyfriend isn't the typical British boy, he's umm... like umm... hmmm."

"Like what, Sunflower?" Hobie peaks over to his boyfriend being amused. "Hmm, am I a gentlemen? A stallion? Your prince charming?" He teased making his boyfriend turns red, Hobie always knows how to make blush. Hobie being charming got Miles' cousins ohhing and awing at the way he talks.

Later, Billie had one of her older cousin help her rebuild her blocks, "Bigger!" She demanded.

Jeff eyes on his daughter, "Babe, I think our kid is getting the leadership over her head."

Rio being busy serving coffee to her relatives, "Ay, she's fine. She likes to play around." Jeff watches Billie smack the block down wanting colors of blue and purple in one building.

"Huh..." Jeff took a bite of his sandwich watching his little girl dominating her little cousins and older ones. "Now, Billie-" She turns her head giving him a stern look that reminded him of his wife, "Nuthin' sweetheart." Billie smiles before going back to her cousins.

Miles being able to move his things around in his bedroom. Hobie saw the extra mattress on the floor next to Miles bed, "Oy, luv. Why you're putting your markers up high?" Hobie walks on the wall, being alone with his boyfriend in the room.

"My little cousins tend to snatch things and ruin them. My mom accidentally given them my Copics and they broke it." He pouts placing his Copics in the highest shelf, he made sure all his figures, comics everything that's his little cousins could get their hands on.

"Ahh, I see." Hobies placed his boyfriend's anime figurines and Funko Pops on the top bookshelves in a milk crate. "What about you Vinyl?"

"Oh these are going to be in the bottom cabinets, locked with a key." Miles already had a full plan with his things. "I don't mind sharing, but these are my Uncle Aaron's things. I would die if they are ever ruined on my watch. Heck, even Billie knows better."

"Speaking of lil Blu," Hobie asked, "What about her things in her room?"

"Oh, she's too bossy to let our little cousins ruined her toys. She'll make sure of it. She tells it like it is and don't care. I can't do that since I'm older, you know." Miles hold one of his Uncle's favorite Vinyl with a soft smile.

Hobie got down to the floor, then head over to touch his Sunflower's jaw pulling his face to look at him. "Hmm? Bae?" Miles' clueless face made him look extra cute.

The punker leans over to kiss his boyfriend being so enchanted by his innocent stare. Why is his Sunflower so cute? Miles let out a gasp before taking in the kiss.

"OHHHH! They kissing!" A young boy shouted out loud being nosy.

"OHHH!" Miles' cousins that are around his age teased. "In the room all alone?"

"Man, you guys are snitches!" Miles pulls around to say to his cousins.

"Ay, not our fault you left the door wide open!" His cousin, Julia laughs.

Hobie chuckles as Miles went over to cash them out and play fight with them. This is going to be a fun week!

And Hobie was right!

The punker met more of his Sunflower's relatives, it's hard for him to remember certain relatives when they have the same name. "Juan." Hobie said to the young man.

Miles corrected, "That's Juan Pablo, bae. Juan is over there eating all the Mangú." Pointed at the other Juan wearing a red shirt.

"Oh, then who is dis? I called him Juan." Hobie rub his chin looking at the older Juan sitting next to Jeff as they watch a football game.

"Oh, that's Juan Gonzalo and over there is Juan Jr. Then there's my tío Juan Carlos, which he's not really my uncle but a family friend that's considered as family. OH, you met Juan Jr's kids right? Juanita, Julia, Josephine. Oh, and there's Juana, Jolio and Jose, but that's distant cousins from my grandma's aunt side of the family." Miles went on and on.

Hobie got dizzy from all the names. "Oh, and you met my great-great uncle, Antonio Juan Pablo Morales Rodriguez? He knows a lot of stuff about activism, he's one of the main reasons my grandma always fight the rights of Puerto Rico."

Miles' grandmother laughs out loud with her relatives, "Ay, I wish Jaime was here to see this." She smiles at the family photo album.

Rio happily stares at her childhood photo, "Ohh, Extraño ir al patio trasero de doña Rosie y llevarle cocos."

"How we would sit on the beach and drink it and feel the sun." Her cousin hums while holding a baby in her arms.

Hobie inhale sharply then turns to his boyfriend, "Sunflower, I'ma need a family chart..."

"Hahaha, alright. There's a lot of Morales lore, tho." Miles saw his great-uncle secretly pouring a shot of white rum in his lemonade. "Tío!"

"Ah?" His great-great uncle tries to look confused.

Hobie laughs at the way Miles went over to tell his relative shouldn't be drinking when he's on medication.

During the upcoming days till Thanksgiving, Hobie got to meet a lot more of Miles' relative; most of them were nice. They all enjoyed a good party, dancing and drinking. It's like every time he visited them, they seem to be awake telling stories from their past either drinking coffee or drinking beer with some sort of snacks. Music will plan in the background.

Hobie did enjoy helping Abuela Gloria when she asked him to help rearrange the guest room. "Así, a little more to the left." She guided Hobie to move the arm chair a bit to the corner so her sister can sit and watch television. "Right there! Gracias, Obie."

"De nada, Abuela." Hobie placed the arm chair back to the corner.

"Ay, you're a good man, Obie. Miles' must be so happy having a strong man by his side." She happily cup his face. Hobie's eyes gleams being praised, he felt like a good boy filled with so much love.

Miles came by with his head peaking from the doorway, "Abuela. Bae. Mi mamí made Quesitos! Tío Antonio made coffee, too."

"We better go eat some before they get cold." Abuela Gloria took Hobie to the living room.

