#then she extends her hand out towards him and they kiss. 'yet this remains the same' she says/assures him

[pickingupmymercedes]

She's here and she's just like you - Lewis Hamilton

From the series: She's here and she's ours , She's here and she's not only ours.

Lots of fluff.

pairing: Dad!Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Some dad!Lewis fix. Because I think we could all use it.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The relentless growl of the engines echoed through the thinly insulated motorhome walls, a constant tremor that vibrated through the room and into your very bones. Even with the rhythmic whoosh of the white noise machine, sleep seemed a distant dream.

You glanced at your husband, a small, peaceful oasis amidst the chaos, with your daughter sleeping soundly in his chest, her tiny fingers clutching the soft fabric of his shirt. And as much as he tried to hold perfectly still, you could see the contrast to the storm brewing within Lewis, a frustrated frown etched onto his face.

The first day of practice for the Silverstone Grand Prix was over, and yet, the biggest challenge hadn't been mastering the legendary circuit. It had been the heart-wrenching scene that unfolded just before Lewis left for the track.

He'd approached y/d/n, his usual goofy grin replaced with a nervous smile. Clad in his fireproof suit, the helmet tucked under his arm, he knelt beside her in his driver’s room. "Hey there, champ," he said, his voice a touch too high-pitched, betraying his anxiety.

The little girl, in the midst of a few toys, looked up with wide, curious eyes. Lewis extended a gloved hand towards her, but instead of reaching for it, her face crumpled, and a wail erupted from her tiny body.

"No, Daddy! No go!" she cried, scrambling backwards as far as she could go.

Your heart ached for both of them. Lewis, his smile faltering, attempted a reassuring laugh. "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's just going to work, then I'll be back to see you soon." But the wails only intensified.

You rushed to her side, scooping her up and showering her face with comforting kisses. Lewis remained rooted to the spot, a helpless look on his face.

Finally, with a defeated sigh, he placed the helmet down and retreated towards the door "I'll see you later, sweetheart," he mumbled, his voice thick with disappointment. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving an unsettling silence.

Y/d/n continued to whimper for a few minutes, nuzzling into your chest as you rocked her gently, and you couldn't help the sense of helplessness that washed over you.

Lewis had built this dream in his head for years – his daughter in the paddock, his lucky charm by his side, cheering him on.

The reality, however, was a chorus of tears and protests whenever he approached her in his race gear.

As Lewis’ tiny copy finally drifted back to sleep you followed him as he put her on her crib, reaching out and touching Lewis's face as he stood up "Maybe she's just like you, and needs her time before going for it" you put gently, a small smile playing on your lips. He looked at you, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "Maybe I was a bit too eager”

"You’re excited, that’s all" you comforted him, nudging him softly. A shared memory surfaced, a time capsule from a very different stage in your journey as parents.

The initial thrill of the pregnancy announcement had settled into a comfortable routine. Excitement simmered beneath the surface, punctuated by doctor appointments and the steady growth of your belly. One evening, as you sat curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, a flicker of sadness crossed Lewis's face as he knelt beside you, his hand resting gently on your now-obvious bump.

"So, no kicks yet?" he asked, his voice laced with a barely concealed longing. You smiled sadly, shaking your head. "Just the usual fluttering" He forced a smile, but the disappointment in his eyes tugged at your heart.

"It'll come soon," you reassured him, taking his hand and placing it firmly on your stomach. "Just you wait." Days turned into weeks, and the feeling of anticipation that had initially fueled Lewis's excitement began to wane. He'd watch you lovingly rub your belly, a question lingering in his eyes. You knew what he was thinking – a silent plea to feel a part of this incredible journey unfolding within you.

One afternoon, you were curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, when a strong flutter, very perceptible and even visible, danced across your abdomen. You gasped, eyes widening in surprise. Lewis, oblivious, was engrossed in a racing documentary on his phone. You nudged him, a breathless whisper escaping your lips. "Lewis, feel this!"

He looked up, a flicker of hope lighting his face as he turned towards you. Hesitantly, he placed his hand where you indicated. And then, another flutter, stronger this time, an unmistakable sensation against his palm. His face lit up as if a light had been switched on. A mix of wonder and pure joy washed over him. He leaned his head against your stomach, a wide grin splitting his face.

"There she is!" he whispered; his voice thick with emotion. In that moment, the invisible barrier that had separated him from his unborn child dissolved. He was no longer just a spectator, but an active participant in this incredible miracle, his tiny miracle.

From that day on, Lewis constant presence was also coupled with hours talking to the belly, singing silly songs, and showering it with gentle kisses. The frustration that had shadowed his eyes was replaced by an awestruck wonder. You watched the transformation with a heart overflowing with love as you could feel their bond blossoming even before her arrival.

The memory brought a lump to your throat. Lewis's initial struggle with feeling left out mirrored your own anxieties about being a good mother. You reached out and squeezed his hand, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. He met your gaze, a flicker of understanding passing between you. A silent promise – to include y/d/n, and create a space where she felt safe and loved, no matter how fast the world around them moved.

The next morning, the paddock buzzed with its usual frenetic pre-race energy. Mechanics scurried around the cars, engineers huddled over laptops, and the air thrummed with anticipation. But amidst the controlled chaos, a new dynamic unfolded.

The atmosphere in the Ferrari garage was a far cry from the usual pre-race tension. Lewis, clad in his race suit but with his helmet still off, knelt beside a makeshift chair fashioned from a mechanic's stool and a pile of soft cushions. There, sat the little girl, her curls framing wide, curious eyes as she clutched a miniature Guido toy car in her chubby hand.

"Alright, champ" Lewis began, his voice losing its usual racing-day edge and taking on a gentle, singsong quality. "This" he said, pointing to the steering wheel in front of him "is like the captain's wheel on a pirate ship! It helps Daddy steer the car really fast." Y/d/n giggled, tilting her head in thought as she compared her miniature car to the real one.

A young mechanic, usually focused on meticulously checking tire pressure, couldn't help but be drawn to the scene. He knelt down beside them, his face breaking into a wide smile. "Ciao, bella!" he said, offering her a small, brightly colored wrench. Y/d/n, momentarily captivated by the shiny object, reached out to take it, her tiny fingers wrapping clumsily around the handle.

"See, sweetheart?" Lewis explained, "This wrench is Luca's special tool, just like my steering wheel is mine. He uses it to make sure the car is all good and ready to go!" Intrigued, she held the wrench up close, inspecting it with a furrowed brow. The mechanic chuckled, gently tapping the wrench against her toy's tire as the girl’s eyes widened in delight.

One by one, other mechanics started to approach, their initial surprise at the unexpected visitor replaced by amusement and a touch of protective warmth. Another mechanic, usually with a gruff exterior, shyly offered the toddler a bright yellow Ferrari pin. "For your car, Principessa" he mumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. She squealed with joy, carefully placing the pin on the back of her Guido, mimicking the pit crew on television.

And Lewis, his initial frustration from the little girl's first reaction, was completely forgotten, as he continued his explanation. He pointed to various buttons and switches on the steering wheel, describing their functions with exaggerated sound effects and silly voices. Y/d/n, completely captivated, bounced on her feet, occasionally reaching out to touch the buttons within her reach, eliciting playful warnings from Lewis.

The race flew by in a blur as you tried to contain a very excited toddler perched on her chair in the Ferrari garage. Her eyes, wide with wonder, darted between the mechanics and engineers, as if she could actually understand what was happening before her. Every pit stop, every tool change elicited a flurry of questions and excited babbling.

The final lap brought a collective roar of triumph from everyone, including the bouncing of curls on your daughter's head as she threw her little arms up and cheered with everyone else.

The sweetest victory though wasn't on the track. It was the sight that greeted Lewis in a secure corner of the garage as he made his way back from the podium. Away from the throngs of fans and potential collisions with bustling mechanics, held aloft by Fred Vasseur, was Y/d/n. Her face crinkled in a joyous smile, a tiny hand waving excitedly as the other held her Guido, now sporting the bright yellow Ferrari pin.

He pushed his way through the small group surrounding them, his heart overflowing. As he scooped her into his arms, her tiny body radiating pure joy, you could see his sight of relief. He may not have been able to feel all her kicks in the womb, but he wouldn't miss a single giggle, squeal, or smile from here on out.

"Hey there, champ" he whispered, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. The little girl, still buzzing from the excitement of the race, babbled excitedly, pointing at his podium trophy with a gummy grin. Lewis chuckled, his eyes glistening in the light "That's right, sweetheart," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We did it together. You, me, momma, Guido and everyone else here. We’re a team."

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Having Nonbinary Sapphic Tuvok Brainrot Lately…

You're the realest motherfucker on planet Earth and I hope you know that.

Here's a bunch of bullshit I doodled on the topic of Nonbinary Sapphic Tuvok !!!! And I HOPE you will share YOUR personal brainrot with the class (my ask box, the masses, a text post....whatever gets the word out.) If you've been paying attention you KNOW I love a 'Tuvok discovers he's trans while in the delta quadrant' story Guy who likes girls and has always liked girls...but....not in the same way OTHER guys seem to like girls... Tuvok who never quite fit in with 'other' men even Vulcan men...always preferred spending time with women and girls but never felt precisely LIKE a woman or OVERLY uncomfortable with being identified as a man and Vulcan society doesn't seem like it would be heavily gendered so he never really questioned it seriously. Tuvok who found comfort in titles like Husband and Father...those fit, those are good. Then in the delta quadrant he isn't able to be a husband or a father any more and is just some guy surrounded by humans...hmmmmmm....

Still doesn't really seriously think it's worth questioning or exploring his gender identity (partially out of a desire to return home as he left...what will his wife and children think? He's experienced a LOT of sudden change in regards to his personal identity and life, he doesn't really want to undergo more.) until Seven of Nine comes along and also begins to go through a "Questioning Her Gender" arc. Tuvok thinks about it on his own time for a long time and then finally goes to Janeway for support and assistance and together they spend like SEVERAL months just the two of them seeing what this whole gender thing's about. Tuvok slowly exploring expressing himself in a more feminine manner because he's spent his whole life adhering rigidly to one sort of Look. Unexpectedly struggles with anxiety about this. Neelix: Don't be nervous Ms. Vulcan! Tuvok: [nervous] I am not nervous. Tuvok and Seven BOTH exploring masculinity/femininity and their own nonbinary gender identities...late night slumber par- experimentation. Painting each others nails is...very scientific. It's important. Talking with Janeway was good because she's his friend but talking with Seven, another person actively questioning their gender is....well, it's something else.

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The Arrangement (6) - Broken

Chapter summary: A long overdue conversation is finally had and things take a turn....

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Mentions of past trauma.

Word count: 5.7k

Series Masterlist . Ao3

If you could have it your way, you'd immediately cast Mage Hand and shove Ava through the deepest pits of the Underdark, all the way down to Grymforge and until she was faced with molten lava rivers coursing below her.

Whether you'd drop her or not would entirely depend on a set of answers you intended on squeezing out of her – quite literally, if possible.

You crossed your arms, watching as the woman dressed in a burgundy red dress made her way inside, holding that nauseating and overly sweet smile of hers.

She came bearing a satchel, which she handed to Astarion as soon as she stood before him.

“Are you well?” she asked, holding his free hand momentarily.

He gave her a dramatic sigh. “Within reason. It's hardly an ideal scenario, but I'll manage.”

She rubbed her thumb across the back of his hand, nodding with supposed concern on her face.

Something about the way she looked at him made you want to gauge your eyes out.

Ugh…

It took an inhuman amount of mental fortitude and no less amount of restraint to keep yourself from scoffing.

Gale gave you an inquisitive side-glance, but remained silent.

“Who's this? Your playmate?”

Ah.

Lae'zel's bluntness could render many speechless and rabid at worst or slightly taken aback at best.

It seemed that Ava fell under an unexpected third category: sheer amusement.

But it was Astarion who spoke for her, “Ever so direct, Lae'zel." He let out a dramatic laugh. "Charming as always."

"I do not care for such frivolities."

His face dropped with an eye-roll. "It was a joke."

"You're the only one laughing."

You had to hold back a chuckle.

Astarion merely glared at her.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “So, who is she? Your hairdresser?”

“This is Lae'zel – a githyanki extraordinaire. Fierce in battle with her sword and off the field with her words, as you can tell.”

Ava extended an arm out to her, earning a scoff from Lae'zel who refused to return the courtesy.

You beamed in joy at her antics.

Astarion moved to your side and Ava immediately spoke up before he could, “Oh, we've already met.”

“Ah, yes. At The Blushing Mermaid?” he said, tapping his chin.

“More than once.”

You scowled. “A single encounter would have been one too many.”

He glared at you, squinting his eyes inquisitively.

“Feisty . I like you already.” she said with a pout.

You considered hexing her right there and then.

Just like with Lae'zel, she extended a hand out to you.

You crossed your arms instead, earning a narrowed glare from Astarion.

Ava's overly sweet smile only widened.

Astarion then waved dismissively at the only person in the room he had yet to introduce.

“Oh - and that is Gale.”

Unlike you and Lae'zel, he moved to take one of Ava's hand in his own before planting a kiss on the back. “Gale of Waterdeep. What a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, madam."

Gale!

The betrayal had you shooting invisible daggers at him through your eyes.

Ava brought a hand to her chest. “What a gentleman.”

Your patience now spent, you moved towards her. “Where did you go after I ran into you at The Blushing Mermaid?”

Ava turned to face you. “A rather intrusive question, dear.”

“Answer it.”

Astarion was scowling already.

“No. I don't think I will.”

You felt the familiar tingles of fire magic spread along the palm of your hand.

“Where were you when we got arrested, then?”

Gale seemed utterly confused and Lae'zel's face twisted in amusement.

Ava's smile didn't waver once. “She's adorable, Astarion.”

“You little-”

Astarion was already on you before you could lunge forward, rooting you in place.

“Would you excuse us for a moment?” he swiftly interjected, effectively silencing you.

Before you could voice out a protest, you felt him tug at your hand until you were pacing in front of him before bringing both hands to grip your shoulders and prevent you from deterring off the intended path.

“Hey!” you huffed in annoyance.

“Do make yourself at home, darling,” you heard his sweet voice behind you.

“I shall.” Ava chirped. 

Your temper exploded from their exchange.

“Actually - don't!” You shouted over your shoulder only to earn a warning squeeze from him.

Astarion pushed you rapidly along the corridor until you were being guided into your own room, door slamming closed behind you.

You immediately jerked away from his grip, turning back around with an indignant growl.

“What in the Nine Hells has gotten into you?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Oh, you were so ready to blow up.

“Me? What is she doing here?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, crossing his arms. “Is this another one of your jealousy tantrums?”

You gasped at his nerve, outrage nearly blinding you for a split second.

“What – no! I am not jealous! I just dislike her!”

He nodded. “Stating the obvious, but why?”

You groaned in exasperation. “Why what? ”

“Why do you dislike her this much? Surely there must be a solid reason – other than jealousy, that is.”

Insufferable and impossible man!

For a moment, you pondered your answer, not wanting your disdain for her to come across as unwarranted.

But you failed.

Miserably.

“She's… icky! There is something really off about her,” you said, sounding far too exasperated to your liking. “I think she…”

You paused briefly, and Astarion furrowed his brows, waiting for you to go on.

Well.

Maybe you should just voice out your suspicions.

“I think she had something to do with us getting arrested - or that man dying. Maybe both.”

He glared at you in silence for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“Oh, aren't you just cute?” He said with a click of his tongue. “Ava would gain nothing from such an ordeal.”

You were fuming at his antics, but tried to rein in your temper. “What does that mean?”

“You'll just have to trust me on this.”

What?

“Are you being serious?”

He tilted his head. “I fail to see how my private affairs are of your concern.”

You placed both hands on your hips, glaring at him with perplexity. “You brought her to my home, so it starts being my concern.”

“Please – as if I want to be here in the first place.”

“Then leave.” You immediately suggested, pointing to the door.

He scoffed with a grimace. “Alright. I will.”

“Great.”

“Wonderful.”

He turned to leave, but suddenly halted as he glanced at the covered window to his right.

You crossed your arms, raising your brows. “Well?”

He twirled on his feet, giving you an artificial smile. “Could it perhaps wait until nightfall, darling? I'm afraid ‘burning to ashes under the midday sun’ isn't quite an invigourating activity to indulge in.”

Your shoulders slumped as he disarmed you with his words.

A wave of sickening guilt took hold of you.

Shit.

What a ridiculous thing to have suggested to him, and even more ridiculous that you two just couldn't seem to be on the same page for more than a few hours at a time.

“I'm sorry.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “Think nothing of it.”

“I'm really not jealous,” you said with a sigh.

It was true.

For the most part.

“I just worry.”

His features softened and the room plunged into silence.

Astarion eventually broke it with a sigh. “She used to be a monster hunter.”

You arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “A monster hunter?”

He nodded.

You had seen your fair share of monster hunters throughout your travels, and if there was one thing you knew for certain was that Ava did not look the part at all.

“And you trusted her word?”

He snorted. “Kind of hard not to with a stake pressed to my chest.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “She did what?!”

“Do calm down. I was just as skeptical when I first met her, so I foolishly asked for proof,” he said with a shrug. “Let's just say my doubts were put to rest.”

Your mouth dropped open in sheer perplexity.

So Astarion had been meddling with someone who hunted his kind for a living.

This was a whole new level of… derangement. Even coming from him.

You found your voice once again. “And you trusted after that?”

“Yes.”

You blinked. “She hunts… vampires!”

