#what's that? another 'their hair is blowing in the wind and there's a sunset behind them' artwork? idk what you're talking about.

[kiashieart]

On the chase~

[rafecameroninterlude]

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

summary: what was supposed to be a fun evening with sarah, turned into a fun evening with rafe instead.

warnings: best friend’s brother, heavyyy flirting, teasing, tiny game of truth or dare, heavy petting, slight dry humping, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

word count: 2.7k

a/n: mini series masterlist can be found here. all notes and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

[7:13 PM] sarah <3: sorry babes something came up so i won’t be back home till later. i’ll see you!

you stared down at the text, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. so much for watching the sunset on the druthers. you typed a quick response, about to turn around and make your way back home before the front door opened. “you trying to break in, y/n?” rafe gave you a once-over, his eyes lingering on your slightly exposed cleavage. you swallowed, shaking your head. “no, i was just leaving actually.” you smiled softly, your cheeks reddening at his intimidating stare.

“why don’t you stay?” he moved over, pushing the door wide open. “i better not, sarah isn’t here-” he stepped out. “she never is, she’s too busy playing poor girl on the other side of the island.” you raised your eyebrows at this. “what do you mean?” you laughed, giving him your full attention. rafe gasped, obviously taunting you at how clueless you were. “she didn’t tell you? she’s seeing some guy named john b and hanging out with all of his friends,” rafe leaned in, “kie included.” he towered over you, the height difference enough to make any girl blush.

focusing back on his words, you were quick to shut him down. “her and kie haven’t talked in years, that makes no sense? and she’s with topper, why on earth would she be seeing someone else?” without telling me about it, you wanted to add. “beats me.” he shrugged, swinging an arm around your shoulders, walking both of you inside. “what did you two have planned?” he kicked the door shut, leading you to the living room. “uhm, we were gonna watch the sun go down on the druthers.” you put your backpack down, rafe taking a seat in front of you.

“that’s the girliest shit i ever heard.” you rolled your eyes, stepping away from him. “of course you’d say that, your idea of fun includes getting drunk and jumping off rooftops.” rafe threw his head back in laughter. “look at you! if i would’ve known you had a mouth on you, i’d provoke you more.” you couldn’t help laughing along, shaking your head as you looked down at your phone. “well it’s kind of pointless now, the sun sets in like fifteen minutes,” you sighed, “i’m gonna head out now, tell sarah to give me a call?” rafe stopped you just as you were picking up your bag.

“i could take you on the druthers..” you paused, quickly declining. “no, don’t worry about it! me and sarah could always save it for another day.” you waved him off, rafe shooting up from the couch. taking your bag from the floor, you followed rafe outside, who ignored every advance of yours to get your bag back. “rafe! really it’s fine please give me my stuff.” you two walked down the dock, rafe turning around to face you. “sarah isn’t going to uphold any plans with you, just get on the boat.” he stepped on first, extending a hand.

“will you give me my bag if i do?” you watched as rafe tossed it behind him. “yeah, but you’re going to have to get on in order to get it.” you smiled, your heart racing as your eyes danced with his shiny blue ones. you took his hand, jumping onto the boat. rafe held onto you a couple seconds longer before starting it up. you’ve been on the druthers plenty of times before, your favorite spot being on the outside, out looking the water. you two fell into a comfortable silence as rafe guided the boat further out, the wind blowing through your hair.. and a little through your sundress.

you looked up, rafe not moving his eyes from where you sat. a part of you felt like you’d regret this later, but you couldn’t find it in you to care enough. slowly bunching up the fabric of your dress, you shivered as it slipped down your hips, and soon enough down your legs. obviously, you were wearing a bikini underneath, but it didn’t stop rafe from swiping his bottom lip with his tongue. minutes later, rafe stepped down, the boat coasting slowly in the marsh. “i guess this isn’t so bad.” rafe grabbed a beer from inside the deck, taking the cap off with his teeth.

“you want one?” he gestured the bottle towards you, scoffing when you shook your head. “that’s gross, no thanks.” you crossed your arms over your chest, your profound confidence dwindling away with each second he stood next to you. as if sensing how shy you were becoming, he handed you the beer, discarding his shirt, revealing to you his perfect physique. god, this was so wrong. here you were, with your best friends brother, both of you in nothing but flimsy pieces of clothing, watching the sunset. “just take a sip.” he sat down, pulling you next to him. “rafe-” he cut you off, “come on, what can one swig do?” he leaned in, his breath fanning your cheeks.

“come on, for me?” that should’ve been the last possible reason to drink, but you found yourself doing it anyways, immediately clearing your throat of the bitter taste. rafe laughed, taking a drink right after you. maybe it was because your lips were just wrapped around the same rim, but watching rafe drink from the same glass as you made your stomach flip in excitement. drawing your attention away from him, you looked at the sky, the orange and purple hues casting a beautiful glow out on the water. “sarah’s missing out right now.” you heard rafe say. “i know, it’s beautiful out here.” you smiled.

“yeah, it is.” he kept his eyes on you, his fingers coming out to move your hair out of your face. you glanced at him, taking the beer. “i guess we could share it now.” you shrugged. he nodded, his hand settling on your thigh. you don’t why you felt like a giddy school girl talking to her crush for the first time, because you definitely weren’t, you were just two years younger than rafe. “truth or dare?” rafe leaned in closer now, his breath fanning your neck. going with the safe option as always, rafe shook his head when you muttered ‘truth’.

“you’re boring.” he tilted his head at you as you hit his shoulder playfully. “no, i’m not. there’s just not many dares you can do on a boat.” you laughed. rafe took his time admiring your rather soft features. he liked the natural shape of your cupid’s bow on your lips, he especially liked how flustered you became once you caught him staring. “there’s a lot of things you can do on a boat.” his voice dropped a few octaves, your breath stuttering lightly. rafe wasn’t a stranger, you knew where he was heading with this, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“okay.. dare.” you watched rafe’s eyes light up, your chest swelling with pride. he looked around, “i dare you to show me what you have in your bag.” rafe watched you get up, staring at your ass when you bent down to grab your backpack from the corner. “alright..” you unzipped it slowly, plopping it down on his lap. “charger, toothbrush, hair brush, pajamas, socks-” rafe grabbed something at the bottom, holding them up to you. “and these?” he ran his thumb over the pink lace, a smug grin adorning his lips. “rafe!” you screamed, reaching out to snatch your underwears.

he got up, putting his arm in the air so you couldn’t reach them. jumping while wearing a bikini that barely did anything to support your tits wasn’t the smartest idea, but neither was letting rafe hold your panties. “rafe, seriously!” you laughed, both of you stumbling inside the deck. he pushed you softly, enough for you to flop down on the couch with a huff. holding your face in your hands, you sighed in defeat. “this is embarrassing, please give them back.” rafe replied with a quick, ‘alright, alright.’ before making you look up at him. stuffing the lacy material in his pocket, he got closer to you, your face practically lined up with his waistline.

“get them.” rafe’s stared at you intensely as you hesitantly reached into his pocket, your heart pounding at the compromising position. refusing to look straight ahead at his navel, you closed your eyes, pausing when you felt the slight touch of something really hard. rafe hissed, his hand cupping your chin aggressively. “i-i’m sorry!” you attempted to get up, rafe pushing you down before you could go anywhere. “i know you’re not stupid,” he hovered over you, his large arms caging you in. “i didn’t mean to,” you scrambled, trying to get your words out so you didn’t look like such a mess.

“i was just trying to-”

“i wanted you to do that.” rafe ran a finger down your jaw, pecking your chin as you rubbed your thighs together at his revelation. “what?” you looked up at him, doe eyed and flustered. “what?” he mocked your voice, laughing darkly. “do you really think i’m gonna fall for that innocent shit?” rafe shook his head. “what are you talking about?” playing dumb was the last bit of reserve you had left. without warning, he cupped your pussy, making you let out a yelp as he pushed your bottoms to the side to run his fingers between your folds. “this is what i’m talking about.” rafe held up his fingers, your wetness glistening under the soft yellow lighting of the boat.

“you don’t have to be ashamed about it.” you watched as rafe took his fingers into his mouth. “sweet just like i thought.” he licked his lips. “i like this too, can’t you feel what you’re doing to me?” rafe ground his short-clad erection right where you needed him most, both of you moaning at the friction. like an icecream cone in the middle of summer, you felt yourself melting away into nothing as rafe trailed kisses up your neck, finally settling on your lips. you were hesitant, but kissed him back nonetheless, your hands coming up to rest on both sides of his face.

“wait,” you stopped him, “we can’t do this rafe.” the guilt was already eating you alive, what kind of best friend were you?. “says who?” he adjusted himself between your legs, leaning his weight on your lower half. your eyes fluttered shut, your clit pressing against the bulge in his cargo’s. “if this is about sarah, you shouldn’t have to worry about nothing, do you really think she’d care after all this time? she’s focused elsewhere.” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair as he did so. “don’t worry about her, alright?” you nodded, all self control leaving your body once rafe pulled down the flimsy straps of your top, revealing the prettiest set of tits he’s ever seen.

“fuck,” he sat back on his heels admiring you underneath him, “how have we not done this sooner?” he picked up your leg, landing a kiss on your ankle. fingers working at the strings of your bottoms, you couldn’t help shying away from him now that you were fully naked before him. “getting shy?” you watched with labored breaths as rafe unbuttoned his shorts, swallowing when you saw his cock straining against his boxers. “no,” you whispered, sitting up to kiss him again. your heart beamed when you felt him smile against your lips, both of you moving eagerly as he pulled you onto his lap, dragging your hips against his hard on.

rafe couldn’t believe this was finally happening. one day, you were his sister’s best friend, strictly off limits, and now that sarah pretty much fucked up your friendship, he had you practically writhing with need. “please,” hearing you beg for his cock was rafe’s new favorite song, the urge to fuck you to tears becoming this primal desire. he didn’t care that he didn’t have any condoms, and he liked that you didn’t seem to care either. pulling you against his chest, rafe wrapped an arm around your waist, the other hand guiding himself to your entrance.

“you sure?” he gazed into your eyes, waiting for any kind of hesitation. answering his question, you lowered yourself onto his cock, gasping at the unfamiliar stretch. rafe cursed, both of you staying still for a moment. “you feel so fucking good,” he blinked, looking up at the ceiling as you took hold of his shoulders, leaving kisses on his chest until you clenched around him, a strangled sound leaving his mouth. “please fuck me, rafe.” you whined, your head falling onto his shoulder. with a kiss to your temple, he held you in place, thrusting up into you. you cried out, rafe grunting with every stroke of your soaked pussy.

you couldn’t imagine how ridiculous you probably looked right now. with rafe fucking you at an unforgiving pace, you felt like you’d bounce off of him at any moment. “goddamnit, y/n,” he slowed down, his chest falling and rising with each breath, “i don’t think i ever want to stop.” rafe laughed, his tongue circling around your nipple, the added pleasure making you mewl. “l-let me-” you couldn’t get the rest of the words out, instead you got up, pushing rafe down so he was laying flat on the couch. “what are you- fuck!” you sunk onto him once more, riding him as his eyebrows knitted together.

“you’re killing me right now.” his nails dug into your thighs, the pain shooting straight to your core. pushing your weight on his chest, you kept a steady rhythm, looking down at rafe as he watched your cunt swallow him whole. “rafe, i’m close!” you winced, your clit hitting his pubic bone. he flipped you over, pinning your thighs down in order to pound into you even deeper. your eyes rolled back at the sudden pressure you felt, the foreign feeling making you lose your breath.

“wait i have to pee,” you tried to push rafe away but he shushed you, splaying a hand over your lower stomach, “no you don’t.” rafe began rubbing circles on your clit, your orgasm hitting you all at once. your mouth was open but there was no sound coming out, the only indication being the violent shaking of your legs. you reached out for rafe, a scream leaving your lips as he continued his movements, rubbing your clit even faster now. “look down, pretty girl, look at the mess you made.” your vision was blurry but you listened to him nonetheless, his lower half dripping with your juices.

“i’m sorry.” you whimpered, your voice shaky as overstimulation started setting in. rafe leaned down, kissing you harshly, “don’t apologize for that.” he shook his head. “hurts, rafe.” he laced his fingers with yours. “give me one more baby, i’m so close.” your eyes welled up with tears, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. with rafe hitting that soft spot inside you, it didn’t take long before you both came together, his face buried in your neck. you stayed in the same position for what felt like forever, trying to catch your breath.

“you okay?” he kissed your shoulder, running his hand down your side. “yes, i’m alright.” you smiled, both of you wincing as he pulled out. “i don’t think i could move.” you turned around, both of you blinking lazily. “well.. we don’t really have to go anywhere.” he leaned in, kissing you softly. you let him pull you close, his warmth providing you comfort. “no, but,” you looked down, “i need to clean up.” your cheeks flushed. “yeah? so do i.” you were brought back to earlier, embarrassment sinking in. “rafe i never did that before, i told you i was sorry!” you hid your face from him.

“why are you apologizing? that just means i did something right.” he got up, grabbing the long forgotten panties from the pocket of his discarded shorts. “i guess these came in handy, huh?” he walked over to you. “come on, let’s shower. we’ll share another beer and look at the stars afterwards, sound good?” he pulled you up, your legs feeling like jelly. giving him a grin, he looked at you expectedly. “well?” rafe supported you against his large frame.

“that’s the girliest shit i ever heard.” you mocked him from earlier, bursting out into laughter as he dragged you to the small bathroom.

[tojipie]

3:30 pt. 2

pt.1

content: dilf toji, slight temp play (?), car blowjob, age gap, fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing

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“is the pistachio flavor even good?”

the older man side eyes you from the drivers seat, taking another bite of the pale green treat in his hand.

the mall parking lot is always quiet just before sunset. you watch as the sky casts soft hues of gold and orange over the corded muscles of his biceps and shoulders.

he’s.. gorgeous you think. even despite the permanent scowl on his face and how comically small the spoon he’s holding is compared to his massive hands.

“what, you wanna try or something?” he asks you, motioning for you to lean towards him.

a large hand settles on the base of your neck as the older man feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb as you swallow down the bite.

toji pops the finger into his own mouth, chuckling with low eyes as he sucks the sugar from his skin.

“messy.”

“shut up.”

“you calling me a liar little girl?”

“hell yeah old man.”

you pause for a moment in spite of the butterflies in your chest, pondering the new flavor.

he scoffs as soon as your face screws up with a sour grimace.

better than whatever the fuck you got.” he laughs.

“there’s nothing wrong with black raspberry!” you say with a light shove to his chest. the older man catches your wrist with his own, pulling you towards his body and placing a playful bite to the junction of your neck.

you shiver hard at the contact, fighting the urge to groan at the feeling of his mouth on you. the beginning of a moan is quickly covered up with a laugh as you pull back.

you secretly hope he leaves a mark, teeth shaped indents in soft shades of blue and green you can run your fingers over later.

“fuck, you ok? cold?” he asks with a chuckle, running his warm hands down your sides. you shiver just as hard at the contact, mentally berating your body for giving your thoughts away so openly.

“sensitive huh.” you practically feel the sleazy grin forming on the older man’s, even without seeing it. you’re currently too preoccupied to focus on anything but the clear shape of his hard cock through his denim work pants.

“wanna park somewhere quiet and help this old man out?”

you’re embarrassed at how fast you nod.

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an animalistic groan erupts deep from within his chest at the feeling of your freezing cold mouth closing around his tip. toji winds a fist into your hair, guiding you up and down his hot length.

the roof of the dodge still lies open, exposing the two of you to the night air. you’re parked as far back as the lot goes, illuminated by what little light the street lamps cast on the two of you.

the seats of the car are pushed forward, giving you room to work in the back on your knees.

“fucking freak.” he mumbles, letting go of your hair to bring a zippo to the end of the cigarette pinched between his teeth. he tips his head back and blows smoke into the air, groaning at the cocktail of stimuli his body is receiving.

the older man pets your head as though to make up for his harshness, humming at the way you try to take him into your throat. toji attempts to ash his cigarette into the soupy remnants of your dessert, blowing more smoke into the evening air.

you release his tip with a cough, a sparkly line of saliva stretches from his cock to your swollen lips.

“mm don’t.” you tell him, leaning down to mouth at the thick vein that runs up from his base

“hm?” he hums absentmindedly, tucking your hair behind your ear with his free hand. a sharp “fuck” rings out as you start bobbing your head again.

“why’s that baby?”

“use the ashtray.” you tell him sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his weeping tip. “cleaner.”

“cleaner huh?” he teases. the older man gathers your hair into a ponytail at the base of your skull, stopping to massage your scalp with deft fingers. he takes a short drag and blows the smoke directly in your face, chuckling at your sour expression.

“wanna take that sweater off for me?” he asks, looking down at you with dark eyes.

you nod, raising your arms as he helps you out of your uniform. you wince at the bite of the night time air on your back, upper half exposed to the world.

toji palms at one of your tits with his hand, pinching your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

“cute.” he mumbles, fixated on the weight of your breast between his fingers.

“open.” he tells you, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it out for you. you stick out your tongue immediately, arching your back to get a better angle.

he slaps the head of his cock on your tongue twice before reaching for your thighs. the slap that lands just below your ass bounces off of the pavement and rings through the lot.

you take him back into your mouth without being asked, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick length. the man above you rewards you by flipping up your already tiny skirt, thumbing the lacey fabric that covers your little slit.

“fuck.” he groans, sinking back into his seat and reaching to stroke his length. ��fuck, i’m gonna bust.”

you whine at the loss of sensation on your pussy but quickly pull back, silently requesting his release.

“ohhh?” he chuckles darkly. “you want it on your face then? you want my seed on your fucking face?”

you nod with a sickeningly innocent giggle, replacing his hand on his length with your smaller one.

you stroke him to completion, gasping at the milky ropes that flow over your knuckles and down the length of your wrist. toji holds you in place with a hand on your crown and slaps his cock against your face, smearing his release over your lips and cheek.

“say thank you toji.” he tells you, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement.

“hm’ thank you toji.”

you press a final kiss to his milky tip.

[rosyjn]

I see you are taking requests, how about rough sex with Jake, because he's jealous? If not that's fine

-🦊

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST. PLS SEND MORE.... aight here we go

DILF jake sully jealous rough seggs SMUTTT (BTW WIREMU IS A MADE UP ASS GUY I JUST MADE HIM UP CUS IM SICK OF PPL USING TSUTEY FOR THE JEALOUSY TROPE LET HIM RESSTTTT)

18+

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in laughter, playfully punching Wiremu's shoulder. He laughs with you, leaning back joyfully. His ikran roars behind him.

"No way!" you exclaim in shock at the story he tells. His braids swing in his face as he turns around to nod at his banshee.

"He confirms it, look" he jokes and gestures at the ikran, who is nodding and roaring, looking over the Hallelujah Mountains. As Wiremu continues his story, you can't help but to think of Jake.

Jake's coldness, the way he scowls at you when you're disobedient. You bite your lip and gaze up at Wiremu, who is rambling on and on. You ponder about Jake. How angry he'll get if he sees the way you're looking at another man, his mad face, how his muscles flex when he yells, you just hope he'll catch you with here with this other man.

Your eyes relax and you look down at the ground, trying to suppress your naughty thoughts. Your throat com chimes and Wiremu's brows furrow. You hold up a dainty finger to your mouth and giggle while trying to shush him. He smiles and stops talking, his ears perking up.

"Aye, Y/N..." Jake's voice comes in, raspy and alert. Your face lights up and Wiremu's pupils contract in fear.

"Yes?" you hold onto the com, staring out into the floating mountains.

"Where are you?" his tone is interrogatory and strict. You hear wind whistling in the back, indicating that he's probably flying on his ikran right now, looking for you. Wiremu looks out into the sky.

"Ayram alusìng," you tell Jake, noticing your friend's panicked look. You take your hand off of your throat com for a second and tilt your head, mouthing a "What's wrong?" to Wiremu. He scratches his head nervously.

"I'm here, shout for me, okay?" Jake's sternness doesn't fade. You look out onto the horizon again, a confused expression spread on your features. The sky is clear, without any mist to obscure your view.

"I must go," your friend shakes his head and hastens towards his ikran. You grab his arm and stop him.

"No-" you begin. You want Jake to see him here with you. You want him to wonder why you were with a man that wasn't him. You want him to get jealous. "Just stay, help me call for Jake, greet him when he comes, and then you can leave," you urge Wiremu.

"Yes, alright," your friend cannot say no to you. He is hesitant to agree to your plan, but he listens. The two of you stay there, standing at the edge of the mountain. Your ikrans screech as you call and click your tongue for Jake, Wiremu joining you.

After about 30 seconds of clicking and shrieking, a dark blue, yellow spotted banshee named Bob flies into view. Jake holds onto Bob tightly and you can feel his intense eyes before you can even make out what he's wearing.

"Come," you grab Wiremu's hand and step backwards, making room for Jake to land on the mountain. You make sure to not let go of the hand until Jake notices. Your hair blows in the wind as Bob's wings flap into relaxation. Out of fear, you let go of your friend's hand. Instincts kick in. Jake doesn't greet Wiremu. He just stares at the two of you.

"I am sorry sir, I was taking her for a friendly-" Wiremu steps forward and lowers his head, quickly trying to clear up the situation.

"She's gonna come with me, thanks for watching her," Jake sighs with disappointment and holds his hand out to you. You scramble over to him and take his hand, and when he feels the warmth on it, he shakes it away, making you frown. Wiremu just nods, he hops onto his ikran and flies away, quickly. He doesn't look back. You watch him ride off into the sunset and turn to Jake, who's also watching.

You put your hands on his shoulder and chest and try to turn him towards you. His stance is strong, so it only results in you positioning yourself in front of him. He doesn't look in your eyes. He doesn't look at you at all. The fantasy that was in your mind just a minute ago has completely disappeared. Now, you are full of worry. Worrying that Jake no longer trusts you, worrying that you are acting out of sorts, worrying about your relationship.