Miles smiles at him seeing how he's getting alone with his family. "No es así! Hazlo bien!" Billie said to her little cousins who were banging her toys on the floor. She put them into time out and giving a lecture while they looks down in shame.

"Boo-boo, be nice to your primos. Don't be mean and share." Miles happily said to his little sister.

"Okay, hermano!" She happily listened to her big brother instead of her parents. She runs to get a hug from him.

"Awe, como ella se alma a tu hermano." Rio's aunt awed.

"Oh yeah, those two are like pan y queso making a delicious Quesito." Tío Antonio took a bite of his own cheesy pastry with his black coffee having a little shot of white rum in it.

Hobie saw the older man giving him a shh look with a wink. This made the punker chuckle, "What a rule breaker!"

When Thanksgiving arrived Hobie visited his Sunflower early in the morning, he was tackled by Miles in his room, "Sunflower? Getting kinky, no? Won't we get caught?" He playfully teased, then noticed his cousins weren't in his room. "Wait, where's-"

"Bae, I want you to know my family is making a big dinner. Remember I told you my mom loves Thanksgiving?" Miles fixes his punker's plaided pinned tie, he decided to wear a punker style white collar shirt. "My mamí been in Beast mode with cooking the food since early in the morning with the help of my Abuela and tías. Whatever you do, you do not eat until it's time and no matter what! And I mean no matter what, you try every dish on those tables!"

"Sunflower, come on. I've been to your family's Thanksgiving dinner before. I know the drill." Hobie was about to open his boyfriend's bedroom door, "I'm going to say hello to Mamí Morales and Abuela-" He opened the door getting hit by loud shouting from Rio, "JEFF! Dónde está el Adobo? Y el culantro!"

"Dónde están los huevos? ¡Estaba planeando hacer flan! ¡JUAN PABLO! ¡Te dije que no podías comer mermelada de guayaba!" Abuela shouting out loud.

"Dónde está la leche de coco? ¡Compré cinco ayer!" One of the tías shouting out loud as she looks through the cabinets.

"Tío Antonio used it all to make Coquito." One of Miles' cousins said.

Tío Antonia taking a sip of his Coquito, "Mmm, perfecto! Letting it rest over night way back in the fridge is the secret." He chuckles.

The children screaming at each other while watching cartoons. Miles' cousins running back and forth trying to get ready for the party. Hobie could only describe pure chaotic fun.

Jeff had a piece of sweet bread in his mouth muffling to his wife while putting on his thick jacket, "Get me the list. I'll go buy it while the store is still open."

The punker closed the door before looking at his boyfriend and said, "Sunflower, I'm marry you and be apart of this family." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips.

"Bae! This is no time to enjoy the chaos! I gotta go with my dad to get ingredients. You try to help my mom and grandma, okay? Also, if they say try it! You try it and give your honest opinion. Especially when something needs more salt. My tío Hector always complains about it."

"You got it, darling. Don't worry. I'll be on my best behavior." Hobie said as he watched his Sunflower putting on his jacket and thick boots. Miles quickly rushes out hearing his dad calling his name. The house became loud with voices from many family members and music playing.

Billie being in charge of the young children, she stood on business. She made sure all of them stayed in the living room with her cool fort. "Enter!" She made them go in.

Hobie walks out of the bedroom seeing the teenager girls running up and down trying to get their hair done and makeup done. "UGH, GABY!"

"MARI!" The other teenager scoffs as they were shoving each other going into the bathroom to fix their damp hair.

The teenager boys helped their dads and uncles to set up on the rooftop with chairs and music. It may be cold around this time, but they got outdoor solar lanterns. Since there's more people, they thought it would be better this way.

Hobie was about to go help the men until Tío Antonio pulled the young man towards him, "Prueba esto, hijo! It's Coquito."

"Oh, rum in the morning? A bit of a dare-devil, sir?" Hobie asked with a smirk on his face, his hand took the glass cup filled with the drink.

"Hahaha, when your old as me, your allowed to be daring." The older man chuckles out loud.

"Hobie, venir." Abuela calls out to him, "Prueba esto." She gave him a spoon full of her Cabbage salad. "Well?"

"Mmm, needs a little bit more pepper, lovely." He smack his lips.

"Here try this." One of Rio's tías made him try a Macaroni salad.

"And this!" Another of Miles' relative asking him.

It's been a long morning, Hobie thinks he could no longer try anymore food. He felt his stomach bloated at this point.

Jeff and Miles came back with double the amount of groceries from last time. They were so exhausted they had to sit on the couch for the moment. Miles found his boyfriend snoozing away with his belly bloated, "Bae, did you eat?"

"No, I had to taste test and it was a lot. Don't worry, I'll eat when it's time." Hobie groans.

Miles went over to snuggle with him, "Awe, bae. At least, your having fun."

"I always have fun being with you and your family, Sunflower."

"Awwweee, I want a boyfriend like you, Obie!" A little girl watching them with her eyes sparkling, she wore a fairy princess dress.

Billie huffs, "No, Obie take brother away from me!" She quickly climb up to sit and snuggle with her older brother, "No Obie boyfriend! No!"

"Awe, but he's mi Sunflower." Hobie playfully teased giving his boyfriend a hug making Billie upset.

"NOO! Me!" She hugs her brother with an angry pout.

Miles chuckles giving a kiss on his baby sister's cheek, Hobie pouts so he kissed his cheek. "Love you!"

Thankfully- Huh, ironic of Hobie to be thankful on a Colonizer propaganda day- He was already getting hungry for food. All the food was ready at six pm and he saw everyone gathered around. Miles told his boyfriend, "Bae, most of my family members are Catholics, so it's going to be pretty hectic."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... remember last year how my grandma pray for Thanksgiving dinner?"