“You never listen to me properly, do you? I said she ‘used’ to be one. She practices Alchemy now.”

A lump rose in your throat. “So…. you and her…”

“Let's just say that we found a sweet spot in between and we each provide something useful to the other.”

You gave him a level look. “An arrangement?”

“I suppose you could call it that.”

Another one? Was Astarion hoarding these? First you and now… her?

And what could she possibly provide him?

And then it was as if your body was engulfed in ice shards.

Wait…

“So… what are the terms?”

Did you even want to know?

He seemed to be wondering whether or not to reply, but eventually spoke, “Well, she helps me feel more at ease in terms of being close to others... intimately.”

Your heart sunk into the deepest pits of your core.

“What?”

Now he looked rather impatient, rolling his eyes. “Do not jump to conclusions. She offered a helping hand once she realised how I... severe this was."

Oh.

“When you walked in on us the other night with her naked by my side… nothing had happened.”

You remembered him telling you this.

“Nothing ever does,” he continued, his words sounding slightly bitter. “So I take comfort in her naked form, but only so that my body can get used to it. Nothing more and nothing less.

A pang of discomfort ran through you and you suddenly felt like an idiot.

The rage you felt towards her dwindled rapidly as you understood the true nature of their arrangement.

Ava was merely helping him out with his intimacy.

“Oh.”

“I suppose ‘oh’ covers it.” he said nonchalantly.

“And what does she get in return?”

He shrugged. “My blood.”

What?!

He had to be joking.

You felt the scalding flames of rage for Ava take over your entire body all at once.

Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words.

“You – idiot! ” you growled in a fit of pure outrage, smacking his arm. “A blood merchant?! ”

He was scowling so deeply the lines on his face sank tenfold. “Do you think of me as a child?” he spat, suddenly towering over you. “I treaded this world long before you were even thought into existence.”

“Oh – please do tell me more, you ancient… tree! ” you blurted out, nearly wincing at the weak insult you had just hurled at him.

He snorted. “Your flattery needs working as usual.”

You ignored his taunt. “A blood merchant? Seriously? ”

“She is not one!”

“Then what does she want with your blood?”

“She is doing some research. That is all you need to know,” he ground out between gritted teeth.

Before you could retort, a soft knock on the door was heard.

“Astarion? Ava is leaving,” Gale spoke.

He threw one final scowl at you before heading out.

“Judging from the murderous look on your face, I imagine the conversation wasn't all that pleasant, my friend.”

You clenched your fists tight, brushing past Gale to follow Astarion.

By the time you reached the ample room, you were met with Ava giving his shoulder a tight squeeze.

She gave you a final glare, that sickening smile of hers still dancing on her lips. “I'll be seeing you soon.”

Then she turned to leave as Astarion exchanged a tense look with you.

You felt a gentle hand on your arm and flinched.

Shadowheart.

“If it's of any comfort to you, I am also suspicious of her aura,” she said with a grimace. “Although I can't say I'm surprised he would surround himself with such company.”

Heaving a deep sigh, you sank on the nearby cushioned chair.

She lowered herself at your side, offering you an all-black vial.

You raised a brow. “What is this?”

As you had come to expect from Shadowheart, she gave you the warmest of smiles. “Lavander extract mixed in with some herbs. It is said to keep the worst terrors of the night at bay,” she said, giving your forearm a gentle squeeze. “The apothecary did mention it is only a temporary fix. You must address the root cause of these dreams, friend.”

Your eyes immediately landed on Astarion who was busy emptying the contents of the satchel Ava had brought him.

Shadowheart followed your line of sight and gave you a knowing nod. “The two of you speak but neither listens, and I care too much for you to watch your light dim for him.”

You swallowed hard. 

She was right. 

Of course she was.

You took the tiny vial in your hand. “Thank you, my friend.”

She nodded curtly. “I shall keep an eye on him lest he does something foolish to you.”

And you knew she meant every single word.

How many times had you counted to twenty? You'd lost track of it already.

Maybe increasing it to thirty and repeating it many more times over would help you muster the courage to do this.

You kept on rasping your knuckles softly against the door to his room, but not soundly enough to provoke a knock.

It was becoming unbearable.

You felt as if something was constantly gnawing and clawing at you from the inside out. 

“I can hear you breathing, you know.”

His voice startled you, your heart skipping a beat.

Taking a deep breath for added courage, you gripped and turned the doorknob, swiftly pushing the door open.

There he was.

Sitting by the windowsill, bathed in moonlight as he flipped through a book that lay pressed against his thigh.

He looked positively… ethereal. 

The candles scattered across the room, made it feel more homely and inviting.

“Sneaking up on a rogue? My, my… feeling bold tonight, are we?”

Your heart faltered momentarily.

He didn't lift his head to meet you, and you were thankful for this.

You were having a hard time keeping yourself together. Beads of sweat pooled in the palms of your hands and you tried your best to keep your breathing as even as possible.

But this needed to happen.

And depending on the direction of this conversation, you might just leave his room feeling even more heartbroken than before.

“We need to talk.”

That caught his attention, and his crimson eyes met yours.

He arched an elegant brow, pressing the book shut. “Go on.”

Suddenly, you felt cold.

No… freezing .

As if the weight of his stare steadily drained the warmth from your body, even with your robe tightly wrapped around you.

You mustered all the willpower you possibly could.

“Why her?”

A crow's foot of amusement appeared by his left eye. “You'll have to be more specific, darling.”

You heaved a deep sigh of frustration, considering the idea of simply walking away. 

Why was this so hard?

But a small sliver of determination kept your focus. “This arrangement you have with her… I…” You paused for a moment, struggling to find the right wording to this. “I just want to know why her.”

Why not me?

Astarion shifted to stand gracefully on his feet, leaving the book on the padded chair.

“Why not?”

Answering questions with more questions was a sure way to frustrate you, but he excelled at this dance.

“Please answer me…”

He took a few steps in your direction, his eyes studying your face as if trying to strip you bare.

“Because it's easier.”

“Than what?”

He didn't answer.

You waited for him to go on, but were far too impatient to hold back.

So, you tried again.“Is she the reason why you're so distant from me, then?” 

He tilted his head. “And how did you arrive at that conclusion, I wonder?”

Another question for a question.

“You've been distant from me for a while now,” you said, trying to rub the sweat away from your hands. “And I can't help but think she's the reason why.”

He straightened ever so slightly before closing the distance between you two.

“What I have with her is merely transactional.”

Ah. Well…

You did know all too well of transactions with Astarion… 

After all, you had been pushed into one from the moment you had gotten together with him at the Tiefling celebration, even if unbeknownst to you.

“Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me…”

His words of confession still echoed through your mind from time to time.

“Like what we have now?”

“It is nothing of the sort." he immediately said.

For better or worse?

“How so?”

His proximity had you suck in a sharp breath. “She's not you.”

A cold chill ran through your body.

“That is what you want to know, isn't it? Why I never asked that of you.”

Astarion could be too perceptive for your own good. It was as if he could easily read you like an open book.

You slowly nodded.

“Because you're – well… you're you ,” he said,his face softening. “And as selfish as I am, I could never burden you with this. Not you.”

His words carved into your chest like the sharpest daggers.

Even after all this time, he still regarded himself as a burden to others. That what he had been through had tainted him beyond repair.

But…

“Is that why you push me away?”

He was too close now.

Close enough to throw you off balance with his imposing demeanour.

“How can I not?”

That stung. 

Hard.

“Have you any idea how much I envy those who have never met you?” 

Your heart dropped.

And then dread took over.

“Or how I envy those who have yet to meet you?”

This had been exactly what you had feared coming into his room.

The confirmation that he was ready to move from you.

That all that was left of your bond with him was this arrangement and the empty shell of what used to be something that resembled a friendship.

Even after he had comforted you last night.

How much of that was truly genuine?

“Do you want to know why?” he asked.

Did you?

“... why?”

Then you felt his icy fingers on your cheek, jolting from the sudden shift in temperature. “Because they get to know you for the first time. They get to experience all of you,” he went on, brushing his thumb across your skin. “In another lifetime, we would have met without the manipulation and hurt and pain.”

You froze in place and your mind went blank.

“You would have met my unbroken self, and I would have adored you unconditionally, because how could I not when everything about you is so easy to love?”

Somehow, this made everything even worse.

Your stomach twisted in knots and you were left utterly speechless.

You had promised yourself not to shed more tears for him, but it was proving to be a challenge as his words seeped into your core like poison.

It was the painful realisation of what could have been.

“And even through all the deception and lies, you could never bring yourself to loathe me. Even when it was decidedly the wisest thing for you to do,” he said, voice steady and calm. “You never loathed me. Not then and not now – maybe not ever .”

Your lips quivered as he spoke every word of truth.

You then swallowed the thick lump in your throat and met his gaze. “You're not broken.”

But it was evident he didn't believe your words.

“And it is not fair that you get to make my decisions for me,” you said, pulling his hand away from your face. “You could have told me all of this, Astarion. We used to have sincere conversations before. What changed?”

He looked away, and you could feel the vulnerability creep into his features.

“Everything.”

You placed a hand to the side of his face, wanting him to meet your gaze once again.

He resisted at first, but eventually succumbed, soft eyes meeting yours.

“Do you regret not going through with the ritual?”

He winced under your touch as if you'd just burnt him.

“A few days ago… that conversation in the cell…”

Astarion didn't look willing to pursue this matter at all.

You inwardly cursed at yourself.

Fuck… you've pushed it.

“Do I wonder what it would be like? Yes – can you blame me for it? To live again without being reduced to a vampire spawn? To tread the lands freely and with so much power that no one would dare cross me?” He paused abruptly as if snapping out of a dream, eyes narrowing at you. “This Wish spell nonsense is dragging, and I feel my chances are slimming with each passing day. We take one step forward and two steps back.”

You felt for him. You truly did.

It seemed that the odds were ever against you, but you also had faith in Gale and your own abilities.

“We'll figure it out. I promise.”

He scoffed. “Do not make promises you can't keep.”

His face looked sour and it pained you.

“You're still the same man I…” fell for…

But you let the final words die in your mouth, not wanting to take it too far.

He stared expectantly at you and, in that moment, you were sure that feeling had never truly left.

You were still foolishly in love with him.

And the confirmation that it could be perhaps reciprocal to an extent was tugging at the frayed ends of your sanity. 

“You could have anyone you desire,” he said, with a slight hint of pity in his voice. “From artisans to noblemen – they would all crawl for you.”

It was tempting to accept his praise, but it frustrated you that it felt like he was merely deflecting.

And the trace of pity truly gnawed at your nerves. Why did he pity you? For still having feelings for him? 

You snorted. “Well, they're not you.”

Hurling his own words at him had him pressing his lips together.

“I don't know if I can give you anything real. I simply don't know how…”

You caressed his cool cheek. “We can start by rebuilding our friendship.”

He leaned into your touch. “I rather like the sound of that.”

You offered him a reassuring smile.

To be honest, you were more than perfectly fine with that prospect. 

Even if a part of you craved more than a friendship, you were also aware that some wounds took longer to heal.

His wounds.

Your wounds.

And the ones you shared together.

So long as he didn't push you away with no solid reason, you would be fine.

And so would he.

Then you came to the conclusion that…

He didn't need her.

He didn't need Ava at all.

You were there for him.

There was no need for him to meddle with strangers when he had you as a friend.

“You don't need her.” 

His eyes widened slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You don't have to resort to her for intimacy,” you said carefully, waiting for his approval. “I can help, if you so wish, of course.”

Much to your dismay, he scowled rather deeply.

“I have already stolen too much from you.”

You shook your head, gripping the lace near your collarbone, tugging gently. “You cannot steal that which is freely given.”

And you meant every word.

You then gripped the string of your robe. “May I remove this?”

He silently nodded.

As you undid it, the silk fabric began to slide down your arms, leaving you to stand only in your nightdress.

His eyes dropped from your face and roamed along your frame.

He took a few steps in your direction until he was standing close enough that you could feel the coldness of his skin.

“You don't have to do this.” he said.

You gave him a reassuring nod. “We can stop if you don't feel comfortable.” 

His eyes found yours. “Can I look at you? Bare?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Slowly, you unravelled the first lace at the front of your nightdress.

Suddenly, Astarion's hand gripped yours as you moved to the next one further down.

You took a deep breath, fearing you had overdone it.

That he would stop you.

Only… he didn't.

Instead, he picked the string in between his fingers, giving it a tug until it came undone.

His eyes never left yours and you felt shivers prickling at your skin, as he exposed more and more of your skin.

You felt another tug and the fabric loosened.

“I do wonder…”

Another one.

You bit down on your lower lip, holding his unwavering gaze.

And another one.

Your chest heaved more rapidly as your heart hammered in your ears.

This time, his eyes dropped as he worked on the last strings.

“... do friends do this?”

A chill ran down your back as it dawned on you that there was a contrast to this.

Just a few hours ago, he had been tying the very same laces to preserve your modesty in a moment of vulnerability.

But now, you had been the one to initiate it, and he had undone each of them until your front was fully open.

“It depends…” your voice was but a whisper.

He pushed the fabric aside just enough to expose a hardening nipple.

“On what?”

You couldn't bring yourself to provide a decent reply as you felt his thumb ghost the underside of your breast.

Then he flicked the sleeve from your shoulder, until it draped down your arm.

“Are we really just meant to be friends?”

Heat rushed to your face at his bluntness and you looked at him dazedly as if drunk on his words.

“Is that why I plague your dreams at night and your thoughts during the day?”

Astarion had a gift for words and he could almost make it seem like he could easily make love by using them, if he so desired.

Or completely make you crumble under the weight of his words.

You couldn't bring yourself to answer any of his questions, as you felt the burden of the truth weigh down on you.

“You are beautiful.”

His sincere praise almost drew a gasp from you.

You had the other sleeve sliding down as well, until the nightdress slipped along your body, pooling at your feet.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you were standing fully naked in front of him.

There was familiarity in it, but that wasn't what had your heart fluttering.

It was how he silently glared at you as if awestruck.

“So very beautiful…”

This time, his words of praise made you feel too self-aware and far more exposed than simply being naked.

Reflexively, you brought your hands to cover your bare chest.

You had always felt undeserving of his attention. 

Astarion was what some might call the epitome of physical harmony.

His body was a work of art and his beauty unmatched.

“You don't ever have to hide from me,” he said softly, taking one hand in his. “Come here.”

He slowly guided you towards the window, the full moon up high casting its pale glow down on you.

“Look at the window.”

You did so, watching your lonely and washed out reflection show up on the clear glass.

Fleetingly, you wished you could see him, too, as he came to stand behind you, placing both hands on your shoulders.

But there was no one there but you.

You stood alone, but felt his presence all the same.

“You are a sight to behold,” he said in a whisper, his lips close to your ear. “Do not ever doubt it.”

“So are you…”

He chuckled, placing one finger under your chin, and tilting your head towards him.

You suddenly felt your knees buckle under you as his lips ghosted over yours.

“May I kiss you?”

Oh.

That startled you and your eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

His brows furrowed lightly. “We don't have to, of course.”

You wanted to.

More than anything.

But this wasn't just about you.

“Maybe we should take it slow?” you suggested, the coldness of his lips nearly touching yours.

He drew back slightly.

“Is that what you want?”

“Maybe it's what you need.”

He hesitated at first. “I think… I need this.”

Doubt flared inside you like a wildfire. On one hand, you feared he was rushing things once again.

On the other, he seemed rather at ease with the prospect of going further.

So maybe…

“You need to let me know if it's too much.”

He inched closer once more. “I will.”

Your heart clenched hard before rapidly doubling its pace. 

You fully melted into him as he took your lips in his, keeping you still by gripping your chin lightly in between his fingers.

This kiss was familiar.

It was measured and controlled.

This one felt and tasted like… home.

It was reminiscent of the last kisses you had shared before Moonrise Towers. When both of you had gotten so comfortable with each other, it felt like second nature to be so intimate.

This wasn't driven by lust like the one you shared at The Blushing Mermaid only a few days prior.

It was driven by yearning.

Longing.

He pressed down on your chin with his thumb, parting your lips for his tongue to slip through, and your eyes quickly fluttered shut.

How you had missed this… tasting him as he completely overtook your senses.

His cold touch set your skin alight and you had to grip the hardwood shutter by the window to keep yourself from melting away.

You broke from him to let out a soft gasp when he pressed himself against you, his growing erection nudging at your lower back.

As touch starved as you were, you still held back, not wanting to overstep any lines.

He trailed his tongue along your lower lip, and you slowly turned to fully face him, cradling his face in your hands never parting from him.

The kiss morphed into something more urgent and primal, as if he had waited an eternity for this moment.

Your body was now fully flushed against him, and you heard the faintest growl emerge from his throat when you pressed into his bulge.

He suddenly broke the kiss, causing your eyes to fly open.

“Too much?” 

“Yes.”

Astarion slowly tore himself away from you body, his face tense and his eyes avoiding yours.

For a split second you felt panic take over your mind at the fear of having hurt him.

“Astarion…”

But he quickly straightened himself, offering a reassuring smile.

It felt genuine and you allowed yourself to relax.

“Are you well?”

His face seemed blank for a moment. “Of course.”

Your heart dropped at the realisation that his words, once again, did not match his body language.

“Maybe we rushed it…”

As if your voice had snapped him out of a trance, his eyes finally met yours. “It's hard not to do so with you.”

The impending sense that he was trying to compensate with words began to loom over you.