"Y'know, that boy likes you," Jake finally looks down at you to talk. His eyes are sincere and strict.

"I'm sorry..." you push out an embarrassed whisper, staring at the ground in fear of looking in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be with him again," he enforces, his voice getting tougher and meaner.

"I won't," you timidly mumble. Your eyes stay focused on the ground beneath you, while your hands remain gripping Jake.

"But you were," his brows furrow and he tilts his head, an agitation joining his tone. You finally gain the courage to look up at him, pupils dilating in fear. "And you're gonna have to face the consequences," his eyes meet yours.

"M'kay..." you back away from him, waiting for instructions.

"On your knees, slut," he grabs your hair and pushes you down. You squeal in surprise and pain. "I don't need to tell you what to do" his hand never leaves your head as you untie his loincloth, his throbbing cock springing out at you.

You inhale before you take it. You start by lapping the tip, admiring the taste and the shape. You close your eyes and kiss it, teasing him. When he pushes at your head, you know it's time to move faster. You put your lips around the girth and push into it, whining when it hits the back of your throat. But Jake doesn't let you move. He holds your head there, his tip pressing into the back. Your eyes well up with tears and you whimper.

"Mmm," you purr as he pulls your head away, letting you breathe. Your mouth is filled with pre cum and saliva. You stick your tongue out to show him your mess.

"Good, good girl. Lay back now," he smirks. You sigh and lean back onto the ground, pressing your legs together as your pussy clenches around nothing. Jake climbs over you, his erection rubbing up on your body.

"Spread 'em," he orders. You nervously open your legs and he roughly pushes them, making you squeal as he positions himself in front of your entrance. He doesn't talk you through anything. He doesn't even make eye contact when he puts it in. He grabs his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times, before pushing his hips into yours. He thrusts his dick in gradually, inch by inch, making your back arch.

“Please,” you whine and start to pant. His cock stretches you out so well. It hurts at first, but then it feels so good. He grunts at the feeling and you grab his love handles and squeeze.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” he starts to thrust before you can adjust completely and you yelp. You wrap your legs around him and squirm, unable to respond to his question. When he sees your struggle, he fucks you harder. Your eyes clench shut and your cunt pulsates as you moan with each thrust.

“Ma’Jake!” you squeak and your heat starts tightening around him.

“Why were you with that boy? You know he could never fuck you the way I can,” he groans every time his hips rut into yours, leaving slapping noises.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you dig your nails into his love handles, making him hiss and fuck you harder. You open your eyes and your pupils roll back in pleasure. You practically melt under him, your walls clenching his throbbing cock. His breath hitches and he slows down his thrusts. Now, instead of rhythmic, shallow movements, he fucks you suddenly and deeply. You cry out as his tip brushes against your cervix.

“That’ll teach you to stay away from other men,” he exhales and his tail swings your cunt squeezes his dick. You’re seeing stars and shaking under him. Your folds are swollen and puffy with arousal and your stomach takes overwhelming pleasure.

“Jake, I can’t,” you try to pull away as your eyes well up with tears. You weakly push on his hips to get him to pull out. “Can’t take it all, be gentle,” you beg.

“Nah, not until you learn your lesson,” he pants, grabbing you and holding you in place. You tremble and whimper with every movement he makes. He smacks your breast, and you jump, a tear rolling down your face.

“Gonna, gonna cum-“ your voice is small and desperate. You shake and cry under him, unable to control your pleasure. When he hears your words he grabs your hips and pulls them all the way towards him. His tip presses into your cervix and your clit rubs up on his pubic area. You could pass out. The pleasure that takes over you is so overwhelming.

His cum squirts into your womb and you sob out your orgasm, squirting onto Jake’s torso and pulsating around his dick. You try your best to catch your breath, but it feels like you’re suffocating. He groans and throws his head back, riding out his climax. You squeeze him hard with your legs as he pants and watches you, limply trembling on the ground.

“You okay?” he pulls out and sets himself down on the ground next to you, pulling you into his arms. You cant respond. You’re too busy recovering from the sex. He lets you come down from your high, paying close attention to your breath and heartbeat.

“I’m… good,” you close your eyes and try to relax, Jake rubs your back. You let out a “hmph” noise and melt into his embrace.

“Wont be hanging out with Wiremu again, huh?” he teases. You kick your feet and laugh, tucking your head into his chest.

“No, I won’t,” you assure him. He kisses your head and you playfully bite on his chest, trying to leave a mark for the clan to see.

[adore-laur]

DADRRY: PART THREE

— part one | part two

October - Flashback

Leaves from the oak and cottonwood trees are changing color at last. Their shades of varietal greens bleed into marigold and maroon ones to commence autumn in California. The weather is more than adequate when it nears the end of the year, with days never below seventy degrees. Brisk winds blow by the ocean and migrating clusters of monarch butterflies flood orange milkweed with their stained-glass wings, looking similar to the plants they flutter around.

Driving alongside the premature sunset, you press on the brakes and pull into the crowded parking lot of the restaurant. Harry has been setting up and bartending for a wedding's cocktail hour, which he seldom does under his title as head chef. He mentioned before he left that he wanted to talk to you about something important after his shift, so he reserved a table in the dining area where both of you could eat dinner and discuss. Luckily, he doesn't have to work his way into the early morning since someone will replace him once the reception officially starts.

It's Harry's last shift before he's home for an extended period. He managed to save all of his annual vacation days and is free from work for the last month of your pregnancy, as well as the twelve weeks of paternity leave he's allowed once the baby is born. That means four months to adjust to a new reality.

It's difficult to imagine how much convincing it took and the scheduling difficulties he had to come across to get everything sorted out. You're worried the restaurant will crumble without his supervision, but you shouldn't judge his expertise on the matter. He knows what he's doing.

You stroll through the front doors while smoothing the chiffon fabric of your dress that flows over your bump. You have been frequently wearing Harry's shirts ever since your stomach has gotten too large to wear your own, but you wanted to look nice for yourself tonight. It has been grueling trying to accept your changing body, which is why you strive to do little things to take care of your mental state. And even though you've been more concerned about your physical state lately, if something as simple as putting on a pretty dress will boost your confidence, you'll take advantage of the opportunity.

Carefully weaving through the decorated tables, you peer at the bar area built against the farthest wall. Harry's familiar back profile is turned to you as he washes cocktail glasses. His defined muscles shift under the tight, black button-up he wears, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing the tattoos on his forearms. He's also sporting fitted slacks with matching attached suspenders. He's been growing out his hair within the last couple of months, the curls now flourishing past his ears. He always keeps them pushed back with a bandana or headband so they don't fall in his face while he works.

You don't want to be a nuisance and steal a seat from any guests, so you stand off to the side and wait for him to finish his cleaning duties. His bulky rings clink against champagne glasses as he dries them and puts them under the counter. You can hear him faintly whistling along to the music coming from the nearby banquet hall.

Once Harry finishes wiping clean his station, you watch him sneakily take out his phone and start typing something. You assume he's texting you to let you know he's done. He then washes his hands while another bartender walks behind the counter to clock in—they must be the one replacing him. You're not too knowledgeable about who all tends the bar since Harry is usually in the back running the kitchen, but it's intriguing to see him in a different environment nonetheless.

He gives the employee a friendly squeeze on their shoulder before clocking out and heading in your direction. He nearly brushes past you while taking his phone out again, completely oblivious of your presence, and you laugh before stopping him with a hand on his chest. It makes him stumble back with a confused pout, but he soon smiles in surprise when he recognizes you.

"How'd you get in?" he asks breathlessly, kissing your cheek.

"I told the security guards at the gate that my husband works here, and I'm picking him up. If they said no, I was going to tell them my water broke."

He smirks proudly. "Clever. How are you feeling? Baby's good?" He holds your upper arms, and his eyes scan your body as if you've changed drastically since you saw him only six hours ago.

"All good. Just a sore back like usual." You toy with one of his suspender straps. "What about you? It's your last shift for a while."

Exhaling happily, Harry clasps your hand in his and says, "I feel fantastic. Let's go eat, yeah? I'm starving."

He guides you through an open doorway leading to the restaurant's dining area, where the reserved table is. In the back of the room, you spot a candlelit booth with plates, silverware, and two glasses filled with ice water. The water doesn't go unnoticed by you, considering he set a goal for himself to stop drinking alcohol along with you.

A vase of beautiful red roses on the windowsill catches your eye as you sit down. Harry slides into the seat across from you. Only a few other booths are occupied—otherwise, the room is serenely quiet, with the occasional clink of metal and sprinkle of light chatter.

"You look angelic, by the way," Harry says before taking a delicate sip of his water.

"Thank you," you whisper, nudging his foot with yours under the table. "I like your suspenders. They remind me of when you used to be a rookie assistant chef that I'd come to visit. You would wear them under your chef coat with a fancy little neckerchief. I thought you looked so adorable."

"Now I'm old and weathered," he says wryly.

"Well, you're turning thirty soon. Plus, you'll be a dad in a month. Isn't that when someone officially becomes a DILF?" You're not sure why you casually mentioned the acronym over a romantic dinner, but it's too late to retreat now.

Harry's eyes gleam, and he fails miserably at hiding a smile under his scrunched nose. "Pardon? What are you trying to insinuate, darling?"

"Nothing! Never mind,” you backtrack, embarrassed that you ever spoke. "I was only trying to bring up a nice memory—reminiscing, if you will. Forget I said anything."

"I'm definitely not forgetting that. The ugly neckerchief, however..." He laughs at himself. "God, that feels like forever ago. Time flies."

"I thought it was kind of attractive," you mumble around the rim of your glass.

He raises his eyebrows as a warning not to start something you don't want to finish, then clears his throat and sets his forearms on the table. "Speaking of work, that's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. I want you to keep an open mind, okay?"

Your lips downturn in curiosity. Just as you're about to reply, a waiter arrives at the table with a tray of steaming dishes and places them in the center. You had texted Harry what you wanted from the menu after he left this morning, and since he's the boss, everything is free, cooked to perfection, and served promptly.

"Thank you," Harry says politely before focusing back on you. The waiter leaves, and you begin picking at your food to distract yourself from your increasing heart rate.

"Um, did you say work? Did you get a promotion? Is that even a possibility for a head chef?"

You physically see the color drain from his face. "So," he says nervously, ignoring your questions, "the baby's coming soon, yes? Obviously."

"Right..." you reply with a suspicious tone.

Shifting in his seat, he runs a hand through his tousled hair. "Listen, the restaurant during fall and winter isn't as busy as the summertime. You know that. And because of that, I want to be home with you and the baby as much as possible. I will with paternity leave, but once I go back to work my hours will pick up again, and it'll be—"

"Harry, just tell me," you interrupt gently. He has a bad habit of running circles around topics.

He blows out a short breath. "I'm demoting myself. It's in the works that I'll be the sous chef when I return, so that means fewer hours and more time at home."

You're glad you haven't taken a sip of water yet because you almost choke at the admission that left his mouth. Demotion? He has never mentioned that word to you before.

"Can I ask why in the world you would do that?" you ask sharply. You don't mean to sound snippy, but pregnancy hormones, on top of Harry's revelation, cause a pit of unwarranted annoyance to simmer in your gut.

"Love, let me explain." He reaches forward to grasp your hand across the table and squeeze it. "This is my choice. It's final, all right? I'm not going to be working ten hours a day, six days a week while you're at home with our baby. That's ridiculous."

"Harry, what about—"

"Stop while you're ahead because you're going to overthink it," he replies calmly. "If you're worried about money, don't be. It's only a slight decrease in my wage. Everything will be fine."

Your annoyance wins as you slide your free hand down your face. "You realize that we'll need more money when the baby comes. It's common sense. Why would you think cutting your hours and pay is smart?"

Harry scoffs like what you're saying is absolute insanity. He leans in closer so the impending argument doesn't disrupt anyone's dinner, his voice hushed yet stern when he retaliates, "Would you rather me come home every day absolutely knackered and then spend a maximum of four hours with our child before I have to get up to do it all over again? Hmm?"

You shake your head in irritation and stubbornly remove your hand from his. "It's called adapting. It may be tough at first, but it becomes second nature. We just have to wait until the baby gets here to figure out a schedule that works."

Harry falls back against the booth and throws his hands up in frustration. They slap against his thighs before he says, "Do you realize how stupid you sound right now? You're talking about money and scheduling like we're fuckin'—"

"I'm leaving." When you stand, Harry's mouth instantly clamps shut. You don't care that you barely ate your food—you can't listen to him anymore. You're awfully close to lashing out.

Heading the way you came from, you hear Harry's footsteps behind you. Once you're in the parking lot, you groan when you remember that he has to ride home with you since you dropped him off earlier. While you struggle to unlock the car, you see Harry in your peripheral, striding to halt you from going any further.

"I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." His shoulders sulk, and he looks genuinely distraught. "Can we just talk this through when we get home, please?"

Your eyes dance over his defeated expression. You don't have the choice to say no since you live together, plus you promised years ago never to go to bed angry. So, you nod your head, and he gives you a timorous smile before withdrawing to the passenger seat.

As you drive, you give Harry the harrowing silent treatment. He deserves it, especially since he's looking out the window and pouting like a child with his arms crossed. The only sound in the confined space is the air conditioner running and cars zooming past on the highway. Your stomach grumbles, and you feel terrible about leaving two plates of food at the restaurant untouched.

After several minutes of dreadful silence, Harry finally breaks the tension when you park in the garage. He grabs a white envelope tucked in the console and asks, "What's this?"

Oh. You forgot about that.

"Nothing," you mutter, unbuckling your seatbelt.

Harry rolls his eyes and flings it onto the dashboard, then reaches over to take the key out of the ignition to unlock the front door. Seconds pass before you hear a slam and an echo from him shutting the door harder than necessary. It causes you to swallow down more vexation. There have been tiny arguments more often since you got pregnant, and you blame your hormones every time for getting irritated so easily. Harry usually isn't the reason for those heightened emotions, but there are situations when he can be so stubborn that you just want to shake him out of it.

Eventually, you get out of the car with the envelope in hand and head down to the beach for some time alone. It'll be nice to sit by the water and cool down, figuratively and literally. You have an inclination that if you try to hash it out with Harry right now, it will only result in more regretful words.

You reach the private stretch of sand, holding your bump protectively as you decline the wooden steps. It's chilly by the oceanside this time of year, so you grab a towel that was left on the railing from previous evenings and drape it over your shoulders in case you get cold. The October sun has fully set, with orange and pink streaks expanding across the skyline.

You sit down and reflect on the unfortunate escalation of your conversation with Harry. You love him and could never feel an ounce of hatred toward him. He has never given you a reason to doubt anything, but to put his career on the back burner without mentioning it to you is hurtful. You almost feel guilty knowing he made the choice because of you and the baby. You sometimes shy away from being the main priority because you don't want to feel like a burden. In retrospect, it's incredibly thoughtful that he wants to work less to spend quality time with the baby when they arrive. On the other hand, you can't help but worry that you won't be financially secure because of it.

"Hungry?"

Your head shifts to find Harry walking toward you with a spoon and a strange-looking fruit in his hand. It's impossible not to smile when you note the outfit he changed into—banana yellow trousers and an argyle knit sweater. All of his rings are off except for his wedding band.

He's the love of your life and has nothing but pure intentions, so how could you not trust his decision?

"What is that?" you ask, pointing to the half-cut fruit as Harry plops down next to you.

"A papaya," he replies with a shrug. "A blog said at thirty-two weeks, a baby is as big as one of these bad boys. So, naturally, I bought one."

You have to turn your face so he doesn't see your smile. You're not giving him the benefit of seeing you crack from his endearing ways just yet. "You're an unusual man, Harry Styles. Do you plan on buying more fruit for the last four weeks?"

"I already put pineapple on the grocery list," he says unconcernedly as he scoops out a chunk of the fleshy fruit. "Anyway, I didn't come out here to discuss fruit." His tongue sticks out as he takes a bite, the spoon leaving his mouth with a pop before he points it at you. "Still mad at me?"

You internally sigh, knowing it's useless to continue acting like he's in the wrong. "I can't stay mad at you. And I don't know why I got so worked up. I was just being overdramatic."

Harry hums in thought as he swallows another bite. "Expressing how you feel isn't overdramatic. Don't apologize for having those feelings, especially toward me. Yell at me if I'm being a dick, kiss me if I'm being a dreamboat—it’s simple, baby." He finishes his little speech by shoving another spoonful of papaya into his mouth, chewing introspectively while staring at the waves.

"Was it Socrates who said that?"

He plucks your bottom lip with the spoon and murmurs, "You're feisty today."

"Back to the topic," you say before he can proceed. He knows it riles you up when he calls you that. "Money shouldn't have been what my mind first went to. It's still a concern but ultimately, making time for our family is the most important thing. I apologize for freaking out."

"You're forgiven." He scoots closer and holds a spoonful to your mouth. You accept the sweet flavor as he adds, "And I'm so sorry for calling you stupid. Please know that is the furthest thing from the truth."

"We all say things we don't mean sometimes. It takes basic empathy to understand that part of life," you reply. There's no use in acting like you haven't done the same thing in the past.

Harry slings an arm around your shoulders, bringing you in for a warm side hug. "What you said is true, by the way. We have time to figure things out and adapt. Let's enjoy the last month we have to ourselves.”

You nod in agreement and say, "I also want to thank you for being so thoughtful and putting our family first. I trust you with this new chapter in our lives. I don't doubt you at all."

"Don't worry about it," he says with a kiss to your temple. "I'm proud of you for dealing with every mental and physical change these past eight months. And I will always be here for you through the good and bad moments. In sickness and in health, remember?"

You smile fondly and take the white envelope out from under your leg. "Are you in the mood for a good moment with me?" Harry looks confused, but he nods anyway. "When you saw this in the car, it's not nothing like I said it was. It's from when I went to my prenatal appointment a few days ago. I know we decided to find out the gender a month before, so I have the results. I haven't looked at them yet."

Harry's eyes widen, and his mouth parts as he sets the papaya down. "I am not prepared for this. Wait, hold on. Let me breathe for a second." His head tilts up toward the sky as he takes dramatic, calming breaths.

You laugh and set the envelope on his thigh. "Do the honors, Styles. Let's see if your prediction is right."

He picks it up and carefully opens the seal. Unfolding the paper filled with medical information, he quickly skims the tiny lettering to look for the answer he's been waiting for.

"Holy shit," he says, his voice cracking as his hand covers his mouth.

"I'm guessing you're right?" you ask, your eyes watering.

"Girl. We're having a girl. Jesus, I'm gonna cry." He wipes away his tears. "Why am I crying? I was confident it was a girl."

"Because it makes it more real," you say, leaning over to kiss his damp, rosy cheeks. "Now we know for sure."

"Come here, honey. Let me take a look at her."

You sit on your knees between his spread legs. Harry sets the envelope down and lifts your dress, revealing your bump that puts quite some distance between you and him. His hands splay across the taut skin as he leans down to kiss right above your belly button. He gazes up at you under his wet lashes and smiles against your stomach, his dimples carved deep with happiness.

"I love you," he whispers with a sniffle. "I love both of you so much. With my entire soul."

Within the simple moment, everything falls into place.

——

July - Present Day

Everything is falling apart.

Well, not really, but you sure feel that way as you bend over the toilet at seven in the morning and empty your queasy stomach once again.

It's the first Sunday in July, marking ten weeks of your second pregnancy. When you woke up with a wave of morning sickness a couple of hours ago, you noticed something peculiar. As you were rubbing circles on your abdomen to ease the nausea, it appeared that your stomach had seemingly popped overnight. The curve was more prominent and firm, a small bump you must have mistaken for bloating. The bump is pretty much nonexistent in a loose shirt or hoodie, but anything tight will hug it and be a constant reminder of baby number two growing in there.

Dizzily standing, you move toward the sink to brush your teeth for the umpteenth time, then gurgle some spearmint mouthwash to diminish the rancid taste in your mouth. Pots and pans can be heard clanging downstairs as you wipe your lips, and the occasional giggle from your daughter mixes with Harry's theatrical voice, which he puts on whenever she watches him cook.

The smell of sizzling bacon doesn't help the swirling feeling in your stomach as you head downstairs to the kitchen. Their lighthearted commotion grows louder, and you stop to stand in the doorway to soak in your favorite part of Sunday mornings. Harry is in front of the countertop, and your daughter stands on her tiptoes on a step stool next to him, the two of them watching pancakes turn golden brown on the griddle.

He's in full dad mode with tired eyes and an outfit that screams: I have a toddler and pregnant wife at home. In other words, a black button-up with pink flamingos and grey pleated trousers. They don't match whatsoever, but you know he doesn't care.

He voyages around the kitchen, pouring orange juice, dropping chocolate chips into the batter, and ensuring your daughter's little hands don't touch anything hot. Your hand subconsciously holds your bump as you think about how you'll get to see him interact with a newborn again — cradling them, teaching them to walk, pretending to eat their hands and feet. He still does that with your daughter, but it breaks your heart knowing she'll grow out of it one day.

"Good morning," Harry acknowledges with his back turned, halting your daydreaming. How does he always sense your presence?

When you don't say anything, he turns to glance at you while setting a heart-shaped pancake on a plate. Your smile grows wider as you curl your pointer finger to beckon him closer. He gives you a confused look before unplugging the griddle and instructing your daughter not to touch anything on the counter. She'll be too distracted by the cartoon playing on the television to even notice that the both of you will be gone for a moment.

Sauntering toward you, Harry sticks his thumb in his mouth to lick the excess batter off. "What's up, baby?"

"I have a surprise to show you," you whisper, accepting his kisses.

"Yeah? S'it my half-birthday or something?" he asks, his voice still gravelly and slurred from sleep.

"No, this isn't about you," you tease with a pinch to his side. "Come with me."

You grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom just down the hall. Turning the lights on, you stand in front of the mirror and say, "I'm ten weeks today. I woke up with a little morning sickness, but look!" You lift your shirt and turn to the side to get a better angle of your stomach. "It was just pudge before, but it's an actual bump now."

Harry stands behind you and rubs his hands over the swell. "No fuckin' way. You… this happened overnight. I was spooning you this morning! How did I not notice?"

"I don't know. I didn't notice either, and it's my own body." You shake your head disbelievingly and place your hands over his. "I read that women's second pregnancy will have them showing earlier. I guess that's why I popped so soon. Last time, I didn't show until fourteen weeks or something like that."

He hums lowly, pulling you further back against his chest. "I've missed seeing you like this. It makes you glow more than usual." His mouth is by your ear when he quietly murmurs, "Makes me hard."

"You're so naughty in the mornings," you say, removing yourself from his grasp and pulling down your shirt. "C'mon, let's eat breakfast."

Harry whines in protest, gently grabbing your face and turning it toward him so he can nip your jawbone and then lock your lips together. After your stolen moment alone, the both of you head back to the kitchen to enjoy another blissful Sunday morning.

——

Takeout pizza is on the menu tonight. The trunk of the Volvo is open, with blankets and pillows strewn about to create a fort-like space for the three of you to sit in. Harry had driven the vehicle down to the beach so you could watch the sunset and feel the breeze from the ocean.

You get comfortable in the trunk and set paper plates and napkins down. Harry and your daughter are in the beach grass picking the wildflowers that blossom there. Her hand grips bunched stems while her other holds her dad's as they wander. Her precious fruit-patterned dress flows in the wind.

Moments later, they come strolling toward the car with soft smiles. Your daughter clambers into the trunk with your help and hands you a makeshift bouquet of yellow and purple wildflowers.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you say with a kiss to her windswept hair.

Harry places his hands on either side of your thighs and leans in for some of your affection. You peck his lips; they're pink from the strawberry Kool-Aid he made earlier. Before he retreats, he glimpses at your baby bump. He exhales and looks at you with a crooked smile, his thumb stroking the underside of your baby bump.

"Kumquat," he says with a click of his tongue.

You laugh, albeit not understanding. "Come again?"

"A baby at ten weeks is the size of a kumquat," he explains like it's a well-known fact.

"Interesting," you say. "Well, the kumquat is hungry, so get up here and cut the pizza."

Your daughter is oblivious to the conversation as Harry scoots next to you and begins rolling the pizza cutter. His forearm flexes, and the veins bulge when he does it. "Small bites, little lady," he tells her as he puts a slice on her plate.

Reaching behind you, you grab a bottle of sparkly pink nail polish you brought out. "She told me when you were picking up the pizza that she wants you to paint her nails."

Harry nods and pats his lap. She excitedly sits between his legs and waits patiently. After taking the bottle of polish from you, he shakes it when his ringtone suddenly goes off. He juts his lips out as he reaches into his pocket to check the number.

"Hello?" he answers, balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder. He opens the cap and begins painting her nails.

You observe his facial expressions. He has a serious look and frequently nods as he listens to whoever's on the other end of the line. You pluck a green pepper off the pizza and hold it up to him. He opens his mouth and takes it, scrunching his nose as a thank you.

"I'm good for tomorrow? Are you sure?" he asks through his chewing. You hear an unfamiliar muffled voice before he says, "Awesome, thank you. Call me if anything changes. Okay, bye." He sets down the nail polish and hangs up before resuming painting her pinky finger.

"Who was that?" you ask while tucking a wildflower stem behind his ear.

"My boss," he says, licking his thumb and wiping a smudge he made. I don't have to go in tomorrow since there are barely any reservations."

"No sparkles," your daughter blurts before you can reply. Harry freezes and eyes you perplexedly.

"What?" you ask. She points to one painted nail and purses her lips. You gently take her hand and observe it closely — no sparkles are showing up. The polish must have gone bad. "I'm sorry, baby. It must be icky polish. We can take it off and get another one."

It's almost scary how quickly the waterworks start. You exhale as you take the plate from her so she doesn't throw a fit and make a mess everywhere. She's crying and staring at Harry like he's the cause of no sparkles. Well, maybe he didn't shake the bottle enough, but you keep your mouth shut so you don't make matters worse.

Harry grabs her waist and props her in front of him. "We're not gonna start this. Mumma said we can get some more, all right? Behave, or I'm not painting your nails."

You could have predicted what happens next from experience. Her harmless fists hit his chest in frustration as she sobs. Undried polish smears all over his shirt. Harry has always been good at controlling these minor mishaps, so he inhales deeply before lifting her writhing body.

"Early bedtime it is, then," he mutters while walking toward the house.

You begin cleaning up the short-lived dinner. It isn't anything new you've had to deal with, but it exhausts you, especially when she has a tantrum during family time. You take the pizza box out of the trunk, then close it and decide to clean everything else tomorrow. You drive the car to the garage and lock up everything before stepping inside.

After putting the pizza in the fridge, you slowly go to your daughter's bedroom, listening for any crying or screaming. A sigh of relief leaves you when only subsiding whimpers indicate she's done for the night.

Your heart softens at the sight you walk in on. Harry sits against her headboard, his feet hanging past the edge of her tiny bed as he cradles his baby girl. He soothingly rocks her side to side, his eyes closed as he rubs circles on her back. Her heavy eyes are barely open, her tear-stained cheeks smushed against Harry's chest. She's in her pajamas now.

You kneel next to her bed, and she extends her arm, reaching for you. Harry jolts awake, sharply inhaling and blinking open his eyes. His grip loosens when he notices that she wants you. You stand and take her in your arms, her legs hugging your waist. You then sit by Harry's thighs and quietly laugh when you see the residue of nail polish staining his shirt.

Harry lazily grins and clasps his hands behind his head. "It's not funny. I bought this shirt because of her, and this is what I got in return. She's a proper menace."

You squeeze his ankle in good nature before replying, "I wonder where she gets it from."

He gasps in faux offense and grabs your daughter's hand, shaking it playfully. "Mumma's being mean, don't you think?"

She sleepily shakes her head. You raise your eyebrows smugly before smattering her cheeks with kisses until she smiles and tiredly whines into your neck.

Harry yawns before catching your gaze and jerking his head toward your stomach. "Should we tell her?" he mouths.

Your heart rate quickens. You're not too worried that she'll get upset, considering she has asked on a few occasions — as best she could with her limited vocabulary — if she could have a sibling. You think it's time to tell her the news now that you're showing.

As you nod eagerly, Harry swings his legs over the mattress and crouches between your knees. You shift your daughter so she's settled sideways on your lap, then nod again to let him initiate the conversation.

"We have something to tell you, sweetheart," he says, a fond gentleness in his tone reserved only for her. Her head turns away from the safety of your neck. "You know how you've been asking about a baby brother or sister?" She nods languidly, prompting him to ask, "And do you see her belly?"

You situate her next to you so you can lift the stretchy material of your tank top. Harry says, "There's a baby in her belly." He guides her hand to your bump. "Your brother or sister is growing in there."

Her expression is unreadable at first, but then she gazes at you with curious eyes. "Baby," she utters drowsily. She's about one second away from slipping into a deep sleep.

"I don't think she'll remember in the morning," Harry says with a laugh.

You smile dotingly and stand before tucking her into bed. You kiss her forehead and watch her doze off as Harry tells her goodnight, whispering his boundless love for her and sealing his truthful words with a feather-light kiss to both of her cheeks.

Shutting off her bedside lamp, you leave the room with Harry hot on your heels. You're in the process of pulling your tank top down on the way to your bedroom, but before you can reach the door, Harry grabs your hips, stopping you in the dark hallway.

"You can't look this good and go straight to bed," he says lowly, his breath warm and intimate.

"Mom needs her sleep before work tomorrow," you reply with a smirk, keeping to yourself that you wouldn't mind staying up a bit longer if he continues praising you like this.

"Please, baby," he murmurs, his hands drifting dangerously lower. "Just a quick one, yeah? I'll let you do whatever you want to me."

Don't give in, you think to yourself. Make him work for it. 

"Anything?" you ask sensually as his fingers begin to brush along your inner thighs, causing your knees to weaken temporarily.

Harry licks his lips, his tongue poking your neck with the faintest touch. "Don't act like I wouldn't let you ruin me, darling."

You clench your thighs around his hand, and he hoarsely groans against your skin. "But I'm so tired, Harry. It won't last very long if I want to do what I want with you."

"Like I give a shit." He cups your core with his palm, his impatient fingers stroking over the fabric of your silk pajama shorts. "You could give me the sloppiest blowjob ever, and I'd still worship the ground you walk on."

You bite your bottom lip, suppressing the urge to moan. "Will you run me a bath afterward?"

"We can just fuck in the bath instead if that's what you fancy."

You ponder for a brief second. "It would be an easy cleanup. We'd have to do it in the downstairs bathroom, though, and you'd have to be quiet. Think you can handle that?"

"Dunno. Do you plan on making me scream?"

"I could put those suspenders you wore today in your mouth to shut you up."

He exhales a sexy sound, one that reveals you caught him off guard. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You hum and grab his hand, raising it to your mouth to nip at the calloused pad of his thumb before walking down the stairs to the bathroom just around the corner. The porcelain tub awaits, and you turn the knob and plug the drain, water gushing out. The bay window it sits in front of exhibits the endless ocean and horizon view. The sky is fading into starlit blues and purples.

Once the water is high enough and sufficiently warm, you shut the faucet off and begin removing your clothes. Harry enters the bathroom a few moments later and quietly closes the door behind him, flicking the lock. He unbuttons his shirt painstakingly slowly while facing the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

While he undresses, you step into the tub and watch him. He's taking his trousers off now, his exposed back muscles flexing along with his biceps as he shimmies the garment down his legs. His body is truly something from an empyrean vision. Every indent and definition on his skin magnetizes your eyes.

He's entirely stripped when you break away from your reverie, his legs gracefully stepping over the tub's ledge to settle behind you. A muted moan escapes him when his cock rubs against your lower back.

"Already making noise? I haven't even started yet," you tease, leaning into him.

"Can you blame me? I've got my wife" — his fingers glide against your pulsing entrance — "dripping for me already. Absolutely soaked."

"Then do something about it."

Harry palms your clit, and you instinctively bend your knees. "I thought you wanted to be in control tonight."

"Will you be good? You have a reputation for getting antsy and taking over."

His hands travel upwards and squeeze your sensitive breasts. "Yeah? Does that bother you?"

"You know I like it when you're submissive. Especially when you whine for me and try to touch me when you know you can't."

"Go on, then. Take care of your husband."

You turn around and straddle his thigh, your name inked permanently above his kneecap visible through the water. "I'm going to take care of myself first."

"Ride it. You're the only one who's allowed to." His hands try to latch onto your waist, but you slap them away.

"Touch yourself while I ride you."

Harry's tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he exhales heavily. He grips his cock, squeezing and twisting to relieve himself from the throbbing ache. You begin grinding on his leg to relieve your pressure and stifle your moans in his neck, your core slick with arousal as his thigh muscle flexes with each motion. He starts pumping, one arm resting on the edge of the tub. Your hands place themselves on the side of his neck, and your thumbs apply light pressure there, causing him to release a choked moan.

You shush him. "You have to be quiet. What do you need? Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you since you're being so good."

"You," he whispers with a pained look etched on his face. "Need you around my cock. Need you pressed against me. Please, please, please."

His voice dies with each plead, and you cradle his limp head as he fully submits to you. Whenever he begs, you entirely unravel. Your dominant wall crumbles with his whines, and his deep voice always goes a pitch higher to show his desperation for you. His pink lips form solicitous praises and carnal noises of desire. You want to kiss them until they become swollen and numb.

"I know," you say, kissing the scrunch between his furrowed eyebrows. "Fill me up. I'm ready."

Shakily lifting on his thigh, you get Harry to sit up more in the tub so he can line his cock up with your entrance. When you slowly sink, he stretches your walls and hits you deep, a breathy moan leaving your mouth. Your fingers scratch his soft stomach, and your body leans into him as you begin to ride him. Your hand reaches down to squeeze one of his balls, making him let out a guttural moan before you stop him by covering his mouth. His muffled whimpers encourage you to go faster, your stomach pressing into his abdomen with each thrust.

"D-don't want to," Harry stutters through ragged breaths. "Let me come on your stomach. Please. You're so beautiful like this."

Who are you to say no to such a filthy request?

"Are you close?" The question lingers, and Harry seems to be spaced out from pleasure because he doesn't answer. You can feel him throb inside you as he jerks his hips up at a different angle. His glistening chest is heaving, his eyes pinched shut.

"Harry." You cradle his cheeks to bring him back to earth. "Are you there?"

He hears you this time, nodding fervently until, little by little, he slips himself out of you to stand up in the water. You get up with him and sit on the edge of the tub so he towers over you, and he holds his cock and looks up at the ceiling as he comes on your stomach and chest. You hold his free hand to balance him, his legs trembling and his lips pulled inward to stop any moans from escaping.

His warm release drips down on you, and once he finishes, he falls to his knees in the water, some of it splashing over the tub and onto the floor. His hands grip your ankles to put them over his shoulders, leaving kisses up your legs. You spread them more so he can finish you off. You could quickly come in two seconds if he puts his mouth on you.

"Fingers or mouth?" he asks, hair falling over his eyes.

"Mouth. Can I come on you, too?"

He whines against your inner thigh. "Yeah?"

You whimper and nod. Harry immediately latches his mouth to suck on your clit. There's already pressure building in your lower stomach. He moves down to lick inside of you, his nose nudging your clit as his large, veined hands splay almost protectively on your bump.

"Feels so good," you say, placing your hands on the tub's edge to steady yourself. "I feel it. Please don't stop."

He licks a long stripe, not holding back by fucking his tongue inside so deep that it makes you ache. Your legs tighten around him as you clench multiple times until you can sense your burning climax approaching.

"Harry. Please, I need—" You can't finish your sentence because Harry stands up abruptly and hooks his hand under your knees to lift you, carefully stepping out of the tub and sitting you on the rug. It's messy, and it's uncoordinated. However, he's never one to give you a stagnant sex life.

He's cradling you as your body shakes, then lays down on his back so you can fulfill your request. You straddle his torso, your clenching core settling on his abdomen that's deliciously slick in the low lighting of the bathroom. His thumb presses onto your clit, a move that always allows your orgasm to boil over.

Your neck tilts back, and you orgasm. Harry's hands are everywhere — kneading your ass, rubbing up and down your thighs, groping your breasts. You're grinding on his stomach as you ride out the last of your release, your hands on his sternum. His skin is sticky with your arousal, and you eventually collapse on your back next to him in exhaustion.

"C'mere, love," Harry rasps, his arm extended. You're too far away."

You breathe tiredly, your hands resting on your bump. "I can't. My legs feel like jelly."

Harry snorts and sits up with a groan. He quickly unplugs the drain and crawls over to hover above you, leaving a wet kiss on your stomach. His hand blindly finds a towel around and begins wiping you down.

"This is the lamest aftercare ever," you say, laughing. The dry towel doesn't feel nice on your sweaty skin, and Harry's movements are lazy from the physical exertion.

"That's enough outta you," he slurs through his exhaustion, gently wiping your stomach.

"Should I take off work tomorrow?" you wonder aloud. "I want to sleep in."

"Yes," he whispers, grabbing your hands to sit you up. His eyes take in every bit of you. "Look at you. You're gonna be the death of me."

Every nerve of yours seems to tingle at his words. "Hey, remember when I was pregnant last time, and you nearly broke my back during sex?"

Harry cackles way too loud, and you hush him as his hands slap over his mouth. "I was so scared when that happened. But I could only take you from behind because you were ready to pop, so it's not entirely my fault."

"Excuse me? How is that not your fault?" You yank the towel from him and begin cleaning him. "I'm surprised you didn't make my water break with how hard you were going."

"Jesus, you've got a dirty mind. Save it for later, would ya?"

A comfortable silence ensues while you both get up, wrap towels around your bodies, and then head to the bedroom. You pick out one of Harry's shirts and a pair of underwear to wear as he slides into some black boxers. While you ruffle your slightly damp hair, he sneakily picks you up and lightly tosses you on the bed, making you squeal in surprise.

"Gonna take off work tomorrow?" he asks, kissing down your throat.

"Yeah. I'll lie and say my morning sickness is bad."

His kisses move to your cheeks. "And what if it actually is?"

"Then my husband will wait on me hand and foot," you say with a grin. "Feed me soup in bed. Massage me. Kiss me better."

Harry tucks your hair behind your ear. "You know I'd do that anyway, right? Just say the word, and I'll do anything for you."

You stare at his kind eyes and inviting lips. His shadow of a dimple even when he's not smiling. His perfect nose that resembles your daughter's. His cheeks that were meant to be pinched fondly. His bunny teeth that made you fall in love from day one. The love of your lifetime with a soul that shelters a heart overflowing with endless love.

"I love you."

A whispered reciprocation is spoken, and it's all you need in this world.

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[shimonerin]

Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop

Content: You and Iwaizumi walking home together and sharing a soda pop under the early evening sky

Tags: casual intimacy, slight pining, fluff, slice of life

Words: 1.4k

A/N: Was hoping i could write the scene more visually but alas im not that good TvT

The sky was filled with a kaleidoscope of orange, violet, and pink hues mixing together in a perfect gradient sunset. You twisted the key into the knob, locking Seijoh’s court after another long practice. As the team’s manager, the coach entrusted you to lock after every practice, which means you have to stay behind until everyone’s done with whatever business they have inside.

It wasn’t ideal for you to go home so late but on the other hand, Iwaizumi’s presence seems to make your after-school journey less exhausting to the soul. Usually, you’d walk home with Oikawa as well but an emergency came up, and you’re left with his intimidating best friend.

Putting the keys back to one of the pockets in your bag, you turned to Iwaizumi with a small smile “You know you don’t have to wait for me.”

“It’s nothing.” He mumbled, simply staying quiet as he had his hands in his pockets “You ready to go?”

“Mhm-hm” You nodded with a hum, catching up to him as the two of you exited the school gates. The walk home was silent, with only the sounds of birds chirping and the wind blowing against your hair filling the space.

You purse your lips together, thoughts running inside your head and wondering why Iwaizumi is taking the time out of his day to walk with you, even when Oikawa’s not in the scene. You’d always assumed he only tags along because of him.

While you were lost in your thoughts and staring at the wide array of green land and villages just underneath, Hajime would glance over at you every once in a while. You looked…very pretty. Your hair was flying in the cool night’s breeze and your steps were so light, compared to his rather rugged ones.

“Are you done with the reading material?” You casually started the conversation, which made him jump a little bit in his skin. He wasn’t always so good with small talk.

“Uh, no…” He muttered, quickly averting his gaze from you and turned to face the ground “I’ll probably do it tomorrow. It’s not due for a bit anyways.” He says, rather dismissively, but you were used to it. Ever so cool and hot-headed at the same time, softer around you and rough with the others.

You nodded in understanding, tilting your head ever so slightly at him “Yeah? Well, you always seem to get it done one way or another so you don’t have to worry.” You say before lightly elbowing him at the arm in a playful way “If I don’t get it done tonight, I won’t have the energy to do it tomorrow. And the thought of having to cram that by morning sounds horrifying to me.”

Iwaizumi wore a small smirk on his face, looking you over quickly before turning his attention back to the road in front of him “At least you’re disciplined enough. That’ll get you far, you know?”

“I hope so.” You shrugged

He would stay silent again after that, not really sure what else to say. The both of you were always so awkward with each other sometimes, even when you’ve known each other for as long as Oikawa can talk.

You can hear the cicadas tick and the pale light emitted by the fireflies as you come across a vending machine near a fork on the road, stopping you in your tracks.

“Do you want anything from the vending machine?” He suddenly asked in a low voice, focusing on the way you were eyeing the vending machine. You purse your lips and nod as you try to fish out your wallet from the pockets of Seijoh’s university jacket “Yeah, I’m really thirsty.”

“Hold on…” Iwaizumi would reply before he slowly approached you and grabbed his wallet out of his own pockets. He’d look over the colorful variety of drinks inside and try to figure out what you were looking at “What do you want? I’ll get it for you.”

With his back turned towards you and leaning down to look through the options, you were thankful he wouldn’t be able to see the way your face heats up. You exclaimed, taking your place beside him “Hey, I didn’t tell you that you could do that! ”

He paused when you took your place beside him, a lump in his throat forming having you so close to him and giving him a chance to take a whiff of your lingering faint perfume. He grumbled out a response, his back was a little tense as he attempted to straighten it “Just let me get it for you.”

You looked at him with a slightly worried expression on your face “Are you sure?” You asked him, clutching the hem of your jacket against the cold wind.

He could feel his face softening for you before turning it into a small scowl, as if switching back to default once he feels himself slipping away “I said that I don’t mind! So, stop refusing, alright?” He’d scold you with his signature gruff in his voice. You were sure nothing could sway him so you sighed in defeat “Okay, okay. I’ll, uhm, I’ll get the strawberry soda.”

You pointed towards the light pink bottled drink on the fifth shelf. Iwaizumi scooted closer and pressed the buttons for you before hearing the whirring of the machine followed by the clanging of the soda drop on the compartment. He would open the can with a twist of his thumb and hand you your drink “Careful, it’s cold.”

You took the open can from him, your fingers grazing over his “Thank you so much.” You chuckled and looked up at him “Aren’t you getting one for yourself?”

He’d shake his head, escaping your eyes once more “No, I’m fine.” He wished he wasn’t as nonchalant with you as he thought he would be. But, God, he didn’t want to accidentally mess up. He’s not Oikawa, for fuck’s sake.

Your eyes shone like the small sparkling stars in the sky, your smile brighter than any street lamp in this small town. He’d have to catch himself from sighing and instead opted to clear his throat and leaned at the metal frame of the vending machine, looking away.

