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…. Not me reporting tvrnbvckle again nope

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…. I wanna write something bUT WHO

[pvnkfaerie]

In Another Life

Lmao because i am the human i am, YES YES I HAD SONG HELP and like… you’ll see, it’s really just the one or two lines but 

Uhhhhh I guess this is only really angst if u read my last part ‘All The Right Moves’ bc then you understand theeeeeeeeee uh… significance of the title and like… who’s line is who saying what YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN you don’t but you’ll see. I recommend reading or rereading the first part before this bc then you’ll have ‘WAIT’ moments but like. Don’t worry about it either. Standalone but like. Not really a standalone. But it can be. But it won’t have as much meaning. So. (but also if u reread it like.. Lemme know if u caught the foreshadowing in the spicy scene) 

This doesn’t answer any questions about our dear Main Character but we’ll get there I PROMISE eventually maybe I dunno, I have her story in my head but it’s not in here LMAO

This one is shorter than the first and I don’t really know why because TO ME AT LEAST might just be me, it feels a tad more detailed??? I dunno who knows. 

Warnings; S M U T ahead, if you do not like it/are under 18, please do not read like honestly there’s like… A little bit of reading without it so. Yeah. That’s it this time guys!! 

Adam Page/Fem!Nameless Reader

Spoilers (don’t read if you don’t want ‘em) it’s like. This is basically a retelling of sorts (????) so. Yep. 

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, gotta tag @penelopeford

Anyways ily babies. Pls have tissues ready

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We keep all our promises, be us against the world. 

It had been over a year since he promised peace if he fought one more war, one more war fought for reasons he would never know, treaties he would never get a say in. One more war and he could live happily with his perfect wife in their house far away from any kingdom that dare call upon him again. 

As long as he had her, his very heart and soul, he would never again need anything promised to him by those cursed by the gods. 

It had been over a year since he’d seen her, held her in his arms, basked in her warmth. And yet, as he crossed over their little hilltop, it seemed like only yesterday that he was just a simple stable boy stumbling over his words at the pretty, oh so pretty, baker girl he had just crashed into. 

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her, busying herself with hanging the laundry. He quickly shushed down the grumbling of his horse, equally as ready to be home, allowing himself another moment to just watch before she noticed him. 

She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. 

An almost goofy smile graced his features at her small twirl, no doubt humming to herself as she danced around their little yard. He could sneak behind her, catch her in the act. Take her in his arms and find home against her lips. Find grace as he whispered sweet nothings, her voice calming his every thought.

An almost mocking whinny pulled him from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the cursed beast. They only softened meeting with hers that now filled with tears. 

“Adam?” It was a ghost of a whisper before she broke out into a run, no care for the laundry left behind and the dirt that now coated her feet. 

“Damned horse,” he muttered as he dismounted, leaving his comrade to finally relax. She had leapt into his arms before he could even see her, arms acting on their own as he caught her before he fell to the ground. Her kisses grew salty, an inability to hold back her relief that he came back to her. He actually came back to her. 

“Don’t ever leave me again,” his heart broke at the pain in her voice, his grip only tightening around her, his unspoken promise to her. “My heart can’t take it.” He knew. Knew how painful it was for her alone in their little house, wondering when he would come home. If he would ever come back to her. 

“Angel,” it was a mumble against her now slowing lips, palms now pressed against her tear stained cheeks as he did his best to stop them from falling. “My angel. Never, I will never leave you again,” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as fresh tears filled her eyes. A smile lit up their features as he pushed her suddenly beneath him, her laughter lighting up his nerves at the near obnoxious kisses against her. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.” 

“Don’t say that,” it came out as a breathy sigh as he rested his forehead against hers, simply breathing her in. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” He hummed in mock agreement, needy lips once again meeting hers. 

“Then so be it, my love,” he swore he fell more in love as the colors of the sunset painted her skin, eyes watching him carefully, almost waiting for him to vanish. “So be it.” 

In another life, I would make you stay. 

The frame creaked against his weight as he watched his lover dance around the kitchen, excitement practically leaking from every pore on her body. His eyes shut briefly as he immersed himself in her quiet humming before pressing himself against her, arms encircling her waist as he joined her. His scent overwhelmed her senses as butterflies filled her stomach at his touch, smelling like home once again, like her Adam.

It started innocent enough, sweeping her hair to the side to place soft kisses against the back of her neck. He would blame her for the escalation, her little whimpers, begging him for more, please Adam, more going straight to his cock, the towel around his waist doing nothing to hide it. 

“Missed you,” it was like heaven and hell, the contrast in the sincerity of his voice against the rough callousness of his hands practically tearing the front of her dress, exposing her to the chill of the house. His whispered calamities met with her whimpers, impatience now taking control as she rocked back into him. He took his time as her dress finally puddled on their kitchen floor, retracing every inch that replayed in his dreams while he was gone. “Thought I wouldn’t make it without you, thought of leaving every day. Every damn day. Aren’t you proud of me for staying?” His moans mixed with hers as his hands finally covered her breasts, the immediate warmth causing her hips to buck against his. 

“Mhm, so proud, so so proud,” it came out rushed as she turned her head to meet his, heated kisses melting any complaints she wanted to mutter from her loneliness. Oh how she would have loved him to come back earlier but the comfort of knowing this was it, the last one, kept her sane. “Please. Don’t leave me, please.” His eyes softened along with his lips at how small her voice now sounded, turning her in his arms before scooping her up. He smiled at how perfectly she fit into his arms, kisses burying into the crook of his neck. 

“How could I ever leave you,” it was a promise as he placed her against their bed, body hovering over hers. “Never again angel.” He took his time as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to stay and make her happy for the rest of their lives. 

She kissed back, savoring the feeling of him surrounding her senses, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would do everything in her power to keep him happy, to keep him here with her. His groaning muscles turned silent at the first little moan that left her, his attention now focused on her neck and chest determined to drive out more of the noises that haunted his dreams. 

He took it out on her breasts, an almost sadistic chuckle responding to her whimpers at the bruises bitten into existence, marking her if only to confirm that this time, this was real, she was real. He couldn’t help watch the rise and fall of her chest with awe as he brushed over her nipples, completely lost in the ethereal glow that refused to be replicated in his dreams. It was a whine, a needy little thing, that finally pulled him from his thoughts and brought his lips to one of the hardened buds. His fingers moved in tandem before meeting with her slick, releasing her with a groan. She was wet, she was so wet and warm and all for him. 

It was done with all the grace and speed of a true fighter, her legs suddenly lifted over his shoulders, face buried in her wetness, hand pressing against her lips at the noise that escaped her. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks as he made quick work of removing her hand, holding it down with his.

“Don’t,” it was a warning, one she immediately found herself agreeing to at the darkening of his eyes. Their lips met once more as a comfort, the slight taste of herself now staining his tongue as they met. He couldn’t help one more as he pulled away, her small pout grounding him. “Keep yourself open f’me angel. Need you.” Hands stayed intertwined as he once again made his way down her body, soft kisses keeping his movements slowed. He practically growled as she tugged on his hair much too gently for obedience. But he would follow, god, he would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him to. 

“Adam, please,” she tried to move him where she needed him, pressing her hips against his hold in some vain attempt to get him there. She was rewarded with teeth against her hip, a gentle grazing against her skin as he found pleasure in marking her up. So close, he was so close. “Please touch me, something, anything.” 

“‘m already touching you angel,” he swore he found heaven in the noises she made, all needy and desperate, his nerves lighting up with every whine. His lips ghosted over pussy, the tip of his nose pressing just enough against her clit as he breathed her in. “What else do you want, hm?” 

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” her grip on him tightened as she tried to stay perfectly still though her patience was beginning to ware thin. He kept her hand in place with his as he finally gave her what she so prettily begged him for, her body jumping in surprise. She was a sweetness he had been kept from for too long, his moans meeting with hers as her taste finally filled him. He rested his head against twitching thighs as his fingers replaced his tongue, watching with awe as she swallowed one finger before adding another. 

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers as her first orgasm tore through her all too quickly being built from the very moment she saw him, the very moment she felt him in her arms once again. His lips caught every little noise that managed to escape, fingers continuing to work her into overstimulation. “Could never be cruel to you.” 

“Please,” it was one that made his heart leap out of his chest, one that felt as though it was her very soul crying out for his. She pressed herself against him, shaky legs once again opening herself up to him. He knew it was selfish as he pressed another bruising kiss against her lips before teasing himself against her center, coating himself in her essence as he waited for her spoken consent once more. 

He savored the way she stretched around him, the feel of her finally surrounding him once again. She was love, his light, the very meaning of his existence. He once again found his home as his hips pressed into hers, stilling to hold onto the feeling for just a bit longer. He found himself nodding along with her little pleas, finally pulling out only to snap back into her. 

“I know angel, I know. I’ve got you,” he knew it was obnoxious, the way his lips explored the small dip between her neck and shoulder but he couldn’t find it in him to care as she crooned beneath him. His fingers once again met with her clit, encouraging another orgasm before he met his end. “C’mon angel, lemme feel you, god, I missed you so damn much.” 

“Adam, please,” she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore, the only thing she knew was that she wanted more, more of him touching her. Her grip tightened against his hair, holding him against her as her orgasm hit her suddenly. She pressed his body further into hers, the weight of him comforting the unintelligible murmurs she hadn’t realized were spilling past. 

“Love you,” Pleasure spread from his core as he spilled into her, kissing her as if she was his lifeline as he slowed to a stop, nerves continuing to tingle as he pulled out, watching their mess leak out. He finally gave in to his exhaustion, slumping down onto the mattress making quick work to pull her against him before his heartbeat helped her give in to her sleepy state.. He pressed one last kiss against the top of her head, the feeling of her safe in his arms lulling him to sleep. 

“I love you.” 

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Wake up. 

No.

Adam, wake up. 

No, I can’t leave her.

Wake up. 

Please, please just let me have this, just here, please, don’t take her from me again. 

Adam.

No. 

No, it can’t-

He kept his eyes shut as he savored the warmth of her against his skin, a sensation that was all too familiar. And yet, never enough. It’s a dream, your mind playing tricks on you.

“Adam,” 

A shaky breath escaped him as he reached a hand up to meet hers, expecting to be left with nothing as he deserved, his grip tightening when she didn’t disappear. Tears leaked past shut eyes, refusing to have her taken from him again, even as he felt her press against him, her warmth wrapping around him like a child with a blanket. Even as he held her fragile body against him, her heartbeat mixing with his. 

“Angel? Oh, my angel.” 

[pvnkfaerie]

In Another Life

Lmao because i am the human i am, YES YES I HAD SONG HELP and like… you’ll see, it’s really just the one or two lines but 

Uhhhhh I guess this is only really angst if u read my last part ‘All The Right Moves’ bc then you understand theeeeeeeeee uh… significance of the title and like… who’s line is who saying what YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN you don’t but you’ll see. I recommend reading or rereading the first part before this bc then you’ll have ‘WAIT’ moments but like. Don’t worry about it either. Standalone but like. Not really a standalone. But it can be. But it won’t have as much meaning. So. (but also if u reread it like.. Lemme know if u caught the foreshadowing in the spicy scene) 

This doesn’t answer any questions about our dear Main Character but we’ll get there I PROMISE eventually maybe I dunno, I have her story in my head but it’s not in here LMAO

This one is shorter than the first and I don’t really know why because TO ME AT LEAST might just be me, it feels a tad more detailed??? I dunno who knows. 

Warnings; S M U T ahead, if you do not like it/are under 18, please do not read like honestly there’s like… A little bit of reading without it so. Yeah. That’s it this time guys!! 

Adam Page/Fem!Nameless Reader

Spoilers (don’t read if you don’t want ‘em) it’s like. This is basically a retelling of sorts (????) so. Yep. 

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, gotta tag @penelopeford

Anyways ily babies. Pls have tissues ready

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We keep all our promises, be us against the world. 

It had been over a year since he promised peace if he fought one more war, one more war fought for reasons he would never know, treaties he would never get a say in. One more war and he could live happily with his perfect wife in their house far away from any kingdom that dare call upon him again. 

As long as he had her, his very heart and soul, he would never again need anything promised to him by those cursed by the gods. 

It had been over a year since he’d seen her, held her in his arms, basked in her warmth. And yet, as he crossed over their little hilltop, it seemed like only yesterday that he was just a simple stable boy stumbling over his words at the pretty, oh so pretty, baker girl he had just crashed into. 

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her, busying herself with hanging the laundry. He quickly shushed down the grumbling of his horse, equally as ready to be home, allowing himself another moment to just watch before she noticed him. 

She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. 

An almost goofy smile graced his features at her small twirl, no doubt humming to herself as she danced around their little yard. He could sneak behind her, catch her in the act. Take her in his arms and find home against her lips. Find grace as he whispered sweet nothings, her voice calming his every thought.

An almost mocking whinny pulled him from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the cursed beast. They only softened meeting with hers that now filled with tears. 

“Adam?” It was a ghost of a whisper before she broke out into a run, no care for the laundry left behind and the dirt that now coated her feet. 

“Damned horse,” he muttered as he dismounted, leaving his comrade to finally relax. She had leapt into his arms before he could even see her, arms acting on their own as he caught her before he fell to the ground. Her kisses grew salty, an inability to hold back her relief that he came back to her. He actually came back to her. 

“Don’t ever leave me again,” his heart broke at the pain in her voice, his grip only tightening around her, his unspoken promise to her. “My heart can’t take it.” He knew. Knew how painful it was for her alone in their little house, wondering when he would come home. If he would ever come back to her. 

“Angel,” it was a mumble against her now slowing lips, palms now pressed against her tear stained cheeks as he did his best to stop them from falling. “My angel. Never, I will never leave you again,” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as fresh tears filled her eyes. A smile lit up their features as he pushed her suddenly beneath him, her laughter lighting up his nerves at the near obnoxious kisses against her. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.” 

“Don’t say that,” it came out as a breathy sigh as he rested his forehead against hers, simply breathing her in. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” He hummed in mock agreement, needy lips once again meeting hers. 

“Then so be it, my love,” he swore he fell more in love as the colors of the sunset painted her skin, eyes watching him carefully, almost waiting for him to vanish. “So be it.” 

In another life, I would make you stay. 

The frame creaked against his weight as he watched his lover dance around the kitchen, excitement practically leaking from every pore on her body. His eyes shut briefly as he immersed himself in her quiet humming before pressing himself against her, arms encircling her waist as he joined her. His scent overwhelmed her senses as butterflies filled her stomach at his touch, smelling like home once again, like her Adam.

It started innocent enough, sweeping her hair to the side to place soft kisses against the back of her neck. He would blame her for the escalation, her little whimpers, begging him for more, please Adam, more going straight to his cock, the towel around his waist doing nothing to hide it. 