He swiftly circled you and moved back to help you slip into your robe, careful fingers tying it snugly around you, yet you felt more exposed than ever.

“Astarion, I didn't mean for-”

He pressed his forefinger to your lips. “I was the one who got carried away. Do not take the blame for that. Please.”

You felt relief slowly settle deep within you.

Astarion's words did match his body language this time.

You then heaved a big sigh as he dropped his hand.

“Do you wish for me to stay? We can talk about it…”

He closed the space between the two of you and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Not tonight.”

You nodded understandingly, enjoying the tenderness.

“Will you still seek out Ava?”

He pulled away to meet your gaze. “I might indulge in some of her words of wisdom, yes.”

“And will you still give her your blood?”

“I believe so.”

You felt the beginnings of a frown settle on your face. “You don't have to…” … not anymore .

“You also don't have to give me yours, yet you willingly do so,” he said, arching an eyebrow. “As do I.”

“But it's different with us… I can easily withdraw my consent.”

“Correct.”

You hesitated for a moment. “I just worry that she might take it too far…”

A genuine smile of amusement tugged at his lips. “Ava is not someone you should worry about.”

Well, it was easier said than done.

There was still an unsettling feeling about her brewing within you. You couldn't quite place your finger on what it was, but it was still there…

“If she tries anything to hurt you-” 

He immediately cut you off. “Oh, I am quite sure you would bestow upon her a curse so great that historians all over Faerûn would rush to document such an event in their books.”

Your outer shell of toughness cracked open and you chuckled. 

“I would hope they do that.”

“A cautionary tale, if you will,” he nodded with a sly grin.

“And I will gladly do that to her should the situation call for it.”

It wasn't an empty threat. 

He nodded. “I don't expect anything less from you, darling.”

You stared at each other in silence for what felt like an eternity. 

It felt… comfortable.

Your heart felt full from finally having had a heartfelt conversation that was long overdue.

There were still edges to polish and fears to keep at bay, but, for now, it felt enough.

“Have a good night, Astarion.” you offered a sweet smile.

He returned it. “Dream of me – well, the satisfying kind, I hope.”

“So do I.”

“And if not, you know where to find me."

His words of comfort wrapped around you like the warmest blanket.

You nodded, snatching your nightdress from the floor to exit his room.

With a final glance over your shoulder, you found that his smile had wavered ever so slightly, and did your best not to overthink it.

And as the door to his room clicked shut, you shook your head and held it up high, determination setting in your mind.

You were going to talk to Ava.

TBC

[bladiegfs]

kiss it better

➵ drabbles of them being jealous and, well... having to kiss it better (ft. blade, kafka, jing yuan, fu xuan)

➵ warning(s) applicable: possessiveness and suggestive on kafka's portion

➵ wc: 1.8k

➵ your lover can be such a bad liar, sometimes.

➵ ... (touches ground) something happened here. also i cannot believe i have yet to see fu xuan x reader floating around. she's my tootsit

If not giving a fuck was a game, Blade would instantly lose. He’s the type to snap his full attention to whoever gets the idea of flirting with you, mouth pressed in a thin line and his eyes narrowed.

He already speaks in a cold tone most of the time— but now, there’s restrained anger lying in his voice. He doesn’t hesitate to tell them off until the person finally leaves you alone. He’s not one to publicly display his affection toward you, not the type to wrap an arm around you or declare you as his lover. What he does, however, is throw around disgruntled comments to shoo away those that wanted to pursue you. And even then, he’ll insist he definitely wasn’t jealous, all while he’s nearly fuming.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Blade shakes his head, leaning against the wall. He stood beside the vending machine oh-so-casually, as if he wasn’t a wanted criminal in the streets you loiter in. You take a sip from the can of soda and after a satisfied ‘ah’, you raise your eyebrows in skepticism. “Really?” Blade crosses his arms and replies, “Really.” “Really sure?” “Yes.” “Totally, a hundred percent sure?” At this point, Blade rolls his eyes and breathes out in exasperation. “Yes–” he suddenly grabs your can. “–And enough of that. You’ve had three of those the past two hours.” “You were keeping track?” You say as you try to snatch your drink from Blade’s hands, only for him to childishly extend his hand in another direction, away from your hand. “This can was bought for you by that thing a while ago, remember?” You stifle a laugh at the spite loaded in the word ‘thing.’ You tease, “So you were keeping track.” He doesn’t reply as you two move through the street and journey toward the designated alley that Silver Wolf uses as a teleporter. Blade keeps the soda away from you and you keep on reaching for it, moving from one side to another— then, you grab his arm, ready to seize the can, when he simply lowers his hand and gulps all the remaining contents in one go. He crushes the empty can in his hand and mindlessly tosses it to the side as you turn into the empty alley. You complain as you watch the crushed can clatter onto the street. “Wha– excuse me, that was mine!” He belches in response, then pauses to savor the taste, only for his expression to turn into one of displeasure. Right as you were about to complain even more, he grabs your wrist, catching you off-guard and making you stumble right into his body.  Another complaint was about to make itself out of your mouth when Blade cups your face and pulls you in for a kiss. You could still taste some of the soda left on his lips. He pulls away and licks his lips as he looks at you. Then, he comments, “That drink doesn’t even taste all that good.”

Kafka was not afraid to let people know you were unavailable. Sure, she does try to keep it on the down low— being romantically involved with a Stellaron Hunter was not, by any means, safe. People could use you as a bargaining chip, maybe even worse.

But ‘try’ is the keyword. Kafka is not one to shy away from threats or from being passive-aggressive when others try to push the limits of what seems to be friendly conversation. She’d sling an arm around you, call you all sorts of pet names, and even whisper some sweet things to your ear, making your heart race. And later, when she gets you all alone, you know that she’d also… remind you of who’s the only one who can easily get you bothered with a few words. After all, they’re nothing compared to her, right?

You’re pressed against the bed as she traces a finger down your chest. She smiles as you look at her with an expression that spelled shame. Then, finally, she gives you a kiss. She tilts her head to deepen it, and you groan as her hand makes its way to your throat, lightly gripping the column of your skin. When she pulls away, her lipstick is smudged. She looks beautiful nevertheless, you think. “You’re staring a little too hard, [name].” “Sorry…?” She nods, “Mhm, you should be sorry. You should be sorry you look so good that everyone wants a piece of you.” Embarrassment rushes to your stomach at quick speeds. You try to stammer out a reply, but Kafka only chuckles and says, “No matter. Because this pretty thing–” her thumb swipes across your bottom lip, cleaning the lipstick she had transferred onto you. “–is mine.” And she goes back in for another kiss, hands wandering as she does. She seemed to know all the right buttons to press, you think as her lips wander lower and lower. Kafka kisses a particularly sensitive spot, marking you as she goes. You jolt as you stammer out, “Ka– ah– Kafka…” You quickly grew conscious of the volume of your voice. You put a hand to your mouth, only for Kafka to grab ahold of your wrist.She smiles, and you know it spelled trouble for you. “Ah, ah. Let’s remind them who you belong to, hm?”

Jing Yuan wasn’t the type to be easily jealous— in fact, he’s very laid back. He thinks others are fools for trying to flirt with you, even. He found that it was nothing to worry about; he knew for sure that you love him and only him. There were times when you’d tell him about corny pick-up lines that others use on you, you two would poke fun at it and laugh about it together.

However, when push comes to shove and a really pushy person tries their hand at flirting with you with some implications behind it, he puts on airs of intimidation. He looks down at the stubborn person stupid enough to flirt with his lover right before his eyes. Then, when it’s just the two of you, he’s back to his usual self: mushy, loving, and sweet… except a little clingy.

“What’s gotten into you?” You tilt your head as Jing Yuan refuses to lift his head from your lap. The situation was strange to you. Here you were in Jing Yuan’s office, sitting down. …And your lover was on your lap, feigning being asleep, not moving a muscle— not even when his dear retainer suddenly barged in mere moments ago, talking and talking uninterrupted until the boy huffs, “General, I know you’re awake, don’t ignore me…!” When Jing Yuan still remains unbothered as he rests on your lap, Yangqing’s shoulders sag and he turns around, slamming the door behind him. You click your tongue— not at Yanqing, but at Jing Yuan. “Give it up. We both know you’re awake.” Jing Yuan remains unresponsive and all you could do is sigh. That is, until he takes your hand and places it on his chest, mumbling, “Let me stay here a little longer. Tired.” Tired...? After that afternoon nap you just took merely two hours ago? You thought. You narrow your eyes— then, realization struck you like lightning. “Were you… jealous a while ago?” Silence greets you, accompanied by him gripping your hand tighter. An amused smile only spreads across your face. You say, “I see.” He still refuses to answer or move. That is, until your fingers card through his bangs, pushing them back, and he opens his eyes. You take your hand away from his chest and move it up to touch his cheek as you lean down and give him a quick peck. When you pull away, a small smile is on his lips. You ask, “Better?” “Maybe a little more…” Jing Yuan says, beckoning you closer, his hand on the back of your neck.

Fu Xuan does not ever feel jealous.

That’s what she claims, anyway. She says that jealousy wasn’t what she felt when someone was getting a tad bit too friendly with you— it was just annoyance. Pure, unbridled annoyance. Maybe even irritation if we push it. She mutters something about having decorum, that to flirt in the presence of others was not polite, so and so.

But the way she glares at the person narrowly beats the glare she sends in Jing Yuan’s direction; to be someone that Fu Xuan glares at harder than she does at the Loufu General… well, it was a rare honor of some kind. She turns away from the person and mutters all sorts of comments under her breath as she works.

“You alright, love?” You ask, sitting up in bed and watching Fu Xuan undo her hair by the vanity in the room you two share. “You look really…” “Really what?” She challenges, her hairpin loudly clattering as she puts it down the table. “…Really upset.” Fu Xuan looks at you through your reflection in the mirror. “Nonsense. I’m not upset, I’m simply extremely tired.” “…You’re frowning.” You two look at each other for a moment. Then, Fu Xuan sighs and pulls her other hairpin off her hair. She says, “If you really must know… I saw something unsightly today.” Oh. Her field of work subjected her to all sorts of visions that ranged from victory in battles to something completely unpleasant. Worried, you ask, “You divinated something bad?” She shakes her head, “No, no. Fret not. It doesn’t spell misfortune or anything of the sort. It’s not a prediction; it was something occurring in the present as I saw it. And it’s nothing that could cause particular concern. The sight was merely… Er, it was most impolite, to say the least. The complete absence of manners.” You racked your head for something that Fu Xuan mentioned earlier in the day, then… bingo. Blinking, you ask, “Is this about the one who asked me if I was…” The way Fu Xuan’s expression curls into something ugly told you everything you needed to know. She quickly looks away from you, focusing back on removing the clips on her hair. You stand up from the bed and walk towards Fu Xuan. You wrap your arms around her shoulders from behind and she cranes her head up to look at you. “[Name], what are  you…” Her words trail off as you bend down to kiss her. You quickly pull away, realizing how uncomfortable the position must be for her— and when you do, you’re greeted by the sight of her flushed face. “Don’t worry… I’m only yours, alright?” You gently say, looking at her reflection in the mirror, rubbing circles on her shoulders with your thumbs. “You’re…” “I’m…?” “Unbelievable.” Fu Xuan reddens even further. Then, she turns to look at you and says, “Kiss me again.”

[ave09]

marriage

indiana jones x reader

“indy?”

“doll?”

“where do you draw the line when it comes to grading?” the man glanced up at you, pushing his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose, “what do you mean?” 

you slid the test you were grading across the table, “her answer is correct technically speaking, but he added a lot of unnecessary information that i had to pick the paragraph apart to find the right answer.” 

his hazel eyes skimmed the overly large paragraph, chuckling, “mark it as wrong.” you arched your brows in surprise, “really?” indiana nodded, “she’s adding in the extra information in order to try and score points with me, i’ve seen it too many times before.” 

“but won’t marking it wrong benefit her? this is worth ten points, marking this wrong will bring her to an F. therefore, you will have you will have to meet with her after class, giving her exactly what she wants, which is alone time with her attractive professor.” 

indiana stared blankly for a moment. he knew you were right. and yet, his answer remained the same, “mark it wrong.” 

you complied, using a red pen to mark an ‘x’ over the question. “well, don’t complain to me when she starts writing ‘love you’ across her eyelids.” 

suddenly, indiana rose from his seat abruptly, “maybe it’s time to show them that i already have a lovely lady.” 

“they know, i’ve been to your class before, indiana.” 

“no no, i mean like officially. show ‘em that i’m off the market completely.” you furrowed your brows, “indy, i’m not following.” the man rushed out of the room, toward the kitchen. you rose to follow him, only to hear, “don’t move!” 

so you remained seated. you heard a rummaging sound, then a clang. your gut told you to go see what was going on, but you remained compliant to indiana’s orders. 

he reentered the room, “okay,” he exhaled deeply, “i was gonna plan this out, make it nice and all, but i am known to be spontaneous..” 

then he dropped to one knee. your eyes widened as he revealed a small velvet box. you couldn’t believe it. 

“beautiful, we’ve been through a whole hell of a lot. from wild adventures, to almost dying, you’ve stuck with me through it all. and i’ll be honest, i never saw myself as the type of guy to settle down, but, then i met you.”

tears stung your eyes.

“you make me better, you make my life better. you’re the light in the darkness and i love you so much.”

he opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. 

“will you do me and the honor, and become mrs. jones.” 

you smiled tearfully, nodding rapidly, “of course i will, indy.” he grinned widely, “i had a feeling you’d say yes.” indiana then rose to his full height, you stood as well, approaching him. the man gently reached for your left hand, sliding the band onto your ring finger.

you couldn’t believe it! you were getting married!

“y’know, i think this calls for a celebration.” 

“celebration?” you were thinking he met breaking out the wine, or even heading to the bedroom. but instead, indiana moseyed toward the stereo, clicking it on.

 ‘cheek to cheek’ by fred astaire began playing. 

indiana turned around, extending a hand toward you, “dance with me?” 

“of course.” you replied, taking his hand. you two danced around your dining room, completely forgetting about the pile of papers that needed to be graded.

indiana began singing along in a low voice, “when we’re off together dancing cheek to cheek.” it was always a surprise to hear him

sing. it was one of the man’s many hidden talents, and you were the only one he’d ever sing for. 

he then spun you around, before pulling you close to him. 

“i love you.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

“i know.” you replied, only to have him

jerk back, “ i know? that’s all i get? i know?” you let out a loud laugh, “i love you too, indy. more than anything.” you then pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

— — —

the next morning, indiana jones walked to his classroom with an unexplained pep in his step.  the students exchanged confused looks, the professors were curious.

the man stepped into his classroom, clapping his hands as he grinned at the students, “good morning class!”

“good morning, doctor jones.” they replied. one of the girls, the very one who had added all the entire information onto her test, raised her hand. 

“yes, miss fisher?”

“you seem very happy this morning, doctor jones, has something happened?” the man’s smile somehow grew bigger as he thought back to the events of the night before.

“something has happened, miss fisher, and i’ve been waiting all morning to tell you-i’m getting married.” 

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Leave The Past Behind | Park Seonghwa

-> Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

-> Request: No. I just watched Hotel Del Luna and finished Goblin a few weeks ago. I got inspired. I thought about making this a series but I'm not sure yet. Let me know if you want more.

-> Synopsis: Y/N encounters her past love again.

-> Warnings: Supernatural element. Mentions of past lives. An old lady deity.

-> Word Count: 754

-> Requests: Open.

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Y/N stands on the corner of street adorned with cherry blossom trees. The air is filled with a sweet, floral scent, her favourite scent. As she stands there, a gentle breeze stirs, causing the petals to dance and twirl in the air before gracefully descending to the ground. With a smile, she extends her hand and manages to catch one of the petals. Just as the petal brushes her skin a sudden gust of wind sweeps through, snatching the petal away from her. 

As the petal floats further away from her, Y/N’s attention is drawn to a figure approaching from the distance. Her smile fades as he recognizes him. He’s a familiar face that she had once held dear. 

As he walks pass her, he bows his head slightly, a warm smile on his handsome face, in greeting, before continuing on his way to wherever he’s heading. As she watches him walk further away, her face remains stoic, her emotions hidden behind a mask of indifference. But deep in her eyes, a flicker of hurt and longing can be seen. Her heart aches, burdened from the curse that had been placed on her as images of their past encounters flash through her mind, until it settles on one memory. It’s a memory from centuries ago. 

“You shouldn’t be with a commoner,” his voice rings loud, as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, before cupping her cheek. “A noble woman like you should be with a man of her status.” 

“But I don’t want a man of nobility,” she tells him, turning her head and places a soft kiss on his palm. “I want the man who holds my heart. The man standing in front of me right now. The man I love more than life itself. I only want you. I only need you.” 

Shaking her head, pushing away all the mixed emotions, she continues her walk back to her apartment only to step back in surprised when she finds the old lady who has been a pain in her side since her first life centuries ago.  

 "Aish," she says under her breath, frowning at the deity disguised as a sweet little old lady. She was anything but. 

 "Avoiding him isn't going to break your curse," The old woman smiles. The smile doesn't match the overly friendly tone of her voice.  

 "I'm beginning to think you don't know how to break it," the younger woman says, glaring into her soul. “That I was just some experiment to you.”  

"You must confront it," the old woman advises. "Confront your sins, leave the past behind you, and begin anew. Do not flee this time. It’s really that simple. I was so sure you’d have it figured out and broken by your third life." 

"I-" 

 "Excuse me."  