The fork on the road nearby is where you always split up after walking them home. Tonight, it doesn’t seem like the two of you have any plans of going there yet. The promise of staying within each other’s presence very much filled the air with tense anticipation.

Taking a large gulp of the fizzy pink drink, you heave out a sigh “It’s a crescent moon tonight.” Iwaizumi followed your gaze and noticed just how beautiful it looked. The clouds covering up parts of the moon gives it a rather mysterious charm to it.

It wasn’t as breathtaking as you, though. Somehow, someway, he’d feel himself gravitating towards you more. The way your eyes would adorably squint back at the moon because of your poor eyesight and maybe the way your hair would fall on your bare face.

How could you just stand there and look so…mesmerizing to him. You’re so oblivious to it and it’s annoying him.

“You should get going.” He broke the silence, walking you over to the fork on the road “Wouldn’t want you to miss dinner.”

You sway your hands over to him, shaking your head, your cheeks tinted with the palest pink flush “It’s fine, it’s fine. But, uh, yeah I think it’s getting a little late.”

Before waving you off like he always does, he turned his body towards yours and, unexpectedly, tousled your hair with a soft grunt. The contact ran a tingle up your spine and you found yourself holding your breath in his presence.

Iwaizumi couldn’t feel the words coming out as he wanted them to, feeling it stuck up in his throat. You were waiting and he’s making himself look like an idiot.

His words get stuck in his throat like a dying soda pop, bubbling with no resolution or release. His face burns and his heart starts beating quickly when you look at him like that but the words are just out of reach.

"I'll...I'll, uhm, see you tomorrow, I guess." He'd finally utter out, although in a rather choked up way. His flustered state had you chuckling to yourself but you dare not tease him about it.

"Alright, I'll see you too." You say, waving him off and walking away, but not before looking back with a smile "Can I buy you soda tomorrow?"

A small soft smirk plastered on his face.

"I'll take the blue raspberry one, then."

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

[n0v4t33z]

The Piece of Eight - Chapter of Provia

Pairings: Capt. Hongjoong X Female Reader , Crewmate San x Female Reader (Overall not chapter specific)

Genre: Pirate AU, Romance, historical-ish (not really), Action, Angst, Non-Idol AU

Word Count: 15.2k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions of blood and gore, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Some suggestive conversations?, straight up violence for some of it (HERE'S YOUR WARNING IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF STUFF, SERIOUSLY), blood. Lots of it. ,cursing, war crimes , (let me know if there's anything else)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Author's Note💌: Again, this is a very dark and gory series so please keep that in mind. It had been a while since I last re read this chapter and tbh I did add alot of stuff but I also cut alot of stuff from it too mostly Hongjoong's background because I decided I'm going to use it in later chapters instead. So anyway this chapter is going to be the last one before I go back to The Syndicate. I'm hoping you enjoy this in the meanwhile. (there's a few minor mistakes but I'll fix them at a later time) - N🌙

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The cold crisp air gently blows making my hat almost fly off my head stepping out of the ship and onto the deck but just in time I’m able to hold it on my head. “God, why is it so cold?” Wooyoung laughs rubbing both my arms trying to warm me up his soft black hair tickling my cheek from him leaning in so close “I thought you said you liked cold climates?”

I turn my face back at him pushing his hands off of me “I do but this is too much” I point over at the railings of the ship “Look, it’s so cold there’s literal icicles here.” I glance over at the horizon and groan looking at the mountainous terrain.

Although beautiful, seeing the snowy tops of the mountains, makes for one very hard and treacherous trip which makes me all the more nervous.

San walks up behind me and pokes my sides causing me to jump “Stop! It’s cold! You’re making it worse, skirt chaser!” San chuckles and when I turn back to face him I see his now bright pink hair slightly blowing in the wind while giving me his signature dimpled smile. “How’d you know it was me?”

I scoff and roll my eyes at how obviously dumb his question was “What kind of dumb question is that? It’s obviously because you’re the only one who does that..” San stuffs his hands in his pockets stifling a laugh and gently nudges my arm with his elbow “I know, I just wanted to annoy you one last time before you go.” I give him a small smile and roll my eyes. He’s so annoying.

“Geez it’s so cold, I always forget how cold Provia is until I actually come back.” Yeosang steps out rubbing his hands together and shoving them in the pockets of his blazer, his now black hair peeking out from under the wide brim hat he happens to be wearing.

“You’ve been here before?” He nods “Yeah, once years ago before I joined Hongjoong and another not too long ago with Hongjoong.” I slightly raise my eyebrow “Wow, that’s nice. It’s my first time here and so far it’s beautiful but the climate is a bit questionable seeing how ruthless it looks”

I reach for my gun to make sure it was loaded and I have enough ammo then let out a long sigh “It’s time for me to go..” 

“Well in that case, I’ll see you later yeah? Take care." Yeosang gently pats my back while I put my gun back into my holster “Sure thing. I’ll see you in a few days.”

Wooyoung walks over to me and puts me in a playful headlock knocking my hat off my head “Wow you’re leaving already? So early?” I pick up my hat and poke his side. He lets out a loud yelp and he lets go of me gently patting my shoulder.

 “Yeah, Captain wanted to go early so we reach Provia before sunset.” Wooyoung hugs himself trying to keep warm putting is hands under his arms “I wouldn’t be surprised it’s because he wants you to kill someone.” I shrug “I don’t know he didn’t tell me but I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case, he just told me to get ready and be well stocked with ammo. I honestly don’t have a very good feeling about this since it’s just me and the Captain.” 

San furrows his eyebrows resting his elbow against the railing of the ship “Just you and Hongjoong? Seonghwa isn’t going? Are you worried?” I let out a small laugh “Uh yeah, I’m worried about the Captain since it’s my first time out with him and Seonghwa won’t be coming along to guide me.”

San gives me a small smile “You’ve got this.” Wooyoung smirks and reaches over to squeeze my cheeks together with one hand “ See ya in a few days.” I grab his wrist and pull it away from my face “That hurts, you weasel!” Wooyoung turns away laughing holding on to the railing from laughing so hard.

I nudge Yeosang "So where's everyone else?" He looks over at the icy landscape and says "Ah they're asleep. Seonghwa fell asleep in Hongjoong's room, I know this because he told me he wasn't going to sleep in the crew chambers last night."

Yeosang leans in and lowers his voice to a mere whisper "Hongjoong couldn't sleep last night and so he stayed up with him." I nod with a slight frown on my face. Is Hongjoong okay? Is he scared? Nervous?

“Ready?” I jump seeing Hongjoong standing there his notable all black trench coat ensemble complete with leather gloves and his wide brim hat. He stands there waiting for me at the ramp lightly tapping his boot on the deck floor.

I wonder how long he’s been standing there, how odd he didn’t even say anything.

“Ah, yes Captain.” I turn back to Yeosang, Wooyoung and San waving goodbye “I’m going, see you guys! Tell the others I said goodbye!” I speed walk over to Hongjoong and we both walk down the ramp “Our horses should be over by the city, I'm not risking any of mine.” Hongjoong muttered.

I nod and stay quiet for a few moments until I decide to blurt out “So what exactly are we doing here?”  Hongjoong walks in silence resting his hand on the holster of his gun while he walks .

“I need to know what I’m getting myself into. I need to know how to protect you Captain. My apologies for not dropping it but I can't be left in the dark.” He chews on his bottom lip then he slowly exhales resulting in his frosty breath making an appearance “I’ll tell you when we get our horses.”

“Why?” I ask slightly confused as to why he's become so secretive all of a sudden. Honjoong turns in my direction and sternly utters “Don’t question me, just listen. and be quiet.”

I look ahead and roll my eyes. Why is he being like this? I’m literally stuck by his side what’s his deal? I need to know what’s coming to prepare for my surroundings. I can't go in blind.

After walking for a little bit we arrive at the small city by the shore and we pick up our horses. Once we get on them we ride in complete silence through the frosty forest until I break the silence once again “Okay tell me what we’re doing now and why we’re keeping it a secret.”

He looks over at me for a few seconds then looks forward again hiding his eyes with his hat “It’s not a secret I just need you to help me get rid of someone for me. I couldn’t tell you because I wasn’t sure if you’d back out on me considering it’s your first time and I didn’t tell anyone on the ship simply because I didn’t think it was necessary.. ”

“Okay, so who is it?” He looks ahead onto the terrain ahead of us and without hesitation he says “Jaques Norwood, He’s an executive officer of the Provian military. A very problematic one at that.”

Intrigued, I raise my eyebrow “How come?” He stays quiet for a few seconds staring off into the icy trees ahead of us then answers flatly “I'm not going into detail but he’s one of the reasons I lost everything I had at one point in my life. ”

Hm, not going into detail? I wonder if it's because it's painful for him to remember or maybe he just doesn't want to come off as vulnerable to someone he doesn't know very well. Which I understand.

Unable to form any words I hum softly and Hongjoong continues “So I need you to assist me. Seonghwa being a male unfortunately I won’t be able to get as close as I want to, but you being a fresh faced woman and all I’m almost positive he’ll give in pretty easily.”

Ew, he’s going to have me flirt with a possible disgusting old psycho? “As much as flirting with an old guy sounds funny, is the point of this to distract him?”

He briefly glances over at me “Correct.” I nod then I suggest “How about I do the job for you and you can just go back to the ship? Sounds easier. Safer.”  Hongjoong stays quiet almost like he was thinking whether to stay or leave “Don’t worry, I will not disclose to anyone who I’m working with.” I give him a reassuring smile and he lets out a sigh.

“I’m not letting you go alone.” I furrow my brows and slightly tilt my head “Why is that?” He shrugs “Because I said so.” I roll my eyes. Isn't he stubborn. “Captain you’re making this more complicated than it has to be. Go back. I promise you I’ll get rid of this person. I just need to know you’ll be safe.”

He abruptly stops his horse. Did I finally get through him? It’s like he only listens when I make it obvious I care for him. How funny. He turns to me and softly chuckles “You’re very kind y/n, but I think it’s best this remains a team effort.”

Definitely not looking forward to hanging out with that old fart, but what Hongjoong says goes. I nod in silence gently biting the inside of my lip, unfortunately worry must have been written all over my face because then Hongjoong follows up with “Don’t worry about that man, I know what you’re thinking and he won’t get the chance. I promise you nothing is going to happen, I just need you as a distraction.”

I glance over at him reassuringly “I trust you then..” He curves his lips into a smile and continues “Good, that means you and I will part ways here and we will see eachother again in the city. Meet me at the Twelve Rabbit tavern.”

My eyes slightly widen “Wait, why?” He checks behind us as if making sure that it was just us “They’ve got eyes everywhere, and if they see you arriving with me they’ll know we’re up to something and it will be nearly impossible to get close to Norwood. ”

“Okay, but how else are you going to get to the main city?” He points east “I’ll have to take the long route since I need to pick up a few things on one of the outer skirts of the main city but I promise I’ll be there. In the meanwhile try to blend in as much as possible.”

I look over at Hongjoong and Salute “Aye Captain!” He chuckles and begins to steer his horse east and I yell out “Take care!” From a distance I see him nodding in acknowledgement with a smile. I sit there for a few minutes watching him until I decide to begin heading towards the main city to make it in time.   

After a few hours of a quiet ride to Provia I eventually arrive to the gates. There is some sort of ceremony or a public event coming up judging from the amount of people coming in and out of the gates. Which is quite alot, unfortunately I have another problem which is that I don’t know what this Jaques Norwood looks like.

I tie my horse onto a tree close by the main gate, now the problem is sneaking in. Ironically I happen to see a merchant wheeling in hay and I pretend to walk behind the huge cart full. I turn around to look behind me and notice there were two merchants behind this one. Dammit.

“Hello gentlemen, can I get a quick favor?” I give them a curt smile and pull out a bag of golden coins slightly dangling it in front of me. Both men stare at me then the younger one with the fur hat speaks “Depends, how much is that?” I look down at the bag then shrug “About 600 crescents..Probably more though.” The man on the left with the hat looks at the older man to his right with the long beard and both nod in agreement. The man with the long beard then speaks “What do you need child?”

I look at the line very slowly moving ahead of us and put my hands together “Can you please let the guards know I’m guarding your cargo?” The man with the fur hat furrows his brows then I continue “I just need to sneak in and see my mother is all, please..”

The bearded man sympathetically looks at me and nods “Alright, go ahead as long as you fulfill your part of the deal.” 

I quickly retrieve my horse from the tree near the entrance and ride my horse to position it behind the two men’s cargo. Just as we get closer I happen to look down and notice my hourglass pin on full display. Shit.

I awkwardly pull my hair forward and I let out a sigh of relief. I almost fucked that up big time, I really am very nervous and it shows. God, I wish Seonghwa joined us. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so damn clueless.

By the time I snap out of my thoughts it’s our turn and the two guards up by the gate sported the same uniform which was a dark blue thick jacket lined with black fur and a black fur hat with flaps covering their ears. The crest of Provia being on the front part of the hat.

On one of their hips they had a long needle thin sword and one of them also carried some sort of big gun, not one that I recognized though, must be new. The one with the sword holds a notepad and the other one with he gun walks up to the men’s cargo and begins to carefully inspect “What is this?”

The older bearded man then responds “It’s fish sir, we’re fishermen.” The soldier hums and begins to walk towards the back in my direction. He looks at me and narrows his eyes suspiciously then says “Are you with the fishermen?” I nod “I am, I’m guarding their cargo.”

The soldier looks under the tarp of the wagon then looks back at me while the soldier behind him writes stuff down. “What’s with the clothes?” I shrug “It’s all I could find in Shiva that was warm.”

He looks over at the soldier behind him and both exchange odd looks then stares back at me for a good while until he harshly taps the wagon and yells “Clear!” The soldiers keeps their eyes on me until we finally move past them and into the city. I then ride ahead and thank the fishermen for their help and toss the coins over to them.

While I ride around I see all the different shops from butcher shops to weapon shops. Hm, maybe I’ll go in there later. My eye is immediately caught by a beautiful blood red dress.

So pretty, unfortunately I don’t think I’ll be able to wear that for my meeting with Jaques. Or can I? An evil smirk appears onto my features then I shake my head.

No, I can’t because I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull it off considering it’s my first time doing this I shouldn't get cocky. I glance over at the window again and look at the beautiful red dress. I feel like if I appeal to this man I can bring Hongjoong a memento I just have to be close enough to be able to do that. Fuck it, I’ll do it. Maybe it'll work.

I enter the store and the store owner greets me “Hi, what can I help you with today Miss?” I make sure my pin is hidden and smile “I’m looking for a nice dress and a hood. I heard this place makes really good ones.”

The store owner nods and walks out from behind the counter “I see, is it for the pinning ceremony of Jaques Norwood?” I brightly smile “Yes, that one...”

She leads me over to where alot of dresses were and none of them seemed to catch my eye because I kept thinking about the one on the window. “How much is the one on the window? The red one, it’s gorgeous.” She smiles “Oh, that’s a new one! That’s 2,800 Crescents, a cape is included with it which is why the price is a little steep ”

Oof she’s right a little steep but I have enough money on me so I’ll be fine. Got to look my best so I'm sure Hongjoong won't mind me spending it. “I’ll take it!” She clasps her hands together excitedly “I’ll package it for you right away Miss.” before I head over to the counter another red satin dress with puff sleeves catches my eye.

This will be my going out dress. After paying for both dresses and a beautiful black fur jacket I manage to get a room in the nearby tavern Hongjoong talked about. I drop off my new dresses and my other stuff off and head over to the bar area of the tavern.

Hmm I’ve never been to a tavern but I’ve heard about them from what my grandfather has told me I think I once heard him talk about him and his comrades getting a drink called the “corpse reviver” which sounded kind of scary now that I think about it.

As soon as I sit down a well dressed older man says  “Hello welcome to The Twelve Rabbit Tavern, is there anything that interests you?” I adjust myself in my seat “A corpse reviver please.”

His eyebrows slightly rise then gives me a soft smile “A hard day huh?” I shrug “Just exhausted.” He nods then hands me my drink, it looked a bit like lemonade. Maybe that’s why grandpa likes it so much “Please enjoy. Say, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around here.”

I take a sip of my drink which surprised me how strong it was. I try my absolute hardest to keep a straight face “I’m just traveling.” The old man notices the awkward facial expression I make and says “Too strong?” I nod while my body shakes a bit involuntarily from how strong the drink was and the old man laughs “Don’t worry, I’ll get you something a little easier to drink.”

I don’t understand why my grandpa would drink something so disgusting it doesn’t even taste edible, then again I’ve never had alcohol in my entire life. Just never really interested me in all honesty why spend money on a disgusting drink when I can drink a delicious cup of coffee or juice.

The old man turns back to me and gives me a drink that was a beautiful orange gradient, it looked almost like a sunset which was almost too pretty to drink. “Here you go, this one should be much more palatable. I went easy on the liquor.” I take a drink then I nod and give him a smile “Thank you, it's perfect.”

The man begins to clean his work space with a rag “So, are you here for the pinning ceremony? It seems these days alot of people are arriving here for that. Including the Piece of Eight.” My heart stops and I look down and notice the hourglass pin on my chest was showing then I cover it with my hair.

“They’re looking for Kim Hongjoong as we speak. They know he’s here and they’re onto him.” My stomach drops and my hands get a bit clammy while the man continues “The thing is, that man is a man of the people. So if you need help with anything just let me know and I’ll be of assistance.”

This is still dangerous, what if he sells me out or something. What if he's lying? I’ll make sure to keep tabs on him. I take another sip of my drink “Did you meet with my Captain? Is this why you know we’re even here?” He shakes his head “No, but you’re proof they’re here. I can tell you’re very new to this so I’ll tell you now that the military will be very strict at the pinning ceremony. Which is why I suggest you fake being a socialite from a far away country to lift suspicion if you’re going to go. The more obscure the better.”

Ah, now I see why Hongjoong loves to be in good graces with the people. It makes things a hundred times easier, he’s smart. I look over at the other people in the tavern then look back at the old man “Why are you helping me?”

He dries a glass with another smaller rag and he smiles “Because thanks to your dear Captain my wife was able to get treatment and recover from a bad illness. So the least I should do is help you.” My eyebrows raise “Oh wow.”

I notice the old man looks behind me then says in an even lower voice than before “By the way, Jaques frequently visits the Ivory Bell tavern in the military district of Provia. You’ll know who he is when you see him, he sticks out like a sore thumb from the rest.”

He points at the pin on my chest and i turn around to see it was a Provian policeman then I carefully remove the pin and put it in my pocket and get up extending my hand “I’ll get going now, your name is?”

He smiles and shakes my hand “Theo.” I nod and hand him my money “I’ll see you later Theo.” I casually walk past the Provian Policeman and walk outside.

After a little while I find the Ivory Bell Tavern and of course it looks like something owned by the government, pretty pristine and expensive looking. As soon as I enter I notice a lot of military men, a few with some female companions.

By the bar chairs near the bartender I notice a man wearing a high ranking military uniform which was dark blue with his decorated medals and pins. His dirty blonde hair neatly put into a combover and icy blue eyes. He was wearing glasses that were silver rimmed and complimented his features very well which made him look very important and intimidating.

So, I’m guessing this is the guy I’m looking for. I sit down next to him and tell the bartender behind the counter “Hello, can I get a corpse reviver?” I need to look cool, luckily now I know what to expect. The blond man turns to me and smirks “You must have had a tough day.” I nod “Yeah, work has me like that unfortunately ”

  His eyebrow rises “Really? What’s your occupation?”  I turn to him and smile “I run my father’s tavern in Sheba. I’m here on a business trip.” He takes a drink from his amber colored drink “Maybe If I ever stop by Sheba I’ll stop by at your father’s hotel. What’s the name?”

The bartender brings me the dreaded lemonade colored drink “The Devil’s Cradle” I smirk and take a small sip only this time I manage to mask my disgust and manage to keep a straight face “Sounds very nice, I like the name. “ I trace my finger around the rim of the glass and smile “Yeah, it’s so nice you’ll sleep like a corpse or so that’s what our patrons have told us.”

He chuckles and extends his hand reaching for mine and gently kisses the back of my hand “How rude of me. I’m Jaques Norwood, what’s your name?” Got him. I push a strand of hair behind my ear and smile “Ah, so you’re the star of the pinning ceremony in a few days? I’m Scarlet Frost by the way, nice to meet you.”

He smirks, his blue eyes piercing into my soul. “You have such a beautiful name, something that’s very hard to forget.” I take a sip of my drink “Hard to forget indeed.” He pushes his glasses up “So are you being accompanied by anyone?”

I take another sip of my drink trying to concentrate on not spitting my drink out. I just hope I don't get drunk then I'll be fucked. “Nope, I’m here alone unfortunately. The attendant that usually accompanies me couldn’t make it this time due to his wife being in labor so I just told him I wouldn’t mind making the trip by myself.”

His cold blue eyes attentively look at me while holding onto his drink slightly making my hands a bit clammy. He was attentive to what I was saying but is he examining what I'm saying to see if it's credible?

“Father was hesitant about it at first but he eventually agreed since we kind of had no choice because he's sick.” He gives me a concerned look and says “Wow, you’re one brave woman to be traveling alone. Your father must be proud to have such a thoughtful daughter. Are you not afraid? Especially nowadays when the scum of the sea are constantly terrorizing and killing people”

I sigh and look down at my drink “I am a little bit but I’ve honestly have had my fair share of horrible people, so as scary as those seamen are it’s going to take alot more than sea bandits trying to rob me in order for me to stop helping my father.”

He chuckles “What a woman, you know. Not many are as hardworking and strong like you. Even so, part of me wants to protect you because you must have been through alot considering being a woman who travels alone isn’t usually very easy..”

I let my eyes lose focus and the man’s face turns into nothing but a blurred mess for a few seconds until I re focus my eyesight. God I feel weird, I think I'm getting drunk.. or tipsy?