"Yeah, luv. I have no problem in listening, though I can't say I understood what she said."

"Well, it's going to be a long one since most of the elders are here and my great uncle is making the speech." Miles explained, "Just letting you know it's gonna be long one."

"It's fine, luv. I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Bae," Miles felt touched by his boyfriend's word, "you don't have to, but I appreciate the dedication for our relationship. Mwah." He kisses his man's cheek multiple times.

"Wow, ya'll are really lovey dovey- all oogy googy!" Miles' cousins name Dulce winced at the two, "I'm so jealous."

The family gathered around to listen to Tío Antonio's long praying, Miles wasn't lying when Hobie had to stand listening to the old man giving a ten page prayer. It didn't bother him since he knew Miles' family are good folks, kind and generous.

Abuela Gloria shed a tear when her uncle blessed the family, and how he's happy he live a good long life. He wants everyone to achieve their dreams, keep their culture alive and God protecting them from any obstacle they come in. He give thanks about the food they have on the table.

Hobie saw some of the family members tear up when he told the tale of how his own mother and father had to work to provide one small chicken for a family of twelve. He always gives thanks to what they have and the importance of family. Hobie could only make out a few things, he still remained silent. Miles held his boyfriend hand tightly when his great uncle mentions his family as he went down the long list of every family group.

In the final part of the prayer, the older man of the Morales family blessed the family members that passed away like Jaime, Miles' grandfather and Aaron. Jeff shed one tear hearing his brother being mentioned, even Miles sniffs.

"Ahem!" Tío Antonio finally finished.

"Ahem." Everyone said together. Then, some of the family members went up to him to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek. They were complimenting his beautiful prayer.

"Don Jeff! Cut the turkey." Tío Antonio said to the man of the house.

"Me?" Jeff held Billie in his arms being in shock.

"Sí, you are the man of the house." Tío Antonio sat down being exhausted due to his age.

"Well- actually my wife runs this house." Jeff jokes.

"AHAHAHAH!" Rio's cousins laughing out loud.

"Ay, Jeff." Rio scoffs with a playfully smack on his shoulder, "Go cut the turkey. He's giving you the okay to cut the turkey."

"Alright. Alright." Jeff said having to hand Billie over to his wife. "Um, gracias tío." He said to Tío Antonio.

Billie watches her dad cutting the turkey, "El pavo. Yummy!"

"Sí, mmm rico." Rio kisses her daughter's cheeks with joy.

Miles saw the joy in his dad's eyes, he knew his dad and Uncle Aaron had only each other. Their dad wasn't around, and their mother focus on their work too much. When their mother couldn't take them anymore from the thug life or protect them from the streets, she kicked them out. Sadly, she passed away after that. Jeff and Aaron were the only ones that were family. For Jeff to lose a brother then being part of Rio's family, he felt whole.

"Look at that bae. Tío really made my dad's day." Miles smiles then turn his head to his boyfriend, he noticed his boyfriend wasn't at his side. "Hobie?"

"Sunflower!!!" Hobie being dragged by Miles' cousins and aunts to the table.

"Hobie, remember to serve a bit to try anything." Miles spoke to him like they were in danger. That's the only advice he can give, his family made so much food he swear this could feed an army.

"Hobie! Hobie! You gotta try some pernil!" One of Rio's aunt said.

"No, try my Arroz con Gandules!"

"No, my pasteles."

"NO, my tostones!"

Hobie had a bib wrapped around his slender neck, suddenly his mouth being stuffed with food. Rio saw Billie laughing at him, "Hahaha."

"Thank goodness it's not me." Jeff grunts. "I remember when I was like that."

Rio giggles, "Hopefully, he doesn't choke."

Hobie never ate so much food in his life, he thought Mamí Morales served him a lot. He thought he was prepared for this! Miles had to encourage him to try everything. Everything was delicious which he made sure to say, "Es rico! Mmm, delicioso!" It made all the relatives super happy.

Then, Tío Antonio offers his a drink of white rum, "Let's have a drink, Obie." He happily serve him.

Hobie with his mouth filled with food, he chews while nodding, "Mmmhhmm." He took the glass of rum to drink. The two cling their glasses then took a whole chug down. "ARGHHH!" They said.

"Tío, you're not supposed to drink." Abuela Gloria said.

"Gloria, it's the holidays! A little won't hurt." He gave a mischievous smile, "Así! One more! One more for good luck." He pours more into Hobie's cup.

"OH fuck..." Hobie was also trying to get drunk Miles' great great uncle. "Well, ole' chap. Lets drink for good health!"

"Eso es más parecido!" Tío Antonio happily cheers as the two drink and eat.

In the end, he got a big belly full of food, and tipsy from all the drinking. Luckily, he was more exhausted going in a food coma. Billie sat in her spot with Miles while they eat, she chews on her arroz con gandules, "Por qué es así?"

"He ate too much, Boo-boo. Let him rest. He gotta be ready for dessert." Miles hums.

"Ohhhhh!" Hobie let out a deep burp feeling so full. "Sunflower, rub my belly."

"You're so goofy, bae." Miles laughs while his hand gently stroke his man's bloated stomach. Billie chews on her pernil as she watch the two.

"Normally, you gotta get seconds." Miles whispers in his man's ear being playful.

"Ohhh!" Hobie burps again.

"Augh, bae!" Miles wave the smell away from his face.

"You were in the way." Hobie snickers then groans, "I'm too full to laugh."

"You're gonna have to suck it up, bae. Dessert is coming." Miles chuckles, "My tío Antonio might want you to drink some more rounds with the men."

"Ughh! Give me time to..." Hobie knocks out feeling so full.

Billie laughs, "He's goofy!"