 A voice from behind Y/N interrupts her and causes the old woman to disappear with a smirk. She swears under her breath before turning to face the person. Her heart skips a beat seeing him, the man she has loved and lost many times standing before her.  

"I found this back there," he says holding up her wallet and pointing down the street in the direction he’d been walking in.  

Her eyes grow wide, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she frantically searches her bag for her wallet, which she was certain was safely tucked away. 

"I... I must have dropped it," she stutters, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude towards him. The relief quickly fades as she realizes that this was the work of the deity, fuelling a hidden anger within her.  

He smiles warmly, handing her the wallet. "I checked the ID and recognized you. I'm glad I caught you so I could return it to you instead of taking it to the police station."  

"I can't believe I didn't realize it was missing."  

He shrugs, his eyes filled with empathy. "It happens to the best of us."

She nods, "You're right. Thank you..."  

"Park Seonghwa," he introduces himself, bowing slightly and extending his hand to her.  

"Thank you, Park Seonghwa," she expresses her gratitude with a kind smile, shaking his hand.  

"I don't usually do this, but would you like to go get a coffee?" he asks, appearing unsure and nervous. "If you're not busy... I mean, you don't have to... I don't-"  

"I would love to," she interrupts him this time, the words of the deity echoing in her mind. Confront your sins, leave the past behind you, and start anew. 

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[rinbowaman]

also omg rei im gonna need a drabble on heethan and readen at the gym!!! or just working out aaahhh I can just imagine readen doing yoga at home and heethan going crazy OR OR heethan and readen at the gym together and have some little fun in the locker rooms loll OR readen watching heethan wprk out and ALSO going crazy

oh my gosh my heart 😣😣

“Let’s Get Physical.”

Warnings: heethan gets a bit demeaning (in a sexy way)…rough smut implied, rough smut implied through dialogue, a bit perv behavior (Heethan), a little bit of tension, guys hitting/remarking on your ass at the gym, possessive heethan (obviously) ….think that’s it.

………………….

You and Heeseung decide to go to the gym where you both run into Jake and h/n.

“wanna do a group work out?” Jake asks, earning an eager nod from h/n and a glance for approval as you looked up to Heeseung. He responds by slightly nodding as he looks away and grabs onto your hand. “Yeah sure.” His voice deep and calm, like always.

Donning all black, you admired how good his arms looked. The sleeveless muscle tee fully exposes his arms and a slight bit of his shoulders, they paired nicely with the long workout pants that remained straight and loose. Of course, he wouldn't be Heeseung if he didn't have on his trusty black cap with the elongated strands of black hair tapering the back of his neck. You watched as his defined muscles flex each time he lifted and performed each exercise. He was literally, perfection. Snapping back yo your senses, you shook off the image of your man and ask h/n what exercise she wanted to start off with.

“Let's do squats. I need to work on my booty.”

Chuckling, you agreed. You both lay out the yoga mats and started off with some light stretching and little did you know, you were collecting a book of admiring looks yourself; looks that ranged from lust, yearning, to enhanced obsession and sexual rage.

Jake takes notice on the gawking stare his friend shoots your way, yet you were completely unaware. Such a shame. Considering if you had taken notice of the dagger eyes pinned to your form, you may have saved yourself and decreased the rage. Really, he would have calmed down with a small kiss or some affection, but the continuous motion of your movements with each exercise, remaining blind to his heavy breathing and the build up in his groin from staring at you, all made your oncoming fate a brutal one.

Your black leggings were thin and painted your curves, you had no idea just how alluring you had appeared. He went back and forth, shooting death stares at the other gym goers as they take notice and enjoyed the view of what belonged to him, to dispelling a look of desiring affection whenever his eyes returned back to his darling, Heeseung became conflicted with violent rage and passionate emotion. Your white, subtle cropped tank displayed just a hint of cleavage and mid drift; your hair tied up in a messy ponytail, draping down the center of your back, good grief...was he going to make it?

"Hey...Heeseung....you good?"

"Hm?....oh....yeah...."

Watching as you bend at the knees, he hears your subtle laughter as you and H/n face one another and playfully joke around as you both remained focus in perfecting the squatting form.

"Straight back, and bend at the knees." you softly tell h/n, who had struggled after the second set and took on a sloppy form once the fatigue set in.

"Oh my gosh...lets move on to something else now, my legs are burning." she releases out with heavy breaths, wiping the slight bit of sweat from her hairline. You nod once more and asked her which exercise she wanted to move onto.

"Lets do some more stretching. I feel stiff."

Getting back down on the yoga mats, you both conducted a myriad of stretching positions, some of which suggestively displayed your ability in being outrageously flexible.

"What the-" Heeseung pants out as he takes in the sight of your leg, fully extended with foot hovering above your head as you bend towards the opposite side. He never knew you could do that...fact.....he never knew just how 'bendable' you really could get.

"Otherside, h/n." you softly state as you reach up and conducted the same stretch towards the opposite end.

"Oh my fucking....."

His breath caught in an abrupt pause as he nearly drops the weight in hand. Fortunately, his trusting partner was there to catch hold of the barbell as he eases it out of Heeseung's grip and places it back to the rack. "Whoa! Be careful man, you almost dropped this on your foot." Jake turns around and pats his friend on the back shoulder. "I know man...I know...just try to focus on the exercise."

Heeseung breaks his visual contact for a second and looks over to Jake, before overhearing a couple of males from the side, both remarking your image.

.........

"Wow dude check that out...sexy."

"Nice ass..."

With his eyes losing softness, Heeseung shifts his head over shoulder before walking over to you. Remaining on the floor, you performed the next stretch in the planking position, watching as his shoes suddenly appear before your face. "Oh, hi babe. Did you want to stretch with us?" you look up and smile, taking notice of his intimidating stance of standing straight, hovering above your head with his arms crossed, glaring beneath heavy lids as he shakes his head softly while staring into your eyes.

"No baby....just making sure you're good. Keep doing your stretches." his voice was the opposite of his physical appeal as he gently calms and reassures you that he merely was standing by for our safety. Smirking, he gives you a soft chuckle with his eyes faintly softening, before stabbing back up to the two males, causing them to retract their stares and comments, migrating elsewhere.

Two minutes in, the timer goes off and you release your position to rest. Propping yourself on your hands and knees, you slowly come to a high kneeling position, when his hand suddenly is presented. You look up and see the tranquil expression on his face as he gives a slight nod, indicating for you to take hold, allowing him to help pull you up. You gently grab on, and feel the force of rush as he pulls your body effortlessly, nearly levitating your entire body as your weight is suddenly lifted. Gasping, your gasping moan triggered him to, once again, become riled with sexual rage as he takes in the tone of your voice that beautifully matches your visual appeal.

He pulls you up and in to his chest, cradling you within his lean, muscular arms. Embracing you, he lets your back, his palm smoothing the pony tail that trails downward to your delicate rear end. Smoothing the surface of his palm further, he gives a popping smack against your cheek upon feeling the roundness of your derrière.

“Ah! Heeseung!”

you yelped out in shock upon feeling the sting on your rear end, he had never done that before, in fact, he had always made an effort to explain that he never would treat you as cattle. Slapping a woman’s rear end was only something he could see happening to one that deserved to be treated like livestock, which would never be you. At least, that is what he’s always told you.

“why?…” you looked at him rather confused while rubbing out the sting as tactfully as you could. He didn’t respond, only looked down at you under heavy lids and a rather hungry yet emotionless expression in his face. It was as if head tired and starving at the same time.

Forcefully removing your hand away, he reaches over and, while detaining your wrist behind the lower part of your back, he emits another popping smack, and another….and another.

“what are you doing?!” You harshly whispered out, doing your best to avoid making a scene, yet desperately tried to break free from his pinned grasp. “Why are you doing this? I thought you said only girls who deserved to be hit there were ones that should be treated like a cow.”

with a sly smirk, he scoffs a close-mouthed chuckle. “That right? Did I say that?” his tone was flaring the obvious attempt at playing dubious to your statement. You rolled your eyes before shooting your stare right back, “Yes and you know it. You’ve said it so many times.”

“hmm…maybe I forgot because you wearing this outfit is kinda of affecting my long term memory.”

“you said it just last week when we watched that movie with that scene of the guy smacking that girls butt, remember?”

“You’re also affecting my short term memory.”

“Heeseung…..”

“and you wanna know what else, pretty baby?”

You gulped upon seeing the darkness of a shadow glare take over, with a sadistic and psychotic smile accompanying it.

“I need to get my workout in, so let’s go home and do just that….work it out.”

your breathing hitches. “But….I’m fine to do my workout here…Ethan.”

Upon speaking back, Ethan smacks the same spot that was already tender from the previous pops his Heeseung side admitted. Only this time, he grabs hold and doesn’t let go upon forcing the jiggle. “Talking back? That’s an extra lap you owe me.”

……………………..

“oh hey, y/n!”

turning around, you watch as h/n runs to catch up as you weee about to enter the classroom.

“what happened yesterday at the gym? When I got back from putting the mats away, Jake said you left with Ethan.”

You winced upon hearing Ethan’s name, the flashback of what occurred in his bedroom yesterday all came to mind…

……

“fuck! ass up pretty.”

“you’re so flexible, why didn’t tell me this sooner?”

“bend this way.”

“raise it up higher.”

“how far can your leg go? Let’s check.”

“Oh fuuuuuck….I can see my dick poking through at this angle. Fuck why does that turn me on so much?”

“Fucking breed with me, you beautiful and nasty little thing.”

“you just had to look sexy at the gym, didn’t you? Fucking nod your head! Don’t deny it.”

“had to get all those guys looking at what’s mine, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”

“who likes to milk daddy’s dick? Yyyyyyyyyy/nnnnnnn.”

“bend your leg further, I wanna watch it go in.”

“screaming are we? Good…keep it up, I’m loving it.”

“too good? Too much? No more? Heh….yeah right, get over here.”

“yeah, bet you can feel it deeper like this, don’t you?”

“Ready for round 6? That’s my favorite number, you know.”

…….

You shake off the thoughts and recovered quickly to maintain composure and to prevent unnecessary questions. “Uh yeah…sorry, I had a stomach ache and had to leave. I promise we’ll go again and do a thorough workout.”

taking your seat, you hissed the moment your rear touched the seat, stirring a confused and concerned look from h/n. “Are you sore from those squats? Me too, but it seems you’re more tender. You did a lot more than me, so I guess that’s why.”

“yeah….that must be why…” you begrudgingly responded, mentally recalling yesterdays events after Ethan took you away from the gym.

before the professor began his lecture, your phone dings, indicating a message. It was from Heeseung…

confused, you barely finished reading when the professor announced your name aloud. “Oh, y/n. I got your letter, you are excused for the day to attend your physical.”

your lips part in confusion and shock when your phone dings once more.

Looking out the window, you take note of Heeseung’s car parked across the lawn, windshield facing your seat dead on.

“Did….did he?”

*ding*

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[kardemuum]

After hours

A story about how Eddie and Y/n, and how they break into the Hawkins community pool. Swearing, sexual, flirty. (Eddie x Y/n, No use of Y/N. Eddie x Reader.)

Eddie fumbled with the keys as he took them out of the ignition, his car stod secretly behind a tree near the community pool. He had his sweetheart with him, he wanted to impress her by being a little reckless and bold. 

With a sly grin, Eddie glanced at his companion, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice low with excitement. Eddie leaped out of the driver's seat of his van with a burst of energy, landing firmly on the ground beside the vehicle. He runs to the other side of the car. With a grin, he extended his hand, gesturing towards the side of the van. "My lady," he said playfully, as she followed suit and stepped out of the van, inviting her to join him with a casual yet chivalrous tone.

“Oh, why thank you, good sir!” She responds playfully, she takes his hand delicately while carefully lifting her legs graciously out of the van.  

As Eddie and the girl get closer to the metal fence a thrill of anticipation comes coursing through their veins. 

Eddie knew he had to make an impression, to show off his rebellious side in a way that would leave his companion in awe. Suddenly they were right in front of the fence, Eddie looked at her for a second and smiled.

With a swift motion, he hoisted himself over the barrier, landing with a soft thud on the other side. He turned to his partner, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief. She starts climbing but gets stuck on the sharp fence. 

"Eddie!" she whispers urgently, a hint of panic in her voice as she struggles to free herself.

Eddie sees her struggle, “Hold on,” he says. Her shirt catches on the fence riding up slightly, and he gets a view of her stomach and her bikini hiding underneath. With gentle determination and focus, he moves closer, his finger delicately tracing the fabric to free her. His hand graced her skin under her breasts. He can feel a flush of heat rising to his cheeks. At that moment, he becomes acutely aware of her presence, the scent of her hair, and the softness of her skin under his touch. His breath catches in his throat, and he struggles to find the right words, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions.

When she’s freed from the fence, she jumps down, and together, they creep towards the edge of the pool, the water shimmering invitingly in the moonlight. Eddie couldn't resist the urge to show off a little more. He grabbed his shirt at the hem and dragged it over his head, his tattoos decorating his toned body. He threw the shirt on a sun chair behind him. He grinned and walked slowly towards the pool and with a dramatic flourish, he dove into the pool. As he surfaced, he looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. "Come on in," he called, his voice playful. "The water's perfect." Feeling his curls sticking to his face, he ducked down again, running his hand through his hair to push it back and away from his face. As he straightened up, his locks now slicked back, he flashed a confident grin, his features framed by the sleekness of his hair. 

The girl pondered, "How can I leave a lasting impression on him? How can I push him over the edge?". With deliberation, she began to remove her garments, his gaze never wavering from her figure. In his mind, he marveled, "Shit, she’s hot." His legs felt weighed down as he trudged forward, his jeans clinging to him, drenched and dragging him down with their weight.

She settled herself at the edge of the pool and gracefully lowered herself into the water. Eddie's gaze remained fixed on her as she glided towards him, inching closer until they were mere inches apart. His gaze lingered on her chapped lips before meeting her eyes. Without hesitation, he reached out, gently grasping her waist, and leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly kissed him back, and he slid both his hands to the sides of her face. Feeling the intensity of the moment, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. 

As their embrace deepened, a sudden interruption shattered the calm night. A sharp beam of light pierced through the darkness, illuminating the pool area outside the metal fence. Eddie's eyes widened as he caught sight of it in his periphery, his heart leaping with a surge of panic. Realization hits him, and he holds her tightly around the waist, and with his might, he puts her on the edge of the pool.

“Shit, shit, fuck someone’s here. We need to go,” he whispers. 

They scrambled to exit the pool. With hurried movements, they fumbled to retrieve their clothes, urgency lending speed to their actions.

In the chaos of the moment, their hearts raced with the fear of discovery, with one last glance back at the pool, they jumped into Eddie's car. Her wet clothes left a puddle on the passenger seat. "I'm sorry, Eddie," she said sheepishly, "the seat's all wet now. Do you have a towel?"

Eddie smirked. Without a word, he grabbed his shirt and tossed it to her. She caught it with a grateful smile and promptly sat on the shirt to avoid getting the seat even wetter. He shifts the van into reverse, the wheels spinning as the vehicle wobbles down the tiny hill. Once on the road, he skillfully maneuvers the van, swiftly turning it around before pressing down on the accelerator, and speeding away. He looks a little to the side, both hands still on the steering wheel, and sees her thighs dripping with water, still in her bikini.

"I wish I was my shirt sooo bad," Eddie joked, earning a laugh from the girl. She playfully hit his arm and retorted, 

"You're such an idiot." 

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

More Than 7 Minutes in Heaven - Rafe Cameron X Reader Smut

Req: rafe requests you say??👀 i saw a tiktok edit of him and the caption said “he definitely talks you through it” and now i just need a smut of rafe talking reader through an orgasm (maybe with some degrading AND praise🤤)

Part 2

Rafe x Reader Established Relationship

RAFE WAITS FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' CONSENT! also he has hair here lol. no hate to the the buzzcut, tho

Warnings: fingering, oral f! receiving, language, not proof-read lol its 1:19am i ain't got time for that shit

Summary: Your boyfriend helps you experience your first orgasm.

"Truth or Dare?" Topper asked Rafe.

"Truth." The game had been pretty tame thus far. The small circle of Kooks consisted of you, Rafe, Kelce, Top, and a couple of girls that Kelce and Topper had brought over.

"What's the hottest thing Y/N has done?" You rolled your eyes at the crude question but couldn't lie. You were interested in your boyfriend's answer. You make eye contact with him as he gives you a devilish grin. He brakes eye contact to look you up and down.

"She's pretty hot when she yells at me, so sometimes I annoy her just so she’ll do it." The comment makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment and the boys snicker.

The game continues and you zone out until true guys get up to get drink refills and leave you and the touron girls alone.

"Y/N! Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You decide to keep it simple, way too tired to participate in whatever dare she had planned.

"Is Rafe the biggest guy you've been with?" The group quiets down, awaiting your response.

"What do you mean?" The girls giggle.

"Like sexually." Your eyes widen.

"Uh..." You didn't know what to say since you and Rafe hadn't had sex... yet. "I don't really-"

"Wait." The blonde interrupted you. "You haven't had sex with him? And you've been dating for four months?" You didn't know how to respond, as you hadn't had sex with anyone. Ever.

You remain silent, far too embarrassed to even offer a reply. The girls take this as an answer.

"Holy shit." The girls laugh and the brunette one can't fathom the idea that Rafe has "held out" as long as he has.

The boys return amidst the chaos and Rafe slings his arm around you, pulling you to his side.