"Oh Mr. Norwood you’re very kind-" he gives me a soft smile and says "I know, I'm coming off too strong. I'm very sorry about that Miss Frost, beautiful women are indeed one of my weaknesses."

“Alright, you win.” I giggle and gently pat his arm. He notices this and his ears slowly turn into a soft shade of pink. I think I've got him. That's good right?

After about an excruciating two hours pass by of sitting there and chatting with this man like my life depended on it I finish my drink and get up “I’m getting a little tired I think I should go, I’ll see you around Mr. Norwood.” He grabs my hand and gently pulls me back towards him “We should see each other again sometime? I really do enjoy your presence.” He gently strokes the back of my hand with his thumb. I smile, my ears turning red from the attention “Of course, I would love to meet you again.”

He brings my hand up to his lips and gently kisses the back of my hand and pulls out an invitation from his breast pocket and hands me the dark blue invitation with a silver wax seal on it the crest engraved in the seal being the Provian crest.

“Tomorrow at 2pm?” I nod pressing my lips into a slightly nervous smile and take the invitation. The man looks into my eyes with his icy blue eyes, the feeling being almost overwhelming knowing Hongjoong is not going to take this man lightly. “You need me to walk you back to your tavern? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t walk alone so late.”

I shake my head shyly covering my face with the invitation “Oh no, sir it’s okay I really don’t want to be a bother.” He gently rubs circles on the back of my hand ”Nonsense, a beautiful woman like you is no bother. The streets of Provia can be a bit frightening at night and it’s no place for a lady like you to be out.”

I smile and gently rest my free hand on his knee “I promise you no one will mess with me, I’ll head home quickly..” He nods understandingly without breaking eye contact “I understand but it still doesn’t take away that I’m a bit uncertain letting you go alone can I at least walk you halfway?”

Fuck.. Maybe I should agree just in case. I nod while I give him the sweetest smile that’s humanly possible. How was it this easy?  What the heck?! Maybe he knows!? “Of course Mr. Norwood.” He gives me a small and knowing smile almost like he was proud of himself. “Alright Miss Frost, let’s get you home so you can rest.” Jaques and I pay the bartender for my drink and step out.

Outside I look around to make sure no one weird was around since it was quite dark now. Jaques turns to me and reassuringly pats my shoulder “Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll protect you.” He takes my hand and laces his fingers in between mine. It’s been a while since someone’s been interested in me , let alone held my hand so it felt almost foreign to me seeing a man be so gentle.

Suddenly I get this strong feeling that I’m being watched, how odd. I didn’t see anyone following me this whole time so why do I feel like I’m being followed? Is it perhaps Hongjoong?

As soon as I hit the halfway mark to our destination I gently tug on the tall blue eyed man’s jacket and come to a halt “Well, it’s time for me to go Mr. Norwood.” He pushes a few strands of hair and gives me a worried look “Are you positive you don’t want me to walk you back pretty girl?” I nod “I’m positive, you should really get going anyways because you’ll need that rest for tomorrow.”

He silently nods for a few seconds “I’m looking forward to seeing you again Miss Frost. Goodnight.” I smirk “Yes, I as well Mr. Norwood have a good night.” He gently kisses the back of my hand again and watches me walk away. I could feel his eyes piercing into my back giving me slight goosebumps, once I turn around again to wave goodbye I force a smile.

In return a small smile paints the blonde man’s face and for some strange reason I get slightly nauseous so I turn away terrified I might make a weird facial expression that gives me away luckily I'm almost positive he didn't notice.

When I arrive back to the tavern and head up to my room I sit on the bed and think about what exactly this Jaques dude had to do with the Captain. What is his connection and why does he want him dead?

I know he told me he was a reason why he lost everything but what I want to know is what that reason is but I guess it’s all in due time since Jaques never mentioned anything regarding his work in the military no matter how many times I pressed on the matter. 

On the day of the ceremony I get ready for it by putting on the beautiful red puff sleeve red dress with a sweetheart neckline and some drop ruby earrings and necklace. For my hair I settle for a pretty updo with red crystal flowers all over my hair. When I look in the mirror I smile “I’ll get you that pretty little medal Captain, after all it's you who deserves it the most.”

The pinning ceremony is in the main city square theater and there was a lot of people there, most of them looked important which makes me even more uncomfortable because I think it’s best I steer clear of them. So I sit at the perfect distance to where I could still see but not be too close.

Unfortunately for me this is when I realize how boring these things are and how lucky I am to at least be sitting in here and not outside in the cold. After about an hour of them blabbing on and on about Mr. Norwood’s accomplishments I hear one thing that sticks out to me and it was “Social Cleansing of inmoral people in possession of an illegal artifact” How are they glorifying that?! This is a crime, why is this being celebrated? This has to be related to Hongjoong.

Now I know why he wants him dead, it’s because instead of him getting punished by the government he’s getting praised for what he’s done. I stare at Jaques and the General up on stage I look around notice how happy everyone is, this has to be a sick joke.

No way in hell are people actually encouraging “social cleansing” regardless of what they're in possession of, unless they’re just blindly following their beloved military “heroes” thinking evreything they do is a good thing or they just straight up have no clue what it means. 

Throughout the ceremony I stand there contemplating if I should end them right at this moment, regardless of the amount of military personnel in the area. My mind is stuck in an endless loop of contemplation and anger where I completely ignore what is being said on stage.

After the ceremony I notice Jaques taking pictures with his new medal with the general of the Provian military. This time I reach inside my purse and clutch onto the gun tightly. What’s really stopping me from killing both of them right now?

It would be so much easier but not satisfying enough, besides this is Hongjoong’s kill and he instructed me to be a distraction not kill. “Scarlet! Over here!”  I see Jaques walking towards me so I let go of the gun and leave it in my purse.

He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles “Wow, you look beautiful. Red really suits you very well.” I force a smile and smooth out my dress with my other free hand “Thank you Mr. Norwood.” He begins to pull me in the direction towards other military officers “Come meet my superiors.” I stop and shake my head “I want to be with you though not them, besides they kind of make me uncomfortable because of how i'mport they are. I don't want to accidentally say anything weird..”

He smiles and and gently caresses my cheek “You’re so cute, they can be intimidating at times but I understand. They make me quite uncomfortable too. We can be together for a little but then I have to go just for a bit because I have a meeting with the lieutenant colonel and the brigadier general about the Piece of Eight being here in Provia. Please do me a favor and hide if you see any of those nefarious pirates.”

I almost let out an audible gasp but manage to suppress it by covering my mouth. Hongjoong is here in Provia already? Is that why I felt like someone was watching me? Could it have been him? I slightly stutter “Pirates? Here in Provia?”

His face goes serious “Yeah, one of the Provian policemen saw Kim Hongjoong last night.” My heart stops and almost jumps out of my throat.  “What’s wrong Scarlet? You look pale?” I shake my head silently then he gently lifts my chin and looks into my eyes with those soulless blue eyes. I really hope Hongjoong is okay “I promise you’ll be okay. He won’t hurt you.” 

Of course not, but he'll hurt you. “Of course, I trust you. I’m just a bit spooked. I’ve heard many stories about him.” He presses his lips onto my forehead "You don't have to worry about him Scarlet dear, the military is looking for him as we speak. Not to mention you're with one of the best here in Provia so you're safe with me."

He pats my head and gently rubs his thumb on my cheeks “I’ve got to get going, I’ll see you at 8pm for the masquerade ball tonight okay?” I force a smile and nod “Of course, I’ll be there. Take care Mr. Norwood.” He gently kisses my forehead and makes his way in the direction of his superiors. I wait until I see Jaques completely out of sight and begin to walk back to the Twelve Rabbit.

When I arrive I look around for Theo and sit at the empty side of the bar where he walks over to me and just like every other time I meet him he politely greets me “Miss, hello. What would you like?” I sit there and think for a few seconds “Coffee?” He chuckles and turns towards the back “Right away.”

While he’s gone I make sure no one else sits near the bar area so when he comes back he gently sets the warm cup of coffee in front of me with a few cookies next to it. Immediately I lean in a little close to Theo “I need your help Theo.” He looks at me waiting for my request and I continue but this time in a lower voice than before “I found him, please cover for me once I leave tonight.”

He gives me a worried look and before he can say anything I shake my head “Don’t worry you won’t be in trouble. Just change the name of the log on my room, and if they ask you for a description throw them off by giving them one that looks nothing like me. That’s all, I’m sure the Captain will pay you for your help.”

The old man gives me a warm smile “There’s no need, don’t worry. I’ve already changed the name on your room’s log.” I smile and mouth the words “Thank you” I slide my payment onto the table and take a sip of my coffee and taking the cookies with me.

I need to see where this will all take place unfortunately I have to walk all the way back to the military district. It’s weird, that feeling of being watched comes back making me look around but to no avail I didn’t see anyone suspicious. Just Provian people minding their business.

This is honestly getting on my nerves now, this feeling is just unsettling because I don’t know if it’s an enemy or not. So when I walk past a sketchy alleyway someone pulls me by the wrist and covers my mouth pulling me towards them. I knew someone was following me.

My back rests against their chest so when my instant reflexes kick in I elbow and punch said person whom lets out a yelp and falls to the ground. I glance at the person and I realize it was Hongjoong. Oh shit. I gasp and help him up.

He was coughing quite hard and I felt bad so I kneel over and pat his back my hand gently resting on his chest “What the fuck are you doing here?! You told me to meet you at the Twelve Rabbit..”

He leans over and puts his hand over my mouth “Why were you at the ceremony?!” I give Hongjoong a surprised look then remove his hand from my face “So it was you following me?!” He shushes me and covers my mouth again “Just announce I’m here why don’t you, you never answered my question. Why were you at the ceremony? Did any of the military people see you?”

I stare at the ground for a bit then raise my gaze “Mr. Norwood invited me, and no, at least I don’t think so.. He tried to get me to meet them but I declined.” He looks at me shaking his head “If that’s the case why didn’t you kill him and the General? They were so close.” Did he-

“I’m sorry captain but there was too many people. Besides you said I was only the distraction, this is your kill and I respect it.” He sighs and rubs the side of his temples “Nobody was going to know where that bullet came from with that amount of people there but I understand you were obeying what I ordered you to do”

The surprise, I can’t ruin it. I bite the inside of my cheek and look down while he continues “I knew I should have come with you-” I put my hand over his lips and quiet him down “Look, go to the tavern and get everything ready for when we come back because after we do we’ll have to haul ass back to the ship. And I mean fast.”

 He furrows his eyebrows and slowly removes my hand from his face  “Wait you met Theo? He’s still there?” I nod and continue “Please Captain, help me in that sense I’ve already told Theo what to do I’m sure in the meanwhile it’ll give you time to catch up with him.” I give him a faint smile then I pull the invitation out of my purse and show it to Hongjoong.

“Look, I also have something I know will make you happy..” Hongjoong smirks and takes the invitation from my hands “How in the world did you get that?..” I smile and push a lock of my hair behind my ear “Mr. Norwood has a crush on yours truly.”

 Hongjoong lets out a quiet laugh gently patting my head “Thank you.” I nod and give him a two finger salute “No problem.” I start walking back to the main street out of the alleyway then glance back at Hongjoong “I’ll see you later Captain, please make it to the Twelve Rabbit safely. The military is looking for you as we speak.” 

Hongjoong’s response is simply a small smile which made me happy. Seeing him happy made me happy for some reason, I’m guessing this is how I know we’re close now. You’re happy when your friend is also happy and If I'm being honest I've always strived for my grandfather and father’s approval for as long as I can remember but I'm not going to lie when I admit that I really want Hongjoong’s approval too. I will go above and beyond so as not to disappoint him even if he has his questionable moments.

After inspecting the building where the masquerade will be held and looking at all the exits and hiding spots I head back to the Twelve Rabbit and head over to my room when I open the door I notice Hongjoong is laying on my bed his blazer was on the chair next to the desk in my room and his white dress shirt unbuttoned exposing his chest.

A glass of amber colored liquid on the nightstand next to my bed. Why is he half naked on my bed? Is he drunk? I check the time and it was 4:39 pm I don't want to wake him. He seemed to be enjoying his nap from the looks of it, I’m sure he’s exhausted. 

I'll just sit here and nap on the desk until it's time for me to get ready, besides I have plenty of time to spare. I take off my black fur jacket and sit on the chair where Hongjoong's blazer was hanging and lay my head down on my arms on the desk. Surprisingly it wasn't that uncomfortable so falling asleep was a piece of cake. 

I sleep for a while until I feel a gentle nudge followed by a whisper "y/n. Wake up, you should be getting ready for tonight." My eyes groggily flutter open and when I turn I notice Hongjoong leaning over with his hand on my shoulder and his shirt still undone giving me a full shot of his toned chest and abs looking at me with a small smile.

 I quietly hum and sit there waking myself up while he walks over to the bed and sits "Why didn't you sleep on the bed? You're going to mess your back up if you keep sleeping like that." I squint my eyes in slight annoyance. What kind of question is that? "Maybe because you were sleeping on my bed? That's weird if I sleep on it while you're sleeping on it too." 

His eyebrow rises "There's nothing wrong with it, you're just sleeping next to me." I roll my eyes and cross my arms in front of me "Yeah no, that makes me uncomfortable." Hongjoong chuckles "Fair enough, I respect that. Even then you should have woken me up and let me know you were going to rest a little bit." 

"I'm sorry Captain but I couldn't do that you looked exhausted, besides I think that’s going to be a regular occurrence of me sleeping on a chair while you sleep.. " He slightly tilts his head “How come?” I dryly laugh “What do you mean why? Because I’ll probably fall asleep while keeping watch sometimes.”

 He nods giving me a sullen smile and reaches over for his blazer and puts it on “Well, I’ll let you get ready. I’ll do that as well, I’ll meet you downstairs.” He walks over to the door and closes it behind him leaving me alone in the candle lit room.

I glance over at the pastel pink box with a white ribbon and pick it up gently setting it on the bed. After opening the box I gently pick up the dress and take in the beauty of the dress, this is probably going to be the first and last time I wear this gorgeous dress I'm afraid.

 After putting the dress on I stare at myself in the mirror and look at the beautiful dark red lace bodice beautifully accentuating the right places with the lace jeweled off the shoulder sleeves softly glistening in the soft candle light.

 I smile to myself and I let my hair down from my previous style and put my hair in a half up half down style with a hair stick in the shape of a dragon with red jewels as eyes. For shoes I settle with some black heeled ankle boots then I put on a black lace mask with red jewels and accents. Lastly I put on the beautiful red cape over my dress, the inside being lined with black fur making it very warm.

 After I head downstairs to the bar area to bid goodbye to Theo. I walk towards the bar area and see Hongjoong and Theo were talking, it wasn’t until Theo stays silent that Hongjoong turns and his lips slightly part. His expression is that of being in complete shock for a few seconds then he composes himself and clears his throat and stares at me waiting for me to say something.

 I look at both Theo and Hongjoong “I’ll be going now.. “ Theo smiles and says “Good luck Miss y/n. There’s a carriage outside waiting, Sir Hongjoong paid for it.” I slightly raise my eyebrows then Hongjoong says “I’ll catch up to you, arriving with you might be dangerous..” I nod and walk outside realizing there was indeed a black carriage with a beautiful black and white spotted horse.

 Once I’m helped into the carriage and I arrive at the location of the ball it was a complete 180 from earlier in the day and it looked gorgeous. Beautiful lights and decorations adorning the place making it look unreal.

 Straight out of a fairytale that mom and grandma used to tell me. When I step out of the carriage I show the guards my invitation, Immediately after entering I’m greeted with Jaques pulling me into his arms into a tight hug “Miss Frost, you’re looking gorgeous tonight. Aren’t you cold? You poor thing..”

I pull back and notice he was wearing an all black ensemble with a white half mask covering the right side of his face, despite the smile on his face his eyes still as soulless as before. It was honestly kind of scary in a way. “I am a little bit but Thank you Mr. Norwood you’re looking very handsome yourself.” 

He takes my hand and gently plants a kiss on my knuckles, and leads me inside the ball. At the entrance a military employee takes my cape and puts it in the back. I quickly glance over at Jaques and say worriedly “He took my cape..” Jaques chuckles and removes his coat handing it over to the military employee “No worries, they’re going to keep it safe for you they’re not keeping it.”

 I slowly nod feeling slightly embarrassed “Ah, I’m sorry I wasn’t aware.” Jaques gently kisses my temple and smiles “You’re so precious..” Way to make it known you’re that poor you don’t even know customs of the nobles and higher ups. 

I glance inside the huge ballroom and If I thought the outside looked gorgeous then the inside was immaculate because everything was perfect from the way the chandeliers glimmered in the light to the beautiful reflective marble floor. Never in my life did I think I’d ever experience something like this, a poor nobody from Eledonia feeling like a princess seems unreal but alas it wasn’t. 

Unfortunately it was something that’s brief and probably a once in a lifetime opportunity. The guests seemed to be either nobles or high ranking military officers which made things much scarier considering I’m not used to being in such formal situations. We walk past a few women who were whispering amongst themselves while staring directly at me almost like they were wondering who on earth I was. Unmoved by this action Jaques leads me into the dancefloor and smiles “Would you be so kind as to take this dance Miss Frost?”

 I curve my lips into a timid smile “I’d Love to” He slithers his hand behind my back and pulls me close and we dance a few songs together, the whole time I take small glances behind him to see if Hongjoong would show up. “You seem to be looking around quite a bit, are you looking for someone in particular?”

 Oh shit. He’s getting suspicious. “Oh no, I’m just still in shock from how beautiful this place is.” He looks around himself and nods “Ah, I figure you’ve never been to parties of this caliber?” I nod “Yes, this is my first time. I wish my father was here so he’d be able to enjoy a party like this too.”

 Suddenly from behind Jaques I see a man dressed in a white ensemble with beautiful golden embroidery, his hair that familiar shade of unnatural blonde pushed back. The mask he wears covers his eyes but very delicately accentuates his eye shape with the delicate placement and bordering of pearls along the mask, while a white fluffy feather adorns the top corner of the mask.

 With him he carries a white cane, the handle being some kind of sharp beaked bird. Suddenly it dawns on me, this is Hongjoong. His hair, the clothes, the confidence he carries himself with, he’s here. Hongjoong looks around for a little until he spots me, his gaze locks onto mine and smirks. 

By now Mr. Norwood notices my silence and leans in and whispers “Do you know him?” those words make my stomach drop but I try to play it off “What do you mean?” He chuckles while we dance “You seem to be looking at him almost like you know him,“ 

I nervously laugh and shake my head “Oh no such thing Mr. Norwood. I’m just admiring his ensemble, it’s very peculiar.” He smirks and gently kisses my forehead “I’m sorry I get a bit jealous, you’re just so gorgeous I don’t want you looking at anyone else but me...” My eyes look around for Hongjoong once again but to no avail he was gone. Where is he? This man touching me is really freaking me out now. Jaques looks deep into my eyes with his icy blue eyes “How about we go somewhere more private?” A knot grows in my throat and I nod pressing my lips into a forced smile. 

He gently pulls me away from the dancefloor and down a hallway leading to a beautiful courtyard in the back. We walk down a stone path to a soft ivory colored gazebo with beautiful thorned red flowers blooming alongside the entrance. It’s cold, how are those flowers blooming? I’ve never seen something like this before. We both look out from the gazebo and into the beautiful garden of similar red flowers being illuminated by the moon.

 The sight was to die for unfortunately Jaques had other things in mind. “Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours.” I turn to meet his empty blue ones and a small smirk grows onto his features then he leans in and pulls me into a kiss, only it felt like it was eternity before he pulled away. Gross, I feel sick..

“You know a Provian officer saw you talking to Kim Hongjoong by an alleyway earlier today. He said you looked very well acquainted.” Oh no. He knows, he knows! What do I say? Do I feign innocent? Is this why he lured me outside? He’s going to kill me isn’t he? “Kim Hongjoong was recently seen with unnatural blonde hair...”

 He gently puts his hand to cup my cheek and continues “Just like that man in the white ensemble you were looking at. It’s him isn’t it? Your Captain?” I thickly swallow and shake my head “Mr. Norwood what-” The man interjects while holding my face in his hand “It is isn’t it? Tell me.” I shake my head, trying to swallow the knot in my throat. 

He stands there staring at me waiting for me to say something until I muster up the courage to finally speak “Fine, you’ve caught me.” I gently run my hands up his chest, this causes his hand to slowly tighten “That doesn’t mean that I can’t like you though right? Or is that forbidden too?”

 His eyebrow rises in amusement “You’re telling me you actually like me or is this bluff so that you get away with it.” I try to shake my head feigning innocence “No, I mean it I do like you.” he loosens his grip again and gently strokes my cheek with his thumb “Such a beautiful thing…”

  He tilts my head back slightly and leans in only mere centimeters in front of my face and continues “What a shame you have friends who are not so nice.” Okay, why is he looking at me like that? I bite the inside of my lip and close my eyes until a familiar voice echoes in our direction, Hongjoong. 

 “Who says we’re not nice? Last time I checked all the money we robbed from Chesan was returned to their rightful owners, the people.” I hear the cocking of a pistol and turn to see Hongjoong pointing it at Jaques. Immediately without a second thought Jaques puts his arm around my throat pulling my back onto his chest.

 I remove my hair pin and aim to stab him in the neck only for him to tightly grab my hand re directing the pin into my shoulder causing me to let out a pained gasp knocking me to the ground in the process immediately afterwards Hongjoong shoots him in the stomach twice knocking him on his back. “y/n, are you okay?!” I nod reassuring him and he walks over to Jaques and stands above him pointing his gun directly over his face. 

In the distance we hear the guards making their way to the courtyard causing Hongjoong to grumble under his breath “You’re under my mercy now, unfortunately I don’t have as much time as I would like because of your big mouth.” I glance over at the guards. Oh no, this is definitely not how I envisioned any of this going. 