“Missed you,” it was like heaven and hell, the contrast in the sincerity of his voice against the rough callousness of his hands practically tearing the front of her dress, exposing her to the chill of the house. His whispered calamities met with her whimpers, impatience now taking control as she rocked back into him. He took his time as her dress finally puddled on their kitchen floor, retracing every inch that replayed in his dreams while he was gone. “Thought I wouldn’t make it without you, thought of leaving every day. Every damn day. Aren’t you proud of me for staying?” His moans mixed with hers as his hands finally covered her breasts, the immediate warmth causing her hips to buck against his. 

“Mhm, so proud, so so proud,” it came out rushed as she turned her head to meet his, heated kisses melting any complaints she wanted to mutter from her loneliness. Oh how she would have loved him to come back earlier but the comfort of knowing this was it, the last one, kept her sane. “Please. Don’t leave me, please.” His eyes softened along with his lips at how small her voice now sounded, turning her in his arms before scooping her up. He smiled at how perfectly she fit into his arms, kisses burying into the crook of his neck. 

“How could I ever leave you,” it was a promise as he placed her against their bed, body hovering over hers. “Never again angel.” He took his time as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to stay and make her happy for the rest of their lives. 

She kissed back, savoring the feeling of him surrounding her senses, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would do everything in her power to keep him happy, to keep him here with her. His groaning muscles turned silent at the first little moan that left her, his attention now focused on her neck and chest determined to drive out more of the noises that haunted his dreams. 

He took it out on her breasts, an almost sadistic chuckle responding to her whimpers at the bruises bitten into existence, marking her if only to confirm that this time, this was real, she was real. He couldn’t help watch the rise and fall of her chest with awe as he brushed over her nipples, completely lost in the ethereal glow that refused to be replicated in his dreams. It was a whine, a needy little thing, that finally pulled him from his thoughts and brought his lips to one of the hardened buds. His fingers moved in tandem before meeting with her slick, releasing her with a groan. She was wet, she was so wet and warm and all for him. 

It was done with all the grace and speed of a true fighter, her legs suddenly lifted over his shoulders, face buried in her wetness, hand pressing against her lips at the noise that escaped her. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks as he made quick work of removing her hand, holding it down with his.

“Don’t,” it was a warning, one she immediately found herself agreeing to at the darkening of his eyes. Their lips met once more as a comfort, the slight taste of herself now staining his tongue as they met. He couldn’t help one more as he pulled away, her small pout grounding him. “Keep yourself open f’me angel. Need you.” Hands stayed intertwined as he once again made his way down her body, soft kisses keeping his movements slowed. He practically growled as she tugged on his hair much too gently for obedience. But he would follow, god, he would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him to. 

“Adam, please,” she tried to move him where she needed him, pressing her hips against his hold in some vain attempt to get him there. She was rewarded with teeth against her hip, a gentle grazing against her skin as he found pleasure in marking her up. So close, he was so close. “Please touch me, something, anything.” 

“‘m already touching you angel,” he swore he found heaven in the noises she made, all needy and desperate, his nerves lighting up with every whine. His lips ghosted over pussy, the tip of his nose pressing just enough against her clit as he breathed her in. “What else do you want, hm?” 

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” her grip on him tightened as she tried to stay perfectly still though her patience was beginning to ware thin. He kept her hand in place with his as he finally gave her what she so prettily begged him for, her body jumping in surprise. She was a sweetness he had been kept from for too long, his moans meeting with hers as her taste finally filled him. He rested his head against twitching thighs as his fingers replaced his tongue, watching with awe as she swallowed one finger before adding another. 

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers as her first orgasm tore through her all too quickly being built from the very moment she saw him, the very moment she felt him in her arms once again. His lips caught every little noise that managed to escape, fingers continuing to work her into overstimulation. “Could never be cruel to you.” 

“Please,” it was one that made his heart leap out of his chest, one that felt as though it was her very soul crying out for his. She pressed herself against him, shaky legs once again opening herself up to him. He knew it was selfish as he pressed another bruising kiss against her lips before teasing himself against her center, coating himself in her essence as he waited for her spoken consent once more. 

He savored the way she stretched around him, the feel of her finally surrounding him once again. She was love, his light, the very meaning of his existence. He once again found his home as his hips pressed into hers, stilling to hold onto the feeling for just a bit longer. He found himself nodding along with her little pleas, finally pulling out only to snap back into her. 

“I know angel, I know. I’ve got you,” he knew it was obnoxious, the way his lips explored the small dip between her neck and shoulder but he couldn’t find it in him to care as she crooned beneath him. His fingers once again met with her clit, encouraging another orgasm before he met his end. “C’mon angel, lemme feel you, god, I missed you so damn much.” 

“Adam, please,” she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore, the only thing she knew was that she wanted more, more of him touching her. Her grip tightened against his hair, holding him against her as her orgasm hit her suddenly. She pressed his body further into hers, the weight of him comforting the unintelligible murmurs she hadn’t realized were spilling past. 

“Love you,” Pleasure spread from his core as he spilled into her, kissing her as if she was his lifeline as he slowed to a stop, nerves continuing to tingle as he pulled out, watching their mess leak out. He finally gave in to his exhaustion, slumping down onto the mattress making quick work to pull her against him before his heartbeat helped her give in to her sleepy state.. He pressed one last kiss against the top of her head, the feeling of her safe in his arms lulling him to sleep. 

“I love you.” 

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Wake up. 

No.

Adam, wake up. 

No, I can’t leave her.

Wake up. 

Please, please just let me have this, just here, please, don’t take her from me again. 

Adam.

No. 

No, it can’t-

He kept his eyes shut as he savored the warmth of her against his skin, a sensation that was all too familiar. And yet, never enough. It’s a dream, your mind playing tricks on you.

“Adam,” 

A shaky breath escaped him as he reached a hand up to meet hers, expecting to be left with nothing as he deserved, his grip tightening when she didn’t disappear. Tears leaked past shut eyes, refusing to have her taken from him again, even as he felt her press against him, her warmth wrapping around him like a child with a blanket. Even as he held her fragile body against him, her heartbeat mixing with his. 

“Angel? Oh, my angel.” 

[pvnkfaerie]

As someone who’s read 3 romance novels in the past week, ya girl is struggling with this sex scene

[pvnkfaerie]

All The Right Moves

AU in which Adam Page is the King of Hearts and you’re the Queen of Spades (Fem!Nameless Reader)

Dedicated to @mercedesmartinez bc this is her lover boy and the way he describes him like… who better to play my ‘the world turned against him so he turned against the world but He Messed Everything Up and-‘ I’m sORRY IN ADVANCE I LOVE YOU

Pls be kind, it has been a hot minute since I’ve written SO I k n o w the beginning is a BIT rushed, I’ve never been too good at them. Maybe I’ll go back and edit but for the time being, I’m content. 

Warnings; smut ahead please don’t read if you don’t like that or ur under 18 thanksies, angst. It’s. It’s angst LMAO, death, blood uh. Violence is mentioned, guns, etc. This Does Not Have A Happy Ending (but I mean I could be convinced to write a second part mayhaps but ehem.) 

This is mainly written from Adam’s POV, it just felt RIGHT. 

Welp, let’s start the show buckaroos 

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Numb. 

Everything was numb. He was now certain that numbness was crueler than pain, quickly finding himself wishing he could feel something, anything over the nothingness he felt. 

“Hey!”  Strong, unyielding. “Leave him alone, don’t you have anything better to do?!” The sound of her voice made him almost want to fight back. Almost. “I mean it, back off before I go and let Mick know what you’re actually doing.” 

“You got lucky,” one last kick to his stomach seemed to trigger the stranger as he heard the small shuffle of feet and small little ‘humph’ as she pushed his assailant away. “You’re dead if we ever see you here again, you hear?!” 

The silence etched on for what felt like hours before the voice turned soft, the breath he had been holding finally being released at the mere promise of safety her tone held. 

“They’re gone now, it’s okay, we’re okay,” he didn’t mean to flinch away, his eyes shot open at the little gasp he received in response, nearly chasing the warmth of her now retreating hand. “Can you walk? Should get you out of here before they come back, I’m not too far.” 

An angel. She was an angel he didn’t deserve, that last thought echoing in his head before everything went dark. 

-

He couldn’t help the groan that left him as he awoke, couldn’t help his eyes widening at the small hand holding his down, couldn’t help himself from brushing the small strand that hid her face from him away, giving him a clear view of her sleeping expression. He supposed it was rather odd how at peace this stranger made him feel by simply being in her presence and yet… And yet; he quickly withdrew his hand at the sudden movement, watching with awe as her nose scrunched up before she opened her eyes, meeting with his after a split second. 

He swore she could hear the beating of his heart once she smiled at him, how could she not? 

“You’re up,” she kept his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly before getting up. He mourned her hand in his, almost cursing himself for waking her up and not allowing himself more time to simply bask in her warmth. “How do you feel?” 

“‘m alright, been worse,” A quick once over of his bandages left him content, pushing himself to get out of the comfort of her bed, one that smelled vaguely of wildflowers. 

“Oh no you don’t, do not get out of that bed,” a boyish smile popped on his features as she turned towards him, catching him in the act. 

“Angel, please, I promise I’m fi-” A wince. He just had to fucking wince. 

“Don’t give me that, I don’t care who you are, you will lay there until the doctor gets here,” she crossed her arms across her chest, the little wrinkles on the top of her nose returning as she left no room for argument. “Are we clear?” 

“Crystal,” a smile lit up on her face that he couldn’t help but return. 

-

“Listen angel, I appreciate the sentiment, really, I do, but I can’t just stay here,” he watched her from his spot at the little table she had, chuckling at the position she placed herself in. 

“The doctor said-” her hands pressed against either side of the door frame, feet firm against the floor to keep him from escaping before she said her piece. 

“The doctor said, as long as I don’t strain myself, it will heal quickly,” he could easily move her if he really wanted, even with one arm tied in an almost improper sling, especially compared to what he was used to. “I have to get home, I have things to-”

“One month. Just one month,” he was powerless to those eyes, so easily powerless against her. “Please, I won’t ask you to stay any longer.”

“What is this,” he could feel the chill in the air at his mumbled inquiry, the smile on his face saddening as he looked up at her, “You don’t even know me angel, why is this so important to you?”

“I know you,” she held his gaze for a split second before burning holes in the ground beneath her. “The King of Hearts, you were the King of Hearts.” 

“I no longer have my wealth so if you’re expecting some payment of sort, I-” 

“I was there. When it happened, I was there,” he waited with bated breath as she lowered her arms, her fingers nervously twining together as she continued. “I couldn’t do anything but watch even though you didn’t do anything wrong, you just accepted it. I need to know why,” her eyes finally met his, the fire nearly burning him. 

“One month,” the shock on her face was clear as the light of day as he already began to question his decision to humor her. “I will stay one month.” 

-

She asked every day about what happened, every day bringing up the memories of a former life, one that still haunted his every breath, every movement dedicated to a fight he no longer cared to win so long as the people who hurt him suffered along with him. She was persistent yet with every moment spent within her light, he felt he was worthy of being saved, worthy of being loved. Worthy of a life better than the one forced upon him.

“Let me tell you a story,” he began one night as her fingers danced across his chest, her eyes meeting his with curiosity, as he decided to finally share the gory details of his life with her, with a little more than a week left in his stay. 

There was once a prince born unto the Kingdom of Hearts, the most unforgiving of the four kingdoms under the rule of the Kingdom of Spades. Even with the title, he was still made to earn his keep, abused by the power tied to him by birthright. One that was made to stand by as the citizens he swore to protect were used as pawns, all to protect the innocence of the Kingdom of Spades. His father always cursed him, saying that the bit of ‘save the world,’ that ran through his being would one day be his downfall, would one day have him killed. His mother made him swear to keep his head down, kept him complacent with the promise that things would only get worse for everyone if he were to speak out against the higher powers. So he did. He would keep his head down while in the presence of royalty. But when the sun would set and the eyes that watched his every move slept, he would sneak into town and help heal whatever abuse his citizens had suffered that day. It was safer this way, he would tell himself. 

Until the day his parents were murdered, taken from him right in front of his eyes. The blame ended up falling to a nameless citizen, a leader of a freshly formed rebellion. But the prince knew. He knew it had been an order sent by the King of Hearts. He knew his parents were used as an example, knew it was solely because they had dared to question the King.

So that’s how it started, the prince becoming the King of Hearts and keeping his head down in order to avoid the same fate of his late father and mother, ignoring the ‘save the world’ that screamed at him for change. 

He began working in secret to better his country, creating a place he could be proud of before introducing it to the King in hopes that this would lead to a different outcome. In hopes that it would bring his ever racing mind a bit of peace, if even for a moment. 

The day had come when he could finally show off his work, the improvements of his country, how the people now thrived in an environment that once only promised poverty and death. He explained to the King that the fight was far from over, that his people just needed a bit more of a push to become something great once again.

All fight left his body at the first mention of treason, confusion replacing it before he could so much as speak. It quickly turned to fear as he was stripped of his title, let off ‘easy,’ as the King swore he would never be safe to show his face in any of the four kingdoms again. 

“Now that fear is nothing but resentment towards a broken system,” he had felt her fingers pause early into his story, his eyes finding hers as he finished, chuckling at the soft tears that fell down her cheeks, making quick work of wiping them away. “It’s okay angel, I have a plan.”

“A plan?” She sat up at this, her nose crinkling in the way he now held so dear. “What kind of plan?” 

“A plan to solve everything. To make sure no one ever has to suffer under a some damn royal who doesn’t even care what happens to them. To become King, rule over all four kingdoms. Bring about real change, angel. Put everything as it should be.”

“And when you’re done and everything is how it should, would you,” a blush dusted her cheeks yet her eyes remained firm. “Could we be happy?”

In another life, he was never royalty. He was just a normal man who had a simple life. In another life, he could have met her under different circumstances and they could be happy together. He could allow himself to get used to watching her dance around the small kitchen, to her feet bumping against his under the small table, to the way her body molded against his as they slept in her small bed only to pretend it never happened the next morning. He was someone that wouldn’t just bring her life pain and misery. 

-

“You’re still leaving,” it was more a statement than a question, one that immediately broke his already battered heart, reminding him that it still had a beat to it. She was right. His arm had healed a little over a week ago, his final day finally upon them. “I selfishly thought I would be enough, that I could convince you to just stay here and be with me,” he kept himself from lurching forward, pulling her into his arms and kissing her until she knew just how enough she was to him. She was everything, his very heart and soul. “You’ll at least say goodbye, won’t you?” 

The sadness he felt at the slight break in her voice caused him to look up, the tears now welling up in her eyes causing him to act. In two swift steps, he was at her, angling her face to his as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to come back for her when all of this was over and he could make her happy. 

She kissed back with the same veracity, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would wait for him, she would fight for him until he could achieve his happiness. It allowed him the sanctuary he so desperately craved all of his life, allowed his thoughts to slow with his motions, placing soft kisses against the side of her neck, groaning against her as she pressed against him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him to her. 