"Yeah, he is."

His nap was cut short when dessert came out for coffee, some family went upstairs to dance and enjoy being snuggled in their jacket looking at the cityscape. Miles went upstairs for a bit dancing with Billie, until they came down to find Hobie waking up. "Bae, come on. My aunts made Tembleque, flan, Arroz con leche and mi Abuela made her pineapple cake!"

"I'm coming." At least the food gone down, he slowly got up giving his body a good stretch. Then, he got yank by Miles' relatives to have some coffee and desserts.

Rio said, "Hobie, you want a full cup or half?" She pours coffee into cups.

"Half would be fine." He said seeing his plate being filled with dessert treats.

Billie went over to get her cookies, "Mmm, gallatas are my favorite!"

Miles pick her up for her to get a few from the plate. "Dulce knows how to bake."

"I love vanilla ice cream with sweet plantains." Billie's eyes sparkles seeing her mom making her a plate.

"I want that cake." Miles been craving for his Abuela's pineapple cake.

Miles went to Hobie to help him finished his plate, "You don't mind sharing, bae?"

"Oh please do. I'm getting full." Hobie said, "Everything is so good, but my stomach is still stuffed."

"Don't worry bae, I got chu." Miles got his fork to take a bite, he sat next to him to chew.

Tío Antonio came by with some glass filled with Coquito, "Now, dis isn't for... umm... bebe rapid- no!" He mimics taking shots, "It's to savior. Chupito! Un chupito de Coquito." He let Miles and Hobie have their own glass.

Jeff was about to protest until his wife said, "It's only one time, mi amor. Mi tío abuelo wants to drink with his grandchildren."

"Ohh alright." Jeff sighs, seeing Miles taking the glass. "But I'm going to let Miles know the safety of drinking. He won't be underage anymore."

"I know, mi vida. Next August, he'll be twenty one." She sighs at how fast her baby boy grew up.

Miles cling his glass with his Great Great Uncle, then took a sip, "Mmm, this is so good." He actually like drinks like this instead of beer.

Hobie sips, "Mmm, Chupito?"

"Sí, un chupito! Pasito Pasito." Tío Antonio chuckles being happy his drink came out so delicious. The sweetness of condense milk enrich the coconut milk all complementing the white rum. Miles could barely taste the alcohol.

"Oh, puedo probarlo?" Billie asked.

"Sorry, boo-boo. This is for adults." Miles said.

"Awe." Billie pouts with her arms crossed.

"Ay, miamor! Abuela made you and los niños Coquito con chocolate." She serve the little girl a cup of warm Coquito with Chocolate.

"Ohhh! Gracias, Abuela." She blew then took a sip, "MMM!"

Hobie saw everyone enjoying themselves, "Sunflower."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"What?" Miles asked.

"I'm thankful for having you."

"Awe, me too, bae." Miles snuggles against him as they slowly eat their dessert together. "Love you."

"I love you too, Sunflower."

[skyedancer-rae]

TGAA 2 Spoilers

Drawn for TGAA Greatest Family Week Day 2: Game Night (@greatestfamilyweek)

Everyone was cheating except Barok.

Image description + story behind pic after the cut.

A full-colored illustration of the main cast of TGAA playing cards. Everyone has removed their shoes, and most of them have removed jackets and ties for a "relaxing" game night at home.

From left to right, the scene is depicted as follows. Sholmes and Mikotoba stand to the far left. Mikotoba points a finger at Sholmes with a scowl. Sholmes smiles innocently and leans back, holding up his hands defensively. His cards, 5 aces, fall to the floor. Mikotoba's left hand is reaching behind him to grab Kazuma by the ear. Kazuma has half-lunged toward Gina, pointing an accusatory finger at her. Both are arguing furiously with each other. Gina gestures to the metal trunk acting as a table, revealing her hand: a royal flush of spades. (Though you can only see the back of Kazuma's cards where he is holding them, he also played a royal flush of spades.) Next, Iris and Barok sit together on the couch. Iris puts a comforting hand on Barok's shoulder; he is slumped forward, head in his hands. Her hand was a royal flush of hearts. He had a pair of twos, a 3, a 5, & a 6. Lastly, Ryunosuke sits on a stool to the right, with Susato standing beside him. Both have a royal flush of diamonds and are fiercely debating each other over who was the cheater. (It was both of them.) Mikotoba's hand is a royal flush of clubs, shown atop the metal chest.

So, they're basically playing a game with one deck of cards where you draw 5 cards, maybe exchange a few with the leftover cards, and hope for a good poker hand. You get points depending on how good of a poker hand you have, and the winner is whoever has the most points after a set number of rounds. Except the unofficial rule is to cheat and get a better hand. If two (or more) people play the same card, they have to debate each other to try and prove the other was cheating. Otherwise, neither party gets any points that round. Hence, why Susato & Ryuu are arguing so fiercely and why Kazuma & Gina are about 5 seconds from starting a wrestling match like 5-year-olds. (Which won't end well for him because he may have a size/strength advantage, but Gina bites. Really hard.)

It started out as Ryunosuke asking Gina to teach him sleight-of-hand tricks to get back at Sholmes for cheating him in poker during the 7th escapade. Iris quickly got in on the fun, and the 3 tried to con Sholmes during the next poker game. He quickly realized what was going on, and cheating became an unofficial house rule during their poker matches. Once Susato returned, Gina taught her how to cheat and games got really intense. Once Mikotoba and Kazuma joined in on game nights, they switched from regular poker to a more casual, watered-down version where the point was to just get a good poker hand. While Mikotoba & Kazuma figured out about the cheating rule pretty quickly, no one told Barok that the point of the game was to cheat. Barok ends up winning this round by flipping over the remaining cards from the draw pile and finding a card from everyone's hand in there. They decide to switch to a less cheaty game after this.