I get up and pull the pin out from my shoulder and grunt in pain “Captain, I’ll take care of this.” He nods and I run towards a hallway leading to a courtyard. One of the higher ranking guards spots me and I hide behind a bush in the courtyard while says through his teeth “Find her! She went into the bushes” 

LIttle does he know he fucked up asking his men to look for me. I see him walk around the courtyard and says “Here kitty, kitty” He makes mocking cat noises then I grab a pebble and throw it at the bush opposite of me. He hears this and walks back with his back facing directly towards me getting on his knee to check if I’m behind the bush. I smirk and take out a small blade from the leg holster next to my gun. 

I walk behind him and cover his mouth putting my blade on his neck then I whisper “You make a noise, I’ll turn you into my personal meat shield” I know he’s going to try something funny so with ease I slit his throat and let him fall back against the soft grass. He clutches his neck and chokes on his own blood.

From a distance I hear noises of struggle in the distance and realize it was Jaques and Hongjoong possibly getting into a brawl. I whistle causing the other guards to run in my direction, in the meanwhile I load my gun. 

Right when I see a few of them are in one spot I pop up from behind the bush and shoot a few of the guards dead. I look around for a small ledge to climb on to try and do an aerial attack. Once I climb the side ledge of the building via a small ladder on the side I start reloading my gun whilst avoiding the ricocheting bullets headed my way.

 When I walk to the very edge I take a deep breath and throw myself off the ledge while the guards shoot at me luckily only managing to graze my right arm and part of my thigh. I shoot 2 dead while up on the ledge and 2 more of the guards while jumping off the ledge knocking them down while I simultaneously shoot them dead.

 I hear commotion in the distance, I see a few guards are now cornering Hongjoong. “Are you serious?” I hiss in anger while I run I reload my gun again, only this time I drop two bullets leaving me with three. “Fuck..” 

I manage to shoot two of the guards except one. Hongjoong’s attention turns to that guard and shoots him in the face. That's when Jaques takes the opportunity to knock Hongjoong to the floor by kicking the back of his right leg. Jaques grabs onto the gun in Hongjoong’s hand and tries to turn the gun onto him. I try running as fast as my legs could take me then I hear the ricocheting of bullets behind me.

 I turn to see it’s the Provian General and more guards, fuck. Jaques being too busy struggling to get a hold of the gun I sneak behind him so that I get Hongjoong out of here. I stab him right in the neck then he lets go of the gun and falls back clutching onto his neck. 

I shift my gaze over to Hongjoong and I grab his shoulders “Leave! I’ll handle this! We can’t afford for you to get arrested Captain.” He looks down at Jaques choking on his own blood then back at me. He definitely got roughed up by Jaques, a busted lip, and his right eye was swollen from a presumed blow to the eye. 

His once pristine ensemble now covered in dirt and blood, his hair now ruined with a few strands of hair fallen to the front of his face. He sits there thinking for a few seconds and lets out a frustrated sigh and nods in acknowledgement. 

He reaches over and pats the back of my head pressing his forehead against mine, his lips being mere centimeters from mine. “You’ve got this, I’ll get everything ready at the twelve rabbit. Be careful.” Hongjoong runs behind the gazebo and climbs a concrete fence bordering the courtyard near the street. 

I kneel down and notice Jaques still wasn’t dead, yet his soulless blue eyes finally have an emotion to them, fear. I climb on top of him and smile “You were dumb calling your men and making such a big spectacle.” He chokes on his own blood struggling to speak “Look, I’ll cut to the chase. You took everything from my Captain and now you’re going to pay for it with your life. I hope your repent for all the hurt you’ve caused people.” 

While choking on his blood he smirks, painting a scary expression almost like saying he wasn’t remorseful. He was trying to taunt me. He then makes some terrifying gurgling noises with a full smile showing me his blood stained teeth, a sight that will forever be ingrained in my brain. 

That’s when a mixture of fear and anger washes over me, anger for Hongjoong knowing that this man feels no remorse for what he did and fear for myself because I didn't know people could be so unremorseful even knocking on death's door. Seeing that ugly smirk on the man's face causes me to snap and I begin to angrily stab into the man's face and neck, blood spattering and landing on my face and it completely soaking my dress.

Once Jaques’ gurgling noises eventually stop. I look around and see the general looking around for me. I let out a slight sigh and look down at Jaques’ decorated chest avoiding even looking at the aftermath and stripping him from his wrongfully acquired medals leaving his chest empty. He deserves the worst, he deserves the disrespect. Just the way he probably disrespected the many people he's hurt, including Hongjoong.

Before I get up and run away I cut off his right index finger with his military ring still on it and wrap them with the bloody handkerchief on his chest pocket and stuff it in an inner pocket in my dress the two other rings I put in my other dress pocket. From a distance I hear “We’ve found her General! Mr. Norwood!” 

I turn and look in the direction the yelling came from and notice the guards running towards me like their life depended on it. The Provian General staring straight at me not moving a muscle, seething anger painting his gaze. 

 Before I run to the door leading to the street in the courtyard I pick up the gun off a deceased soldier and shoot the General in the chest not knowing if it killed or injured the man just knowing that it definitely hit him. 

When I run up to the gate the door was locked. As expected, I shoot the lock and swing the door open running into the street. While running down the street i take a detour into an alleyway and take an opposite route to the Twelve Rabbit.

In this moment the harsh cold should be bothering me but the adrenaline pumping through my veins the cold ends up being nothing but an afterthought. Slightly slipping on the ice on the cobblestone roads I raise the front of my dress so that I can run as fast as my legs carry me trying not to fall.

When I enter the Twelve Rabbit completely winded from the running Theo signals me to the back and with the last strength that I have I walk to the back of the bar leading to the back alleyway of the bar that’s when I see Hongjoong waiting outside with 2 loaded horses Theo instructing “Make sure to head the alternate route I told you about.”

 Hongjoong nods then he grabs my cape from the horse saddle and drapes it over me. How did he get a hold of this? “Flip the hood on, you’ve got blood everywhere.” I nod and put my hood on then Hongjoong helps me onto my horse “Thank you for everything Theo, I’ll be sure to repay you.”

 Theo shakes his head “You have already, no need. Now, go on.” He waves at us goodbye then I manage to say “Thank you Theo.” He smiles and says “Goodbye you two.” Hongjoong clicks his tongue in order for the horse to go triggering my horse to automatically begin moving right behind his and we ride at full speed up until we reach the gate. 

 Hongjoong slows down his horse and points his gun at the guards, the same ones that I saw yesterday “let us pass or you die.” both guards stare at me for a moment then the one who questioned me last time spoke “It was you…the fishermen’s guard..” Hongjoong cocks his gun and impatiently hisses “I won’t ask you again!”

 Startled, they nod in obedience and open the huge wooden door leading us to the poorer parts of Provia. Without a second thought he shoots both of them dead and we ride at full speed back to the port. The whole ride back to the ship was silent mostly because it was me trying not to pass out from the pain in my shoulder and Hongjoong concentrating making sure we arrived as fast as we could with no further distractions safely. 

I could feel the blood running down my arm the whole ride back to the ship but it was during the last half when the adrenaline started wearing off and pain was beginning to get unbearable. I've never been stabbed before but holy shit I took it well for this being my first time and not freaking out as much. Maybe it was because In the moment my only mission was to kill Mr. Norwood and save Hongjoong that I threw every bit of reasoning out the window. 

When we arrive at the ship I hop off the horse and I wince in pain from my injury trying my hardest to walk it off. Hongjoong hurriedly gets off his horse and walks towards me and helps me walk up the ramp then he yells “Yunho! Get over here!” 

 Right as I make it to the deck I fall to the floor losing my balance while I clutch onto my shoulder. "Fuck.." Hongjoong tries to help me up but I’m in so much pain right now I can’t even walk right. “Look at me. Yunho’s coming, you’ll be okay.”

I look over at Hongjoong and smile whilst he wipes the side of my face from Jaques’ dried blood “I made sure he was dead Captain, I also shot the General but I don’t know if he’s dead for sure..” I pull out the bloodied handkerchief containing the medals and severed finger with the ring and put it on Hongjoong’s hand. 

Hongjoong looks at the small bundle in shock and before he could say anything Yunho runs up onto the deck and sees me on the floor with blood dripping on the ground and picks me up in his arms. His dark tresses being slightly messy over having just been woken up.

Everyone on the ship was now startled awake wondering what happened. Who knew a hair ornament would do such damage, at least I didn’t dip it in poison that would have been dumb. Then again I got desperate and me trying to stab Jaques was just dumb in general. Panic makes you do dumb things.

 Hongjoong turns to Yunho and says “take her to my quarters” He nods and begins to walk towards the captain’s quarters. I peek over Yunho’s shoulder and notice the last thing I see being Seonghwa’s worried expression trying to be disguised as serious in order not to startle the rest, I lower my gaze and let out a sigh resting my head against Yunho's shoulder.

 The next morning I wake up and see Hongjoong at his desk working on something. As I lay here watching him work I notice how much more comfortable the Captain's bed is, it’s so soft and spacious. The covers are a dark maroon silk embroidered in gold accents. Not to be weird or anything but it also smelled like him, like one of the many expensive oils he owns. He smelled so good, expensive.

 The whole room also seemed to have a very calm feel to it but of course it’s the Captain’s room so there were a lot of luxurious items in here as well like a few small golden sculptures, some expensive looking furniture, and from what I can see in his haphazardly opened dresser very expensive looking clothes. 

My thoughts are interrupted by my stomach growling so then I try to sit up and slightly wince causing Hongjoong to look up from what he was working on and walks towards me “Just lay back, Yunho says to take it easy.” He grabs a chair and sits next to the his bed. “How are you feeling?” I adjust myself a little bit “I’m in slight pain but I’m fine” He nods giving me a small reassuring smile “I’m glad you’re okay, Yunho said if you would have been struck deeper it would have been bad luckily the stab wound wasn’t deep. so it won't affect any movement so long you stretch.”

I could tell he wanted to address what I gave him but he was having trouble bringing it up until he finally musters up the courage “So, about what you gave me last night.” Completely intrigued in the conversation I sit up carefully and smile “You liked it?” He nods “I did, I appreciated the gesture. That finger with the ring was a very nice touch.”

 I did it, I made him happy. “But please don’t do something like that ever again. He could have seriously killed you.” I look down at my hands drawing shapes on the covers “I knew you’d say that, but for the time being don’t worry. I won’t get so hands on anymore not until I kill Miyagawa Masaki. For him- For him I need to feel his heartbeat stop.”

 He lets out a sigh “Fair enough but don’t let it end in you dying in the end.” My eyebrow rises with a silly smirk “Why? You don’t want to lose me?” He scoffs and leans back on his chair "I guess you can say that, but it's more of a you can't die yet because I'm not the Pirate King." I giggle "Ah right, and you think with me around it'll help?" 

He rests his head on his hand with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair "Correct." He gives me a reassuring smile then as quick as I see the smile it disappears “That reminds me, none of us wanted to change you out of your dress because you know, we’re all men here. So I’ve picked out and left your clothes right here so that you could change into them once you woke up.”

 He points at the edge of the bed where my clothes are neatly folded. I look down at my bloodied and dirty clothes "Oh, right." I glance over at them then I look back at Hongjoong slightly scrunching my nose. 

“Why are you always picking out my clothes? Why can’t I do that myself?” He raises his eyebrow “What? You don’t like my choices in clothes?” I shake my head “No, I mean I do but I’m just wondering why you do that. You don’t pick out anyone else’s clothes, so why me?” 

He lets out a soft sigh and sits down at the edge of his bed resting his foot on the varnished wood’s bed frame whilst the other rests on the floor.. Oh God did I just say something I shouldn’t have? Is he going to get onto me over asking something dumb?

“What do you think my reason is?” Embarrassed, I mumble “I don’t know I guess maybe you want us to match somehow? To make a statement of some sort?” For a few moments he looks at me with a smile threatening to show itself onto his features.

 “Well, you’re partially right. The reason is I wanted you to be one of the faces of our crew in a way. Something to capture the strength of our crew, like its respective Captain. I want everyone to know that fear doesn’t always come looking like a big, ugly man and that it can also come looking as a gorgeous and beautiful young woman. A strong femme fatale from a far away land who’s partnered up with one of the most feared men among the seas.”

I absentmindedly stare at him for a bit. Me? A femme fatale? I'm more of a shy, angry short woman who happens to know how to fight. "Wow, the way you put it makes it sound nice." He tilts his head “Is it not?” 

I slightly raise my eyebrow my face beginning to burn “So is that how you feel about me? You think I’m beautiful?” Hongjoong smirks “What woman isn’t?” I stare at the clothes and back at him stifling a laugh. I guess he didn't mean it like that. “You’re funny Captain. Now, if you’ll excuse me..” 

I try to get up from his bed and wince in pain and fall back to my original sitting position then scoots closer to my side “Hey, I told you to be careful. Do you want to change clothes?” I nod and he puts my arm around his neck and carefully helps me off his bed.

 Just as he helps me up Seonghwa comes into the quarters and rushes over to me “y/n, you’re awake!” Hongjoong steps away from me letting Seonghwa help me instead “I’ll be going back to my desk. Seonghwa, help her please.” He nods and grabs my forearm for support “Let’s take you to the bathroom so you can change into your clothes.”

He grabs my clothes and walks me over to the captain’s bathroom, it was small but it was nice none the less. After changing out of my bloodied dress and into the clothes Hongjoong picked out. When I step out with my bloodied dress still in hand Seonghwa smiles and says “Better?”

 I nod and he guides me over to the mess hall “Let’s get you something to eat now you must be hungry. I’ll take this and put it somewhere safe if you still want it.” I hold onto his sleeve while going down the stairs “Please, for memories sake.” That face, those souless blue eyes. Why do they keep replaying in my head? I thought these things would stop the more I do it but I guess not. 

“y/n! You’re up already?!” Wooyoung shouts causing me to get slightly startled then Seonghwa hisses “Wooyoung please, not so loud she just woke up.” He covers his mouth “Sorry, but you’re okay right?” I chuckle “Uh, yeah I mean I’m standing here aren’t I?” Mingi fixes his hair and walks over to me and gives me a dorky smile “Wah, the Captain did a very nice job picking our your clothes today. You’re so cute-” 

San walks up to me and pushes Mingi aside and leads me to the chair next to him “Shouldn’t you be in bed y/n?” Seonghwa smiles looking in my direction goes back up to the deck leaving me with the rest of the crew “Yeah, but I hate just sitting there taking up space.” He furrows his eyebrows “But you’re not, you literally got stabbed last night. You need your rest” 

I smile and put my hand on San’s shoulder slowly moving it to the back of his neck and gently squeezing “Look, it’s going to take a lot more to kill me so don’t worry I’m fine, besides the stab wasn’t even that deep.” He blinks then a soft flush creeps onto his cheeks and ears then turns his attention to the other guys to cover it up “I’m glad you’re doing okay, you scared us for a second there” Jongho passes me the bread basket. 

“Well, unfortunately my life wasn’t guaranteed the moment I joined this crew.” Wooyoung sets my food in front of me while Yunho says “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you put yourself in danger like that.” I roll my eyes “I still killed the man didn’t I? Besides, Hongjoong did most of the work I just finished him. I don’t understand why you’re so mad, besides you’re the doctor so that’s your job and mine is protecting the Captain.” 

Almost like a switch was flipped Yunho looks at me with a very unamused look “Just because I’m a doctor doesn’t mean I enjoy having to see my crewmates in pain. As our captain’s assassin and protector you need to stop being so reckless and think about your actions more thoroughly.” 

I giggle covering up my smile “You’re funny, seriously stop telling me what to do. I already got an earful from the Captain, I don’t need to hear it again.” Yeosang looks over at Yunho then back at me and says “Don’t listen to him, I know you did it to the Captain’s best interest.” 

I look over at Yeosang and smile “Thank you, at least someone understands.” Wooyoung sits in his chair “So anyways before Yunho decided to get upset over you doing your job, who was the person you had to off?” 

Yunho looks over at Wooyoung giving him an annoyed look then San smacks Wooyoung “Hey, maybe you shouldn’t be asking that.” I shrug “ Well, I don’t think It’d be a problem if I said anything considering I've already finished the job but it was Jaques Norwood, some military officer. I also shot the Provian General in the chest but I genuinely don’t know if I killed him or if I’ve injured him. ” A few guys choke on their drinks while the others give me a shocked expression. Jongho leans over the table towards me “There’s no way you killed that man and shot the Provian general..” 

I take a bite of my food nonchalantly and nod “I did, I saw it myself but like I said Hongjoong did most of the work. I just finished him off and made sure I saw the light go out of his eyes. What a shame such a handsome man could be so ugly on the inside. He introduced himself to me as well so I knew who exactly to get rid of from the source themselves. As for the General, that was just kind of something last minute before I ran off.” 

They all look at each other very confused then Yeosang says “How exactly though? That man is near impossible to get to not to mention extremely dangerous.” I take a small sip of my drink and smirk “I got to him through his heart. It seemed like he was pretty desperate too because I didn’t have to try very hard to catch his attention. Also oddly enough the only time he wasn’t surrounded by military men and soldiers was when he was at the military tavern which was where I met him. He seemed to have his guard down with me alot.”

 Mingi chuckles and says “That’s because you’re so tiny, I’m sure he never expected you to be able to take him.” I slightly frown looking down at the table. Problem is he did probably suspect it but he probably just liked me enough that he was willing to give me the benefit of a doubt. I meet Mingi’s eyes and force a smile “Yeah, he was completely blindsided. I mean the man literally stabbed my shoulder thinking he'd be able to get away with it.”

 Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa enter the mess hall and Hongjoong says “Alright guys enough with the questions let her eat.” everyone’s attention turns to Hongjoong immediately Wooyoung says “Oh, I didn’t know you’d be joining us today Captain.” He sits down at the head of the table “Yeah, I felt like it was necessary”

 Wooyoung gets up to get Hongjoong his food leaving everyone slightly confused. From what I heard Hongjoong didn’t really come down to eat with everyone very often. He usually eats alone in his quarters sometimes with Seonghwa but even then Seonghwa joins us most of the time. Mingi turns to look at Yunho slightly worried while San, Yeosang, and Jongho stay dead silent looking down at their food. This is weird, does this mean something bad is going to happen? Why is everyone so scared? 

Wooyoung comes back into the room and sets down Hongjoong’s plate in front of him along with an empty glass. Hongjoong serves himself some sort of booze then looks up at everyone silently eating and dryly laughs “Why is everyone so quiet? A minute ago it sounded so busy.”

 Everyone sits there in silence until Jongho says “Well Captain, evreytime you sit down and eat with us it’s always bad news. Like last time it was the execution of the Raisan people who helped us in the Raisan Kingdom, another-” Hongjoong sticks his hand out in front of him and signals Jongho to be quiet “Okay, that’s enough. I see where you’re coming from. I apologize for turning my presence into a bad omen.”

 I give him reassuring smile “How about you try to join us for more meals Captain, so that it doesn’t feel strange when you actually decide to step out of your quarters.” He nods and raises his glass “I’ll do that.” 

I look over at everyone else “Don’t worry, I’ll drag him here if I have to.” Wooyoung giggles “I’m glad the Captain has someone on board who’s got balls as much as he does.” everyone including myself burst out into laughter while Hongjoong sits there forcing a smile and scoffs irritatedly looking at Wooyoung.

After lunch I go to the crew’s quarters and sit on my bed and notice my blood stained dress was neatly folded at the foot of my bed. I grab the dress and check the pocket only to hear the small clinking of the rings in the pockets. 

I examine the two rings, one of them was a thick silver band ring with a cushion cut dark green jewel. The second was another silver ring but this one’s had an emblem carved on it, presumably the emblem of the Provian military I’m not sure but it looked cool. I reach for my backpack on the side of my bed  and put them in the front pocket where I kept my grandma’s ring.

 When I put my backpack back where it belongs I hear something fall over. When I check what it was I realize it was Hongjoong and Seonghwa’s weapons. I completely forgot to give it to them my first night with them. Maybe I should return it to them now, better late then never. I grab the bag and sling it over my uninjured shoulder. 

On my way to look for both Hongjoong and Seonghwa I run into Mingi “Hey, where’s Seonghwa?” He looks up from the map he was looking at and gives me a bright smile “y/n, hey. Seonghwa is with the captain in his work room in his quarters” I nod and continue walking then Mingi continues “Wait. What’s in that bag?” 

I blink “Oh, this is just the Captain and Seonghwa’s weapons. My grandpa refurbished them and I forgot to give it back to them.” He walks over to me and extends his hand “here, I’ll give you a hand. You shouldn’t carry anything right now" I step back out of his reach "oh no, don't worry I'm fine I can do it myself." Mingi chuckles and takes the bag from me “Too late, let’s go.”

 I frown glaring up at him “You’re lucky I can’t raise my arm right now.” Mingi walks ahead of me and pats my head causing me to roll my eyes and walk behind him. He sure is taking advantage of the fact that I can’t kick his ass. When we arrive at Hongjoong’s quarters I take the bag from him and knock on the door “Ok go now.” He pats my head “Not a thank you but it’ll do.” 

A few moments later Seonghwa opens the door and smiles “y/n, come in.” I walk in and look around immediately spotting Hongjoong already looking at me then I say “So, I have something for you both.” I put the bag on Hongjoong’s desk, he blinks and looks over Seonghwa not understanding the situation. 

Seonghwa then says “A gift?” I shake my head and gesture Hongjoong to open it “You could say that, it’s more like I’m returning these to you.” Hongjoong opens the bag and pulls out a shotgun causing Seonghwa to audibly gasp. Hongjoong pulls out a sword, the same one I wielded to protect them from Acatl only this time it was cleaned and sharpened. Lastly he pulls out his gun, the shot gun's wooden details was newly varnished and polished to give the guns a new feel.