She stayed right with him, legs draped around his middle as he moved her over to her bed, their bed. His kisses grew heated as he pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her bare chest. He felt himself grow hard at the little whine that left her as he lavished her breasts in kisses and small bites. He watched her face crumple with pleasure as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, switching between rolling it against his tongue and light sucks. He made quick work of the ties holding her dress together, her hips raising in a silent blessing to remove the offending dress. 

“Dammit angel,” she was like a painting come to life, an ethereal glow almost too much for him to handle before he hid his face in the crook of her neck, quieting her soft whines as he just breathed her in, fighting with the reminder that this would be the last time he could ever see her like this and it would be his own damn fault. 

“Adam, please, touch me,” her hips pressed into his, a moan bringing him back to life in reply to his involuntary groan. He pressed kisses against the small of her throat once more, finding immediate pleasure in marking the small area as his fingers found her core easily, a rewarding bite placed on her skin once he found how wet she had been. “Please.” 

“‘m already touching you angel,” he couldn’t help himself, the noises she made from his teasing lighting up his nerves, all his concerns and anxiety melting into ‘more, more, more.’ “What else do you want, hm?” 

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” he pressed his lips to hers at the mere thought of ever causing her strife, pressed himself closer to her as he finally sank his fingers inside, taking his time, locking the look on her face as he did in his memory. 

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers, catching the small moans that managed to escape, his fingers now finding their rhythm inside her, slow enough for him to savor the moment yet rough enough for her hips to twitch against his hold. “Do you even know how enough you are to me? Could never be cruel to you.” 

He held her as she finally came, her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist to press him away as he worked her into overstimulation, completely enamored with everything she was and would ever be. She held firm as he finally went to pull away, escaping only to press his fingers against his tongue, watching as her cheeks reddened at the erotic action. 

“Please,” he found his favorite thing in the world was kissing her and who was to deny her when she asked so nicely, shaky legs widening, inviting him in as he stripped himself, cock springing up almost immediately as his pants joined the pile on the floor. He rubbed himself with his still slickened fingers, his breath shaking along with her at the feeling. “Don’t leave me, please,” 

“How could I ever leave you?” He knew he was being selfish as he pressed another kiss to her already bruising lips, his arms holding his weight away from her as he teased himself against her center, a beautiful harmony escaping their lips. He waited as she spoke her consent, begging to be swallowed up by him, to become fully one with his heart and soul before holding himself steady as he pressed into her center. 

He took his time, savoring each pleasurable second as he sunk fully into her, releasing the breath he had been holding once his hips pressed completely against hers. She fit like a damn glove, like she had been made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t sure if it was cruelty or love on the universe’s part, sending her to him, but now? Now he couldn’t be bothered with any other thought but how to make her cum once again, to feel her surround his every nerve. 

“Adam, please,” 

“I know angel, I know, I’ve got you,” he moved carefully, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips back to hers. He once again found solace in the crook of her neck, making quick work of marking her as his thrusts fell into a rhythm completely motivated by the soft moans. He couldn’t find himself caring about his lack of room as her legs wrapped around him, fingers once again pressing against his scalp, encouraging him to continue as she held his body tight against hers, his cock pressing into her in the most delicious way possible. He refused to falter, refused to give her anything but what she needed from him. 

He only faltered as she tightened around him, her orgasm pouring over them without so much as a warning, lips pressing against one anothers as he allowed himself to follow after her, pressing himself further into her as he filled her, allowing themselves a few moments of blissful peace before he pulled out. 

He swore he could go another round as he eyed the mess they had made, promising himself there would be a next time before laying back against the plush mattress, pulling her into his arms. A happy sigh left her as she rested against his chest, the pitter patter of his heartbeat lulling her to a deep slumber. 

-

She felt a pit in her stomach as she awoke to the lack of warmth, a broken sob already forming before she could open her eyes. She pressed her face into the pillow that still smelled like him, allowing herself to succumb to her tears.

The silence that filled the air once she was done was suffocating. She winced at the bright light that hit her as she opened her eyes, the tears she had thought she emptied forming once again at the small note left on her bedside table.

‘Angel,

Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve had to do but now is the time. I have to get back and prepare for my next move and I refuse to allow you to get caught in the crossfires. You have to stay safe for me but I promise you, I will come back for you. I will always come back for you, if it is the last thing I do. Once I can provide you the life you deserve, the life we’ve promised to one another. 

Wait for me.’

-

It had been a year. A horrible, longing year filled with nothing but plans for revenge, plans that quickly evolved at the news of the King’s untimely death. It filled him with rage, imagining the people mourning a King who truly did not care whether they lived or died. 

But it would be different soon enough. He would make sure they never again had a ruler bred for nothing more than simply being, someone who would never understand the real issues that plagued their kingdom. 

At the announcement of a newly elected royal taking the position of the late king, he knew his plan would need to be enacted sooner rather than later. He knew he would need to return to the kingdom that wronged him so many times before so he may take what was rightfully his. 

-

For the first time, the whispers made him feel powerful, the knowledge that all eyes were truly on him. He entered the ball with the same grace he had been taught by his mother yet this time, he would hold his head high. Scrutiny and distrust had turned to fear, respect that he dared return here after all that’s happened. A slight of the hand sent the two men accompanying him to their agreed-upon positions, the smirk playing on his lips a near snarl as he made his way through the ballroom towards the little crowd that had formed around who he would assume to be the newly elected king or queen. 

The sneer gracing his features quickly turned to shock as he saw her, the familiar smile gracing her features as she turned his way, one that matched his shock as her eyes finally landed on him. The eyes of the crowd no longer brought him the same thrill as they peered at him at the sound of her small gasp. 

“It’s you,” the words left him before he could prevent them, an exchange for his hands keeping themselves pressed against his sides at the sight of her. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. 

“I must excuse myself,” all eyes returned to her, giving Adam the small break he much needed. “I was promised a dance and now that my partner has returned, I’m afraid I must act on it before he escapes me once more.” He was putty under her fingertips, following along where she pulled him, a little private spot on the ever-growing dance floor. He winced away at the sharp slap to his cheek once she knew they had been alone.

"I cannot believe you left me that morning, do you understand how much it hurt me to wake up to you just gone?" He stood there quietly, still processing that she was here, she was right in front of him, close enough to touch. "Why couldn't you just wake me?"

"I wouldn't have left. I would have stayed behind and forgotten everything, left it all behind. It can't end like that for me, I have to see this through, I have to finish what I started." He was already exasperated by the situation, every thought screaming at him all at once, thoughts that only silenced as she pressed herself against him, face burying into his chest carefully.

“You came back for me,” he stiffened under her touch for a split second before his body relaxed into hers, craving the touch that he’d been absent from for far too long. “You actually came back for me.” 

“What are you doing here angel,” he couldn’t help the kiss placed on the top of her head, couldn’t help the inhale of her calming scent that made him forget what he had planned to do here tonight. “Not supposed to be here.” 

“I did it for you, for us,” she mumbled into his chest before remembering where they were and backing off a bit yet still refusing to let go. “It would haunt you everyday for the rest of our lives if you were to go through with this Adam, I couldn’t let you do it.” 

“How did this even happen,” it truly was unbelievable, the one thing he had been desperate to achieve and she made it seem so easy, like she had just waltzed in and asked for what was hers. Her hair was longer, curls more at the ends. 

“I’ll tell you later, for now,” his face lit up at the small curtsy, holding back a laugh as he returned the gesture, taking one hand in his while the other slipped around her waist. “The Queen is requesting a dance from her King. Do you accept?” God, how he had missed her.

“I guess I have no other choice, do I?” Even if he had, the answer would always be yes for her. He’d tell her as many times as she needed to hear it, she could have all of him, every whole piece of him he had left along with all his shattered bits. She would use them for good, all she was was good and light. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.” 

“Don’t say that,” her laughter pulsed around him, louder than the music around them, keeping him in her light. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” 

“Then so be it my love,” the slight reflection of light caught his attention, bringing him back down to earth at the reminder that his plan was still in effect. That the next steps were to be enacted soon enough, a plan he needed to stop before it was too late. He gravitated them further into the crowd, pulling himself away just as quickly. “I need you to stay right here, do you understand?” 

“Adam, what-” 

“Do not move,” he could only hope the crowd would make it that much harder to see her, would give him the time to find where one of his men hid away. “I’ll be right back angel, don’t make that face,” he pressed a small kiss against her forehead, hoping to rid of the wrinkled brow that filled his chest with anguish. He breathed a sigh of relief at the little nod she gave him, leaving as soon as she did.

He followed the light of the little mirror, the signal that the area was clear, that no innocents would be harmed in the act that followed. He moved without paying mind to the people now cursing him as he passed through, breaking into a run as he finally locked on to his target, his yelling catching the guard’s attention, sending the man before him into a panic as he took aim before he could be tackled to the ground. 

You came back for me. 

Bang.

No.

No! 

He was running the second the shot fired, praying to the gods that his plan had failed, the shot had missed her. His ears rang with muffled screams as he watched her eyes grow wide, confirming his greatest fear as the world around him worked in slow motion. His eyes followed hers, locking on the ever growing red against what was once a stark white gown, his body moving on its own against the escaping crowd to catch her before she could hit the floor.

“A-Adam,” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay angel, I’m here, it’s going to be okay,” his hand warming as he pressed against her wound. He could hear her repeating his name, reminding him that this was his fault, he did this to her. He glared at the knights now surrounding him, barking orders to ‘fetch the doctor.’ “We’re okay, ‘m gonna fix this, I’ll fix it.” 

“Adam, look at me,” his eyes immediately shot to hers, horrified that her usual stern voice could sound this weak. “You have to promise me you’ll do everything you said you would, make something good for us.” 

“Don’t talk like that, they’re getting the doctor now, everything will be-” he couldn’t help the glare as her eyes flickered towards where one of the knights was standing. 

“You’re going to follow Moxley to my chambers, in the right drawer of the desk I’ve already signed into place that you’re named King in the event I can no longer rule.” 

“Please,” 

“You have to find it before anyone else can, show them you are not the stories they’ve created you to be, show them who I fell in love with,” his hand held her own tightly as she reached to cup his cheeks, the chill of her fingertips cutting him off. He could feel his chest lurch at the sight of tears now filling her eyes, her smile refusing to meet them. “Promise me Adam, please,” he found himself nodding without thinking, no longer focused on anything but giving her anything she asked him for. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he followed her instantly as she held him to her, no longer caring to hold back his tears that now stained her chest, sobs pulling from his chest with every gentle shushing, every promise that it was okay, she forgave him, he would be okay, that he would still be one of the greatest Kings this country would ever see. His hand held on tighter as he felt hers start to slip, panic pulsing through his veins. 

“No, no no, angel, come on, please,” he pulled her body to him, rocking as his hands took hold of her face already paling in color, eyes refusing to open at his pleas. “Please don’t leave me, you can’t leave me.” 

The next few seconds blurred together as the doctor finally arrived, her cold body forcibly pulled from his before he folded in on himself. Before he was forced up by Jon, given a small golden key that revealed the last words he would ever have of hers. Before he was given a mere second to try and keep it together long enough to fulfill his promise. Their promise. 

-

Numb. 

Everything was numb.

He was certain now, more than ever, numbness was crueler than pain, finding himself praying to any god that would listen to just let him feel something, anything, over the nothingness that now threatened to pull him under.

[pvnkfaerie]

Hey hey, so I’m looking for a v specific smut fic where Baron has a neighborish? And Xander goes to her house a lot and they start passing notes and X goes missing

[pvnkfaerie]

All The Right Moves

AU in which Adam Page is the King of Hearts and you’re the Queen of Spades (Fem!Nameless Reader)

Dedicated to @mercedesmartinez bc this is her lover boy and the way he describes him like… who better to play my ‘the world turned against him so he turned against the world but He Messed Everything Up and-‘ I’m sORRY IN ADVANCE I LOVE YOU

Pls be kind, it has been a hot minute since I’ve written SO I k n o w the beginning is a BIT rushed, I’ve never been too good at them. Maybe I’ll go back and edit but for the time being, I’m content. 

Warnings; smut ahead please don’t read if you don’t like that or ur under 18 thanksies, angst. It’s. It’s angst LMAO, death, blood uh. Violence is mentioned, guns, etc. This Does Not Have A Happy Ending (but I mean I could be convinced to write a second part mayhaps but ehem.) 

This is mainly written from Adam’s POV, it just felt RIGHT. 

Welp, let’s start the show buckaroos 

-

Numb. 

Everything was numb. He was now certain that numbness was crueler than pain, quickly finding himself wishing he could feel something, anything over the nothingness he felt. 

“Hey!”  Strong, unyielding. “Leave him alone, don’t you have anything better to do?!” The sound of her voice made him almost want to fight back. Almost. “I mean it, back off before I go and let Mick know what you’re actually doing.” 

“You got lucky,” one last kick to his stomach seemed to trigger the stranger as he heard the small shuffle of feet and small little ‘humph’ as she pushed his assailant away. “You’re dead if we ever see you here again, you hear?!” 

The silence etched on for what felt like hours before the voice turned soft, the breath he had been holding finally being released at the mere promise of safety her tone held. 

“They’re gone now, it’s okay, we’re okay,” he didn’t mean to flinch away, his eyes shot open at the little gasp he received in response, nearly chasing the warmth of her now retreating hand. “Can you walk? Should get you out of here before they come back, I’m not too far.” 

An angel. She was an angel he didn’t deserve, that last thought echoing in his head before everything went dark. 

-

He couldn’t help the groan that left him as he awoke, couldn’t help his eyes widening at the small hand holding his down, couldn’t help himself from brushing the small strand that hid her face from him away, giving him a clear view of her sleeping expression. He supposed it was rather odd how at peace this stranger made him feel by simply being in her presence and yet… And yet; he quickly withdrew his hand at the sudden movement, watching with awe as her nose scrunched up before she opened her eyes, meeting with his after a split second. 

He swore she could hear the beating of his heart once she smiled at him, how could she not? 

“You’re up,” she kept his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly before getting up. He mourned her hand in his, almost cursing himself for waking her up and not allowing himself more time to simply bask in her warmth. “How do you feel?” 

“‘m alright, been worse,” A quick once over of his bandages left him content, pushing himself to get out of the comfort of her bed, one that smelled vaguely of wildflowers. 

“Oh no you don’t, do not get out of that bed,” a boyish smile popped on his features as she turned towards him, catching him in the act. 

“Angel, please, I promise I’m fi-” A wince. He just had to fucking wince. 

“Don’t give me that, I don’t care who you are, you will lay there until the doctor gets here,” she crossed her arms across her chest, the little wrinkles on the top of her nose returning as she left no room for argument. “Are we clear?” 

“Crystal,” a smile lit up on her face that he couldn’t help but return. 

-

“Listen angel, I appreciate the sentiment, really, I do, but I can’t just stay here,” he watched her from his spot at the little table she had, chuckling at the position she placed herself in. 

“The doctor said-” her hands pressed against either side of the door frame, feet firm against the floor to keep him from escaping before she said her piece. 