[84reedsy]

Top 5 Scott hall outfits (with pics)

I think I'll have to officially call this a pictorial

5.) Early Days, simple trunks. (And yes the mustache was part of the outfit)

4.) Diamond Studd. The pants were tear-away 🥴. And he was a BEAST🥵.

3.) Shirtless Old Man - literally not an era exists that I WOULDN'T

2.) In Ring Trunks - any era (Razor, nWo, etc) Razor had more colors and flash though. Whoever talked him out of full tights is the real hero here (Thank you whoever you are)

Annnnnnnnnnd the winner

1.) Beanie/Sunglasses Scott Hall - I don't know how to explain this... but the Nitro after Starrcade 97, he came out like this and I was SHOOK.

Well fit Tee - ✔️

Perfectly tight jeans - ✔️

Punk beanie and shades - ✔️

Thanks for coming to my Scott Hall Fit Check Ted Talk

[includedisco]

Title: Two Days in Paradise

Characters: Fadel, Style

Pairing: FadelStyle

Fandom: The Heart Killers

Tags: Established relationship, fluff, romance, couple getaway, slice of life, rained in, post canon, mild dirty talk, flirting

Word Count: 2,804

Story Summary: Style and Fadel escape to a scenic campsite for a romantic getaway. It’s all honeymoon-perfect until the rain ruins their outdoor plans. Can the getaway be salvaged?

A/N: Hi!! Here is some FadelStyle romance, fluff, flirting and banter to escort you into an awesome weekend. This one features soft boyfriends, tender moments and that crazy ass dynamic they have that only exists in the au in my head. Have fun reading and let me know your thoughts. I'm ever super grateful for your support<3

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Fadel’s car cruises down the open road, the windows rolled down to let in the fresh breeze. Style is behind the wheel, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding Fadel’s hand across the controls. The radio plays softly in the background, a mix of old classics and upbeat tunes that Style hums along to. Fadel keeps stealing glances at Style, admiring how effortlessly stylish he looks in his button-down shirt, denim shorts, and small round-rimmed sunglasses. Style catches him looking and grins, squeezing Fadel’s hand. “What?” he teases. Fadel just shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing. Just… you look good.”

After a two-hour drive, they arrive at the campsite. It’s a picturesque spot with a caravan parked in the middle of a grassy field, a small tent pitched at the entrance like a canopy. A gentle stream flows nearby, the water sparkling under the afternoon sun. The air is fresh and clean, and Style steps out of the car, stretching his arms out and breathing it all in. “I love it here already,” he says, his voice full of excitement.

Fadel steps out of the car too, grabbing their bags from the trunk. They carry their things into the caravan, which is cozy and well-equipped. Style steps back outside, holding his arms out again as if embracing the whole scene. “This is perfect,” he says, turning to Fadel with a bright smile. He holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go explore the stream before we do anything else.”

Fadel can see the spark in Style’s eyes and knows there’s no way he’s going to say no. He takes Style’s hand, and they walk toward the stream together. The water is clear and cool, the sun reflecting off its surface like tiny diamonds. They take pictures—of the stream, of each other, and of themselves together, laughing as they try to get the perfect shot. Style’s energy is infectious, and Fadel finds himself smiling more than he has in a long time.

“Should we get in?” Fadel asks, gesturing to the water.

“You read my mind,” Style grins. They roll up their jeans to their knees and step into the stream, holding hands to steady themselves on the slippery rocks. The water is cold but refreshing, and they laugh when they almost lose their balance. Style clings to Fadel with both arms, letting him lead the way. They settle on a large rock in the middle of the stream, sitting close together and taking in the beauty around them.

“What kind of places do you want to visit together one day?” Style asks, leaning his head on Fadel’s shoulder.

Fadel thinks for a moment. “Most of my trips were for work,” he admits, squinting slightly under the sun. “I want to go places for fun from now on. With you.”

Style’s heart warms at that. “I’ll be your gorgeous travel partner,” he says with a grin. “We can try different types of food. I bet that’ll inspire your cooking.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Fadel says, smiling. “Can we start with Vietnam? I want to learn about their cuisine.”

“Sure,” Style says, his excitement growing. “I’ve heard their spa treatments are to die for. I want to try those. Let’s visit the zoos too, and the museums. Let’s do everything.”

They keep talking, their conversation flowing as easily as the stream around them. At some point, Style splashes water at Fadel, and soon they’re in the middle of a full-blown water fight, laughing and struggling to stay balanced. By the time they make it back to the shore, they’re both soaked and shivering. Style hops on Fadel’s back, surprising him, but Fadel steadies himself and carries him back to the caravan. Style peppers kisses on Fadel’s neck and shoulders, making him laugh.

Inside the caravan, they help each other out of their wet clothes, drying off with a towel. They hang the clothes by the door to dry, and Style grabs a bottle of whisky and two glasses. He takes Fadel by the wrist and leads him to the bed, where they settle down, cuddled up together. Style pours the whisky and hands a glass to Fadel. “This’ll warm us up,” he says. “Also, I just wanna get a little tipsy.”

They sip their drinks slowly, looking out the small window at the beautiful scenery. “This reminds me of those 80s series from New Zealand,” Style says, his voice dreamy.

“Did you watch a lot of those?” Fadel asks, genuinely curious.

Style launches into a long, animated explanation about the shows he loved, the ones he thought were stupid, and the one where he had a crush on a black leather-wearing bad boy biker. Fadel listens attentively, laughing softly at Style’s enthusiasm. “I didn’t know you were into bad boys,” Fadel teases.