 The metal parts of the guns were also cleaned to look pristine again. Hongjoong stares at the weapons on the desk in silence while Seonghwa looks over at me and says “y/n, you didn’t have to.” I shake my head and smile “It wasn’t me, it was my grandpa. He felt bad for the way you guys were treated when you guys first arrived at our village so it was his way of repaying your kindness towards us. Again, sorry I forgot to give these to you. I kind of forgot. There was too much going on.”

 Seonghwa pats my back “It’s okay, it’s better than never. Thank you.” I glance over at Hongjoong who had his gun in his hand and was still staring at the weapons “Captain, I’m sorry if you didn’t want your gun fixed. I honestly didn’t know my grandpa did this until the day I left.”

 Hongjoong raises his gaze from the weapons and looks at me with fondness in his eyes “No. Thank you.” I give him a small smile “I really do hope you both like them.” Seonghwa picks up his shot gun and twirls it aiming it out the window then rests it on his shoulder. 

I smile at Seonghwa looking so happy holding his gun “Wow, it looks and feels better than when I first bought it actually. It’s beautiful.” Hongjoong clears his throat “So, you’re going to stay here while Seonghwa helps Mingi.” Seonghwa and I turn to look at Hongjoong in confusion then he gives Seonghwa a look. 

“I’ll get going, thanks again for this y/n. I really do appreciate you returning these to us, it was very sweet of you and your grandfather.” I shake my head and pat Seonghwa’s arm “No problem, I’ll see you later.” He nods and exits Hongjoong’s quarters leaving me and him alone. 

I stand there awkwardly and look around the room “So, why did you want me to stay here?” Hongjoong shrugs “I don’t know, your job is to follow me around like my protective puppy.” I furrow my eyebrow taking that to slight offence “Excuse me? My job is to protect you from getting a bullet in your head not to be your caretaker.” 

He smirks to himself and absentmindedly nods “You’re right you’re not, but I’d appreciate if you helped me once in a while” What in the sea god is this man talking about? Help him? Help him with what?. I dryly laugh “Gosh Captain, I never realized how much of a child you are.” 

He scrunches his nose and gives me an annoyed look “What? I get tired sometimes..” I scoff and sit on his desk “Tired of what? Sitting here locked in your quarters for days at a time?” I see the leather journal in front of him and I pick it up “Oh, what’s this?” Hongjoong snatches the journal from my grasp before I’m able to even open it “Don’t touch that! Has no one told you not to go looking through anyone’s belongings?” I stifle a laugh “Geez, sorry I didn’t think it was that personal.” 

He rolls his eyes and puts the journal in a drawer in his desk “Well it is, next time ask before you look through something.” I nod biting my lip, stifling a laugh. I don’t know what it is about Hongjoong but seeing him get annoyed is so funny, oddly enough this is the first time I have the urge to tease someone. Wait. Oh no, I think I’ve just been hanging out around Wooyoung, San and Mingi too much. Their annoying antics are rubbing off on me. 

“Go get a chair, my desk is not a chair.” I hop off his desk “Excuse me? I should be able to sit anywhere I want? I’m injured, or did you forget that?” He points at the chair he used this morning near his bed “You know what? My shoulder is hurting really bad I’m going to sleep. Wake me up if you need something.”I roll my eyes and walk towards his bed.

“No, you said you wanted to be of use so you’ll sit right here and help me.” I stare at him “Oh yeah? And do what? Stare at you write for the next 6 hours?” Keeping a straight face he gets up “Yep.” He walks over and grabs the chair and sets it in front of his desk and gestures for me to sit down “Now, get to work.”

 I don’t know how exactly Seonghwa sits here all day with him. Hongjoong is cool but when he gets into his Captain mindset he’s a bit of a pain. I sit on the chair and look around the room eventually staring out the window. What happened to the friendly Hongjoong? I get he’s my boss now but come on, I thought we were friends.

 I started noticing this change about him about a few weeks after I got here, I wonder what his problem is. Maybe he’s just stressed? I don’t know, maybe. Why on Earth does he want me to be here? I get it if I was watching him if we were on land but we’re out at sea with no enemy ships nearby. So what’s the deal? 

After a few hours of me just sitting here in silence wandering in my own thoughts and being in pain Hongjoong finally decides to get up and stretch “You should stretch or you’ll cramp up.” I glance at him for a few seconds and go back to staring out the window “I’m fine.” He chuckles “Alright. Come. I need to go make sure everything is going well on the ship, it’s been too quiet and I need fresh air.” 

I get up and follow behind him to the deck “Remind me why I need to follow you around again?” he gives me a soft smile “It’s your job.” I’m starting to think he’s doing this as punishment for deciding not to rest. After spending all day by his side like his shadow, not speaking unless spoken to. Hongjoong little by little began to ask me more often to be by his side.

 It was kind of annoying because I wasn’t protecting him, it was basically me being his caretaker but unable to talk like friends just like in the beginning. Which wasn’t in the job description but then again I owe alot to that man so I just let it slide. Hongjoong has a habit of not taking care of himself and wholeheartedly lets his work consume him, Seonghwa told me that if someone doesn’t intervene he could go days at a time without eating or sleeping which is worrying.

 There were a few times when Seonghwa would bring his food and he paid no attention to it, even if he came by to remind Hongjoong to eat he’d brush him off and tell him “I’ll do it later” which happened quite frequently. Ever since I caught wind of that when I’m forced to be by his side I force him to at least eat once a day. I swear, this man will get sick and die before he’s the Pirate King if he keeps it up. I still think he’s brilliant though, even if he’s a stubborn hardass sometimes.

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[persphonesorchid]

Sunset Muse - KTH

Summary: Tae just wants to take photos of you 

Warnings: none 

Genre: fluff 

WC: 658 

Notes: finally wrote something for Tae! So yay! Back to writing again, go me!

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Taehyung smiles, watching you through the lens of the Instax mini Polaroid camera, only taking photos when you look away so you wouldn’t see the flash. There’s a strawberry candy straw hanging between your teeth, fingers dusted with specs of white sugar, no doubt, sticky and catching on the material of your cotton shorts.

There’s a little sound as the photo slides out of the slot at the bottom, not loud enough to catch your attention, and Taehyung easily places the photo on the floor with the others he’s taken throughout the day.

“Y/n.” He calls softly, nudging his socked foot against your thigh to grab your attention, which had been focused on the TV for a little over a half hour. You’re too busy lost in the show you’re watching to give him more than a little hum of acknowledgement, and a barely there turn of your head. “Look this way for a second?”

You wave your fingers at him, and he could see your brows furrow – you’re listening, though, not really. Taehyung knows that anything he says would go through your ears and you’d ask him about it later, but he needs you to focus now.

You chew absently on the candy straw, your other hand extends towards him with the packet of candy – most likely thinking it’s what he asked you for. Gently, Taehyung pushes your hand away and you shrug, taking another to chew on.

He leans forward and pokes your side with his fingers, and lets them linger there – a threat, he knows how ticklish you are. “The lighting’s good – you won’t miss anything.”

And the lighting is; the sun’s finally come out after hiding behind the clouds all day, breaking through the puffs of dark gray with burnt orange beams as it makes its descent. It spills into his apartment through the window he’d forgotten to pull the blinds shut for – caressing everything with a golden glow. There’s little patches of indigo and blush, looming behind a far away building, remnants of the rainy day blowing away on a light, calm wind.

He wiggles his finger into your side and you squirm, swatting at his hand but missing. Taehyung chuckles, “I’ll be quick, promise.”

You sigh, “I’m at the good part though...” You finally turn, sugar tumbling off the candy stick with the motion, “I can’t pause it because someone lost the remote.”

That someone was you, but Taehyung doesn’t correct, instead, he tugs on the end of your tee. “Come on, baby. Two minutes, I promise.” He puts up two fingers for emphasis, waving them at you.

You glance at him and then at the TV, “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.” He says, following with the motion, and even though you narrow your eyes at him, he smiles and gets up, letting you get comfortable on the couch. You let him arrange you however he wanted, and it takes him two minutes, as he promised. He leaves you not long after, scooping up the photos he took earlier, he drops a kiss to your hair and shuffles off to his studio.

“Tae?”

He hums, poking his head back into the living room – you’ve tilted your head back on the armrest of the couch, “Are you coming back?”

“Yeah, I’ll be about five minutes...maybe...” Smiling fondly, Taehyung pats the pockets of his pants for his phone, “Wanna order some food?” Tucking the camera under his chin, he passes his phone to you, “I’ll be back, yeah?”

“Gimme a kiss first, loser.”

“Mean. I should be a brat too and just go do what I’m doing and ignore you.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you.” You laugh, shifting to sit up, you place his phone on the coffee table. “C’mon, give me my kiss and you can go.”

Taehyung kisses your cheek, darting off into the hallway when you whine and reach for him.

“That doesn’t count!” You call.

“You didn’t specify!”

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. rei x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

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" didn't think I'd see your face after eccentric five got disbanded. " the ravenette spat as he looks at you from the door of 3-A.

you, who just got up from your nap, raised your head to stare at the doorway. well after going to another country, you didn't expect yourself to actually come back to Japan and back to yumenosaki. giving him a small smile you can't help but motion him to come closer. he took the gesture and came close, seating across you.

" I'm back thanks to a certain blonde ya know... "

" why? did he pay you to come over? "

as much as you'd like that to happen, you gave rei a face he knows all to well. the face of dread that says it's not true and you won't answer any more of his questions. rei let out a sigh, before grabbing your hands and leading you to the place, you're really familiar with.

the rooftop. the place where you both first met. the place where he introduced the other eccentric five to you. the place where it calms you down after a storm in your head, you could always see people in yumenosaki doing outdoor activities and if you squint hard you can see kanata puka-puka-ing in the fountain. the place where you both confessed your undying feelings for each other, that eventually died. the place where you both argued and the place where you said your final goodbye, or so you thought.

with a suspicious look you direct to rei, he gives you a closed eyed smile. waiting for your questions as the wind slowly blow by you two. he looks beautiful with the wind blowing his hair and the sunset dawning down on him.

" why here? " you start as rei peeks over the railings, looking down at whatever his ruby eyes could see.

" doesn't it bring back many memories? good or bad, this place belonged to you. "

you couldn't help but give him a curious tilt, what's the point? what's the reason for taking you here? honestly, coming back to yumenosaki because of eichi and out of curiosity you didn't plan on crossing path with the vampire. eichi gave you a friendly call on how you should come back and produce for fine just like how you were eccentric five's unnamed producer. no one knew they had a producer but long and behold they actually did, you were allowed into yumenosaki as you were eichi's childhood friend. always visiting and making sure he does have a spot of colour in his childhood memories.

" silent now are we? please don't feel weirden out or anything... can we start back to square one? when we first met, to when we confessed and change everything in between. "

looking at rei's face, one with slight hope and determination you can't help but give in slightly.

" im fine's producer now, you know. "

" fine or eccentric five's producer, you'll always be y/n in my eyes. so what do you say, we go back to being lovers? it's fine if you don't have any lingering feelings for me, at least reject this poor man's heart so I won't have to look forward to winning you back. "

giving you one forced smile, he turns his back and walks away. you wanted to scream at him to stay or to at least not leave you alone with your thoughts everywhere. shouting out his name in hopes he'll stop walking, rei turns to look at you.

" it's not like i hate you or anything but! you could've at least try to win my heart and not throw it away. you know how much I love you. "

" so we're lovers again? "

" whatever you want old man. "

walking past him, he grabs your wrist and then links his pinky with yours. happily trailing behind you like a lost puppy. of course you didn't mind or anything, all you wanted was to grab your bag and go home with rei walking with you, hearing all the stories of yumenosaki from the living legend himself.

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Laid to rest 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: Part 2 of too late

A/N: This is another ‘what if’ but it’s never gonna happen. Don’t worry, my brain is just running around in a circle chasing its tail. I’ll post something fluffy later. 

Warnings: heavy angst, death, thoughts of suicide

Wanda’s eyes are red and puffy as she watches the wind blow through the trees of the mountains behind your house. It had been three weeks since you’d died and she still couldn’t bring herself to let you go. It had taken her brother, Bucky and Steve, all dragging Wanda away from you after the shootout had ended before things had calmed down enough to allow them to regain their bearings.

When everyone had realized you and Boone hadn’t made it they’d been devastated. No one had been able to hide it enough to help pull Wanda from her grief. The sisters had taken care of the two of you while Pietro tried to get his sister to calm down. He’d watched her go through nearly every stage of grief in that ruined bar, and by the time he’d gotten her home she was near catatonic. She hadn’t wanted to go to the compound or her house because it didn’t matter what she did, there would be signs of you everywhere.

Pietro decided to take her to the house, and he’d only regretted it immediately when Wanda broke down again at the sight of your car in the garage. Despite her refusal to talk or do much of anything for days, Pietro stayed with her to make sure that she didn’t do anything too damaging. He watched her drink for the first day, then just cry and sleep for the next before she finally talked to Nat and Yelena to find out what had happened to you.

She hadn’t wanted to see you like that again, and she’d known your final wishes since the beginning of your relationship. She confirmed that you were cremated along with your dog, and she’d asked for you to be brought home.

Now Wanda was standing in the middle of the woods with her family and two urns in her hands. You had never told her what you wanted done in the event that your dog passed away because that was never something you could bring yourself to talk about. You loved him so much and he was still young so the idea of losing him made you cry. Therefore you never thought about it, let alone talked to her about it.

So Wanda took some liberties, but she assumed that you would want to be with your dog if at all possible. She wanted to do that for you, and she looks over to the horizon from the cliff where the two of you had gotten engaged before she takes a deep breath. You’d brought her out here one morning when it had been dark and cold, but you’d sworn that the sunset would be worth it. She had humored you because she loved you and she hadn’t regretted it when the sun came up and bathed the mountains in a beautiful glow. She remembers turning to you to tell you that you were right when she sees that you’re not longer standing beside her.

Tears start to fall as she remembers how shocked she’d been to see you kneeling before her with a ring in your hand. You’d told her how much you loved her and that no matter what you’d always be with her. You wanted to marry her and have a family and grow old together.

Wanda carefully readjusts the urns as the wind continues to whip her hair around her face. She glances over her shoulder at her friends who all look distracted by their own thoughts.

Wanda’s grateful for the years she’s had them in her life. Times weren’t always good and she sometimes couldn’t stand how close they all were, but they were her family at the end of the day. She and Pietro had lost their own family relatively young, but they had found a new one among their friends…and you.

She owed them a lot. Especially after the past few weeks of hell for all of them. She’d fallen apart and she still didn’t see any of the pieces in sight as she tries to get used to living without you and Boone. The silence of the house is overwhelming and despite having every television in the house on at all times, it didn’t help. Nothing could keep her from noticing your absence.

Wanda turns around completely before she addresses the group that joined her out here in the middle of the woods on this depressing day. She knew she wasn’t good company, but they all deserved to be here as she sends you and Boone off in a way that hopefully helps her realize that neither of you are coming back.

“Y/n would have hated this.”

Pietro seems to be the only one who knows where his sister is going with this. Bucky and Steve just wait for her to continue while Nat and Yelena shoot her a confused look. They had been thinking about how the last few weeks had been horrendous as they dealt with the aftermath of your death.

Yelena had almost completely shut Kate out for the first week as she drank herself sick, and Nat has been training so hard that she’d broken bones in both of her hands. They’d dealt with their grief in different ways and despite not being anywhere close to better, they needed to be here for this.

“She would hate that I brought you to this special place so we could all drown in our grief together.”

Wanda takes a moment to imagine you standing beside her with a disgruntled expression and your hands on your hips. She actually smiles and her brother nearly starts tearing up at the sight. He’s certain that he hasn’t seen his sister smile since she lost you.

“She’d probably threaten to push us off the cliff if we didn’t stop moping.”

Wanda doesn’t bother to mention that she’d considered jumping off of it and other things multiple times before today. She’d dreamt of ending her life so she could be with you, but she knows that you wouldn’t welcome her if she did it. She’d promised you to try and move on, and despite hating the idea and wanting to scream just at the thought of it, she was going to do it. Not any time soon, and she didn’t think you’d fault her for that, but she will find a way to keep going.

“Y/n would love that you’re all here with her…and her spoiled dog.”

This got a few laughs and Nat smiled at the thought of you spoiling your dog at every possible opportunity. She tries not to think about how he’d been shot almost as many times as you that night when you both had been targeted. They were still trying to figure out the details, and it was slow going because they almost didn’t want to know, but the consensus was that you were the target. That would explain why you were the first one shot and the only person killed during the attack. 

“And although I know they would rather be here with us, I’m at least grateful that they’re together.”

Yelena wipes her eyes when Wanda says this and she looks away as she realizes that she is grateful for this too. You’d loved your dog almost as much as you loved Wanda and knowing that you’d seen him die right before you tore her up.

Wanda sighs deeply as she wipes her eyes and looks up at the sky. The light blue peeks through the trees and she smiles once again as she looks to her brother first before the rest of her family.

Despite giving him shit often, he was a great brother who’d been an immense help through all of this. He’d practically moved in and stopped working so he could make sure that she was okay. Wanda couldn’t even bring herself to ask about work or how they were going to respond to this. She’d just been grateful for her brother’s presence and his silent reassurance that he was there for whatever she needed.

“Now this isn’t goodbye because I refuse to believe we won’t see her again, but if she gets her way like usual, it won’t be anytime soon.”

Wanda turns back toward the view that takes her back to one of the happiest moments of her life before she walks towards the edge of the cliff. She doesn’t realize she’s being followed as she clutches the urns so tightly her hands start to ache. She glances down to the trees far below her and she only has a moment to consider how far down it is. 

A hand on her shoulder makes her turn to the side to see Pietro shooting her a kind smile. She checks her other side and confirms her suspicions that Nat and Yelena are standing beside her as well. She sighs in defeat as she starts to open the urns that contain your ashes and Boone’s before she steps so close to the edge that a strong breeze could send her over.

“This is just the first part of keeping our promise. Accepting that she’s gone a-and eventually being okay despite this.”

Pietro’s hand on her shoulder steadies her enough to tip the urns and watch as the breeze carries the two of you away. She’s crying by the time she passes them to her brother with a look that he just nods at. Wanda squeezes her eyes shut as everyone else takes a few moments to honor you as well. She continues to cry silently as she sits down so her legs are dangling over the edge of the earth. Pietro is quick to follow her and soon everyone’s sitting and getting lost in their thoughts as they watch the sun rise higher.

“I hope she knows how much she was loved.”

Wanda leans against her brother as he sets the empty urns beside him with a nod. He wraps an arm around his sister as he glances back out to the view that will now always remind him of you.

“She knows.”

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

Altitude - Chapter 6

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!OC

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Fem!OC

Summary: Sydney is not a pilot. But she knows all their tricks. That's why, when she meets the smooth-talking Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, she's not falling for any of them. She's not falling for him, either.

CW: This is a Mav chapter. Love triangle, angst, marital conflict, slow burn.

Start from the beginning: Part I

Maverick settles his tab at the bar, now and again throwing a sideways glance at Jake Seresin and Bradley Bradshaw as they shower his daughter with attention. He imagines she must feel, at the very least, inconvenienced by their tiresome advances, and – more likely – encumbered by their presence. But she doesn’t show it; Sydney Mitchell is all smiles and laughter, as if either Hangman or Rooster have any sense of humor whatsoever. Maverick shakes his head, admiring his daughter’s acting skills. She actually looks as though she’s enjoying herself. Which is absurd – she couldn’t possibly be.

He bids his trainees goodnight and heads for the door. He doesn’t need to witness them getting hammered the night before their canyon run exercise. He’d end up lecturing them on the effects of alcohol on reaction time and how long it takes for the body to clear it from the system. He doesn’t want to be that guy. Besides, he remembers himself at their age, and he wouldn’t have paid himself any attention whatsoever. These life lessons are best learned by living. And, hopefully, surviving.

He steps out of the bar, hopping down the steps of the deck, and looks out at the rose-tinted sky. The sun is below the horizon now, and the rippling water is reflecting the red and orange hues of dusk. There are still people in the water, families gathering their belongings on the beach, couples enjoying the warm, evening air.

He slides on his sunglasses, turning toward the parking lot, the gravel of the road crushing under his boots, and starts for his bike. That’s when he sees her.

Cast in the golden glow of sunset, hair afloat in the breeze coming off the water, skirt flattened by the wind right against her legs, she’s like an apparition. Something out of this world. Something he’s been chasing after his entire life. Something surreal and forever just out of reach.

She’s walking toward the Hard Deck, tucking her hair behind her ear as it blows into her face. She spots him almost as soon as he sees her, and her step falters slightly. The hesitation is so minute that she clearly means for it to go undetected, but there is nothing about her that has ever escaped his notice.

His pace slows as he stares at her in wonder, half-expecting her to evaporate together with the salty air. He reaches up to remove his aviators, blinking profusely as though the act might somehow correct his vision and erase her from existence or, at any rate, from the parking lot.

She doesn’t look pleased to see him, even less so as he comes to a halt before they cross paths. He’s staring at her incredulously as she stops before him, sighing impatiently.

“Pete,” she says. The name falling from her lips stings. After all, she used to call him Maverick. “Fancy seeing you here.”

He nods, his mouth still slightly agape. “No kidding,” he responds.

She glances at the bar behind him irritably, as if he’s keeping her from much more pressing matters. She lets out a puff of air, folding her arms over her chest, apparently resigned to spending another several minutes in an uncomfortable silence with him.

“What brings you to North Island?” he asks, eyeing her warily, for the first time in his life unsure how to talk to her. Still, there isn’t anything in the world he’d rather be doing.

She gives him a pointed look. “Sydney, of course.”

Maverick nods. “Of course.” He hesitates, wanting, more than anything, to reach out and touch her arm, confirm that she’s real.