“The doctor said, as long as I don’t strain myself, it will heal quickly,” he could easily move her if he really wanted, even with one arm tied in an almost improper sling, especially compared to what he was used to. “I have to get home, I have things to-”

“One month. Just one month,” he was powerless to those eyes, so easily powerless against her. “Please, I won’t ask you to stay any longer.”

“What is this,” he could feel the chill in the air at his mumbled inquiry, the smile on his face saddening as he looked up at her, “You don’t even know me angel, why is this so important to you?”

“I know you,” she held his gaze for a split second before burning holes in the ground beneath her. “The King of Hearts, you were the King of Hearts.” 

“I no longer have my wealth so if you’re expecting some payment of sort, I-” 

“I was there. When it happened, I was there,” he waited with bated breath as she lowered her arms, her fingers nervously twining together as she continued. “I couldn’t do anything but watch even though you didn’t do anything wrong, you just accepted it. I need to know why,” her eyes finally met his, the fire nearly burning him. 

“One month,” the shock on her face was clear as the light of day as he already began to question his decision to humor her. “I will stay one month.” 

-

She asked every day about what happened, every day bringing up the memories of a former life, one that still haunted his every breath, every movement dedicated to a fight he no longer cared to win so long as the people who hurt him suffered along with him. She was persistent yet with every moment spent within her light, he felt he was worthy of being saved, worthy of being loved. Worthy of a life better than the one forced upon him.

“Let me tell you a story,” he began one night as her fingers danced across his chest, her eyes meeting his with curiosity, as he decided to finally share the gory details of his life with her, with a little more than a week left in his stay. 

There was once a prince born unto the Kingdom of Hearts, the most unforgiving of the four kingdoms under the rule of the Kingdom of Spades. Even with the title, he was still made to earn his keep, abused by the power tied to him by birthright. One that was made to stand by as the citizens he swore to protect were used as pawns, all to protect the innocence of the Kingdom of Spades. His father always cursed him, saying that the bit of ‘save the world,’ that ran through his being would one day be his downfall, would one day have him killed. His mother made him swear to keep his head down, kept him complacent with the promise that things would only get worse for everyone if he were to speak out against the higher powers. So he did. He would keep his head down while in the presence of royalty. But when the sun would set and the eyes that watched his every move slept, he would sneak into town and help heal whatever abuse his citizens had suffered that day. It was safer this way, he would tell himself. 

Until the day his parents were murdered, taken from him right in front of his eyes. The blame ended up falling to a nameless citizen, a leader of a freshly formed rebellion. But the prince knew. He knew it had been an order sent by the King of Hearts. He knew his parents were used as an example, knew it was solely because they had dared to question the King.

So that’s how it started, the prince becoming the King of Hearts and keeping his head down in order to avoid the same fate of his late father and mother, ignoring the ‘save the world’ that screamed at him for change. 

He began working in secret to better his country, creating a place he could be proud of before introducing it to the King in hopes that this would lead to a different outcome. In hopes that it would bring his ever racing mind a bit of peace, if even for a moment. 

The day had come when he could finally show off his work, the improvements of his country, how the people now thrived in an environment that once only promised poverty and death. He explained to the King that the fight was far from over, that his people just needed a bit more of a push to become something great once again.

All fight left his body at the first mention of treason, confusion replacing it before he could so much as speak. It quickly turned to fear as he was stripped of his title, let off ‘easy,’ as the King swore he would never be safe to show his face in any of the four kingdoms again. 

“Now that fear is nothing but resentment towards a broken system,” he had felt her fingers pause early into his story, his eyes finding hers as he finished, chuckling at the soft tears that fell down her cheeks, making quick work of wiping them away. “It’s okay angel, I have a plan.”

“A plan?” She sat up at this, her nose crinkling in the way he now held so dear. “What kind of plan?” 

“A plan to solve everything. To make sure no one ever has to suffer under a some damn royal who doesn’t even care what happens to them. To become King, rule over all four kingdoms. Bring about real change, angel. Put everything as it should be.”

“And when you’re done and everything is how it should, would you,” a blush dusted her cheeks yet her eyes remained firm. “Could we be happy?”

In another life, he was never royalty. He was just a normal man who had a simple life. In another life, he could have met her under different circumstances and they could be happy together. He could allow himself to get used to watching her dance around the small kitchen, to her feet bumping against his under the small table, to the way her body molded against his as they slept in her small bed only to pretend it never happened the next morning. He was someone that wouldn’t just bring her life pain and misery. 

-

“You’re still leaving,” it was more a statement than a question, one that immediately broke his already battered heart, reminding him that it still had a beat to it. She was right. His arm had healed a little over a week ago, his final day finally upon them. “I selfishly thought I would be enough, that I could convince you to just stay here and be with me,” he kept himself from lurching forward, pulling her into his arms and kissing her until she knew just how enough she was to him. She was everything, his very heart and soul. “You’ll at least say goodbye, won’t you?” 

The sadness he felt at the slight break in her voice caused him to look up, the tears now welling up in her eyes causing him to act. In two swift steps, he was at her, angling her face to his as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to come back for her when all of this was over and he could make her happy. 

She kissed back with the same veracity, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would wait for him, she would fight for him until he could achieve his happiness. It allowed him the sanctuary he so desperately craved all of his life, allowed his thoughts to slow with his motions, placing soft kisses against the side of her neck, groaning against her as she pressed against him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him to her. 

She stayed right with him, legs draped around his middle as he moved her over to her bed, their bed. His kisses grew heated as he pulled down the front of her dress, revealing her bare chest. He felt himself grow hard at the little whine that left her as he lavished her breasts in kisses and small bites. He watched her face crumple with pleasure as he took one of her nipples in his mouth, switching between rolling it against his tongue and light sucks. He made quick work of the ties holding her dress together, her hips raising in a silent blessing to remove the offending dress. 

“Dammit angel,” she was like a painting come to life, an ethereal glow almost too much for him to handle before he hid his face in the crook of her neck, quieting her soft whines as he just breathed her in, fighting with the reminder that this would be the last time he could ever see her like this and it would be his own damn fault. 

“Adam, please, touch me,” her hips pressed into his, a moan bringing him back to life in reply to his involuntary groan. He pressed kisses against the small of her throat once more, finding immediate pleasure in marking the small area as his fingers found her core easily, a rewarding bite placed on her skin once he found how wet she had been. “Please.” 

“‘m already touching you angel,” he couldn’t help himself, the noises she made from his teasing lighting up his nerves, all his concerns and anxiety melting into ‘more, more, more.’ “What else do you want, hm?” 

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” he pressed his lips to hers at the mere thought of ever causing her strife, pressed himself closer to her as he finally sank his fingers inside, taking his time, locking the look on her face as he did in his memory. 

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers, catching the small moans that managed to escape, his fingers now finding their rhythm inside her, slow enough for him to savor the moment yet rough enough for her hips to twitch against his hold. “Do you even know how enough you are to me? Could never be cruel to you.” 

He held her as she finally came, her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist to press him away as he worked her into overstimulation, completely enamored with everything she was and would ever be. She held firm as he finally went to pull away, escaping only to press his fingers against his tongue, watching as her cheeks reddened at the erotic action. 

“Please,” he found his favorite thing in the world was kissing her and who was to deny her when she asked so nicely, shaky legs widening, inviting him in as he stripped himself, cock springing up almost immediately as his pants joined the pile on the floor. He rubbed himself with his still slickened fingers, his breath shaking along with her at the feeling. “Don’t leave me, please,” 

“How could I ever leave you?” He knew he was being selfish as he pressed another kiss to her already bruising lips, his arms holding his weight away from her as he teased himself against her center, a beautiful harmony escaping their lips. He waited as she spoke her consent, begging to be swallowed up by him, to become fully one with his heart and soul before holding himself steady as he pressed into her center. 

He took his time, savoring each pleasurable second as he sunk fully into her, releasing the breath he had been holding once his hips pressed completely against hers. She fit like a damn glove, like she had been made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t sure if it was cruelty or love on the universe’s part, sending her to him, but now? Now he couldn’t be bothered with any other thought but how to make her cum once again, to feel her surround his every nerve. 

“Adam, please,” 

“I know angel, I know, I’ve got you,” he moved carefully, pulling out slowly before snapping his hips back to hers. He once again found solace in the crook of her neck, making quick work of marking her as his thrusts fell into a rhythm completely motivated by the soft moans. He couldn’t find himself caring about his lack of room as her legs wrapped around him, fingers once again pressing against his scalp, encouraging him to continue as she held his body tight against hers, his cock pressing into her in the most delicious way possible. He refused to falter, refused to give her anything but what she needed from him. 

He only faltered as she tightened around him, her orgasm pouring over them without so much as a warning, lips pressing against one anothers as he allowed himself to follow after her, pressing himself further into her as he filled her, allowing themselves a few moments of blissful peace before he pulled out. 

He swore he could go another round as he eyed the mess they had made, promising himself there would be a next time before laying back against the plush mattress, pulling her into his arms. A happy sigh left her as she rested against his chest, the pitter patter of his heartbeat lulling her to a deep slumber. 

-

She felt a pit in her stomach as she awoke to the lack of warmth, a broken sob already forming before she could open her eyes. She pressed her face into the pillow that still smelled like him, allowing herself to succumb to her tears.

The silence that filled the air once she was done was suffocating. She winced at the bright light that hit her as she opened her eyes, the tears she had thought she emptied forming once again at the small note left on her bedside table.

‘Angel,

Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve had to do but now is the time. I have to get back and prepare for my next move and I refuse to allow you to get caught in the crossfires. You have to stay safe for me but I promise you, I will come back for you. I will always come back for you, if it is the last thing I do. Once I can provide you the life you deserve, the life we’ve promised to one another. 

Wait for me.’

-

It had been a year. A horrible, longing year filled with nothing but plans for revenge, plans that quickly evolved at the news of the King’s untimely death. It filled him with rage, imagining the people mourning a King who truly did not care whether they lived or died. 

But it would be different soon enough. He would make sure they never again had a ruler bred for nothing more than simply being, someone who would never understand the real issues that plagued their kingdom. 

At the announcement of a newly elected royal taking the position of the late king, he knew his plan would need to be enacted sooner rather than later. He knew he would need to return to the kingdom that wronged him so many times before so he may take what was rightfully his. 

-

For the first time, the whispers made him feel powerful, the knowledge that all eyes were truly on him. He entered the ball with the same grace he had been taught by his mother yet this time, he would hold his head high. Scrutiny and distrust had turned to fear, respect that he dared return here after all that’s happened. A slight of the hand sent the two men accompanying him to their agreed-upon positions, the smirk playing on his lips a near snarl as he made his way through the ballroom towards the little crowd that had formed around who he would assume to be the newly elected king or queen. 

The sneer gracing his features quickly turned to shock as he saw her, the familiar smile gracing her features as she turned his way, one that matched his shock as her eyes finally landed on him. The eyes of the crowd no longer brought him the same thrill as they peered at him at the sound of her small gasp. 

“It’s you,” the words left him before he could prevent them, an exchange for his hands keeping themselves pressed against his sides at the sight of her. She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. 

“I must excuse myself,” all eyes returned to her, giving Adam the small break he much needed. “I was promised a dance and now that my partner has returned, I’m afraid I must act on it before he escapes me once more.” He was putty under her fingertips, following along where she pulled him, a little private spot on the ever-growing dance floor. He winced away at the sharp slap to his cheek once she knew they had been alone.

"I cannot believe you left me that morning, do you understand how much it hurt me to wake up to you just gone?" He stood there quietly, still processing that she was here, she was right in front of him, close enough to touch. "Why couldn't you just wake me?"

"I wouldn't have left. I would have stayed behind and forgotten everything, left it all behind. It can't end like that for me, I have to see this through, I have to finish what I started." He was already exasperated by the situation, every thought screaming at him all at once, thoughts that only silenced as she pressed herself against him, face burying into his chest carefully.

“You came back for me,” he stiffened under her touch for a split second before his body relaxed into hers, craving the touch that he’d been absent from for far too long. “You actually came back for me.” 

“What are you doing here angel,” he couldn’t help the kiss placed on the top of her head, couldn’t help the inhale of her calming scent that made him forget what he had planned to do here tonight. “Not supposed to be here.” 

“I did it for you, for us,” she mumbled into his chest before remembering where they were and backing off a bit yet still refusing to let go. “It would haunt you everyday for the rest of our lives if you were to go through with this Adam, I couldn’t let you do it.” 

“How did this even happen,” it truly was unbelievable, the one thing he had been desperate to achieve and she made it seem so easy, like she had just waltzed in and asked for what was hers. Her hair was longer, curls more at the ends. 

“I’ll tell you later, for now,” his face lit up at the small curtsy, holding back a laugh as he returned the gesture, taking one hand in his while the other slipped around her waist. “The Queen is requesting a dance from her King. Do you accept?” God, how he had missed her.

“I guess I have no other choice, do I?” Even if he had, the answer would always be yes for her. He’d tell her as many times as she needed to hear it, she could have all of him, every whole piece of him he had left along with all his shattered bits. She would use them for good, all she was was good and light. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.” 

“Don’t say that,” her laughter pulsed around him, louder than the music around them, keeping him in her light. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” 

“Then so be it my love,” the slight reflection of light caught his attention, bringing him back down to earth at the reminder that his plan was still in effect. That the next steps were to be enacted soon enough, a plan he needed to stop before it was too late. He gravitated them further into the crowd, pulling himself away just as quickly. “I need you to stay right here, do you understand?” 

“Adam, what-” 

“Do not move,” he could only hope the crowd would make it that much harder to see her, would give him the time to find where one of his men hid away. “I’ll be right back angel, don’t make that face,” he pressed a small kiss against her forehead, hoping to rid of the wrinkled brow that filled his chest with anguish. He breathed a sigh of relief at the little nod she gave him, leaving as soon as she did.

He followed the light of the little mirror, the signal that the area was clear, that no innocents would be harmed in the act that followed. He moved without paying mind to the people now cursing him as he passed through, breaking into a run as he finally locked on to his target, his yelling catching the guard’s attention, sending the man before him into a panic as he took aim before he could be tackled to the ground. 

You came back for me. 

Bang.

No.

No! 

He was running the second the shot fired, praying to the gods that his plan had failed, the shot had missed her. His ears rang with muffled screams as he watched her eyes grow wide, confirming his greatest fear as the world around him worked in slow motion. His eyes followed hers, locking on the ever growing red against what was once a stark white gown, his body moving on its own against the escaping crowd to catch her before she could hit the floor.

“A-Adam,” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay angel, I’m here, it’s going to be okay,” his hand warming as he pressed against her wound. He could hear her repeating his name, reminding him that this was his fault, he did this to her. He glared at the knights now surrounding him, barking orders to ‘fetch the doctor.’ “We’re okay, ‘m gonna fix this, I’ll fix it.” 