“I’m in love with a whole hitman,” Style shoots back, grinning.

“My days of guns and knives are long gone, though,” Fadel says, his tone light but serious.

“You still look hella sexy chopping up vegetables and meat like the expert you are in your kitchen,” Style says, leaning up to kiss Fadel on the lips. “You’ve mellowed, but you’re still my crush.”

Fadel kisses him back, deeper this time, his fingers weaving through Style’s hair. They lose their whisky glasses and lie down on the bed, getting lost in each other. Their kisses are slow and tender, their hands exploring each other’s skin. It’s warm and comforting, their legs tangled together, until the sound of rain outside interrupts them.

They pull apart slowly, looking at each other questioningly. Then, as the rain increases, their eyes widen in realization. Style hops off the bed to close the window, and Fadel goes to the doorway, peeking out. “Oh no,” Style groans. “I had a whole thing planned where we’d do a camp setting, cook together, drink beer, and I’d serenade you with music. I brought a guitar.”

Fadel lets that sink in, then says, “So that’s what the guitar is for? You can’t play. Also you can’t cook.”

“Does that matter? I’d sit with the guitar in my hands, looking cool, while my boyfriend ho likes to spoil me, makes lunch. That’s the image I had for us in my head. Now it’s ruined,” Style insists, dragging his feet back inside, clearly disappointed.

Fadel closes the door and turns toward Style, taking his hands. “The rain will stop,” he says reassuringly.

“But it’ll be wet and gross outside,” Style grumbles.

“We’ll still have fun. I’ll make sure of it. I promise,” Fadel says, his voice firm but gentle. He kisses Style’s cheek, then the other, and again until Style smiles.

“Let’s finish our whisky and take a nap,” Fadel suggests, and they do just that. While drinking, Style cheers up again, much to Fadel’s relief. He sits with a lopsided grin, watching Style animatedly talk about random things, his words slightly slurred from the alcohol. Fadel kisses him because he loves to and because he misses holding Style in his arms. He pulls him closer, their lips meeting in a slow, tender kiss. Style pushes Fadel down on the bed, laughing when Fadel lands with a soft thud. Style climbs on top of him, cupping his cheek and kissing him again, this time with more reverence and intimacy. Their kisses are unhurried, their touches gentle and loving. They fall asleep like that, wrapped up in each other.

When Fadel wakes up much later, Style is still fast asleep. He stays in their position for a moment longer, gently kissing Style’s hair, ear, shoulder, and neck. The rain is still falling heavily outside, and Fadel sighs, thinking about how disappointed Style will be when he wakes up.

They only have two days here, and with both their businesses thriving, they can’t afford to be away for too long. Fadel carefully sits up, not wanting to wake Style, and starts thinking of a way to make this trip special despite the rain.

By the time Style stirs awake, Fadel has set up a camp-like situation right inside the caravan. There are cushions on the floor for them to sit on, a small gas cooker in the middle with a pot of noodles ready to be cooked, and an assortment of sweet, salty, and savory snacks laid out. A cooler with beer sits to the side, and Fadel has even hung fairy lights around the caravan to create a cozy atmosphere. Style’s guitar leans against the wall, though neither of them knows how to play it.

Style’s eyes widen in awe as he takes it all in. He excitedly bounds off the bed,“You did all this?” he asks, his voice filled with wonder.

Fadel shrugs, a little uncertain. “You looked so disappointed that we wouldn’t get to do this outside, so… I hope this helps.”

Style walks up to Fadel and kisses him hard on the lips. When he pulls away, Fadel chuckles nervously. “I hope this means you like my surprise.”

“I love it,” Style admits, “and I love you.”

****

Fadel sits cross-legged on the cushions, stirring the pot of noodles on the small gas cooker. The savory aroma fills the air, making Style’s stomach growl in anticipation as he watches Fadel work. Style can’t help but smile, feeling so much affection for the man who went through so much trouble to make this trip special.

“Not to rush the art stirring in that pot, but my stomach is about to digest itself,” Style says, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “Remind me never to drink whisky again before a meal.”

Fadel glances up, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Just a minute or so more,” he says simply, his voice soft.

He scoots closer to Fadel, peeking into the pot. “Can I have a little taste before you serve?”

Fadel chuckles, stirring the noodles one last time before turning off the cooker. “No need. It’s ready. Hand me the bowls.”

Style grabs the bowls and chopsticks, handing them to Fadel with an eager grin. Fadel ladles the noodles into the bowls, adding the chopped vegetables and meat they prepared earlier. He hands a bowl to Style, who immediately takes a big bite, his eyes closing in satisfaction.

“Mmm, this is so good,” Style says, his mouth still half-full. He holds up a bite of noodles on his chopsticks, offering it to Fadel. “Here, try it.”

“I literally have the exact same serving.” Fadel points out.

Style insistently continues holding the bite out to Fadel like nothing has been said at all.

Fadel eventually gives in and leans forward, taking the bite from Style’s chopsticks. He chews slowly, nodding in approval. “Not bad,” he says, though his tone is modest.

“Not bad? It’s amazing! You can say it. Don’t be shy.” Style smiles, feeding Fadel another bite. They continue eating like this, feeding each other and laughing when Style accidentally drops a piece of meat on the floor. “Oops,” he says, grinning sheepishly. “Guess that one’s for the ants. Lucky bastards get a bite and they didn’t even help us cook.”

“To be fair, you only passed me the bowls at the end.”

“And it’s the passion I put into the process of handing you the bowls that adds to the delicious taste of the food.”

Fadel shakes his head, amused. He’s come to fall in love with Style’s senseless banter.