“Is she here? I’ve tracked her phone to this location.”

Maverick narrows his eyes. “She didn’t tell you she was coming?”

Another sigh. “You didn’t wonder for a minute why she’s suddenly decided to seek you out?”

Maverick shakes his head. “I didn’t want to question it.” He shrugs. “I was just happy to see her.”

She gives him a sympathetic glance, her icy demeanor collapsing around her. Then a small smile appears on her face as she lowers her gaze. “You’ve been good?” she asks expectantly.

He chuckles. “I have.”

She purses her lips, avoiding his gaze. “That’s good.”

He can’t take his eyes off her. “Could have been better,” he adds.

She scoffs and shakes her head, although the smile lingers on her face, despite the bitterness of her words. “Yeah, couldn’t we all?”

“Amelia,” he says quietly, his voice close to breaking.

She meets his gaze briefly and, in that instant, he nearly blacks out. She sighs sharply and looks away, but he’s reeling from the fleeting – but earth-shattering – eye contact. He takes an uneven breath, watching her stare at the gravel at his feet as if it were more interesting than his face.

There are about a million things he’d like to say to her, give or take a few, but he can’t seem to string two words together, let alone a relevant, coherent sentence. He can only gape at her, admiring her unparalleled beauty, finding comfort in her predictable cynicism. He wipes at his brow uneasily, giving his hand something to do besides clenching into a fist to keep it from shaking. He closes his eyes, breathing out steadily. “She’s inside,” he says.

Amelia looks up at him with a small smile. “Thanks,” she says.

Maverick nods to acknowledge the gratitude, trying to catch her gaze. Her eyes linger for a moment on his and it seems to take a significant amount of effort on her part to finally look away. “Amelia,” he calls when she starts to walk away. She turns back wearily. “You staying awhile?”

She lifts her eyebrows and bites on the inside of her cheek. “Not if I can help it,” she responds.

Maverick chuckles. “I’m sincerely hoping you can’t,” he says, to which she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

He watches her cross the parking lot toward the stairs leading to the front door of the Hard Deck and pull on the door. She glances back at him before entering and, for a moment, he considers following her back inside. He wavers on the spot before sliding his aviator back over his eyes with a smile. He turns unhurriedly, unable to contain his widening grin, and heads for his bike.

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Prompt list yay!!

Ok so, Erik Lehnsherr x gn!reader with prompt 1

Erik refuses to accept the fact that someone is in love and wants to with him, but reader refuses to back down on showing him the love and affection he deserves.

Very grumpy x sunshine fluff 😔

Love is Complicated

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Word count:551

Pairing:Erik Lehnsherr x GN!Reader

Warning(s):Angst.Fluff.Erik himself.

A/n: I am so sorry for taking so long, I kept rewriting it trying get it how I thought it would go. This isn't exactly what you asked for but I tried the best I could. This isn't spell checked. Hope you enjoy.

"I love you" I say softly as the wind blows over us as we sit outside watching the sunset, relaxing after a rough day. Erik looks over at him, he seemed surprised yet scared almost. He was quickly to stand up and walk away from me. Erik and I have a... complicated relationship, I do love him and in that moment I believed he needed to hear it from someone he cares about. But maybe it's too soon. "Wait. Erik," I say as I quickly get up to follow him, his stride was faster than mine when I finally caught up to him I reached for his hand. He allowed me to take it and he stopped on the spot, He kept his back to me as he looked down at our hands

"I'd like to be alone, y/n"

"I know..."

I tightened my grip on his hand and stood beside him. "I love you, Erik." My voice was determined but gentle, He turned his head to look at him, the shine of tears were being to show. "Please...Don't." He was close to falling apart, I could feel it but he hid it behind faux anger. His eyes turned dark and he let go of my hand "You should leave." He turned away from me but I swiftly placed my hand on his shoulder to keep him from leaving. He froze almost immediately "Erik. Look at me." I move in front of him so he has no choice but to, I placed my hand on the side of his face and he tried to shy away but gave in a leaned into my touch.

"Y/n...For your sake please, don't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because you will get hurt, or even worse you could die. Everyone I have ever loved has either died or left me. I am incapable of loving someone without putting them in danger."

"Oh now that just simply not true. None of those were your fault. And even if some were they were accidents. You never intentionally hurt the people you love." I place my free hand on the other side of his face, pulling him towards me gently, He took the hint and stepped in closer. His hands Lifting to rest on my waist "I don't know if I can allow myself to love someone again yet.." He sighed exhaustedly, his hard shell cracking and his vulnerability began to show, he rested his forehead against my shoulder and my arms wrapped loosely around his neck "That's okay, I'm willing to wait for you.."

Another sigh escaped his lips as he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into him "Why did you have to tell me you love me, I'm not able to say it back to you." He whispered sadly.

"I didn't say it to hear it back..I said it to make sure you knew." I gently run my fingers through his hair "I love you." I whisper softly as he hides his face in my neck, allowing himself to be vulnerable.

Silent tears were shed and Love was found once more. He will tell me he loves me once he's ready but I'll never stop telling him and showing him all the little ways I can love him.

[copiousloverofcopia]

Here is a little something for one of my regulars, @snochicka ❤️‍🔥

If you're into Cardinal Copia having some fun with his S/O after a ride on a motorcycle then this one is for you 😁

Thanks ghestie for your support!!!

Open Road

Also available here on A03!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

I took a breath of the crisp night air, feeling the coolness of the Autumn twilight filling my lungs. It was a beautiful night, the neon colors of the sunset painted across the horizon, as I waited for Copia in the drive. I'd been anticipating this for weeks now and any moment it would be here. The opportunity for a ride on the open road.

It had been a long time since I'd rode a motorcycle. I longed for the feeling of the wind blowing through my dark hair and that sense of peace only the road could provide. Sister Imperator wasn't fond of them, so when I arrived at the Abbey a few years back, my prized Triumph was stripped away. A habit and a world of new responsibilities taking its place. A bit cliche, but the bike made me feel free. More like myself than I felt any other time in my life. Well that was until recently, when I caught the attention of a certain Cardinal.

Copia was so sweet, his adorably shy and kind-hearted demeanor, obvious from the get-go. I'd seen him many times in the Abbey, all of us siblings of sin unable to keep from becoming familiar with one another, but we'd never talked. It wasn't until recently that I had caught him staring at me during Black Mass. I looked up to see his eyes, wandering my way as Primo carried on about sin and penance. All of which, honestly, I'd stopped listening to ages ago.

He noticed me, noticing him. A blush filling his cheeks and I'm sure mine too, as we pretended to listen to the sermon. It was still a few days later before he finally struck up enough nerve to talk to me.

"Sorella, I hope you are doing well." He said, holding his biretta in his hands.

"Yes, I am well Cardinal thank you." I replied, placing the ball back in his court. He smiled shyly, scratching the back of his head and clearly blanking on what he wanted to say next. I fiddled with the hem of my veil, waiting for him to make the first move. Each passing second felt like hours and eventually I couldn't wait any longer, deciding to take things into my own hands.

"Cardinal, would you like to come to lunch with me?" I asked him. I could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Such a sweet and kind smile it was, one that has every day since filled my heart with joy.

"Sí sorella, nothing would make me happier." He said, taking my hand in his. The two of us have been inseparable ever since. Sharing hopes and dreams. I told him all about my love for bikes and how much I missed them. Copia taking everything in and making note of it, committing all that made me, me to memory.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise when he pulled me to the side after Mass last night. His arms around my waist and kissing me gently on the lips. We had slowly become more intimate, however only skirting at the precipice of something more. Nevertheless he purred into my ear with a tease and a promise of more to come, telling me he had something special planned. He had found a pair of bikes, the ghouls instructed to pick them up for us that following evening.

"Sweet Lucifer, are you serious Cope? And Sister doesn't mind?" I asked, barely able to contain my excitement. Feeling the pain in my cheeks from my smile.

"Well...how she feels about it doesn't matter sorella, what matters is you." He smiled. I threw my arms around him. Hugging him ever so tightly as my heart pounded away inside my chest. My love for him, only growing.

Now here we are, the following evening and I wait with bated breath for the ghouls to arrive, bikes in tow. "Still not here yet, eh?" Copia asked me as he closed up the large wooden door of the narthex behind. I sat on the steps, turning to nod to him as he sat down beside me.

"Not yet, I'm afraid…you're sure they're still coming?" I asked, Copia laughing at me as he wrapped his arm over my shoulders.

"They are coming amore, don't worry." He promised as I leaned my head onto his shoulder. He smelled so good, his body so warm against mine. It was at that moment, I debated about abandoning it all. Instead, opting to escalate things between us, imagining him ravishing me in his office—but I was so close.

Then I heard it, faint at first but then unmistakable. The roaring of engines as the ghouls approached the Abbey. Copia squeezed me in his grip, bracing me as I felt like I might burst from excitement. The two of us got to our feet as Dew and Aether appeared from around the corner driving up towards us. Both ghouls, looking badass on their respective bikes.

Seeing them before me, the metal glistening in the evening light, made my heart soar. I was so excited for Copia and I to ride together. "Oh guys thank you all so much! I'm so excited for us to take turns riding together. Copia you're so wonderful." I beamed, both Aether and Dew sending each other a discerning look. I felt my heart sink, something was wrong.

Dew and Aether dismounted the bikes and stood beside us while we figured out all the logistics. "Amore…I thought that you and the ghouls could take turns…I am not familiar with this sort of thing." Copia explained. I could tell without him having to say a word—he was nervous to ride.

"That's it Cope, put this on and come with me." I demanded, handing him a helmet and a Bluetooth com from Dew, knowing that even though he was apprehensive—he would indulge me.

"Oh…ok." He said, meekly as he put on the headgear. I put on my own gear and swung my leg over the bike, straddling it. Copia, reluctantly climbing on behind me still feeling very unsure.

"Copia you'll be fine, we'll talk through the coms and you just hold on to me, ok? No worries." I assured him. My sweet and definitely terrified Cardinal gave me a forced smile as he wrapped his arms around me.

"Well here goes nothing." He muttered, Dew and Aether hopping on the remaining bike. The four of us took off down the drive. I started off slow, allowing Copia to adjust, but the biker in me couldn't help it. I gave it a bit more gas, passing the ghouls and relishing the open road as we rode past the vast fields and vineyards.

I was my whole self once more, my lover at my back and friends as my side. Pure magic, I thought as I made the twists and turns of the road. Leaning into them with ease, as if it hadn’t been years since I’d done it. I felt Copia gripping me tighter. He hadn't said much at that point, but his grumbling and a distinctive budge at my back side told me that the vibrations were getting to him.

"Ah…amore…" he began over the com. I allowed a smile to creep across my face. I was feeling it too, the sweet vibrations making me wet as he drove on.

"I know Cope, I feel it too. Oh fuck it's so good." I moaned, beginning to ache for more. I felt his hand slide over my hip and between my legs, rubbing me through the fabric of my panties as I rode. I could hear him moaning through the com as he met with my wet cunt, throbbing and begging to be touched more completely.

"Sorella, amore…I need you to pull over—now." Copia whined. His sweet, needy groaning intensified as the ghouls overtook us. I told them we’d meet up with them in a bit. The ghouls knew exactly what was happening, chuckling to themselves as they sped off.

I found us a spot along the side of the road, next to a stone wall and a large field. The perfect place for consummation. It was beautiful, surrounded by the golds and oranges of the season and the leaves cascading down and dancing in the wind.

The sun had almost completely set at that point. Me, laughing at Copia as he rushed off the bike almost before I could park it. Tearing off his helmet and releasing his heavy cock from the confines of his pants. My mouth fell open, eyes widening at the sight.

Fuck, he looked so incredible. His thick endowment proudly on display as he waited for me to remove my helmet. I stood before him, Copia stroking the shaft in his hand. The obvious sheen from his precum dripping from the swollen head.

"Amore, remove your panties. I need to be inside you." Copia said, breathy and wanton. I did as I was told, watching the lust grow in his eyes as he looked at me. Copia pressed his lips into mine, his cock brushing up against me as he dropped it to run his fingers up under my habit. His other hand through my hair, holding his hand against my brunette locks as he kissed me deeply.

I felt myself coming undone. This was it, the moment I had been waiting for. I couldn’t think of it happening in a more perfect way. He finally reached my soaked folds. Copia, moaning as he slid past them. As soon as his fingers met with my cunt, I had melted.

He carefully slid his fingers deep inside me. I held on tight to his shoulders as he began kissing along my neck, curling and pumping rhythmically in and out. I felt my hips rock to meet with him, begging for more friction. I brought my hand down between us, rubbing my clit as he continued to fuck me with his hand.

Copia reveled in my moans, I could feel his cock twitching as I came closer to climax. "Amore, cum for me…cum on my fingers. Let me feel how much you want me to fuck you." He groaned, his cock aching to be touched once again.

"Ah fuck Cope, please…please make me cum for you!" I begged. Copia lifted up my leg, anchoring it over his arm, as he buried his fingers deep inside. He relentlessly pressed into the spot that made me see Lucifer himself. I glided my pussy along his fingers, fucking myself on them as I began to tremble. My cum, rolling over my lover's hand as he climaxed.

"Amore come with me to the wall and I will give you a ride that that bike never could." Copia growled, licking his fingers clean of my juices. Hearing the words leave his lips made me throb once more, the cum from my previous orgasm blissfully leaking along my inner thigh.

He sat there waiting, his cock at full attention and pulsing. He stroked himself as I gathered up my habit in front of me. "I want you so much." I moaned, ready for him to take me right there. I lined myself up and sank down slowly on the length of his cock.

I couldn't help but mewl as I felt the sweet girth spreading me out from inside. I squeezed as I met with the hilt of him. Copia groaned and bit my neck as I bottomed out. I began to move, rising and falling on his cock as he met me over and over again with the thrust of his hips.

"Fuck your cock is so big…ah…mmm…you feel so good!" I cry as he fills me, so thick and long I'm sure I can taste him. I have never felt so deliciously full as he pounds harder up into me.

"Take me amore, all of me. Make me cum for you." Copia hissed, biting his lip. I could tell he was getting close, his movements stiffening. I buckled down, rolling over and pressing down on his cock. Squeezing tightly around him as I moved, feeling his grip on my hips intensify.

“I'm cumming! I’m cumming!” I moaned, feeling myself explode inside. The heat from my pleasure, washing over me as I came. I felt his hard cock begin to kick and all at once his hot cum filled me up deep inside. The fluid spilling out and down around him as he continued to thrust until he was completely spent.

“Bellissima.” Copia whispered against the skin on my neck. I leaned back to kiss him, the change in position causing his spent cock to slip from inside me. We both moaned, mourning the loss of each other. I had never felt so alive, the two of us together as one.

“So,” I laughed, “Did you actually enjoy the ride?” curious to see if he might share my interests.

“More than anything, we should go again.” He purred, kissing my neck. I laughed harder, both of us drunk in each other’s affections.

“I meant on the bike.” I chuckled, turning to face him more. Copia smirked, raising an eyebrow at me as he trailed his hand between my thighs.

“Oh yes…that too.”

[miastideclock]

tan lines and late nights // stray kids

in spirit of my winter-depression carrying well into spring, seeing as my window is currently snowed shut, i decided to post this little.. thing? that makes me think about summer and how badly i want/need it to come sooner.

requested by: the negative four degrees outside, despite it being mid-march word count: 350-ish, short and sweet little thing warnings: none, not edited / proofread

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wind blowing against your skin gently as the sun is high in the sky, beaming down to heat the pavement your bare feet are touching. your hair is lighter as the rays from the sky bleaches it for you, your skin growing darker and your face scattered with little sun-kissed freckles. your chest heaves as you close your eyes.

a bird in the distance breaks you out of your trance and you continue the small walk from the car to the dock, your shoes left far behind. as you get closer and closer, you tear the shirt off your body, your legs picking up the pace as you do so, trying your best to keep up with the boys as you all sprint towards the open ocean, one after another jumping into the water. the salt sea is cool against your overheated skin, having been exposed to the sun all day.

the evening soon approaches, but your adventures are far from over. climbing into the passenger seat of his car, you take off. the whole car is laughing at some stupid joke, while you drive long and far. the lot has big smiles plastered on their faces, their hair textured from the salt and their skin radiating heat. the music blasting from the car-stereo gets your mind wandering. you finally wrap your head around the fact that you are more prosperous than any man who may buy all what they desire. you are more wealthy than a woman who doesn't need to look at the price tag of an expensive car, for you are rich in memories of nights like these. countless of evenings have played out to a variant of this, and that's more than anyone could ever ask for. nights where sand is stuck around your ankles, and your shoulders are peeling from sunburns. where both you and the boys are unsure is the lights behind the mountains are a sunset or a sunrise. nights where it feels like you'll be young forever.

where all that is important is tan lines and late nights.

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cheers, bentley♡

[ali-annals]

nothing lasts forever (say you'll remember me) (forever is the sweetest con, pt 1)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng PART TWO Moodboard

Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.0k | TW: -

A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.

Years after retiring from Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes by many other names, switching identities as easily as she breathes…until she tries to swindle the wrong guy.

“Jump in!”

The red Mercedes screeched to a stop at Marinette’s feet, and she yanked the door open, hopping inside. The car took off before she’d even finished closing it. 

She looked up from buckling her seatbelt. “Your timing is impeccable.”

Her chauffeur smirked at her, already passing the ‘goodbye’ billboard at the city limits. “Tell that to my exes.”

“Ooh, self-burn, those are rare. Where are we going now?”

“Anywhere away from the crowds,” he shrugged. “Where do ya wanna go?”

“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”

He leaned over, bringing her knuckles to his mouth to press a soft kiss there. “‘With me’ it is!”

Jason pulled over at a roadside motel for the night, the gorgeous view from their window making up for the dubious service offered. 

The sunset drew Marinette to it like a moth to a flame, her fingers itching for the familiar colours and rough surface of the heavy-pressed paper she drew on. She could imagine the designs already, showcasing the rugged beauty of night rising.

People usually said night fell, but in her opinion, it rose, creeping up on you gently until suddenly all you could see was the smooth darkness. 

She turned to face the wind, letting it blow her hair out of her face, enjoying the last rays of light warming her skin. 

“Pixie!” called Jason, climbing up the slight knoll until he didn’t have to shout for her attention anymore. 

She tossed him a smile. “Hey, Jay.”

His larger form behind her gave her a strange sense of security, stability. She didn’t know why; they’d agreed when they met that they would leave sooner rather than later.

Ten months ago

“Jason Head.”

“Marie Cheng. Enchante.”

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing here?”

She glanced around at the bar, filled with rougher-looking people than her in her polished pink dress and grey boots and coat. “Hiding,” she said simply, her body language inviting him to join her.

He accepted her invite, perching on the stool beside her and ordering a ginger beer.

Her eyebrow raised, unbidden. He tossed her a half-grin, silently baiting her.

She bit. “I can’t say I expected you to order a ginger beer.”

“And what did you expect me to order?”

“Scotch or whisky on the rocks, most likely. Maybe a lager.”

“I don’t mind one now and again but I prefer to stay away from alcohol when I can. Family issues.”

She nodded understandingly. “Why are you here then, if you don’t drink your problems away for the night?”

“Maybe I have other ways of dealing with my problems,” he looked her up and down slowly, subtext not lost on her. She was well-versed in masculine wiles and countering with her own feminine ones. 

She bit her lip, swirling her mocktail around slowly. “Do you deal with your problems in another place, as well as manner, then?”

“I might. Would you care to see?”

“I think I’d like that very much.” She polished off her drink, preparing to close her tab. Jason beat her to it, waving away her protests. 

Marinette silently pulled her dress over her head, glancing surreptitiously at the bed to make sure Jason was still sleeping. He didn’t move, like he hadn’t for the past several minutes.

She tiptoed to his discarded pants pockets, fishing through his wallet for loose cash. It was a hard business, being a bandit these days. Everyone paid through credit cards or apps, making one-and-done deals like this much harder to pull off and less financially feasible to make up for the trouble it was worth. Long cons were easier, simply requiring her to make up a new personality for a month or two while she stored away jewels and leftover cash from shopping sprees financed by her target du jour . 

A paper in Jason’s wallet caught her eye and she tugged it out from its sticky hiding place after another glance at the bed. Jason Todd was the name, not Jason Head. 

So she wasn’t the only one out there still doing good ol’ fashioned swindling, huh. Inwardly, she chuckled at the irony of them ending up together. Well, it had been fun. Adieu, Jason Whatever-your-real surname-is.

She curled her fingers around the doorknob cautiously, twisting slowly so the click wouldn’t wake Jason up. 

She’d made it to the parking lot when her arm was seized and she turned to see Jason holding her.

“I think you mixed up some of our belongings in your haste to escape, Marie.”

A couple was much less suspicious than a single person, making their cons much easier. A partner for lookout, for companionship, for intelligent conversation, especially about their line of work, was a welcome find. They agreed to travel together for no longer than a year, as they’d eventually become too noticeable as a couple. Still, while they had each other, they made the most of it.

Now

He wrapped his arms around her waist, speaking softly into her ear. They’d done this plenty of times, but it felt different this time, and what he said confirmed Marinette’s thoughts.

“They know we have a partner now; it would be smarter to split up.”

She nodded, turning in his arms to face him. “You’re right. Promise me one more night before we separate?”

“One more night,” he agreed, kissing her. 

She silently pulled her clothes over her head, glancing back at the bed. She knew this time he was sleeping, having become accustomed to his breathing patterns, even his resting heart rate over the past several months. She opened his wallet, sliding several bills in between the soft leather folds. 

With a final glance at his sleeping form, she quietly opened the door and slipped out into the sunrise.

She opened her wallet at the bus station to pay for her ticket. Several more bills than she’d had last night peeked up at her. She scoffed a smile, wiping her tears away. He’s already remembering me. Adieu, Jason Todd.