“Adam, look at me,” his eyes immediately shot to hers, horrified that her usual stern voice could sound this weak. “You have to promise me you’ll do everything you said you would, make something good for us.” 

“Don’t talk like that, they’re getting the doctor now, everything will be-” he couldn’t help the glare as her eyes flickered towards where one of the knights was standing. 

“You’re going to follow Moxley to my chambers, in the right drawer of the desk I’ve already signed into place that you’re named King in the event I can no longer rule.” 

“Please,” 

“You have to find it before anyone else can, show them you are not the stories they’ve created you to be, show them who I fell in love with,” his hand held her own tightly as she reached to cup his cheeks, the chill of her fingertips cutting him off. He could feel his chest lurch at the sight of tears now filling her eyes, her smile refusing to meet them. “Promise me Adam, please,” he found himself nodding without thinking, no longer focused on anything but giving her anything she asked him for. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he followed her instantly as she held him to her, no longer caring to hold back his tears that now stained her chest, sobs pulling from his chest with every gentle shushing, every promise that it was okay, she forgave him, he would be okay, that he would still be one of the greatest Kings this country would ever see. His hand held on tighter as he felt hers start to slip, panic pulsing through his veins. 

“No, no no, angel, come on, please,” he pulled her body to him, rocking as his hands took hold of her face already paling in color, eyes refusing to open at his pleas. “Please don’t leave me, you can’t leave me.” 

The next few seconds blurred together as the doctor finally arrived, her cold body forcibly pulled from his before he folded in on himself. Before he was forced up by Jon, given a small golden key that revealed the last words he would ever have of hers. Before he was given a mere second to try and keep it together long enough to fulfill his promise. Their promise. 

-

Numb. 

Everything was numb.

He was certain now, more than ever, numbness was crueler than pain, finding himself praying to any god that would listen to just let him feel something, anything, over the nothingness that now threatened to pull him under.

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Lipstick Stains

Roman Reigns / Fem!Reader

Warnings; Started smut heated talk???? Implied stuff. This is short af

-

You contained your squeals as you were handed your bag, the Sephora lady smiling back at you before the usual 'have a nice day!' You quickly retrieved your cellphone from your pocket, scrolling through your messages, trying to find the conversation between you and your best friend while dodging the mall traffic. You clicked on a name, your eyes switching back and forth between the phone and the sea of people. Without looking, you quickly typed out a message.

'I bought a new lipstick kit. Wanna test it out with me?' You added a cute kiss face emoji, hitting send. Your phone buzzed back almost immediately, the screen lighting up with 'Ro,' causing you to smile. He had chosen the name, and while it wasn't the name you would've chosen, you kept it. It wasn't exactly a secret that you had a huge crush on the huge Samoan wrestler. The sexual tension that surrounded the both of you was almost suffocating. A handful of your friends knew of the long-time crush you had on him, including your best friend in the WWE world, Sasha. Which is who you thought you texted. Imagine your horror when it was revealed to you that Roman was the one you texted. Kissy face and all. 'Was this meant for me?' The only text back. You bit down on your lower lip, your feet slowing as you thought of a way to respond. You could always send a quick 'no, sorry, meant for Sasha!' And the whole text would probably be forgotten in a few mere minutes. Or. 'So yes or no Mr. Reigns?' You pushed send before the fear of rejection could overtake you. A light blush fumbled onto your cheeks, your steps becoming quicker yet again as dirty thoughts began to swarm around your head. Your phone buzzed back almost immediately, yet you waited till you were back in the safety of your car to read it. 'Please, yes babygirl.' A bright smile bubbled to your lips, quickly texting him your address and an added 'be home in 20,' along with it. Your eyes flickered over to the Sephora bag carefully placed in the front seat. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to create some form of friction as the anticipation of what was to come began to bubble up. - You stood in front of your bathroom mirror for what had seemed like hours now. The second you had gotten home, you changed into a matching set of lingerie that you quickly hid under your clothes. You looked down at the small box holding 8 different colors, trying to decide on which to use first. Can't go wrong with red, right? Very carefully you put the color on your lips, smacking them together as you finished. The second you had put the bottle down, the doorbell rang. Your heart stopped. This was finally it. Upon opening the door, a 6'3" nervous-looking wrestler filled your vision. A blush fluffed onto your cheeks as you looked up, a smile bubbling onto your lips to reflect his. You stood on your tiptoes, placing a light kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a small red kiss mark. The second you stood back to admire your work, his arms enveloped your frame, his lips immediately pushing themselves to yours. He made quick work of shutting the door, pushing you against it gently. It took all you had to push him away. He looked like a lost puppy as you did. "I still have 7 colors I haven't tried yet," You pulled your best puppy dog face as he released you with a growl. You let out a small, flirty giggle back as you started walking teasingly slow back to your bathroom for the next color. You picked a burnt red color as your next choice, figuring it matched nicely with your outfit. Plus you secretly wanted to see how it would mix together with the bright red still smeared on his lips from earlier. As badly as you wanted to rush over to the couch, you took your time, feeling his eyes on you as you teasingly removed the sweater cardigan you had been wearing, revealing the tight black tank top you had been sporting underneath. A low whistle left his lips as you relaxed onto his lap, your arms softly dangling over his shoulders. You bent your knees slightly as you found yourself pushed against his chest, his arms tight around your waist. "Like this color?" You whispered, a gasp surprising you as his hands gripped roughly at your ass. His only response was another deep growl as his lips attacked yours. Your arms tightened around his neck as his tongue found yours, wrestling together until he won dominance. He rested his lips on your collar bone, pressing gentle kisses to it leaving the colors to smear on your skin. You quickly took his face in your hands, running your fingers

gently over the scruff that had been on his face. You laughed lightly at the color that had been pressed to his lips. The mixture was actually a very pretty color, but you weren't going to tell him that. You placed a gentle kiss on his other cheek. You placed a hand onto his chest, pushing yourself up to get another color. The second you turned to walk, a quick smack to your ass followed, causing you to turn. "Better hurry babygirl," he threw you one of his familiar smirks, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You found the teasing control you had earlier slip away. You rushed quickly to the bathroom, quickly wiping away the dark red and replacing it with bright pink. When arms wrapped around your waist the second you had been done, you felt your heart stop. "I got you babygirl," A warm breath encircled the crook of your neck as gentle, teasing kisses were placed there. Before you had the chance to let out more than just a whine of approval, you were suddenly turned, lips covering yours in a heated kiss. Hands gripped roughly at your ass, your legs wrapping around Roman's waist, lips never parting with the exception of a few seconds of air. He grunted, frustrated with the many doors opened that had not led to your bedroom. You laughed brightly, resting your forehead against his as you directed him quietly. He threw back a gentle, loving smile, walking in that direction. Without taking his eyes off of your form, he gently placed you onto the bed, his body hovering over yours. "Should've done this sooner," he mumbled sweetly, placing a light kiss on your cheek. A playful smirk flew to his lips as you nodded back at his statement. Seconds flew by as the two of you stared at each other in awe. All urgency from before had vanished as his hands slowly trailed your shirt off your form. You shivered as the air around you hit your skin, a deep groan leaving his lips as he moved to slowly remove your bottoms, leaving you in the matching lingerie set you had prepared. His eyes grew darker as they looked back towards your face. A deep kiss was placed to your lips, his hands moving quickly to rid of his own clothes. A line of saliva connected your lips as he slowly removed his lips from the passionate kiss, lips now trailing down your neck. "The things you do to me babygirl," it came out as a growl against your neck before he bit gently into it, a moan of appreciation leaving your lips. You drove your hips against him, listening to the way his breath hitched against the gentle kisses being placed on your burning skin. He drove his hips against yours, fingers sneaking past your senses as they dipped into your panties. A moan snuck its way past you as one finger circled around your love button. "Shit, babygirl," A deep groan rumbled throughout the room, as the fingers began to rub a bit rougher. "Soaked for me."

All talking stopped as your fingers traced over the ink dancing over his chest. He hummed in delight, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, breathing in the scent of sweat mixed with your perfume. "Y'know," You mumbled, placing a kiss to his chest, admiring the way his body moved while breathing. "I still have 5 colors I haven't tested yet." An eruption of giggles filled the air as Roman moved, towering over you yet again, placing playful kisses on every inch of your face. - You gently rubbed at your eyes, a yawn tearing itself from past your lips. You rolled over, the hold the giant Samoan in your bed had on you loosening. You smiled down at him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips before stretching your legs out of bed. Your fingers were used to pull the shirt Roman had worn the previous night over your head. You slowly moved to the kitchen, your arm stretching over your head as another yawn ripped past you. You grabbed some eggs and bacon, throwing them into pans before flipping on the stove. As breakfast was finishing up, a tan pair of arms encircled your waist, one hand flicking to turn the stove off. You let your body lean into his chest, humming gently as a gentle kiss was placed against your neck. "How is it possible that you actually look sexier in my t-shirt?" The gentle mumbles tickled your neck, and you found yourself turning in his arms. You stood on your tiptoes placing a small kiss against his lips. A light chuckle came from him as his hands went under your ass, lifting you onto the counter. You laughed against his lips, capturing them with yours yet again. "You're mine now, right?" The first time fear danced around his eyes. You rubbed the padding of your thumb against his cheek, adoring the way he leaned into your touch. "Of course," it came out as a whisper, his forehead resting against yours. Lips met each other once more in a heated kiss. Your first official kiss. "Shit!" Roman pulled away quickly, his hand shooting up from the still-hot stove as he quickly turned the sink on cold.

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Whiskey

Baron Corbin / Fem!Reader

Warnings; breakup, angst, smut, fighting, mentions of getting sick (the ~word~) uhhh... Yep.

-

Your face fell into a glare as you watched her reflection in the mirror, annoyance spread on her face as well as your own. Your hand fell in defeat, placing your eyeliner on the end of the sink, turning to face the verdict.

“You’ll have fun, come on,” your roommate muttered, looking at you through puppy dog eyes. Your fingers fell in tune with each other, moving around to distract yourself from the way your heart dropped at even the thought of him. “You can’t keep avoiding him forever,” Your fingers paused their movements, eyes shooting daggers, watching the way hers widened as if she spoke without thinking before they softened again. “It’s been 4 months.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” you muttered out, letting out a small sigh. You knew she didn’t mean any harm by it, but thinking about him still hurt. A smile brightened on your face as you turned back around, intent on disguising the tears threatening to fall from your ducts as just finishing your makeup. As you heard the shuffling of feet and the bathroom door gently closing, you yelled out a small “I better get a large bucket of popcorn,” cringing as your voice cracked towards the end.

Your eyes fell on your reflection, fingers moving to poke and prod at the semi-puffiness that had begun to show under your eyes. Your memories ran through the countless times the four of you had gone to a movie, a sort of double date tradition that had quickly ended when the universe had decided to break things off.

-

Another bit of laughter rolled past your lips as you listened to Corey. He had been retelling his side of the story after Carmella had mentioned the one and only time she was on the verge of ‘dumping his dumb ass.’ You remembered that day like it was yesterday. It had been the first day off that summer, and to celebrate, the roster had thrown a bit of a pool party.

You smiled brightly, silently thanking Carm for bringing you the bright pink solo cup, which you could only assume was filled with some form of an alcoholic mixture. She raised an eyebrow at you as you moved to try it, throwing her a thumbs up as the fruity taste first passed your tongue, before the back of your throat felt the familiar burning sensation.

“So, wanna tell me what happened last night?” You sighed when she asked, an immediate rose dusting against your cheeks as you went to pick at your nail polish. A knowing smile held itself to her lips as she looked over at Corey, who was in the process of celebrating with Baron, no doubt asking for details as well. “Who was on top?” You choked slightly on your drink, holding the cup away from your mouth as you did, before shooting her a small glare.

“I started on top bu-”

“I’m sorry, it’s the first time either of you are actually having sex with each other and you managed to switch positions?” Carm seemed to be in awe, eyes darting to where Corey and Baron stood, a suspicious look painted on her face.

“Well, it’s not like. The first time, we both know what we’re doing,” you scoffed out, continuing before more questions were barreled towards you. “Yes, he was big. He was the dominant one, and he has a bit of a biting kink it seems,” a small laugh left your lips as Steph smiled brightly.

“I don’t see any marks thou- oh… OH,” her eyes flickered down the parts of your body covered by the bits of cloth, before moving back to yours. “You guys are kinkier than I thought. Fuck.”

“Why do you think I’m actually wearing shorts, my hips are covered,” you muttered out, eyes catching Baron’s brown ones, a small smile pressed to his lips. Your eyes fell away from his as she pulled you into a hug, your own bursts of laughter filling the air. You vaguely heard Corey talking in the distance, but paid no mind to it as you gushed about what movie the four of you would be seeing that night.

Carm’s eyes fell into a glare as they landed on her boyfriend, who, along with Baron, was bolting your direction. “Corey, don’t you da-” and with that, you watched as Corey lifted her up, holding her in a princess hold before launching himself into the pool, along with a cussing blonde. Before your eyes could fall back on Baron, you were being lifted up the same way, only you were just spun around a bit, a bit of laughter falling around you before Baron’s forehead rested against yours, a small kiss falling onto your lips.

“What the hell Baron, we had a plan!” A small chuckle rumbled his throat, his eyes, along with yours, falling to the bobbing tattooed man.

“Yeah, we did,” he shrugged it off, setting you back on your feet carefully, an eyebrow perking up as the angry blonde emerged from the water. You laughed as Carmella pounced, pushing Corey’s body under the water, her anger turning into laughter as he lifted her up, spinning her around in the water, before placing a quick kiss to his lips, mumbling a small ‘I hate you,’ in response to his ‘I love you.’

You shook yourself out of the memory, nodding along as Carm called him an idiot. They had been doing all they could to distract you from the nerves bubbling around your insides. Corey’s eyes drifted to his screen, a small kiss placed on her cheek before he stood up, moving to meet Baron in the lobby. Your eyes grew wide as silence filled the air. Any words that tried to escape the rapid beating of your heart were cut off with a ‘you’re okay, breathe,’ a hand falling against yours and rubbing small, calming circles into the skin there.

Air cut itself away from your lungs as your eyes landed on him, the usual scowl pressed to his face growing. You could hear a low growl rumble against his throat as he tore his eyes from yours. Lightning danced through every nerve in your body as you forced your gaze away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. If he could be an ass about this, so could you.

His eyes widened a bit as Corey took his spot next to Carmella, the only available spot being next to you. You gestured for him to sit, eyes piercing through the screen as you heard a huff of annoyance. The corner of your eye caught the familiar way he pushed his feet against the floor, legs extending out in front of him. You grumbled to yourself as the theater darkened, previews of similar horror films showing themselves on the screen. Your legs folded up into your chest, the tub of popcorn nuzzled in between your thighs and chest comfortably.