The game goes on for a few more rounds until your name is called again. And this time, the brunette is the source.

You are scared of what would happen by choosing truth, and so you say,

"Dare." The girl rolls her eyes.

"I dare you to pick truth." Your eyes narrow.

Topper butts in,

"That's cheating! You can't force her to pick truth." The girl rolls her eyes.

"Fine. I dare you to go play seven minutes in heaven with Rafe." Your heart stops and Rafe stands, extending his hand out for you.

"C'mon, princess." You take his hand, no longer wanting to be near the two touron girls.

Rafe leads you to a bathroom and shuts and locks the door. You are frozen in place, back to the counter of the sink. You keep your gaze on the floor, not wanting to meet Rafe's gaze.

He steps toward you, his shoes kissing yours and his hands reach out to touch your arms.

"Baby..." He's practically begging you to look at him. "Are you ok?" His right-hand reaches up to brush your cheek and you finally look at him. "You know we don't have to do anything. Whenever you're ready."

How had you gotten so lucky? Rafe Cameron, from the wealthiest family in all of the Outerbanks, someone who is known not to date, has waited for the green light from you for months. He was perfect. Standing in front of you, his concerned eyes boring into yours, ensuring his girl is ok.

All you have wanted to do these past few months has been to have sex with your boyfriend but you were terrified. The constant thoughts swimming in your head...

What if he doesn't like it?

What if I'm not good enough?

What if Rafe doesn't want me anymore?

You decided it was time to push those thoughts away. You knew, deep down, that Rafe loved you, as he had said it many times already, and that he was willing to go as slow as you needed to. He would be ready whenever you wanted to do it. And those bitchy touron girls gave you the perfect green light.

"Rafe." It's a whisper. "I wanna..." You trail off, the ending of the sentence dying in your throat, watching as he registers your words.

"Hold on..." His hand drops back to your waist and he licks his lips. Suddenly, all you can think about is kissing Rafe. And how you aren't kissing him now. "Baby, don't think you have to do this because some shitty girls think you should."

"Rafe that's not why. They just helped e realize that I've been ready for a while. I've just been scared but you've given me no reason to be. I'm ready." You take his face into your hands. "I promise."

He doesn't budge.

"Baby, this is taking all of my self-control." His grip on your waist tightens. "Are you sure?"

You pull his face down to meet yours.

"Yes."

He kisses you, finally, and all of your blood rushes down. Rafe's hands slide down your torso, picking you up and placing you on the counter. He breaks the kiss, pulling back, chuckling a bit when you attempt to follow him.

"Hold on. I wanna make this good for you." He removes his hands from your body, placing them on the surface next to you. He swallows. "I need you to be honest with me right now, princess." You flush at the nickname. "Have you ever mast-"

"Yes." The sides of his mouth quirk up. "But I've never," His eyes catch yours again. "I've never, uh, finished." He looks confused for a moment, and then...

"You've never orgasmed?" You shake your head no.

Rafe looks stunned. He breathes a sigh of shock and pushes his hands through his hair.

"Fuck, babe." There is something about the way he's speaking that sends a funny feeling to your core.

He steps back between your legs, setting his hands on your thighs. You disregard the fact that your dress has ridden up and if he looked down...

"We're gonna take it slow, ok princess?" It isn't a question, and you find it incredibly sweet, and hot, that he is taking it slow for you. "I wanna make this good for you." His hands start moving up your thighs, sending goosebumps in their wake. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers slide around the sides of your underwear. "Is this ok?" He whispers.

You nod.

Rafe's hands pull your underwear down and you watch his every move while he keeps his eyes on you, taking in every movement you make. He gently pushes your thighs apart, more so than they already are, and his forehead drops to yours.

"Tell me to stop at any fuckin' time, and I will." You nod, unable to form words, only looking at his fingers dancing across your bare skin.

The two of you watch his hand disappear under the fabric of your dress in silence.

His finger brushes you, ever-so-slightly.

"Rafe." He pulls away, eyes wide but you are quick to pull him back. "Do it again, please." You are breathless by his simple actions.

Rafe takes a deep breath before continuing. Your hands grip his arms for stabilization as he does.

“Fuck. This all for me?” You nod.

“Yes.” He laughs and his fingers slide against you. Your head falls onto his shoulder, hips rolling into his hand.

“Jeez babe, calm down, I’ve barely started.” It’s then that the asshole’s thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shockwave through you.

“Fuck, Rafe!”

He pinches your clit between his thumb and pointer finger, coaxing a moan out of you.

“Shhhhh. Don’t wanna let everyone outside know what we are doing in here do we?” You nod into his shoulder. “That’s right baby. All for me. Doing so well.”

Though you aren’t looking at him, Rafe is grinning at you. He’s noticing everything - your racing pulse from your wrist, the little breaths you take, the sounds he’s pulling out of you, and it’s driving him crazy.

Since you are so wet, for him, he reminds himself, he lowers himself to the floor below you.

“Our seven minutes are up, but I’m down to continue if you are.”

“Please.”

That’s all Rafe needs.

You watch with glossy eyes as his large hands push your dress up further. You watch as he looks at you for the first time. You watch as he grins at you like the devil.

“I lied before.”

“What?” His gaze travels down, landing on where you are waiting for him.

“This is the hottest thing you’ve ever done.”

“What is?” He grins again.

“Letting me do this.” Your response is lost in your throat as Rafe’s mouth connects with your lower body.

It’s the single best thing you’ve ever experienced. And he’s so good at it.

Your hands absentmindedly tangle into his hair, pushing his head into you more which Rafe thoroughly enjoys. His hands pull you closer to him, clearly having a good time below you.

His tongue slides into you and he groans.

“Fuck!”

The vibrations make you even wetter, which adds greatly to Rafe’s ego.

He pulls away and you whine like a kid.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The cheeky comment, along with his shiny lips and chin, makes your heart soar and your core throb.

“Rafe if you don’t continue I-“ He doesn’t wait for you to finish the sentence, diving back into your cunt, intent on bringing you your high and getting every last drop from it.

Your mouth betrays you when Rafe’s lips wrap around your clit, and you let out the loudest moan Rafe’s ever heard.

“Baby, you gotta keep it down. Save those pretty sounds for me.”

The sight below you is unholy. Rafe between your legs, feasting on you, telling you to shut up.

He’s back to it before you respond and when he slips a finger into you, you’re done for.

Rafe can feel it to. He manages to fit another finger into your tight cunt, the new sensation making you see stars.

“Fuck, fuck! Rafe! I’m gonna-“

Your first orgasm covers all of your senses with a feeling of euphoria. It’s a high you’ve never experienced before.

But Rafe doesn’t stop. He’s intent on giving you the best of the best, and one just won’t cut it for him.

“Rafe, God I can’t-“ He brakes away, just for a second.

“Yes, you can.” His mouth returns an instant later. You’ve read about this before, even watched it, but nothing could prepare you for the real deal. Rafe’s tongue was talented, slipping into you one second and then circling your clit the next. Every little thing he did set you on edge.

Your second orgasm hit faster than the first and Rafe was there to catch every ounce of it.

He let you recuperate, grinning at you as he stood up.

Rafe watched you as you caught your breath. He brought his fingers to his mouth, wanting to savor every bit of you.

“D’ya wanna leave?” He takes in how “fucked out” you look. Your cheeks rosy and flushed, sweaty, all while attempting to calm your breathing.

“Hell yeah.”

PART 2? ANYONE??

??? Did you enjoy ???

I sure did ;)

please i just started rereading and already found a typo

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 42

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

The rehearsal dinner. I was an enchanted guest watching the dry run of the wedding unfold. Will stood proudly beside the Justice of Peace and his handful of groomsmen, Dr. Miller included, stood by as a woman rattled off a set of simple instructions.

I sat in the back row of the chairs that were set up to the left and right of a makeshift aisle. The hum of talkative laughter was buzzing behind me from Carol and her girlfriends. Even in their late forties and fifties, the women were happily carrying about the way teen lace girls would. Friendships like that were a rare delicacy; a blessing.

And then the men began their walk around the chairs to the back to meet up with the women. My eyes stalked Dr. Miller, awaiting for his gaze to fall upon me; but I soon recognized his eyes had landed on someone else.

I glanced over my shoulder as an older woman with glasses and the cutest little bob of a haircut made her way toward him. She almost appeared to be half his size, though she was probably just a few inches shorter than me.

Dr. Miller smiled warmly and opened up his arms, nearly scooping the woman up as he placed a kiss firmly on her cheek. And then their hands remained locked as they broke the embrace before she tapped the side of his face gently.

After a short conversation, Dr. Miller extended his arm in my direction and pointed. I froze.

His mother. I swallowed hard and waved before he motioned for me to join them.

I let out a deep breath and made my way down the empty row. I crossed over to where the two of them stood and Dr. Miller welcomed me with a hand against my back.

“(Y/N), this is my mother,” he smiled wide, face beaming, as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

“Francesca Miller,” the woman introduced herself, “But friends and family call me Franky.”

I smiled and didn't know whether to go in for a hug or a handshake, though as I began to introduce myself back, she pulled me in for a hug.

“It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller,” I said.

“It's very nice to meet you,” she said back with a nod, toying with her pearls. “And, please, call me Franky.”

I smiled again and nodded. Dr. Miller’s mother had an elegant, confident exterior; though I could tell she was witty and down to earth just the same.

“Where's your father? He beat me down the elevator.”

Dr. Miller looked around. “He probably took a pit stop at the bar.”

“The jackass,” Franky muttered, making us both laugh. She glanced around for a moment and then summoned Carol, who also claimed she hadn't seen him downstairs yet.

“Your mom is..” I smiled wide, searching for one of the many adjectives that were swirling in my head.

“A bit crazy,” Dr. Miller teased.

“Hilarious,” I corrected, “Adorable.. feisty.”

He chuckled and nodded. “That she is. Dad’s in trouble if he helped himself to a drink.”

“Oh here he is,” Carol’s calm voice made me glance in their direction and I watched as Franky marched up to her husband.

“Chas! Where have you been?” She raised her arms high in the air.

“Nobody was here yet when I came down,” he claimed, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair.

“And..”

“And what?” He put his hands out to the sides and I heard Dr. Miller chuckle beside me. Carol then turned toward us, shared a smile with her brother and rolled her eyes.

“Where'd ya go?” She was half his size, but it was apparent she wore the pants in that relationship.

“The bar.” He motioned toward the short hallway he had just rounded out from and Franky threw her hands in the air, speaking in another language in exasperation as she walked away. I was almost certain she was cursing but she winked at Carol and gave a smile when her back was to her husband.

“Dad!” Dr. Miller shouted and waved his father toward us.

The closer he got, the more I could see he was built like a linebacker. For a man I guessed who had to be pushing seventy, simply based on the ages of his children, he looked like he could give Hulk Hogan a run for his money.

“Dad, this is (Y/N).”

“Chas Miller.” He reached out and gave me a gentle handshake, placing his top hand over mine. His bushy mustache smiled as wide as he did.

“It's nice to meet you,” I said to him.

“Pleasure's all mine.” He nodded toward us. “Joel says you met at the university.”

I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yes. A couple of months back.”

“Well, he speaks very highly of you.” Chas gave a nod. In my mind it felt like a nod of approval.

“Chas!” Franky shouted for him before I could respond and he sighed and placed a meaty hand on Joel’s shoulder. “That's my cue.” He looked to me, “Happy wife, happy life.”

“That's right.” I laughed.

“We’ll catch up some more,” Chas vowed. He winked and I could clearly see Dr. Miller’s features when he did that.

When I turned back to Dr. Miller, he was shaking his head with a smirk. “That's my parents.”

“They're adorable.”

He nodded in agreement. “They are. They're good people.”

“They must be happy for Carol.”

Dr. Miller nodded again and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “I'm going to be walking down the aisle with Annie.”

I chuckled. “Well Annie happens to think you're a hunk, so..” I tightened his tie and looked at him with a grin.

“A hunk?” Dr. Miller began to laugh.

“That's the word she used.” I flattened his tie with my hand and looked up at him. “They're good people, too. You all are.”

“Well, you fit right in then.” He kissed my forehead and then my nose.

“I love you so much,” I said to him.

“I love you, too.” He tipped up by chin with his first two fingers and we shared one more kiss. “I think we're going to get started with the walk through.

“Okay. Enjoy.” I took my seat back down as he went to join the wedding party. From afar I soaked it all in - the laughter, the smiles, the banter. It was the exact vibe that should go hand-in-hand with a wedding.

The woman in charge of the procession began the walk-through. I snickered to myself when Joel and Annie strolled arm-in-arm down the aisle together.

Joel. That was one of the only times I thought of him as Joel in my mind, and not Dr. Miller. I had to start referring to him in that way - outside of the bedroom, anyway.

“Can I keep him?” Annie asked in her bold, British accent as they parted ways by the altar.

I laughed to myself and Dr. Miller blew her a kiss that she pretended to catch. As crazy about him as I was, I didn't feel any jealousy about any of it. It was playful and fun. I was happy to be a part of it all.

The others walked down in the same fashion before Carol linked her arm through her father’s as they made their way last.

Despite his macho appearance, I could see tears in Chas’s eyes. They didn't fall, but I was sure the following day at the actual ceremony they would. He appeared to be one of those teddy bear types in the body of an NFL player. It almost made me tear up.

What a beautiful family, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if maybe one day I would be a part of it. Maybe I would be the one walking down the aisle as Joel waited for me.

I indulged in the fantasy of it all for a moment and continued to soak it all in. At the conclusion of it all, he made his way through the crowd and linked his hand with mine.

“Now’s the fun part,” Dr. Miller said.

“What's that?” I asked him.

“We get to eat.”

“Mmm.” I smacked my lips and he leaned in to kiss my temple.

The night continued on with the same warmth. I didn't want it to end. Chas and Franky grew even more comical after a couple of drinks, sharing funny or embarrassing stories back and forth.

Digging into the Miller family’s memories alongside them was precious - and entertaining. More than once Dr. Miller glanced down with a sheepish grin or placed a hand over his eyes when one of his family members revisited an old memory.

“When he was a teenager he drank our leftover beers from a Fourth of July picnic and filled the bottles with water,” Franky claimed, motioning to her son.”So we wouldn't know he drank them.”

“And then one hot summer day I'm mowing the lawn and go to drink one,” Chas adds, “And I'm like what the hell is this?”

“I remember that,” Carol said, laughing.

“He put them back in the case,” Franky went on. “Filled with water.”

“Evil genius,” Dr. Miller said about himself.

“Yeah a genius alright,” Carol teased. “You got caught within a week.”

Franky shook her head, looking outward in a sort of daydream. “Those days were funny.”

“See what you two are getting into?” Chas asked, motioning to Will and then to me. Again, I was happy to be included.

“I'm very lucky,” Will said to his future father-in-law.

“Me, too,” I added.

“Oh, can we just toast, already.” Carol raised her glass of wine.

“What are we toasting to?” Dr. Miller asked, raising the Old Fashioned he was sipping on. I mirrored them, as did his parents and Will.

Carol looked at Will for an extra second and then back to the rest of us. “To family.”

“I like that one,” Chas said with a nod.

Dr. Miller clanked his glass around with everyone's, leaving mine for last. He gave a little smirk. “To family.”

I nodded back. “Family.”

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[sherlollyandspoilers]

Undercover

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2024, Day 3 Trope : Fake Dating Barely proof read this, so sorry for any mistakes lol, enjoy!

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Sherlock, I said no.”

“Molly, you agreed to this.”

She stared at the man sitting across from her, annoyance radiating through her body as she stared at him. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. “I am not dancing with you.”

Clearing his throat, he stood up and straightened his jacket before walking around the table to extend his hand out to her. “Yes, my dear, you are.” He stared down at her, a mask of control. “Molly,” he dropped to a whisper, “this is the best chance for us to be close to the masterminds…it’s for the case.”

She huffed out a sigh through her nose and dramatically slapped her hand into his, rising to her feet.

“Fine. But only for the case.” She fixed a soft smile on her lips and allowed herself to be led to the hotel dance floor.

“Remember, you’re in love with me,” he whispered, letting his lips graze her ear. “We need people to believe that.”

She shook her head as she gave a disbelieving laugh, her fake smile selling the “love” façade. “You’re ridiculous.”  

“How so?” He kept his voice low and face close to hers, but his eyes remained locked on their targets.

“I told you I was done with this fake relationship stuff for cases…yet here we are.” She knew her anger towards him was only partially justified – she should have backed out as soon as he said the word fiancé – but being angry at him was easier than admitting to herself why she kept saying yes to him.

“You’ve enjoyed helping me with previous cases," he said as he continued to gently move them around the dance area. “I am not sure why this case is any different.”

She shook her head before resting her temple on his shoulder, looking away from him. “You know why,” she muttered, feeling tired.

Sherlock’s swaying stopped for a moment before he started moving again. “I assure you, I do not.”

She pressed her eyes tightly together and took a deep breath. Centering herself, she lifted her head, this time a genuine smile, although sad, sat on her lips. He looked at her, slightly taken a back by the abrupt change in demeaner. “What did you say the masterminds were looking for? Happy couples?”

“Delirious with infatuation and out of touch with reality, specifically,” he responded.

“Well then, happy we shall be.”

...

“My goodness!” The woman slapped the table as she giggled. “You two are just the most delightful creatures! Do you think we’ve met any other couples as delightful, honey?” she asked as she turned to the man on her right.