After they finish eating, Style leans back against the cushions, patting his stomach. “That hit the spot,” he says, sighing contentedly. Then his eyes land on the guitar leaning against the wall. “Oh! I almost forgot about the guitar.”

Fadel raises an eyebrow. “You’re really going to play it?”

“Of course!” Style says, jumping up to grab the guitar. He sits back down, cradling it in his lap. “I may not be good, but I can strum a few chords. And I can sing… kinda.”

Fadel chuckles, leaning back to watch. “No you can’t, but alright, let’s hear it.”

Style starts strumming the guitar, his fingers fumbling a bit as he tries to find the right chords. He begins singing a cheesy love song by the backstreet boys, his voice slightly off-key but full of enthusiasm. Fadel can’t help but laugh, but Style doesn’t mind. He grins, singing louder and more dramatically, making Fadel laugh even harder.

“Come on, join me!” Style says, nudging Fadel with his foot.

Fadel shakes his head, still laughing. “I can’t sing.”

“Yes, you can! Everyone can sing,” Style insists. He starts singing again, this time a different song, a Thai song, and Fadel reluctantly joins in. Their voices are far from perfect, but they’re having fun, and that’s all that matters.

The singing stops and they sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the rain. Style sighs, “At the very least that stupid rain will be good for some great sex later.”

“I never got that.” Fadel admits.

“Really.” Style drawls, dragging the word out, his eyes widening slightly, intrigued by this development. “I’ll help you understand the allure.” He wiggles his eyebrows, envisioning all the delicious possibilities.

There is smile spreading across Fadel’s face as he says, “Then dare I say let it rain all weekend.”

Style nods his head slowly, “I’d love to show you the 13 positions of fucking in the rain right away, but since we’re not filming porn, let me romance you a little first.” Style says, setting the guitar aside. He grabs his phone and scrolls through his playlist, finding a slow, romantic song by some international artist whose name he can’t pronounce. He sets the phone down, and the soft melody fills the caravan.

Style stands up, holding out his hand to Fadel. “Dance with me?”

Fadel takes his hand, letting Style pull him to his feet. They stand close together, their arms wrapped around each other as they sway to the music. Style rests his head on Fadel’s shoulder, humming along softly. Fadel closes his eyes, savoring the moment. This is what he loves most—just being close to Style, feeling his warmth, hearing his voice.

“You know,” Style says after a while, his voice quiet, “this is exactly how I imagined our future together. Just us, being happy, dancing together as foreplay.”

Fadel tightens his hold on Style, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Me too,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle, “Sort of.”

They continue dancing slow, kissing just as unhurriedly, the music playing softly in the background. The rain outside has slowed to a gentle patter, and they only notice when the music playlist comes to an end.

Style lifts his head off Fadel’s shoulder to listen closely for the sound of the rain. “Oh fuck, it stopped raining.” He announces then looks at Fadel, “I guess we took too long dancing. See this is why foreplay shouldn’t last longer than 2 minutes. If somebody doesn’t fall asleep or get bored and start scrolling through their IG feed right in the middle of it, the damn rain stops.” He shakes his head like it’s such a travesty this reality.

Fadel tries not to laugh but fails miserably, “We can play rain sounds on my phone or yours.” He helpfully supplies, successfully turning Style’s frown upside down instantly.

“Fadel, have I ever told you my idea type of man?”

“You talk so much. I can’t remember.” he Fadel teases, leaning down to kiss Style gently.

“It’s one who proactively comes up with creative ways not to miss out on a good old fuck under the rain.” Style turns away to point at a random spot in the room, “We’ll do it over there and then open the window and curtain adjacent to it.”

“That’s specific.”

“The caretaker roaming the grounds outside right now looked at me cross-eyed when we arrived. I want him to see my pale, white ass glistening in the moonlight while we do it. I bet he'll struggle to get the image out of his head after that.” Style smiles proudly like a man that just produced yet another brilliant idea among many

Fadel is utterly speechless, completely stunned by Style’s wildly unexpected and outrageous statement. His eyes widen in disbelief, and for a moment, he seems frozen, unable to process the sheer audacity of what he has just heard.

When he finally regains his composure, his voice comes out in a hesitant, almost disbelieving tone as he says, “I’m pretty sure that’s indecent exposure. We could get kicked out of here.”

Style regards his boyfriend for a few seconds then he exhales in a long-suffering manner, “You’re no fun at all. Luckily you have a nice set of teeth. That makes up for everything. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

-END-

Thank you for reading ❤️

If you liked this story, please visit my AO3 or Wattpad for more.

[doctorobrt]

Hi there! Could you write something along the lines of AfabReader x William afton where he surprises her with jewelry she has always wanted? Thanks if you do!!-🪄

Yes yes yes of course I can, thank you for requesting, I didn't expect so many responses!

William Afton x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol.

It was a muggy day in 1978 Hurricane, Utah. The sun slipped through your fingers and pooled onto the streets. Pavements had become hot to the touch, and you were sure your shoes would melt to the concrete if you stood idle for too long.

Will had suggested spending the day on the high street; he encouraged you to join him to explore the new surroundings since moving there. He had left Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan in the care of Henry for the day, more than assured he was the perfect babysitter.

The quaint shops crowding the sides of the road invited customers in with open doors and decorated windows. It was only eleven in the morning by the time you had made your way through more than half of them. William had been browsing through children's clothes and accessories ready for summertime whilst you picked up cushions for the sofas, pots, and pans for the new stove, and silly hats to try on and laugh about in the store's mirror.

After purchasing a hefty amount of summer tops and bottoms and homely decorations, the pair of you opted to load the bags into the car before your arms dropped off. Loading them into the boot one after the other, you just about managed to squeeze them all in - except for a few sizable pillows on the back seats...