Your eyes fell to the ceiling as the words ‘based on a true story,’ faded across the screen, cursing whatever higher power existed. Based on a true story, yeah, but they still manage to make it 5000 times scarier. You jumped a bit as a hand moved into the popcorn, wide eyes falling to where Baron sat, a small chuckle passing his lips as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. You glared at his stupid face, making a small deal with yourself, refusing to jump anymore during the entirety of the movie.

After the first appearance of the ghost, a simple table moving, you regretted your promise. This had been your first horror movie since the split and honestly, it was not going well. With Baron, man and ghost were terrified of his intimidating presence, so you could go out with no fear. Never mind the way he used to pull you into him, most horror movie dates ending with you cuddling into his side, using his hand to cover your eyes while you gripped the other one tightly.

Your skin practically lept away from your muscles as you felt a tug on your hand, the breath that had caught itself against your throat releasing as his soft voice covered the sounds of the small footsteps coming from the movie. Your fingers trembled at the familiar touch, intertwining with his as he spoke.

“Close your eyes,” it was a warning, one you were too late to take. Your eyes flickered back to the screen and the exact moment the door slammed shut, a small, ghostly giggle echoed in the air. Your hold on his hand tightened as a soft whine passed your lips. Your other hand immediately fell over your eyes, the screams of the actress only fueling what your imagination could come up with, mumbling a small ‘shut up,’ before he was able to throw a ‘told you,’ your way. You chose to ignore the slight shaking sensation on your hand, confusing it with your own, immersing yourself in the way the padding of his thumb drew gentle circles into your flesh.

Your thoughts focus on the way his hand engulfed yours, his hands always being one of your many safe-havens. His arms were a close second, but his hands, god his hands. You could take on the world and then some as long as his hand was holding yours, a possessive grasp against your waist, or a gentle hold of your chin, angling your face with his.

Eventually, the movie ended, the credits rolling across the screen gracefully, the lights slowly flickering back on. You moved to speak, say something, anything. His hand ripped away from yours before you could, a small ‘tch,’ noise coming from him before he was storming down the theater’s steps. Corey groaned loudly, a small kiss on Carm’s cheek before he was falling the lone wolf, grumbling the entire way down.

-

You pushed yourself past the man that stood in your way, a drunken blush staining your cheeks as you held out your phone, cringing as your eyes adjusted to the light piercing at your pupils. You flipped through your contacts, pushing the green call button, waiting for the familiar click.

“Heeeey pretty lady,” you giggled out, a small chuckle coming from the other line. “So hey, I know you’re out with Corey buuu-t. Can you come get me?”

“I can smell the alcohol on your breath and I’m not even with you,” you smiled against the phone, telling her exactly what bar you had been stuck at. You heard her then mumble something to Corey, not paying much attention, instead choosing to throw a flirty wave in the direction of some random guy. “We’re across town, but Baron’s going to come to get you, okay?”

“I love him, ya know that? I miss Bare-Bare, he’s got a really big di-” Carmella choked into the phone, cutting your next statement off. You could almost see Corey’s jaw-dropping, listening in.

“You guys actually talk about that kind of stuff?” Before Steph had the chance to respond, you quickly let him know you knew his member was ‘large and in charge.’ Another bit of laughter as you heard a clunk against the dashboard, only assuming Carmella had hung her head there. “Large and in charge?” was the last thing you heard from Corey, before the phone clicked, though you were unsure if Carm had done it or you had done it by accident.

You sighed a bit, moving to flick through the hundreds of photos clogging your Instagram feed. Valentine's Day, almost everyone you had known was out with their person. You let out a sad sigh, little hearts erupting under your fingertips. The revving of an engine pulled your attention away from your phone, a grouchy-looking Baron coming from the driver’s seat. His anger faded as he saw you, cheeks rosy and a slight wobble from standing.

“Hey there tough guy,” you giggled out, squealing a bit as he lifted you up, your arms draping comfortably around his neck. You smashed your lips against his cheek, pouting as he set you in the passenger seat.

-

You fell into the bed, crushing your face against one of the many pillows strewn across the top. You could hear the deep sigh from the other side of the bed, responding in only a drunken slur of words, a giggle falling at the end. Your face pulled itself away from the squishy surface, moving to face the giant love of your life. A giant smile plastered itself on your face, patting on the bed, signaling for him to join you.

A small chuckle pushed itself past his lips, before he disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing only a second later with your makeup remover. Your nose wrinkled up as he took two large strides over to you, making himself comfortable on the bed, one hand moving under your chin, gently moving your face to look at his.

“Sit up a little for me,” you moved carefully, afraid to break whatever spell you were now under. You shook your head as he brought one of the scented wipes to your eyes, scrunching your face together.

“No, you have to use co-coconut oil, I read it, it’ll help my lashes grow,” you gestured wildly, pushing your hands out to emphasize how long they would grow with the help of the coconuts. Your eyes met with a sarcastic glare, a small pout falling to your lips as he responded with a quick ‘I’m not doing that shit.’

“I like your eyes the way they are,” your eyes flickered shut, humming slightly at the chilling sensation of the cloth pulling the makeup from your eyes. Your eyes stayed closed, the gentle touch moving slowly to remove the red dying your lips. You pulled your eyelids apart, an involuntary gasp filling the air around you. Your eyes met with Baron’s brown ones, a small tugging sensation at your heartstrings.

Nope, not your heartstrings. The smile pulling at Baron’s cheeks faded as your hand fell over your lips, moving quickly to follow you as you clumsily made your way into the bathroom, holding at your hair as your senses perked up, the smell of the porcelain pushing the liquid confidence from your system.

You draped your arms around the bowl, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes as an empty gag pulled at your insides. When you had finished, your head dangled, goosebumps lighting up on your flesh as his fingers traced gently against the small bit of ink placed on the back of your neck. A small hiss passed by your lips as his cool fingers clashed with the heat of your skin, the quietly spoken ‘you still have it,’ breezing past empty ears, your body still attempting to catch its breath.

“Feel better?” his question came out like a whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you against his chest, using a small washcloth to wipe off anything left behind on your lips before a small kiss was placed to the side of your head. You nodded against the rising of his chest, arguing with your body to pull away from the comfortable warmth.

“Why are you doing this?” the words left your tongue before you could stop them. Your nerves burned with regret as he stood up, pulling you gently with him, attempting to help you walk to the bed. “Baron,” it came out as a warning before you were tearing yourself away from his hold. The silence became deafening, neither of you daring to speak nor move. Finally, you tore your eyes away from his, a small noise of keys turning stealing your attention. “Thank you for taking care of me. Please leave,” you thanked your voice for staying strong in that sentence, your heart breaking all over again as you watched his mouth open a bit, a scowl pressed to his lips. A deep growl partnered with him shoving your bedroom door open before slamming it against its hinges.

Your heart sank when the murmured voices stopped, the sound of the front door shutting yet again. You waited a few seconds before moving towards your own door, needing nothing more than to cry to your best friend. Your eyes widened before you went to shut the door again, only to have a foot push it open, a hand shooting out to hold your wrist.

“I asked them to leave. Look at me,” your eyes shot down to where his hand was connected with your wrist. His grip loosened a bit as you finally made your way, looking into his brown irises. “You can kick, scream, yell at me just. Just talk to me,”

“Baron, I-” his eyes bore into yours, pleading with you to just hear him out, just talk to him. God, you had missed him, the voice in your head screaming at you to admit that you needed him. “Can I brush my teeth first?” A small smile popped up on your lips as a breathy chuckle came from him. A small release of your wrist had you turning, making your way to the bathroom yet again. Your eyes watched his reflection as he leaned against the doorframe, watching carefully, as though you would break at any second.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air as you turned the water off, heading towards your bed before sitting, patting the bit of space next to you. You sighed as he stayed put, standing by the doorframe.

“I was so angry at you,” you started off, eyes drifting to burn holes into the carpet. “I still am angry at you,” your voice drifted off, a pause for Baron to intervene, say something. When he didn’t, a small chuckle pulled itself away from you. “I’m sorry for starting the fight,” he stiffened as you looked over to him, your eyes brimming with fresh tears. Within two large steps, he was kneeling in front of you, wiping your tears away clumsily.

“Wasn’t your fault,” his voice was muttered, his hands moving to force your eyes to look into his. “It was mine, everything. You have every right to be angry at me,” your hand fell against his, noses touching before your forehead pressed against his. You hummed in agreement, a small chuckle sounding in his throat.

“Can we go to bed?” it was a small whisper against his lips, your head throbbing in pain. A deep grunt was your only reply, keeping you seeded in place. You let out a small, content sigh, missing this closeness.

“I’m sorry,” your eyes shot open at the words, pulling away to look at him. A small growl came from him at your reaction. “Don’t take that shit lightly,” it came out as a small grumble, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. A bright laugh filled the air before you were standing, pulling at the clothes you had been wearing all night in a desperate attempt to get them off. You pulled one of Baron’s old t-shirts over your head.

Your smile only grew as you were suddenly lifted, a small kiss placed to the side of your neck before he was tucking you into the bed. You held out your arms, waiting for him to climb in next to you before you latched on, head resting against his chest.

---

One eye peeked open, your fingers dancing across the familiar tattoo coloring his chest. A smile pulled at your lips as you watched him sleep, reminding yourself that everything that had just happened wasn’t a dream.

You moved slowly, legs on either side of Baron’s waist as you sat up, looking down at him. You quirked an eyebrow up as you watched him stir a bit, still not waking up. A small huff passed your lips before you moved your body down a bit, gentle kisses placed to his chest. A small smirk lit up your features as you felt hands grip tightly at your hips, a deep grumble filling the silence.

“What are y’ doing?” your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you looked up at him, your hips moving involuntarily at how deep his voice was. A deep growl rumbled in his throat, his grip tightening at the way your hips drove circles into him.

“I missed you,” a perfect pout fell onto your lips. You shivered a bit, the cool air hitting your skin, goosebumps heating your skin as his hands rubbed at your sides, the shirt you had been wearing riding up.

“Missed you,” he mumbled, a bit of laughter taking place of the previous pout as he flipped you on your back, lips falling to the crook of your neck. A whimper fell off your tongue as his fingers snaked their way into your panties, rubbing small circles into your clit. You bit down on your lip, the sound of his groans sending bolts of lightning down your spine. “Fuck, you’re already dripping,” You whined as he pulled his fingers away, moving them against your lips, silently ordering you to suck. Your eyes met with his as you did, tongue moving teasingly against the padding of his pointer and middle fingers.

His tongue quickly replaced the space of his fingers, a battle of dominance already being claimed by Baron. A small nip to your bottom lip left you breathless, his bites falling against your throat, the shirt you had been wearing pushed up, exposing your breasts. You sat up a bit, the shirt was immediately thrown into a random corner of the room, your panties following along shortly after, along with Baron’s boxers.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing small, loving kisses and nibbles to it, one hand molding against your breast as the other held your wrists above your head. Your voice grew faint as you begged for Baron to just take you, your body filling with impatience, craving his touch. With a growl, his hands moved to grip tightly at your hips, painfully so, before he slipped his cock into your heat. You let out a small whimper of his name as he groaned yours out.

“Fuck,” he groaned out, completely sheathing himself inside. He stopped his movements the second he was completely buried inside. You whimpered impatiently, moving your hips against his. A deep groan filled your ears. “ ‘m not gonna last long,” you placed your lips against his in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts became rougher, deeper. Your nails dug into his bicep, your bodies molding together, the months of having no one to touch you, of not having Baron to touch you, flying out the window. A knot began to form again, your breath taken away with each thrust.

You leaned your head down a bit, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy with each thrust. The sight itself pulled you closer to the edge. A breathy whisper of Baron’s name had his attention being drawn back to you. He threw you a small smile, your heart leaping its way out of your chest.

“Cum for me princess,” he grunted back at you, placing a quick, sloppy kiss to your lips. “Missed feeling this beautiful pussy cum around me.” Light bites were now being placed on the outside of your neck. His teeth dug in a bit deeper below your chin, bringing you to the edge. Your orgasm brought forth Baron’s, his hips stuttering and your walls clenched around him. When the both of your pleasure had died down, his body fell to your side, his arms immediately taking you in and pulling you close.

You ran your fingers over his cheek, brushing back some of the hair that had fallen in his face. His nose brushed against yours gently as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips. He grunted out a quiet ‘I love you,’ a rare smile pulling at his lips as a quiet giggle followed.

“I love you more,” you laughed brightly as you were pulled up, straddling Baron’s bare waist. Your hands rested on his chest, as he traced your hips, a rough grip to your ass leaving you whimpering.

Your cheeks burned bright, your lips falling against his as he quietly murmured, “you know I love you most,” a small hum of appreciation vibrating against your throat.

[pvnkfaerie]

Laptop died, upload the rest I have saved tomorrow

[pvnkfaerie]

Touch

Finn Balor / Fem!Reader

Warnings; fwb to lovers smut yeeee. Fighting. Someone gets slapped. Twice. Angst.

-

The heat had been overwhelming. Everywhere his hands touched you, felt like a million tiny bolts of electricity shooting through your nerves. His sheets became a sanctuary for untold stories and whispering kisses. You both agreed, the moment feelings became involved, this, whatever it was, would be over.

Your thoughts swarmed with the last time he had touched you, like he had known that was it for you. His hands never left your body, held tight at your hips. His lips latched down onto your collarbone delicately, small kisses placed everywhere but your lips. Your back arched at the way he filled you so precisely, meeting his hips with each thrust. He had always begged you to stay at the end by the way he wrapped himself around you, holding you as if you were already his.

But you weren’t. You weren’t his and the longer this continued, the more that fact alone was going to hurt.

You ended it wordlessly, calls ignored, small messages containing rooming details pushed away. He had gotten the memo quickly, the small glances in the hall fading away within a month's time. You were just another silly makeup girl. That is all you would ever be. He, however, was a born-again star, a King amongst sheep.

It had been over a year, a flurry of shared nights on the road. You had forgotten how this all even began to be honest. Your body was beginning to forget the heat of his hands, your lips mourning his taste. You looked over your shoulder, a slight pressure shaking you out of your daydream.

“You okay?” Bayley’s cheery voice surrounded your senses, before you shook yourself out of your depression, a small smile bubbling up to your lips. You threw a small nod her way before your eyes followed as she sat next to you. She followed your line of sight, setting on Finn. “What happened to the two of you? A fight?” Curiosity exploded from every pore of her face. She had no idea why the both of you had been avoiding each other. Why he had requested a new artist to paint him every Monday night before he went out.

“Something like that,” you muttered out, stabbing down at whatever you had grabbed from catering.

-

“She’s staring at you,” Sami muttered out, watching as his friend’s face dropped at the words.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled dryly. “She was the one that ended it,” A huff of air passed Sami’s lips, annoyed with how stubborn his demon friend was being. Sami observed her as she noticed his stare, ducking her head down, a small blush dusted onto her cheeks. He could almost feel the tears being hidden behind her ducts. He felt somewhat responsible for whatever had happened, though he had nothing to do with any of this.