“No, you are right my dear. These two are some of the best people we’ve yet to meet here.” The couple shared a look that was not missed by Sherlock or Molly. “I say, we would love to have you two join us tomorrow night for a special gathering we are having.” He slid a card across the table to Sherlock. “9pm.”

“We’ll be there!” Sherlock took the card and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

“Sounds lovely!” Molly nodded in agreement.

“Well, looks like we should be turning in.” The man gestured to the clock on the wall. “Honey?” He held his hand out as he stood and she took it.

“Oh, yes.” She smiled brightly at Sherlock and Molly. “I look forward to seeing you both there tomorrow.”

“Wouldn’t miss it!” Molly said, only letting the smile drop from her face after they were out of sight.

“Come on.” Sherlock stood and ushered Molly back to their master suite.

“I think that went well,” Molly said once they were back in the room as she started to take off her heels.

“What did you mean when you said, you know why?” Sherlock’s question caught her off guard and she struggled to not slip as she worked her heels off.

“Sherlock…” she trailed off, not sure what to say as he stared at her. Finally, she shrugged and sat on the end of the bed. “You know, I just had a long week and this case was kind of bad timing.”

“No.”

She gave him a questioning look.

“Last case…I kissed you while we were undercover.” He took a couple of steps closer to her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“But I’d done that before.”

“Yes.” She shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

“And those didn’t bother you.” He moved so he was standing directly in front of her and she had to tilt her head up to look at him.

“Sherlock?” She was unsure where his line of questioning was going.

“This kiss was different because…” this time he trailed off and she could tell he was replaying that night in his mind.

They had been colleagues turned friends for a long time, but Sherlock didn’t often open up about his private life and on that case he had. She had then shared back and something had shifted between them. And while she had always enjoyed kissing Sherlock, even just for pretend, this kiss felt different. The next week she told him she could no longer be his undercover dating partner.

Dropping to his knees, he took her hands in his. “It was different because…I was different?”

She nodded silently. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. “It wasn’t that you were actually different – you were still Sherlock. But you were Sherlock who let me in…which you so rarely do.”

His eyes flicked to her lips and he hesitated a moment, before leaning in and kissing her. It was soft and gentle but still made her head rush and when he pulled back, she smiled brightly at him. “I’ve always liked kissing you,” he admitted. “When you told me you couldn’t be my undercover dating partner anymore, I am ashamed to admit the disappointment I felt at the idea of no longer having an excuse to kiss you.”

He captured her lips again and kissed her soundly until both their hands were tangled in each other’s hair. Breaking apart, Sherlock slid into the spot on the bed next to her before kissing her again. And again…and again.

When they finally broke apart, Molly spoke, “Maybe we don’t have to pretend to be together anymore.”

[marasch1nocher1e]

leaving work late

⋆ smut (18+)

⋆ kendall roy x fem!reader

it was a long day at work, a really long day. it just wasn’t normal for you to not be home by 4pm, but now its 5:33 and you’re outside of your apartment. to make matters worse, you had a ton of work to get done tonight. you were buzzed in and as you made it to the elevator, you thought of how you really wouldn’t be able to do anything if you didn’t dedicate whatever you have left of your day to your work. you sighed as the doors opened to your penthouse suite, where you saw your man sitting on the couch reading the latest forbes issue.

“oh, your’re home,” he puts his magazine down, marching towards you, ,“where’ve you been?”.

you set your things down on the ground. “work,” you answer, removing your blazer,“they fucking extended the meeting last minute and then some, so now i’m home. late”. you make your way to your office, room with a bookshelf and a full pc set up. you lay in your chair, the cat walking up to you. she nuzzles your leg, but hops on your lap shortly. “uh, can i get you some, uh…some tea? you seem tense”. kendall is talking to you from the door frame. tea sounds really good right now. you clasp your hands together and mouth a small and yet desperate “please”.

“i’ll prepare it to your liking”

you’re more relaxed now, you like that he takes care of you. he brings back a cup of mint tea. you place your pet cat down, to avoid any accidental spill from hurting her. she goes to her bed in the corner. “thank you, ken,” you say, as you go to take a sip. the taste is…different. you ignore it, but its strong. it tastes really good, though. you recognize the taste. you look at kendall, who’s picking up the cat’s toys.

“clover honey”

“annnnnd?”

you take another sip: “lavender”. he walks up to you with the box full of cat toys, setting it down next to your desk. “very good,” his praise tickling your ear as he leans down to your ear and slightly lower to your neck where he presses his lips. at that point, you’re typing a report, but the sensation of it causes an aching between your legs. “kendall…,” he isn’t stopping, “ken, i’ve gotta work”.

“we both know you don’t wanna”

and he’s right, you don’t. “you already work so hard,” he adds. he’s kneeling at your feet now, you’re looking down at him. “so, what should i do instead?,” you ask, softly to match his volume. he smirks, tugging at your pants. “you let me take care of you,” he answers. he stands up, his hands on both sides of your face and immediately plastering his lips to yours. your hands are free and as he kisses you, you reach for his belt and undo it. he doesn’t let you finish as he pulls you up and now you’re standing.

he kneels again to undo the button on your pants, pulling them down. he pushes you to the empty space left on your work desk. he kisses up your legs, practically forcing you to part your legs open. he starts to pull your underwear down, successfully getting one leg of yours fully out if it, the under hanging off your left foot. you make your way to the desk, now on it. he wedges your legs open and it’s an aggressive type of desperate the way he places your legs over his shoulders. you brace yourself, but that doesn’t prepare you for his tongue licking up your slit. he does it once more, adding some kisses to it. his kisses start at your clit, ending somewhere in your labia. he loves doing it, he loves tasting you, and he loves the noises you make when he’s doing it. he almost moans against your flesh, licking you up. you taste amazing to him and he finds himself wanting more and more.

you are quieter than you usually are, maybe due to the exhaustion you’re feeling from work. the tired, “ken…”, that falls from your lips makes him stop and stand on both feet. he’s rubbing your clit with three fingers in a small circle and an occasional u-shape past the ball of nerves, spreading your remaining juices around. “what is it, girl?,” he says, he keeps doing it and you realize its really only serving to tease you. it keeps you feeling flustered, he knows just how good this feels to you. before you can even answer him, he shushes you. gently, he places his other hand on your chest, shushing you.

“breath, baby. undo those buttons for me”

you’re still wearing your work blouse, you’d forgotten about it. you rush to do so and it hits you how out of character it is for you to be this desperate. it’s usually kendall begging for you, its never even remotely the other way around, but here you are: laying on your work desk as your boyfriend rubs your sopping cunt. once they were undone, immediately his free hand grabs your right tit. your breathing hitches, when suddenly his fingers rubbing you move lower, plunging deep into you. his hand on your breast pulls your bra down. he pinches your nipple which makes you whine. he knows how sensitive these areas are for you, it brings a tear to tour eye feeling how overstimulated this makes you.

“poor girl,” he teases, “what do you want from me, baby? you can tell me”

as he says this, his fingers are still pumping in and out, curling slightly when they go in. your voice is weak and he can’t understand what you’re asking of him. he begins to genuinely feel bad. his hand that was once on your breast, moves to cup your cheek. his thumb swipes underneath your eye, getting the developing tear before it can stream down. “aww, baby,” he coos, it made you cringe and almost sick hearing how sweet his voice was,“you still want more?”. all you could really do was nod, you were too stunned by your own upcoming orgasm to speak. he snickers and you can see him remove his belt as he does. your legs were dangling, but seeing him reach for his belt made you put them up on the desk.

“oh, honey. you’re getting ready for me?”

you nod once again, looking at him below the belt. you see that you don’t need to help him get it up, he’s good to go. as he wraps his arm around your thigh, using his free hand to grab hold of his cock. he groans, as presses his uncircumcised head against your swollen clit, throwing his head back when he begins to slight it down. feeling him touch your most sensitive areas once again, brought noises no short of irresistible and desired upon both their lips. “fuck…,” he moans twice, the second moan louder than the first as he’s now pushed deep inside you. you try to be quiet, but his steady rhythm was making your insides melt and noises ever so soft. everything spilling from your lips was slutty, but kendall’s were sluttier.

“ugh, fuck, baby,”

he wouldn’t dare look at you. there was this slight submission in gaze. fucking you desperately, wanting you to take charge in whatever way possible. he wants you to encourage and praise him till he cums. he likes when you hold him as he thrusts deep in you. you settle for the praises, somehow his movements become needier. he’s the first man to make you cum, the first who knows what it takes to get you there.

you tug on his arm sleeve, indicating just how close you are to climaxing. that submissive expression vanishes and in its place, its a conniving smirk. his head tilts up once again. “mhmm, i wanna cum inside you,” he begs and groans, putting your legs over his shoulders, “let me cum in that pretty cunt, honey”. now you’re encouraging him. you’re telling him “cum inside me” and “cum for me”, he can’t help it. you’d long since reached your orgasm, but feeling his cum paint your insides drove you wild. feeling this rather big load spill outside of your pussy? even wilder.

kendall catches his breath, coming back to you and spreading your pussy only slightly. seeing his cum spilling brought slight shame to him.

“oh, uh, sorry. i’m sorry”

you shake your head, you were so fucked out and all you wanted was nothing more than to hold him. reaching for him, he becomes receptive to your advance and grabs your hand. he guides you to the nearest couch where he lays on top of you. he’s only there for a minute, as now its starting to hit you his jizz is still fully coating your vagina. “ken,” you say,“i should probably get washed up, no?”. he nods, getting off of your chest. “you can finish up some work as i get the water going and while you bathe, i’ll try and help out with your work and clean up the area”.

you smile, there’s warmth in this smile, the warmth only he brings out of you. “thank you, ken,” you say to him, you kiss him, “i love you so much”. he messes your hair even more than he already has, saying,“i love you too”. he does as he promises. he runs your bath, does your work. it wasn’t until next morning that you realize how much of your work he really did. you slept in, almost late and cursing yourself. you walk to your office, only to find kendall asleep with his head down and fine that the monitor is on. its your email account, with recent messages sent to your boss titled “annual report” submitted at 3:47AM.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series PRT 25

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TW: Antisemitic verbiage, hate speech

Oystein had gone to work the next few days trying not to smile so much. Y/n called the shop everyday and they talked for almost an hour. The others thought he was jerking off in his office because he kept locking the door. The last thing he needed was any of them getting suspicious or asking him too many questions about his private life.

Today was different though. She walked through the door with a smile on her face and a brown bag in hand, ignoring everyone else in the shop.

"Hey." Oystein couldn't help but smile looking at her.

"Hi, I brought you lunch." She held the bag up and he laughed.

"I didn't even order anything yet." Oystein looked in the bag and she rolled her eyes.

"As if you weren't going to order from us anyway." Y/n leaned on the countertop and Oystein leaned forward to steal a kiss.

"Thank you. You want to stay and eat with me?" He asked extending his hand. She nodded taking it and following him down stairs instead of to his office.

"Let me grab a drink." He had never taken her down to the Black Circle hangout. She waited in the doorway as he retrieved a coke and a beer from the fridge. She doesn't bother talking to any of the others. She keeps her eyes on Oystein but when Varg stands up, both their attention is turned to him.

"Aren't you a Jew?" Varg blurted.

"Excuse me?" Y/n responded.

"I was going to ask what your thoughts were on these church burnings but then I realized how disgustingly Jewish your last name was." Varg's words were dripping with disdain but everyone else remained silent.

"Back off Varg." Oystein crossed the room towards Y/n but she held up her hand letting him know she was okay.

"That's a lot of talk coming from a guy who had to change his name to fit into his own bullshit narrative." Y/n's words made some of the others look at Varg confused.

"You know, you have some nerve coming in here. You aren't one of us. You could never be apart of what we're creating." Varg seethed.

"You're hanging out in the basement of a record shop talking about idiots who burn buildings down as if that's going to overrun the faith of those people. Newsflash, dumbass...they're buildings. No one was praying in them anyway. They were all rundown and considered historical." Y/n argued.

Varg made a move towards Y/n and Oystein put his hand on his chest.

"I'm serious...back off." Oystein was stern making Varg grit his teeth.

"I don't care if you're fucking her or not. She doesn't belong down here. She clearly doesn't agree with things the Black Circle does so she needs to be gone...now." Varg locked eyes with Oystein and he knew how tense the situation was.

"You're fucking a Jewish chick?" One of the others asked.

"Who I fuck has nothing to do with any of you jerkoffs." Oystein spat.

"Then don't bring a kike in here!" Varg challenged.

"Trust me, I don't want to be in your black metal circle jerk-" Varg shoved Oystein and this time the room moved. Hellhammer stepped into Y/n's side and pulled her back into the hallway to get her out of the fray as Oystein and Varg started arguing. He escourted her back upstairs and he told her to stay in the office. When Hellhammer got back to the bottom of the steps, Oystein ran into him.

"Is she okay?" He asked in a rush.

"She's fine man...but he's right." Oystein looked offended but Hellhammer quickly explained.

"She's not safe around Varg. You know that. He's fucking crazy with that Nazi shit. You know I don't have a problem with her at all, just maybe keep her from downstairs." Hellhammer watched Oystein's face soften before giving him a nod. They both could hear the others talking about gassing her just a few steps below but Hellhammer put his hand on his shoulder.

"Fuck them. Just go eat lunch with your girlfriend man." Oystein continued up the steps thinking about what Hellhammer had just said. He hadn't actually talked to Y/n about being exclusive but he knew that he wasn't seeing anyone else. He could only assume she was only talking to him as well. He also made a great point about Varg.

For some reason, Y/n was able to get under his skin like no one he had ever seen before. It was scary. Oystein walked into his office and saw Y/n sitting in the chair in front of his desk.

"Are you okay?" He asked frowning. He sat across from her sitting the drinks down on the table. She nodded her head.

"Are you burning churches down Oystein?" She asked sounding exhausted. He let his head fall slightly and she sighed.

"Please tell me I'm not going to regret getting into this with you. I need to here, out of jail, not dead. I can't handle losing anyone else." She explained reaching out for his hands.

"I know. I don't want you to regret being with me. I want to give you a reason to be a proud girlfriend." Oystein tried making her laugh.

"You just trying to slip that in there huh?" She put her hand on his cheek and he gave her a soft smile.

"I'm sorry that the answer to your question is disappointing but I won't be involved moving forward. You have my word." Kissing her hand.

"Good because I'm not visiting my boyfriend in lock up." She smiled making him laugh.

"Wow you wouldn't visit me? Not even to sneak in some good food?" Oystein teased.

"Not even then. You'll have to tough it out but you'll definetly need to cut all that pretty hair if you have to do an extended stay." She ruffled Oystein's hair and he leaned over kissing her lips. The two of them heard the others being loud downstairs and he walked over to lock the door so they could enjoy their lunch together. This is the life Oystein never expected to love but sitting in a record shop that belonged to him, with the girl he loved, eating his favorite food...this is the life he never dreamed of but was damn happy to have.

In the back of his mind though, the fear of having someone so precious to him near people as violently motivated as Varg put him on edge. He had to keep Y/n safe from this world.

[bumblesimagines]

i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length.

i wish you would just kiss me.

how long have you been staring at me?

- Isadora

i thought you liked keeping things at arm's length.

i wish you would just kiss me.

how long have you been staring at me?

Pronouns: he/him/his

CW/TW: Mention/Implied SA

Filled to the brim with Madrid's richest, the line to get into the Isadora's House club spilled out onto the street and down a lengthy sidewalk. Isadora's hips swayed along to the beat of the song, one hand cupping her headphones and the other drifting over her turntable. It'd been the first time in many weeks that she'd felt comfortable in her own club, in her own home. Even if they hadn't been arrested for what they'd done to her, she'd been able to prevent them from hurting another unsuspecting girl. With cameras, witnesses, and evidence, they'd finally be locked away and out of her sight. She could finally breathe again. 

Her crystal eyes lifted from the turntable to take a look at the clubgoers partying around her. She spotted Didac slithering around the club, handing off drinks and expertly avoiding the more clumsy dancers. Bilal remained at the bar, tending to guests and pretending not to notice Rocío ogling him from the other side of the bar. Ivan and Nico sat beside the yearning girl, looking equally solemn without their respective Blanco siblings. Isadora detested seeing either of them so saddened. Patrick's abrupt departure had left Ivan wandering like a lost soul, and it only made her heart ache for her dear friend. 

But her attention broke away from the puppy-eyed teen when a hand clapped over his shoulder and a smile finally appeared on his face. The new face beside him made Isadora's stomach twist and her posture straightened. (Y/N) smiled back at Ivan and shook his shoulder lightly, making Ivan chuckle and finally loosen up. His sister, a sweet curly-haired girl named Sonia, appeared at his side and mustered a smile for Nico, a gesture (Y/N) couldn't extend to the boy. Instead, his eyes narrowed and without having to utter a word, Nico took Rocío and dragged the girl off to the dancefloor. Sonia slapped her hand over her brother's arm scoldingly and Isadora's lips curled up in amusement. 

Almost as if feeling her stare, (Y/N)'s head turned in her direction and their eyes locked immediately. Isadora had little shame, that was well known by most who knew her, and yet she'd almost felt inclined to look away as her cheeks warmed. Nobody had ever made her feel like a little kid with a crush. Not Ivan, not Phillipe, not even the hottest guys in all of Ibiza and Madrid. And yet, there she stood, suddenly wishing she had a mirror to check on her appearance. (Y/N)'s head tilted and he leaned forward on the bar with a teasing grin. An invitation. She took it, only having to glance over her shoulder for her assistant to take her spot. 