"Trust you to go shopping and buy half a house." William teased as you pushed all of your weight into slamming the trunk down, "Good thing the cars bloody big enough."

He leaned against the side of the cherry red Chevrolet with crossed arms and sleeves turned up, exposing the scars on his arms. It was definitely a sight to see. Assuring you that the healed injuries were completely pain-free, William had convinced you not to worry. It was always a question of concern, considering he would constantly tinker with intricate, and extremely hazardous, machinery, but you kept that concern to yourself for the time being.

"Sorry that I want a lovely-looking house!" You retorted as he shot back a smirk and pushed himself back onto his feet, "Want to grab some food?"

"Sounds good. I saw a café just up the road from here."

"Brilliant." Just up the road to Will meant a 15-minute walk, and for some superhuman reason, he wasn't feeling the sweltering heat. "Right let's go then."

During the stroll, you had peeked your heads into many different shops: shoemakers with extravagant heels for the most elegant of occasions, an outdoors and camping store full of enormous tents, a home-brewed liquor shop full of free samples and nestled beside the café, a fancy jeweller.

You gazed in through the window as intricately cut jewels lustred against the harsh sunlight pouring in through the glass. Resting upon a velvet mannequin sat a stunning golden necklace. Adorned with delicate diamond petals, it exuded elegance.

After taking a considerable amount of time to choose a whiskey, William finally caught up with you.

"We'll have to pop some ice into the freezer when we get home," He confidently displayed the bottle he had purchased, "Take a look at what I got for half price, love."

As you stepped back from the window, you felt a twinge of hesitancy. However, you couldn't ignore the wide grin plastered across his face, leaving you to raise an eyebrow with interest.

"How on earth did you get that for half price?" As you reached for the bottle, he quickly snatched it back and stuffed it into the bag, "Oi!"

"She just fancied me far too much to charge me full price." He jested, earning a questionable glare from you, "Part of the sales, love."

As he ushered you to move on, you couldn't help but keep an eye on the beautiful piece of jewellery that had previously caught your attention. William caught sight of your gaze and stole a look after you had moved on. After quickly glancing through the window, he strode into the café behind you.

The meal was excessively sweet. You had opted for an American breakfast classic - pancakes with bacon and syrup. It definitely filled the spot. On the other hand, Will had ordered a simple poached egg on toast with a bitter latte. It was past midday by the time you left, and the both of you were tired out from shopping for hours on end.

"Make your way back to the car, love." He urged whilst pulling out his wallet and tossing you the keys, "I'll pay for the food to save you some time."

After agreeing, you strolled your way back to the car. The seats were hot to the touch. You didn't dare sit down without placing a cushion beforehand. It had been just over fifteen minutes when Will came into view. His hair had fallen over his forehead and one of his sleeves had slipped down after carrying his bag full of alcohol for so long.

"Looking sexy there mate." You goaded whilst throwing open the driver's side door for him, "What took you so long? I've been roasting in here."

"Assuming you didn't lock yourself in," he said, sinking into the chair, "the doors do in fact open."

You scoffed, "Next time, I'll bloody drive home without you."

"Well then. Next time I won't be buying you a lovely present."

He enjoyed buying you presents, though he didn't do it often. He would always tell you he's rubbish at it because he's a man - you couldn't disagree with the fact he was an awful gift-giver.

Eagerly taking a large A3-shaped piece of card out, he handed it over.

"What the bloody hell am I holding?"

He wiggled his finger around and nodded his head, "Turn it around!"

As you flipped it over, you saw a piece of advertisement. On it was a woman styling the necklace you had spotted earlier. Thinking back, it was beside the necklace you saw in the shop. At least he tried?

"Oh, it's... lovely..?" Not quite sure how to go around this, you played along. William stifled a laugh as he watched you feigning gratitude. "Are you pulling my leg?"

He sneered and turned to take something else out of the bag. "You think too highly of me." Turning to pass you a pretty little case, "Course I am."

As you opened the petite box, a wide smile spread across your face. The necklace sat on top of a silk cushion inside. Without a second thought, you leapt towards him and hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You knobhead. I genuinely thought you got me that piece of card."

He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and pushed you back slightly, "Cor, didn't realise you'd love it this much. Maybe I need to buy you jewellery all the time."

You jabbed him in the side, "Well then it wouldn't be so special, Mister., I'm awful at buying presents because I'm a man."

Chuckling at your response, he revved the car up and drove half an hour over to Henry's house.

Greeting an exhausted pair of adults at the door, and after slithering your way past a bundle of napping children, you mouthed a silent thank you and made your way into the kitchen. William brewed a pot of tea as if it were his own home, he always mentions they can't make his tea right. As he did so, The Emilys asked about your day.

You showed them your new necklace, to which Henry told you, "In all the years I've known Will, I never knew he was capable of such a lovely gift." He winked playfully, eliciting a sigh from his friend.

By the time you made your leave, it was approaching four in the afternoon. You heaved little Evan up into your arms and William held onto Michael and Elizabeth's hands, you turned to wave goodbye and hand over some cash as thanks.

While your attention was elsewhere, Evan swiftly took hold of the necklace and snapped it in two. You were met with a look of shock from William, as his mouth slightly hung open.

"Have you got the receipt?" You asked, wide-eyed.

"I'll tell them it came like that."

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A/N - Thank you for reading! I mentioned before that I was going to shorten my stories and I think this is the perfect length. This one was so cute to write. Literally wrote a Mr. Bean moment into this. I hope you enjoyed it, I got so many requests, and I'm trying to work through them, but I probably won't be able to get through them all. Thank you anyway though, I appreciate the help!