“You can’t blame her for ending what she could only assume was meaningless sex,” Sami spoke, trying to convince his friend to just talk to her. Finn’s eyes met Sami’s, anger radiating from every pore.

“I wish that’s all it ever was,” the venomous hiss fell through his teeth before he rose from his seat, reaching for his water bottle, before storming away, ignoring the sound of his name falling past his friend’s lips in a rushed tone.

-

You turned on your heels, your name being echoed through the concrete hallway. You sent a small smile towards Sami as he waved his hand, earning your attention before stopping short in front of you. When you had left Finn, it had put a somewhat strain on the friendship between yourself and the Canadian. He reminded you too much of Finn. You cringed a bit at the thought, focusing back on Sami.

“I’m sorry, what was that,” the embarrassment fumbled on your words, leaving you to bite the inside of your cheek as he sighed a bit before repeating himself slowly.

“Why did you leave?” Your heart stopped as the question passed his lips. Your stomach bubbled with anxiety as he just stood there, waiting for you to say something. His hand latched around your wrist as if knowing you would bolt at any free chance. “It broke him.”

“Sami, I don’t think it’s any of your bui-” His eyes shook, you were unsure if it was out of anger or fear. Which would be worse? He cut your sentence off with his stare, he was innocent in all of this. He just happened to be caught in the middle of something that should have never started. Your breath hitched in your throat, before you stared down, racking your brain for some response other than the truth. “When this whole thing started. I… We agreed if one of us caught feelings…” you mumbled out, forcing the tears back into wherever they came from. He had never even been able to kiss you, how could you have done this to yourself. You looked back up towards Sami, his eyes burning holes into yours. “I didn’t even- I just. I fell in love with him.” You immediately responded to Sami’s arms pulling you towards his chest, his arms enveloping you as he whispered small apologies into your hair.

Your eyes widened as you heard clapping echoing the silence around you. Looking up, you saw Finn, anger written across his features. You took a step back as your eyes clashed with his, filling with something you had never seen take place in the bright eyes. They were cold, filled with hate, rage, disbelief.

“I get it now lass,” he mumbled out, taking a step closer to where you and Sami stood. Sami’s had stayed around your wrist, small circles rubbing into the skin there as if to remind you to breathe. “Now that yer done with me, yer gonna get with my best mate,” a scoff leaped past his lips. “Who was it before me, huh?” it came out as a growl, forcing you to freeze in place. You tried to stutter out a response, voice failing as it faded away. He turned his glare towards Sami, his grip tightening on your wrist. “She’s a good lay there mate, one of the best I’ve ever had.” he let out a deep chuckle, nodding to the way Sami helped you stand your ground.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” your heart stopped when Sami cursed. He didn’t do that, this wasn’t right. Goosebumps lit up on your flesh, as silence filled the air. Finn looked at you once more, a flicker of hurt there before walking in another direction. Sami went after him immediately, all sound from around you fading away as tears clouded your vision.

Your body moved on its own, sliding down the wall you had been standing against. You whispered to yourself, trying to command your body to stop shaking.

-

“What was that,” Sami barked out, slamming the locker door behind him, ignoring the stares of the other wrestlers in the room with them. Finn turned sharp, glaring daggers into Sami as the two faced off, signaling the need to hurt one another. Immediately, people sprung into action, Seth and Kevin grabbing at Finn as Roman and Chris held Sami away from the Irish demon. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“What’s wrong with me,” Finn growled back, his heart screaming against his chest. “What the fuck is wrong with ya?! Ya know how I feel about her, and now yer just gonna betray me like that?!” his eyes shut as he heard Sami groan annoyingly, trying to convince himself not to kill his best friend.

“I was being a good friend,” Sami barked back, ignoring the glares Finn sent him, as he took a deep breath. “I don’t understand why you won’t just ta-”

“Ya know damn well why I can’t talk to ‘er,” as his rage grew thicker, his accent followed along, words laced with disbelief. “She left mate, what about that are ya not understan-”

“She is in love with you, you idiot.”

-

You smiled down at Charlotte, pleased with your work for the night. She looked over towards the mirror, letting out a happy laugh. While you had missed painting monsters on Finn, you loved the beauty aspect of your career. She gave you a quick hug before prancing out the door.

“My turn?” without even turning around, you could tell who your next mission was. You could hear the cocky smirk in his voice, smiling as you turned. You nodded towards Seth, before pulling him to sit down in the chair.

“What do you think about double bunning it?” you giggled out, pulling Seth’s hair apart and up, holding it together with your hands. Your smile bubbled up as you looked at his face through his reflection. You released your hold on his man buns, before reaching over to your bag, digging for a hairbrush.

“Got a question for you,” he choked out, eyes meeting yours when you snapped back up, wetting his hair before dragging the brush through it. “How would you feel about going on a date, lemme finish before you death glare me, with a friend of mine,” your breath hitched in your throat as your movements stilled. You sighed out, as your movements continued.

“The infamous Seth has friends?” You laughed brightly as he shot you a playful glare. “I don’t know, I’m really not in the best dating time of my life,” his eyes immediately shone with pity, causing you to lightly cringe. “Does everyone know?” He shook his head at you, confessing that only a few of the others knew due to Sami and Finn fighting about it in the locker room.

“He’s a nice guy,” he promised, standing as you finished brushing his mane, only to pull it into a bun. He grinned down as you flipped him off, ruining all your hard work. “Just one date, come on. You’ll like the guy.” You groaned audibly, the puppy dog eyes Seth was giving becoming too much to ignore.

“Fine,” you hesitantly agreed, almost immediately regretting your decision. He smirked down at you, before walking out of the room, leaving you standing in thought for a few seconds. “Wait... Seth, when and where?!” You followed him out of the room, your head swarming with images of what the mystery man may look like.

-

Not only had you felt like pure shit, you’re pretty positive you also looked the part. You sighed against your giant makeup bag, deciding on doing everything at the stadium instead of going back to your hotel. You leaned towards the mirror, fogging it over with your breath before tracing the words ‘you’ll be great,’ into the mirror. A small smile formed on your face as you watched the words fade away. You nodded to your reflection before turning on your heel, walking towards the exit.

Seth caught up to you, walking with you towards your rental, handing you the address of where you were supposed to meet this ‘friend’ of his. Your heart leaped out of your chest as you recognized the location. As cheesy as it had sounded, you had always had a fascination with aquariums, trying to find them wherever your career ended up taking you. You tossed a quick goodbye towards Seth before starting up your rental, humming along with the radio as the GPS lead you to your dream date.

You blushed along with the clicking of your heels against the sidewalk, nerves filling your core. Your nerves turned to slight anger when you saw the familiar face of your… you couldn’t even refer to him as your ex. You chose to instead ignore the presence of the Irish demon, standing off to the side. This was the bad thing about not knowing who your date was, he would have to find you.

“I remember ya always beggin’ me to go here with ya,” you ignored the way the word rolled off his tongue, tapping your heel against the sidewalk, impatience filling you. You had always asked him to go to one of the many aquariums you had passed on your travels, in some hope that maybe, just maybe, you could act like a normal couple for one day. A sigh passed his lips before he continued on. “I know I screwed up, but it’s gonna be hard to have a date if ya don’t talk to me,” you turned to stare at him, an angry glare showing on your face. Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You knew this was too good to be true. “Look, I’m sor-” your hand fell flat against his cheek, a loud noise arising from the movement, before you recoiled, eyes flickering down to your now stinging hand.

You had seen the others do this all the time in shows, they never acted like it hurt this badly. “Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, looking back at his awe-struck face. He shook his head a bit before staring down at you with pity.

“Is yer hand okay?” He went to gently grab your palm, but you quickly drew yourself back, mumbling a small ‘don’t touch me,’ his way before storming off in the direction of your rental, pleading with your tears to just wait until you got back to the hotel. You heard the pitter of his feet following behind you, your name falling past his lips in a rushed tone. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, turning your steps towards him. Before you could stop yourself, another slap sounded against the part of his face you could reach. You winced as the tingling grew quicker against your palm, watching as he clenched his jaw, rubbing his hand against it.

“Yer gonna hurt yourself if ya keep doin’ that lass,” he muttered, voice laced with worry. You looked down at the ground, a small laugh leaping past your lips before staring back up at him, your eyes filled with disbelief.

“I don’t care,” you muttered out quietly, your voice growing louder as you talked. “I don’t give a shit if I hurt myself, I will not let you touch me,” his eyes widened at your words, forcing you to continue before he could speak. “I would’ve never been okay with doing this bullshit, but you? Do you know why I slept with you? Because I actually had feelings for you. I actually thought maybe, just maybe that I,” you cut yourself off, making slight eye contact with a couple walking past you, before shooting back over to where Finn stood. “And you? All I ever was to you was an easy lay, wasn’t I?” You gave a short break, daring him to answer the question. When there was no response, you let go, tears beginning to dance across your cheeks. “I somehow convinced myself it was okay to fall in love with you,” your voice cracked against your throat, words stopping as he leaned down, placing his lips desperately against yours. You pushed away roughly, your heart racing with every emotion imaginable. Your eyes bore into his eyes now brimming with tears.

“You don’t just get to kiss me and make everything okay,” you whispered, unsure of who you were trying to convince. “I thought I would never be able to forgive myself for walking away from the best thing that had ever happened to me, but now?” Your voice broke, releasing a small sob. You turned away, steps quickening as to ignore the way your body screamed at you to turn back.

-

The second you had gotten out of the elevator, you spotted Sami, waiting in front of your door. His eyes met yours, signaling that he knew what had happened. Without sparing a moment, you ran into his awaiting arms, sobs tearing away from your chest as you tried to find a breath of air to hold onto. He held you up, mumbling small apologies to you, waiting for you to calm down before getting you inside your hotel room.

You sat against the wall, eyes bleeding holes into the floor as Sami gathered the bag you had dropped on the floor, before closing the hotel door. You looked up at him, watching the way he cringed a bit staring at your now reddened eyes. “Why do you have a key?” You asked, genuinely concerned about how he got a hold of it.

“You wouldn’t believe how easy it is to actually get a spare,” he muttered out, an eyebrow raising as he actually thought about how simple it had been. You nodded a bit, pulling your knees towards your chest and resting your head in the small space between the two. A deep sigh filled the small space of the hallway you had rested yourself in, before Sami sat next to you, your head lulling to the side to rest on his shoulder. “How’s your hand?” You shrugged your shoulders a bit, holding it out for him to see.

“Think it’s better,” you mumbled dryly, the tingly feeling settling down after a few minutes of driving. “Probably hurt me more than it hurt him,” a small bit of laughter rushed past your lips before letting the comfortable silence settle in.

“I think you should talk to him,” Sami muttered, adding in a quick, ‘I’m serious,’ in response to your groan. “I know what he did was, excuse my language, a dick move,” you smiled a bit, rubbing circles into your own wrist. “But he was scared. Terrible excuse, but. He really does care for you,” his confession made your heart thump against your ribcage, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Maybe I should just date you,” you let out a stubborn mumble, biting the inside of your cheek as he chuckled.

“We both know we are not meant for each other,” he spoke out, placing a gentle kiss to the side of your head before standing up. He held a palm up towards you, pulling you on your feet as you grabbed it. He watched you take a deep breath, before opening the door, revealing a broken demon. Sami gave you one last look, before suggesting he give you both the room, throwing a quick wave your way before departing down the hall. Your eyes locked with Finn’s before you silently invited him into the unfamiliar room, settling yourself on the bed, listening to the door click shut.

The silence was a bit overwhelming, your eyes following as he sat in one of the puke green chairs that you had figured was part of this hotel's ‘aesthetic.’ He sighed deeply, eyes landing on yours.

“Is yer hand okay?” it came out small, heartbreaking. You threw a quick nod his way before asking him if his face was okay. He let out a small chuckle, “Yeah, ‘s fine.”

“I’ve been tryin’ to come up with how to get ya to forgive me,” he muttered out, looking down at the floor, ashamed by what he had done. “Bein’ honest, I don’t even forgive myself,” You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes pulsing from how much crying had been done in the past 24 hours.

“Do you really think that I would,” you took a breath, unable to even finish the sentence yourself. His eyes immediately shot over to yours, his head shaking quickly.

“Of course I don’t, I was just-” He cut himself off, mouth opening and closing before shutting it completely, clenching his jaw yet again. “The new girl who does my paintin’, I don’t think she likes me very much,” You let out a light giggle, his face brightening at the sound. “Doesn’t laugh at any of my jokes, especially doesn’t draw shit on my back that could get me in trouble,” he raised an eyebrow at you as you recalled the ONE time you drew a dick on his back. “She’s not you. Jesus, I miss ya like crazy. I just want ya back, even if ya just want to be friends, I don’t ca-”

“Is that what you want?” You muttered out, looking at him curiously. “Just friends?” This was terrifying, the silence around you suffocating as he made his way over to you, kneeling down in front of you, and carefully taking your face in his hands, his thumb rubbing across your cheek.

“Course not,” it was a gentle whisper as if at any moment you would crack and make him leave. Which admittedly, was still a slight possibility. “What I want is this beautiful lass sittin’ in front of me,” A small smile forced itself onto your lips as he continued. “The very one I should’ve told how much I adore every little thing she does,” moving slowly, your hand fell against the one he had placed on your cheek. “Am I allowed to kiss ya?”

You thought it over a bit, slowly nodding your head, whispering a small ‘I’d like that,’ before his lips slowly pressed against yours in a small kiss before his forehead rested against yours. A small bit of laughter passed his lips, mixing with yours.

“I’m sorry for leaving without talking to you,” you mumbled out, his lips finding their spot on the underside of your jaw. A groan fell from his lips, both hands enveloping your cheeks as he stared into your eyes.

“Don’t ever apologize to me. I’m sorry for lettin’ yer stubborn ass leave,” he threw a familiar smirk your way as you let out a small laugh. “I love you.” His lips found yours again, in a much more heated kiss, before pulling away. You whined out a bit as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Mind if I stay with ya tonight? We don’t have ta do anything I just… I wanna be with ya,” You smiled brightly, pulling his hand into yours, watching as he lifted your intertwined fingers to his lips, placing gentle kisses to each of your fingers while whispering about how much he loved how tiny your hands were compared to his. He quickly promised to be right back, going just to gather his things from his and Sami’s shared room.

The second the door had closed, you sprung into action. It had been over a month since you had gotten any… well… action, and you would be damned if you did not get your needs fixed. All throughout your fuck buddy relationship, you had never worn lingerie, both of you agreeing to never having the time. But this? This was going to be different, it was going to feel different.

You pulled out a light blue set, complete with a see-through babydoll, exposing the small thong you wore underneath. You pulled your hair out of the ponytail you had it in, shaking it out a bit before smoothing it back down. Your ears perked at the sound of a gentle knocking, smiling to yourself as you moved towards the door, pulling it open slowly.