Isadora straightened her shoulders and tilted her chin up, striding across the club toward him and putting on her signature smirk. Part of it felt good to flirt, to pretend as if butterflies never erupted in her stomach each time (Y/N) crossed her line of sight. But another part of her dreaded what would follow after the flirting and teasing. Javier, Hugo, and Alex had scarred her. Made her self-conscious and hyperaware of everyone else's movements. They'd even made her doubt her best friend at the lowest point in his life and made her face ridicule by many in the school. Even with Javier's many apologies and his two former friends sitting in cells, they still haunted every dream with their sick, twisted grins. 

"How long have you been staring at me, Isa?" He crooned and Sonia's questioning gaze made her face flush further. The girl pushed her glasses further up her nose and muttered a quick excuse, slipping away before she would be forced to listen to them. Ivan shot her a knowing wink and hopped out of his stool, disappearing into the crowd and meeting up with Nico and Rocío. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart," Isadora replied cooly, taking a moment to smile sweetly at Bilal when he set a cool glass of champagne in front of her. She scooped it up in her hand and took a sip, eyes never leaving his. "It seems like you're the one staring."

"Really? I could've sworn I caught you staring at me."

"You should get your vision checked then, babe." Her grin widened when he rolled his eyes and she set her glass back on the table, the champagne mixing with the buzz of the other drinks she'd indulged in throughout the night. They made her skin tingle and deliciously lit every cell in her being on fire. Her lips parted before she could think. "I wish you would just kiss me."

The teasing, playful look disappeared from his face, replaced by a curiosity and hesitance that made her wish she'd stayed at the turntable. She'd received enough pitying looks, and dealt with many keeping their distance; mainly because they either believed she'd made up her accusations or they simply didn't wish to break her further. He'd been there for the impromptu underwear party Rocío had encouraged to get her reacquainted with feeling confident in her body, he'd listened to her word vomit her feelings, and even answered the late-night calls when a nightmare woke her up and she knew her parents would only brush her off. The comfort was greatly admired, but the pity never was.

"I thought you liked keeping things at arm's length."

Ah, so he'd heard about her rejection of Didac's confession. She sighed heavily and picked up her cup again, downing the rest of the contents in one fluid move. Just as swiftly, Bilal refilled her cup and she made a mental note to give him a raise. "Didac's a good guy. I appreciate everything he's done to help me but... I see him the same way I see Ivan. I... I have a lot of baggage. I don't know if I'll ever be the same again. I get if that's something you don't want to deal wi-" Her words halted when lips pressed against hers, and her whole body lit ablaze. Finally.

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Chapter Two: All it Takes is a Kiss

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

You return to your apartment, and Alhaitham becomes cautious about his actions. You gently set him on the couch; he sits and looks around. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting, but from your decor and belongings, you like to live a simple life. Minimalistic. Not a lot of colour. Cozy. Homey. It seems like you live on your own.

He’s still taking in his surroundings when he sees you walking toward your bedroom. But what makes him immediately turn away is when you start taking off your clothes for a shower… he thinks.

You leave your room with your pyjamas draped on your arm, wearing nothing but lingerie. You see the cat with its butt facing you on the couch, and you raise a brow in amusement. Alhaitham slowly turns, but as soon as he sees you again, he turns away.

What a strange cat.

But then again, you aren’t sure if this behaviour really is strange. You never had a pet, let alone a cat, before.

When you come out of the shower, drying your hair with a towel, you see that the cat hasn't moved from the spot. Instead, he's grooming himself with his uninjured paw.

Alhaitham almost jumps out of his skin when he feels you grab his butt. Then, he immediately sits up, turns around, and sees you sitting on the floor before him with a smile.

“Are you hungry?”

He blinks once… twice… he’s never seen someone’s eyes sparkle. Or is it just the trick of the light? Whatever it is, you have very pretty eyes.

Alhaitham meows. He shakes his head, and you raise a brow. “You… aren’t hungry?” He lifts his injured leg and looks at it. That’s when you take his paw, and he immediately looks at you. “Does it hurt?”

Alhaitham blames the fresh scent of your shampoo. It compels him to step toward you and nuzzle against your cheek. He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly being affectionate, as he typically doesn’t like people touching him. This is his way of thanking you, he concludes. Nothing more.

You're slightly surprised by the sudden display of affection, but you welcome it. You've been thinking of a pet for years. You stroke the dark gray cat. Is this a sign? They say it's the animal who chooses you.

When your stomach growls loudly, Alhaitham steps away from you, his tail swishing upwards. That’s right. You haven’t eaten dinner yet. You stand and walk toward your kitchen. Alhaitham cautiously jumps from your couch and follows you. That’s when he sees the empty fridge and hears a soft sigh.

Do you not like to cook? Or… can you cook? Maybe he should teach you… you know, as another way of showing his appreciation.

As soon as you close the fridge, a buzzer goes off. He watches you answer the system and sees a young blonde girl with light brown eyes on the screen.

“Hey, sis!” she exclaims. She holds up a bag. “Did you eat yet? I picked up food! Thought we could eat together!"

When the front door opens, the blonde girl immediately gasps upon seeing Alhaitham. She puts the takeout on the table and leans down.

“How come you never told us you got a cat?” She extends her hand, but Alhaitham remains rooted in his spot. “What happened to its leg?”

“Oh, well, it’s not mine.”

After talking about your fated meeting, the blonde laughs. “If only you had such luck with guys!”

“Don’t start, Lumine,” you say, putting the food on the kitchen counter.

Lumine puts her messenger bag on the bench beside the front door and pulls out a pamphlet. "Well, there's another reason why I'm here…." She puts it on the table just as you walk over with two plates of food.

You don't even have to look at the pamphlet to know what it is. The bright pink colours and large heart logo speak for themselves.

“I’m not going,” you say dryly, sitting on the couch.

"Figures. But you don't have to come home with someone!”

“Isn't that the point of matchmaking parties? If I don't plan on getting to know someone, why go? Just to please mom?"

Lumine sits on the adjacent couch and picks up a plate. “She just wants to see you happy.”

“I am happy!" You swallow your food before you say, "I have a job I love. I'm going to move into a bigger place. My latest project has one of the highest ratings on the Sumeru Entertainment Channel... in history!"

"You know how mom is… she doesn't want you to be doing things on your own all the time. It would be nice having someone look after you, right?"

You pick up the pamphlet where the phrase 'Destiny awaits…' is written in cursive. You almost scoff. This isn't the first time your mother has presented you with one of these 'scams.' You're her only biological daughter, and she has always wondered when you would get married. You find it ridiculous that she's not putting the same pressure on Lumine and Aether, the twins she adopted when they were young.

Maybe it's because they want to get married and have kids someday. You, on the other hand, want to live in the moment. You don't want to think about kids and marriage because you like how your life is going. Besides, it's not like you have a man in your life. You haven't ever since your first and only relationship in university… and you really don't want to talk about the hellhole of that experience.

Maybe that’s why your relatives and some close friends have dubbed you the 'professional bachelorette,' as you’ve been single for almost six years.

“Everyone’s different, Lumine. I’m more than satisfied with where I’m at right now. Man or no man. No one is going to tell me to live otherwise.”

"But is it really that bad if you go? Mom will be happy just to hear that you went, at least! Again, you don't have to come home with someone." Your younger sister nods toward the pamphlet. "Just so you know, the men in this one are much more… refined than the other ones you've been to."

You open it out of curiosity. You aren’t sure if you will use refined to describe these men. Entrepreneurs. Managers. Directors. Leads. Their professional titles are in bigger fonts than their actual names.

Lumine picks up Alhaitham and puts him on her lap. She hugs him tightly and kisses the top of his head. “Who’s a 'lil cutie?” she coos. “Did you name him yet?”

“Not yet.”

Lumine makes Alhaitham face her and squeezes his cheeks. You toss the pamphlet on the table.

“Still not interested?”

“I guess their theme this year is to marry rich,” you say. You take another bite of your food. “Put him down and eat. Your food is getting cold.”

Lumine puts Alhaitham beside her. “Well, truth be told… who doesn’t?”

That's true. You'd never bought the idea that people shouldn't care about backgrounds when choosing a partner. People need standards, but the person's character is still the most important.

As you and Lumine start talking about other things, Alhaitham thinks he shouldn’t overstay his welcome. The rain has let up, so it should be okay now. Alhaitham slowly jumps off the couch but meows softly when you suddenly pick him up.

"He sure likes to jump around even though he's injured," Lumine says as you put him on your lap. When he feels your chest press against his back, he immediately jumps away… only to land on his bad paw.

Alhaitham doesn’t lie on the floor for long. You pick him up and ask jokingly, “Did I scare you”

“Maybe he's someone else's cat.” Alhaitham meows at Lumine and shakes his head. She immediately looks at you. “It looks like he just understood me or something.”

So, it’s not just you who gets that feeling.

You gently pat Alhaitham’s head. “Stay the night, at least, you naughty kitten.”

Stay… the night?

Lumine sighs dramatically. “If only you could say that to a guy... mom would be over the moon."

Alhaitham looks to the side. He’ll think of something. He has to.

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You're getting ready for bed later that evening as Alhaitham sits on your bed. He's wrapped up in a fuzzy towel because you just bathed him. It's an experience he'll never forget. He kept looking away as you wore shorts much shorter than normal. Your shirt was also soaked. In the end, Alhaitham closed his eyes and just let you wash him as he continuously heard how you think he was the "weirdest cat ever."

By now, he has a good idea of big your place is. He's also narrowed his escape route to the front door and the long, narrow window in the washroom. Escaping using the front door seems like a lost cause. What is he going to do after he gets out? If he's lucky, maybe jump high enough to call an elevator all the way to the first floor. But he needs a keycard for that. It literally sounds like mission impossible. But, if he can get out through the washroom window, he's a free man… or cat, in this case.

Alhaitham feels the mattress shift, and he sees you beside him. You scratch him behind the ears. “...You aren’t going to run away from me in the middle of the night, are you?”

Alhaitham's dreading the mission. Yet, he bumps his head against your cheek. Why did you sound… sad? Maybe he’s overthinking it.

“Well, ready for bed?”

Ready… as he’ll ever be.

Alhaitham slowly slips out under the covers in the middle of the night. You'd let him sleep next to you on the bed, and his heart was beating unexpectedly fast as you stared at him. Then, you scratched his tummy and slowly fell asleep… while Alhaitham stayed as stiff as a board.

As quietly as he can, he sneaks past you. But when you shift on the mattress, he immediately stops and turns toward you, ready to abandon the mission until he sees you’re still sound asleep. His heart is about to jump out of his chest as he resumes his journey across your bed.

He's about to step over your legs until you suddenly turn, your feet knocking into his back legs. You awake with a start upon the sudden contact. When you sit up, you see your furry friend frozen in place as if getting caught doing something he shouldn't.

You turn on the light, and Alhaitham meows softly when you pick him up and lie back down with his front paws beneath your chest.

“Where are you sneaking off to, hm?” You lean forward and kiss his nose.

And that’s when it happened.

A puff of smoke.

A sudden, unexpected weight on top of you.

And then you're staring into the eyes of a handsome stranger with his hands on either side of your head. Your eyes widen; he does the same. It's as if his surprised stare freezes you in place as the words are lost on your tongue.

“...Please don’t scream.”

His low, quiet voice snaps you out of it. You're not dreaming. This is real. The dark gray cat that had captured your heart is now a tall, naked stranger on top of you. You immediately push him away and jump off your bed. Then, you grab a slipper and hold it as if ready to play whack-a-mole.

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I”—Alhaitham pulls your bedsheets over his lower half—“I can explain.”

How in the world can he be so fucking calm? You’re obviously still reeling that a cat has just changed into a human as you slowly leave your room without taking your eyes off of this stranger in your bed.

"I won't move if you don't want me to," he says as calmly as before.

Like hell, he won't. You bump into your coffee table, and you wince as you turn around. But as soon as you notice him move, you immediately turn back.

“What are you doing?” you snap.

“You looked like you were in pain.”

You’re holding the slipper with both hands now. “Don’t. Move.”

"Can I sit up, at least? It's a little difficult to show you that I mean no harm if I continue lying on your bed like this." Without taking your eyes off him, you grope the coffee table for your phone. Once you find it, you're about to call the police when he says, "Could you give me a little time to explain before calling the police? I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

“W-who are you?”

Alhaitham slowly sits up, ensuring that he doesn't accidentally flash you. But, damn. The guy works out, and you would be lying if you weren't… impressed with his physique. But wait! That's not what's important here. He raises his hands as if surrendering, and you see a large bruise on his left wrist.

“My name is Alhaitham. It’s… nice to meet you.”

“You… you were a fucking cat.”

“Yes, I was.”

…That’s it? That’s all he’s going to say?

“Anything else you’d like to add, pervert?”

“Pervert? I am anything but. I’d watch what you call other people before you get to know them.”

You scoff. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how we got ourselves into this… utterly bizarre situation here.”

“You invited me to your bed.”

Your jaw almost drops how casually he says it. “That’s because I thought you were a cat! You know… a REAL cat!”

“I am a real cat,” he deadpans. “You took me to the vet, got me tested, and took me home. If I wasn’t real, what was I?”

“A cat in fucking disguise.”

“It’s a curse.”

“...A what?”

“It started when I was eighteen. I don't know why and how it happens. It just does, and I have no way of stopping it.”

You narrow your eyes. “And you didn’t think of telling me?”

“Miss, how am I supposed to tell you? By meowing it to you? I never knew you understood.”

“...You said you have no way of stopping it. But you must know how the hell you turn back! Yet, you—”

“That has never happened before. I always turn back early in the morning,” Alhaitham says sternly. “You cannot imagine the lengths I went to stop and also change my transformation.”

You raise a brow. "I'd think it would be pretty obvious. Have you not read any fairytales? A kiss breaks a curse."

"I'm sorry, I do not believe in such childish cures without scientific explanations."

The sarcasm makes you roll your eyes. “Well, now you know!” Then, quietly, “Why did it have to be me?”

“That’s a good question.”

You’ve only looked away for a moment, but as soon as you turn back, he’s standing beside your bed with the bedsheets still securely around his bottom half.

“Get back.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

"That's what they all say!" So Alhaitham gets back on your bed, and you say, "Raise your hands where I can see them."

He raises his hands, though his expression looks mildly unimpressed. "If I wanted to do something to you, I would've done so by now. Don't you think?"

That’s… true. But still!

“And”—the corners of his lips curve into a small smirk—“I’m naked. What are you expecting me to pull out? Unless you’d like to check—”

Your cheeks instantly grow warm. “Don’t change the subject!”

“I am just saying how ridiculous this situation is,” he deadpans.

“You’re telling me.”

"Well, Miss Bachelorette, how long are you going to hold me hostage on your bed? Surely, we can't continue this standoff forever."

Dread washes over you as you realize that Alhaitham must have heard your entire conversation with your sister.

“I… I can’t believe this,” you mutter.

“Neither can I.”

“Shut up.”

“But, I guess I must thank you.”

You raise a brow. “For… what?”

“You changed me back. I don’t know how or why… but your kiss worked.”

Did… did your heart just… race? Of course, it's only for a second, but you were truly at a loss for words.

“Great,” you say. “Now, please go find someone else to kiss.”

“Well, I think I need to leave your bed first for that to happen.”

“Not like that, you aren’t.”

Alhaitahm looks down. “You make a good point.” You roll your eyes. “I assume you don't have any clothes—”

“No.”

“We're in a pickle, aren’t we?”

You cautiously walk past him and open a drawer. Then, you toss him a large towel. “That’s all I have. You’re on your own.”

Alhaitham sighs as he swiftly switches the bedsheets with the towel. You’re looking away until he says, “You can look now. I appreciate the privacy, Miss Bachelorette.”

You look back and see that he’s standing beside your bed. Upon seeing him, you almost look away again. Why does he have to be so attractive?

"So, you say I'm on my own…."

You raise the slipper in your hand when he steps toward you. “What are you doing?”

Alhaitham takes a step back. “I’m sorry. I thought we would be on… better terms after knowing so much about each other now.”

“You know nothing about me.”

Alhaitham puts his hands on his hips. “You were so kind to take me to the vet due to my injury.”

“It looks like you’re fine now.”

“I never thought you’d be so cruel to leave an injured person to fend on his own.”

“Fend on his own?” you ask incredulously.

“You’re asking me to walk out of your apartment in nothing but a towel… with a sprained wrist.”

“I wonder who got himself into this situation.”

“I wonder if he had a choice.”

The two of you hold your stares in silence. You’re the first to look away. Yes, he’s a handsome guy. That’s why you’re a little flustered right now. Oh, and the cat thing. Of course, it’s the cat thing.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I… I have an idea.”

Chapter Three

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1.4 Gentle Touches [Halo] [Linda-058]

I have started a short series with Halo and all the Spartans deserve some gentle touches and kisses. This lowkey might be a Blue Team x fem! reader, so here we go...feedback is always appreciated!

1.4 Linda-058

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0800 Hours, July 16, 2545 (Military Calendar)/UNSC Destroyer Bloodhound

Their first meeting should not have rattled Linda the way it did. She would never admit this to anyone but had a feeling you knew. It was part of being a Spartan to handle marines and civilians gawking at them like idols wherever they were stationed. People tended to treat Spartans like living legends, marveling at the advanced technology of their Mjolnir armor and the superhuman abilities they possessed.

But you didn’t.

Not once did you look upon the Spartan and see anything other than a person. And for whatever reason that had been the one thing that unnerved Linda the most besides those assessing eyes that felt like they could see beneath the suit. “Dr. [L/n], this is Spartan-058.” And Doctor [Y/n] [L/n] gave her the kindest smile that anyone had ever given the Spartan.

"It's an honor to meet you, Spartan-058," you said, your voice filled with a warmth that she had never heard used with any of them before. It was gentle like you were talking with an old friend yet with a professional tone as if you were speaking with colleagues. Linda stood there, clad in her Mjolnir armor and she felt exposed in a way she hadn't before. She nodded slightly in acknowledgment but chose to remain silent, she almost felt a bit out of her element. “Though I must say referring to you by a number makes you seem more like a machine than human.”

No one had ever questioned their designations before, at least never to their faces. Even the captain introducing them shifted uncomfortably at your comment, but the doctor remained unfazed. Those eyes flicked to the captain and pinned him with a stare like you were prompting him to say something. And Linda couldn’t help but be a little impressed as your commanding officer squirmed under that gaze. You looked back at her and smiled again, this time extending your hand out in greeting. “I look forward to working with you,” Linda only looked down at the offer that you extended her way, this was different to what she was used to. But she wasn’t against it, this was new and she was intrigued. Linda hesitated for a moment as the familiarity of the gesture felt foreign, but there was something in your eyes that strangely reassured her. Slowly, she accepted the handshake and was surprised to note the warmth that emanated from your hand.

"Likewise, Doctor [L/n]," Linda finally answered and your eyes sparkled with delight. There was almost a teasing tone in them as if you wanted to comment but were reframing.

“Please, just [Y/n]. I have no desire to be referred to by my last name anymore. Especially with someone who I will be spending much of my time with.”

The captain, still visibly uneasy, managed to mumble a few words to the doctor before excusing himself. Left alone with you, Linda felt a shift in the atmosphere as a relaxed tone trailed in as you began giving her the tour of the ship, unprompted. You navigated the ship with ease, pointing out various areas and explaining their functions without expecting her to respond. Throughout the tour, Linda observed the genuine passion you had for your work. Your explanations were not just about the technical aspects of the ship, but also about the people who manned it and the collaborative efforts that went into everything.

As you reached the bridge, Linda couldn't help but note the efficiency with which you interacted with the crew. The respect and camaraderie they displayed towards you was evident and she could see why. You knew everyone by name and didn’t hesitate to greet them as they passed by. Toward the end of the tour, you stopped in front of a door. “And this is where we have you staying, my room is just a few doors down if you ever need anything.” You swiped your hand on the access pad for the biometric scan, the door sliding open. “I was going to try to make it homey but I had no idea what Spartans like.” The room was standard-issued but it was the flowers on the desk that caught her attention. “The only thing I could think of to welcome you was flowers and chocolates ‘cause who doesn’t like those?” And for a moment, Linda was taken aback.

It was a small, unexpected gesture that went against the usual Spartan protocol. A pop of color in a blank room. Linda turned her head towards the scientist and studied you for a moment. She found herself facing a situation she hadn't prepared for, a situation no one had trained her for and she found that a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, perhaps this assignment wouldn't be as rigid as the others. And in a softer monotone voice, one that she only used with the other Spartans, she finally said, "Thank you."

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1300 Hours, August 18, 2545 (Military Calendar)/UNSC Destroyer Bloodhound

It had been a month at this point since Linda had been assigned to protect the scientist, and to her surprise, you had gotten a handful of conversations out of her when on the field together as you researched forerunner structures. The rest of Blue team would be shocked to hear it and it had a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she thought about it. Honestly, some parts of you had reminded her of Kelly, and other parts reminded her of John, specifically your stubbornness. Sometimes she even saw bits of Fred, and she had grown comfortable around you. The silence that would often settle around them never felt like it needed to be filled with chatter.

The mission that was set for planetside had been abruptly canceled and Linda was left with a free schedule. She had been used to following after the doctor as you hoped around the planet looking through each structure with the excitement of a child. It took less than a day to understand why they assigned a Spartan to watch over the doctor. The ODSTs and marines wouldn’t be able to keep up as you had a habit of constantly disappearing and wandering off, one that Linda had to quickly adapt herself to. She almost wished for the rest of Blue team to be here, not that she had trouble with you but to ensure your safety even further. You never once hesitated to share any discoveries you made and often ramble off to her, in a way to put your thoughts together. Or it would be a constant quiet as you examined. There was no in-between.

With the free time she had, Linda spent the next three hours in the gym, out of her MJOLNIR armor for the first time in months. It felt strange and made her feel exposed, but the ship AI wouldn’t let her use the gym otherwise.

The rhythmic thud of her boots echoed through the corridor as she made her way back to her quarters. The ship's halls hummed with a low vibration as she turned the corner and the familiar figure in the middle of the hall had her stopping.

“Doctor?” Linda called out after a minute. You were standing there seemingly engrossed in a datapad, lost in thought. A noise of surprise leaves you as you look up,

“Oh, hello Spartan,” Then look back down before your head shoots up again with your brows furrowed and something akin to shock crosses your features as you stare at her before giving her a warm smile. “Nice to see you out of that armor, 058, I was starting to think it was your whole personality.” You teased. Linda couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your playful comment, this teasing had started opening into a new layer to whatever dynamic had been playing between the two lately.

"I could say the same about you and that datapad," she retorted, a hint of amusement in her tone. You gave her a shrug in total agreement. The two of you stood there for a moment, the ship's hum providing a subtle background to the conversation. Linda took a step closer, without her armor on there was barely any barrier between you and her. "Is there something on that datapad that has your attention?"

You glanced down at the device with a thoughtful expression. "Just some data analysis, nothing too exciting that you haven’t heard from me yet. I was actually on my way to the mess hall for a quick break. Care to join me?"

Linda hesitated for a moment, she was still not accustomed to casual invitations you sent her way but this was the first time you had invited her alone with none of the crew present. She gave a subtle nod knowing you would be able to catch it. Perhaps different was okay…It was something she was learning to appreciate with you.

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0700 Hours, September 3, 2545 (Military Calendar)/UNSC Destroyer Bloodhound

The morning was slow compared to the others, there was no planetside mission today with the rain drenching the planet. But that never stopped you from working away with that current data available as you poured her some coffee and patted the spot next to you, silently inviting her to join. Silence had become a part of their everyday dance, it was comfortable and chatter never needed to fill the air around them.

"Why do you treat me like this? Like I'm just a person, not a Spartan." Linda broke the silence that hung in the air. She had been curious this entire time, the reactions she got from the soldiers, the crew, and the others on this ship were the usual, no one reacted the same way as you.

The scientist paused, looking at her with a thoughtful expression that seemed almost confused. "Because you are a person…?" The answer ended in a question like you were unsure how else to explain. Like Linda had proposed a trick question.

And for her, your answer was enough. The quiet settled once more and Linda was left with her thoughts before you spoke up once more.

“If I ever meet the Master Chief should I give him flowers?” You asked with a playful glint in your eyes and Linda finds herself chuckling softly. She would pay to see you give flowers to John, he wouldn’t know how to react, and the image of him holding a delicate bouquet in his armor almost had her snorting. Linda really couldn’t stop the grin that graced her lips.

“As long as you make them as pink as possible.” Kelly would double over in a fit of laughter and hold it over John’s head for the rest of their lives.

“Noted,”

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0900 Hours, November 16, 2545 (Military Calendar)/UNSC Destroyer Bloodhound

Linda-058 knew her mission had been completed the moment you finished the last of the reports and submitted them that evening. But for some reason, she felt…off about it, like she was disappointed but at the same time was eager to see the rest of Blue team and her Spartans again.

Her family.

But then she thought about you and felt something tugging at her and she couldn’t identify it. ‘This is bittersweet,’ Linda thought to herself finally. She had been meditating on the feeling for hours before she was called to the command room, but it was seeing you that had her figuring it out. She enjoyed your company and the comfort you brought and she was going to miss it. Linda was going to miss you. ‘Huh, how interesting.’ she thought as you stared at her with sad eyes as soon as the debriefing was over, leaving the two of you alone.

“It’s been an honor, Spartan,” you muttered softly. “It was a pl-”

“Linda,” She said quietly, cutting you off and the scientist looked up at her in surprise. The silence had settled around them before a smile broke out on your lips. “Well, it’s a pleasure to properly meet you, Linda. I hope I can see you again,” And Linda hoped it too.

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0600 Hours, January 5, 2547 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Carrier Stalingrad

Truly, Linda had been pleasantly surprised when she had to drop off the artifact at the laboratory, only to find you being the leading department head. “One moment please,” You called out even before she entered the lab. Your focus was ever directed toward the datapad and the scene brought a small smile to her lips, if there was one thing that didn’t seem to change, it was you. Linda took only two steps into the room before your head was snapping up like you recognized the footfalls, your brows furrowed and you just stared at her and tilted your head before a smile touched your lips. Your attention turned completely to her, like nothing else mattered. “Hello, Linda,” you say as softly as she remembers and the sound of her name on your lips made her feel things she hadn’t before.

It was later in the evening when Linda had decided to take your offer to eat dinner together in the mess hall that the thought had crossed her mind. More specifically when she watched two marines embrace that she wondered about it. Physical affection had never been something that Spartans ever strived for, she had seen you on a number of times hug others in greeting or comfort when she first met the doctor. And now, Linda couldn’t help but be curious, she wondered if you would be as soft as your personality or as warm against her as the smiles you always give her. If Kelly or Fred could only hear her thoughts, they would be shocked and Linda found herself giving a small chuckle at the thought that caught your attention.

You simply raised your brow at her and she just went back to her meal. You knew you weren’t going to get an answer from her. But your eyes flickered to where she had been looking and a thoughtful expression graced your features but the scientist didn’t say anything.

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1500 Hours, January 6, 2547 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Carrier Stalingrad

The huff of frustration that escaped the doctor caused the corners of her lips to twitch. Linda didn’t need to open her eyes to see your annoyed expression as you worked to figure out that artifact. Truly, you hadn’t changed at all and it’s how she found herself meditating in your lab just as it was over a year ago. “If you scowl any harder at it, your face may permanently freeze like that.” She commented, "And then where would we be?"

“Still glaring at this thing,” you mutter, she felt your gaze shift onto her. “And displayed in a museum because of how perfect I look.”

“Your confidence knows no bounds,”

You let out a snort, “I can be so much worse, Lin, I don’t have anything on Sergeant Johnson.” And the room fell quiet as the Spartan simply opened her eyes and stared at you before raising a brow.

“Lin?”

You shrugged, looking a little bashful, “Sorry, slip of the tongue.” and Linda smiled at you.

“I like it.”

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1300 Hours, January 8, 2547 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Carrier Stalingrad

Standby wasn’t anything unusual but to have a Spartan on standby for this long wasn’t normal unless they were expecting an attack. Linda had been on edge for the last few days more so because of the doctor on the ship. She was worried for you, as a Spartan, worry wasn't a common emotion, yet here she was, something she found herself doing more often than not. What did catch her slightly off guard one uneventful evening was you grabbing her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. She felt herself tense for a moment before relaxing.

The touch was unexpected, and Linda's gaze met yours with a raised eyebrow. Your expression remained calm as a small smile blossomed. "It's not a weakness to care, Lin.” Being mindful of her strength, she squeezed your hand back. She had guessed you had field training with how quickly and aware of your surroundings you always were but the strength you held her hand with was comforting. She found her thumb running across the back of your palm, your hand was soft against hers. “Can I hug you?” You asked, never breaking eye contact.

The question hung in the air, a small smile played on her lips, and she nodded in response to your question. "Yes, you can,"

The warmth of your embrace felt oddly comforting, the scent of your hair, the gentle rise and fall of your chest against hers—it was all so human. "I appreciate you," you whispered, and she found herself copying your action and holding you close to her.

“I have a request,” she muttered and you held her tighter.

“Go on,”

“Can you show me how to cuddle?”

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0900 Hours, June 21, 2549 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Destroyer Hera

It would be a lie if Linda said a part of her wasn’t excited to see the scientist again. What were the chances that you were on the same ship Blue team was being transferred too. She knew you would be able to tell her apart from the other Spartans clad in the green armor and Linda was only proven right when you entered the commanding room and those assessing eyes landed straight on them. The smile that tugged at your lips signified you knew she was here. “Ah! [Y/n], I wasn’t expecting you up here this quickly. I was debriefing the Spartans on their indefinite stay until further notice.” The Captain said as you walked up your datapad ever present in your hands.

“I had a feeling I was going to see someone I knew today and I couldn’t help running up here. Though this was still a surprise.” You say, greeting her team with a soft ‘hello’ that had Fred shifting next to her like he hadn’t expected such a gentle formality. Linda hadn’t told the rest of her team about you, she had been quiet about the mission overall and they never pushed to know more. They knew she would share if she needed or wanted to.

The Captain simply gave you a confused look that you shrugged off, obviously, you had heard a squad of Spartans was being transferred temporarily. But it was an utter delight that Linda-058 was among them. You handed off the datapad to the Captain letting him know that all the information he asked for was detailed in it before turning toward them. “Let me personally welcome you four onto the UNSC Hera, if any of you need anything at all please don’t hesitate to come find me. My lab is stationed on Deck 4, section L-7.” As your eyes drifted across all four of them, her fellow spartans all made subtle shifts that had her give a small smile.

They had all felt it too, that feeling like you could see straight through the armor to them. But what they didn’t catch was the personal invitation that you extended out to her with those words. You knew how Spartans were, you knew that they wouldn't come find you.

But she would. And Linda knew exactly where her scientist would be.

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2100 Hours, June 21, 2549 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Destroyer Hera

The fingers that gently ran through her hair were a danger she forgot. They were going to knock her out in a minute and your soft humming wasn’t helping. Linda was glad for once they were assigned separate rooms instead of bunking together because John and Fred would come to hunt her down if she never came back because she wasn’t leaving this room unless the covenant appeared.

She had missed this. She had missed you.

You insisted that she lay on you, her head against your chest to give her a reprieve, saying “when was the last time you rested. You can be the big spoon tomorrow.” and she had barely put up a fight, eager to just have you close. She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her as she lay there, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat beneath her serving as a comforting lullaby, each beat a reassurance that you were alive. Your fingers continued their soothing trail through her hair, and Linda couldn't help but close her eyes, and fully relax against you, feeling the rise and fall of your breath beneath her.

This was the only time she felt…decent out of her armor was when she was with you, held lovingly against her. You were safe and whole. Untouched from dangers at the moment and it was all Linda could ask for.

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1800 Hours, June 28, 2549 (Military Calendar)/ UNSC Destroyer Hera

The last week had been filled with back-to-back missions but each time Blue team came back to the UNCS Hera, they would notice Linda disappearing but no one commented on it. She had been at the top of her game more than usual lately and the best way any of them could explain it was that Linda was bouncing in a way they haven’t really seen before. Of course, this meant that Linda hardly saw you during the day, often having to leave notes for you as she departed your quarters, or hers. Somehow you had gotten a spartan-sized bed moved into your room and when she asked about it, you simply smiled at her.

Normally you would have responded by now to the note, you have access to her room after all, but there was nothing. There generally were only two reasons for that, one you were far too absorbed into your research and had forgotten. Which was very plausible knowing you, or, two, you were deliberately avoiding the message, but she trusted you enough to believe there might be a good reason. That was also the least likely scenario. She and the rest of Blue team were in the mess hall when she spotted you walking in with your colleagues, a few of them friends that you had spoken highly about during your nights together. But the datapad in your hand gave away what you had been doing together, it was work that kept you away. Your eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, guilt flickered in your gaze before you turned to the other said a few words, and headed towards the table the Spartans were at.

As you approached the table, Linda was already giving you her full attention, something she was sure the other three were noting when she saw Kelly raise a brow at her. All four of them were out of their armor which was currently being repaired. Things had gotten..out of hand during their latest mission.

"I forgot to say something, but I'll be done around 2100, if you wanna come to the lab." Linda's eyes flicker to your datapad before nodding.

"Busy with work again?" she asked, her tone light but there was a distinct note of concern in it that had you smile.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for any worry, it’s been a hectic week.” Your eyes took on the shine that she adored when you were excited about something. “But I can’t wait to show you the breakthroughs on what we had! Oh! And the repairs on your armor are going well, I think you’ll like the updates I’m making!”

Before she could comment, it was Fred who spoke up, “I thought the engineering team was doing repairs?”

“They fall under [Y/n]’s department and she likes to pitch in and make some personal enhancements that would give Halsey a run for her money,” Linda answers, earning a look of surprise from all of them. One for the fact that she knew it was your department and she kept tabs on that and two, that Linda knew you well enough to make a comparison to Dr. Halsey. She turned her attention back to the scientist. "We'll be working out till 2100, but I can meet you after."

"Sounds great, make sure you shower, I'm not dealing with a sweaty Spartan," You tease, making a show by scrunching up your nose and Linda's eyes glimmer in amusement. You glanced over your shoulder back at your friends before giving a small wave to the Spartans. "Then I'll see you later, Lin.' It was lovely to see you Blue team." And Linda just hummed in confirmation.

What you missed while walking away was Fred choking on his water before looking at Linda with an open mouth. Even Kelly and the Master Chief were looking at her with an arched brow. Hardly anything shocked them but for Linda to be called Lin, not one of them expected it, or for Linda to be apparently that close with a civilian.

"Lin?" Fred asked. Linda glances at him before going back to her meal, not even bothering to acknowledge their questions. She didn't feel the need to share about [Y/n] just yet.