The second you were exposed to Finn’s eyes, he shut the door, dropping his things, pulling your body towards his, lips greedily pressing against yours. You held your ground, one hand against his chest while the other gripped at his bicep. His hands slowly slide down, cupping your ass gently. Suddenly, you were being lifted up, hoisted over one shoulder. You giggled lightly, before feeling a slight nibble at your ass cheek.

“Did you just bite my ass?” You gasped out, the breath knocking from your lungs when he tossed you onto the bed, moving to tug his shirt over his head, before moving to hover over you, lips drifting across your throat.

“Looked juicy, decided to take a taste,” his accent tickled against your throat, your hands moving to tangle in his hair, a gentle grip placed there, “ya look beautiful love, all dressed up for me,” his breath was hot against your skin as he traced his lips further down your chest, pulling on the small bow keeping the babydoll across your chest. His palms fell across your waist, rubbing carefully across your skin. A groan erupted from his lips as his eyes fell upon your naked breasts, lips moving up against your own in a dominated kiss, tongue intertwining with yours. Pulling away from his lips, you let out a small whimper, back arching into the way his calloused hands felt on your breasts.

“I love the noises ya make for me,” your hips bucked as a finger slipped into the small piece of fabric covering your clit, rubbing small circles into your love button. “Don’t deserve it. Yer too good to me,” a finger slipped past your folds, curling into you before another slipped in to join.

“Finn,” it came out as a rushed burst of air, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of you. “Please, I need yo- fuck, Finn,” the thrusting of his fingers grew deeper, twisting inside of you as his fingers rubbed against your walls, before he pulled them out, holding them to your mouth, groaning as your lips wrapped around them, sucking teasingly slow. He made quick work of removing his pants, boxers being thrown in a corner.

Your eyes widened as he practically ripped the small piece of fabric from your body. You let out a lewd moan, watching as he brought your thong up to his face, taking a small breath in through his nose, before smirking down at you, thong thrown behind him. “That cute little outfit belongs to me now,” his hands gripped at your hips, pulling you to meet the head of his cock. “Who’s the only one who gets to see ya in that?” his teeth nipped at your collarbone, as the hold on your hips tightened, holding you down from bucking onto his cock. “I need ya to answer me love,” his breath hitched in his throat as you rubbed against him, chanting his name, pleading with him to take you.

A breathy chuckle passed his lips before he sunk into you, groaning at your tightness. Your head fell back against the mattress, your heart-stopping as he filled you up. God, you missed the way he felt against you. The second your head raised up, his lips found yours, hips thrusting against yours. You whined his name quietly, begging him to just take you already. His thrusts grew rough, animalistic as he pounded into you, the mattress creaking along with each thrust. His eyes flickered from the expressions forming on your face, to the way your pussy took his cock in with each thrust. He groaned loudly, his eyes locked on the sight.

“Look at my pretty girl’s pussy,” he spoke, a smirk popping up on his face as you moaned at his words. “Ya missed me huh? Fuck, yer so fuckin’ tight, so warm. Just begging to be fucked, begging for me to make love to you,” Without losing his dominance over you, he flipped the both of you, situating you on his lap before continuing his thrusts into you. “Just look at ya, shit,” he mumbled, his lips finding your breasts again as he placed passionate kisses to them, appreciating the way your buds perked up. Your nails dug into his back, small scratches puffing up on his skin.

“I missed you, your cock fills me so nice- fuck,” your words turned into whatever noise your throat could muster up, as his thrusts became rougher. A familiar bubble began forming, your body on fire. His thrusts grew sloppier by the second, groaning against your shoulder.

“Ya gotta cum with me, shit, I need to feel ya cum for me,” His voice accent grew thicker, each word being growled out. You nodded at him, your hips moving to meet with his thrusts, desperate for release. Your walls tightened around his cock, before you were digging your teeth into his shoulder, your orgasm lighting your nerves. His hips stuttered into yours, riding out each of your orgasms. Even as your orgasms died down, his lips connected with yours, deep breaths mixing together.

Heated kisses died down, turning into gentle pecks to your lips. His arms wrapped around your hips, pulling your body even closer to his, his cock still buried deep inside you. A light whimper passed your lips as he finally turned you onto your back, pulling out slowly. Slight mumblings of curse words passed his lips as he eyed your thighs, sticky with cum. Slowly, his vision trailed up your naked form, landing on your own two eyes, staring up at him lovingly. His chest pressed against yours, lips covering every inch of your face, giggles bouncing off the walls.

“I will never get over bein’ able to kiss ya,” he whispered against your lips, placing a small kiss there. You traced your fingers gently up the back of his neck, throwing a small nod in agreement his way before gently kissing the tip of his nose. “Will ya do me the honor of bein’ mine?” You flipped him on his back, playful kisses adorning his face as you squealed out a quick yes. He chuckled happily, before letting out a deep groan as your hips began to grind against his. You jumped as a loud knocking filled the silence.

“I’m really happy you guys are together,” Sami’s voice cracked from the other side of the door. “But Finn, you took my bag by accident. Can I come in?” Finn placed a loving kiss against your lips, making sure you pulled the sheets against your body, leaving everything but shoulders to the imagination. He threw on his boxers, pulling the door open to reveal a blushing Sami.

“Why didn’t you just come in,” you tilted your head a bit, curious as to why Sami was avoiding your gaze. “You have a key,” you muttered out, leaning your body up a bit as Finn rejoined you in bed, arms wrapping around your sheet-covered waist. Sami shot a glare in your direction, before turning back away, escaping the room quickly.

“Remind me to thank ‘im in the mornin’,” fingers traced gentle shapes into your hips as you leaned back in his arms, a yawn tearing itself past your lips. You nodded sleepily against his chest, falling in tune with his body as it moved the both of you laying down, pulling you into his chest, a gentle kiss being placed against his chest as he whispered a small, ‘I love you,’ against the top of your head before sleep overtook the both of you.

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Someone stole my og username how dare the spam bots take over my LEGACY

[pvnkfaerie]

Stolen Raspberries

Warnings; this is so cute, I reread it because I remembered it being cute and It Is So Cute I don't even actually believe I wrote this

No smut just fluff and ~implied~ stuff

Also YES the airport part is VERY UNREALISTIC BUT it fulfills an animalistic need in me so.

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You couldn’t stand planes. It wasn’t a fear of planes, no, there was nothing wrong with them. You could jump aboard, no questions asked. Flying had easily become a small part of your job, having to jump from city to city, country to country.

No, the thing you hated about planes were the overnight flights you had to take. Especially the international flights. See, for some reason, your body refused to let you get any amount of sleep on a plane. So usually, you were forced to stay up watching the few movies they had available aboard the flight. This was never a problem for anyone else, which forced you to deal with yourself for hours. It was awful.

You sighed, lugging your carry-on onto the huge plane, knowing you were most likely going to sit by one of the girls who just happened to fall asleep very easily. Once they were asleep, no amount of poking or talking, nothing would wake them up. You looked down at your boarding pass, quickly finding yourself sitting in a window seat. You sighed happily, always finding enjoyment out of watching yourself float through the clouds. You settled in, playing with the seat before a throat-clearing got your attention. You looked over, seeing Sheamus and Cesaro. You smiled happily up at the pair, watching as Sheamus raised an eyebrow at you before a happy smile crossed his lips.

“So it’s my turn to sit next to ya lass,” he chuckled out, pushing his bag under the seat in front of him. You blushed, looking down while chewing on the inside of your cheek. Everyone on the roster knew of your sleep issues. Especially Sheamus. While you were able to sleep while in a hotel room, it was a bit of a challenge, one that usually involved Sheamus having to talk to you until you fell asleep. Those nights usually ended with him carrying you back to your own room.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling guilty that you had kind of forced your own sleep issues onto him. You looked up after hearing Cesaro chuckle a bit.

“This guy doesn’t mind you waking him,” he spoke, his accent thick as he reassured you. “Really, I think he rather enjoys it.” He chuckled after Sheamus shot him a glare, his hands raising up in an ‘I surrender,’ position before sitting in the aisle seat next to Sheamus. You laughed lightly, wrapping your arms around one of Sheamus’ arms, completely oblivious to the way he stared at you as you talked with Cesaro.

-

You groaned quietly as the credits ran across the screen. The lights on the airplane had all been dimmed, the silence of the flight killing you as you pulled your earbuds gently out of one of your ears, the other being stuck in Sheamus’. He insisted that bringing his own just “slipped his mind,” though you could see his own buried in his carry-on. You looked over to your right, watching the way Sheamus’ chest moved up… and down. Up… and down. “Sheamus,” you whispered, eyes flickering towards his face. No movement. You couldn’t stop the small smile that lit up your face as you admired his. You gently pulled the earbud out of his ear as to not wake him.

To say that you had fallen for a certain bearded Irishman would be an understatement. You had fallen, hit a few rocks, scraped your knees on the way, and you probably weren’t getting up for a while. You had often found yourself admiring the man, especially when he was too tired to take you back to your room. Those were your favorite nights. His arms usually stayed crossed against his chest, but sometimes, just sometimes, he would wrap his arms around you. On those mornings, you usually had to pretend to be asleep when he woke up. You found yourself leaning on the armrest a bit.

“Hey Sheamus,” you whispered yet again. No response. You looked around where you were sitting, a sort of precaution if anyone was actually still awake. You rested back on the armrest, your eyes flickering back to Sheamus’ face. “I love you.” another whisper tossed into the air. You sat still, admiring the silence as your eyes moved back to watching his chest rise and fall for a few minutes before your attention moved back towards the screen, completely oblivious to the way he stared at you as you flipped through the options.

-

You glared at the screen as the credits rolled yet again. Why has nobody invented a 9-hour long movie? Was that too much to ask for? You looked back towards Sheamus, pulling your earbuds out. This had become an hourly process, and you couldn’t understand why he wasn’t getting with the program?

“Sheamus,” you whispered a bit louder this time, watching as he stirred in his sleep. “If you’re an idiot, stay asleep.” you stood still for a second, laughing to yourself. Ha. Everyone on this plane is an idiot. Got them good. Boredom seeped out of every pore of your body. You slowly moved your hand to poke Sheamus, a scream almost leaving your lips as your hand was grabbed. You stared wide-eyed at Sheamus.

“Woman, if ya do not stop waking me up, I swear,” he groaned, turning to face you, his eyes never opening. You stared at him for a few more seconds, your mouth opening to speak, before you settled on poking him again.

“Sheamu-” Your heart stopped. Your eyes shot open before slowly closing. Sheamus was kissing you. He had made his threat many times, but this was the first time he had actually kissed you. His lips covered yours in a quick kiss, and even after he had settled back down, you still sat up, stunned. You wiggled in your seat a bit, glaring down at the Irishman who went back to sleep. As if nothing had just happened. “Sheamus, now I’m even more awake,” you whined a bit, relishing in the groan that left his lips as he sat up. You watched his movements as he moved the armrest that had been strategically placed between the two of you.

He gripped your arm a bit roughly, pulling you into his chest before his arms wrapped around you. Your face flushed red as you listened to the fast pace of his heart beating. His chest vibrated as he began to speak in a hushed voice.

“Want a story?” You smiled against his chest. One of your sleepless night traditions included Sheamus telling you stories that he was told as a child. You loved hearing about Ireland, admiring the way his eyes lit up as he talked about his home country. Your favorites, however, were the fairy tales, the legends, the myths. Lucky for you, Sheamus was filled with them. You nodded your head against his chest, still trying to figure out how it actually felt natural to be in his arms.

“There once lived a Munachar and a Manachar, a long time ago, and it is a long time since it was, and if they were alive then they would not be alive now,” he started, his thumb rubbing small circles into your back as he spoke quietly. You let out a small laugh, looking up at him.

“That’s confusing,” you mumbled. He let out a slight chuckle in response, looking down at you.

“Ay,” he whispered, a playful glint in his tired eyes. “Close your eyes,” he continued tracing circles into your back, and you resumed your position, your head resting against his chest and your eyes began to grow droopy. “They went out together to pick raspberries, and as many as Munachar used to pick Manachar used to eat. Munachar said he must go look for a rod to make a gad to hang Manachar, who ate his raspberries every one,” You let out a small yawn, mumbling tiredly against his chest.

“He’s going to hang his friend for eating his raspberries?? Why doesn’t he just ask him to stop?” Sheamus kindly ignored you, resuming his story which fell upon blank ears. You had fallen asleep almost instantly, relishing in the sound of his voice. When he realized you had fallen asleep, he placed a loving kiss onto the top of your head, getting comfortable, before falling asleep himself.

You had dreamed of Munachar and Manachar, and the stolen raspberries.

-

You heard your name being called, which you ignored. You swatted at the air, your eyes refusing to open. “Gotta wake up lass,” you groaned audibly, your eyes falling open before glaring at a certain red-bearded man in front of you. When you finally took in your surroundings, you were in a hotel room. You rubbed at your eyes, trying to think of how you got off the airplane. Hell, how you even got out of the airport. Before you could ask, however, a certain Swiss accent filled your ears.

“Didn’t even carry you gracefully like a princess,” he spoke, pulling his phone out to show you that, indeed, he didn’t carry you like a princess. The picture showed your limp body placed over Sheamus’ shoulders, carrying you like a sack of potatoes. You stared blank-faced at Sheamus.

“Aye, if I would’ve carried ya like that, ya would’ve hit ya head on ev’rything,” he quickly defended, scoffing as he not so subtly, flipped off the Swiss Superman. “Why are ya even in here?” He groaned, pointing a thumb towards the door.

Cesaro gently set your bags down on the chair, smiling at the small ‘thank you,’ you offered his way. He sent a knowing smile towards Sheamus, before closing the door behind him and leaving. You let out another tired yawn, this being the most sleepy you had probably ever been.

“So which room number am I?” you asked, standing up slowly. Sheamus caught you as you rocked a bit, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist.

“Ya in here,” he mumbled, his head placing itself on your shoulder. You nodded quietly, your arms lacing gently around his neck. After a few seconds of silence, you mumbled.

“You kissed me,” his arms went stiff around your waist, before relaxing again slowly. He removed his head and arms, yours falling to your sides as he did. His hands gently took your face in them, as his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip.

“And ya told me ya loved me,” he whispered, watching as your eyes gleamed lovingly. You let out a nervous laugh, nodding your head.

“I do,” you whispered, placing one of your hands over Sheamus’. A small brush of air rushed past his lips, as they moved to hover over yours. You stood as still as possible, worried that even a single breath would ruin the moment.

“I love ya,” he whispered before his lips crashed against yours. The kiss had started off slow, gentle pecks, before it grew heated, tongues wrestling for any amount of dominance. You moaned against his lips as he won, exploring every inch of your mouth with want. He lifted you up, his hands gripping against your ass before he set you on the bed, his body hovering over yours as lips continued to clash.

-

Sheamus groaned loudly. How had he let this happen?

How had his daughter had the same exact sleep issues as her mother did? She had been found jumping up and down on her bed, small giggles leaving her lips. He chuckled deeply, moving to quickly grab her as she let out a playful scream.

“Ya, my little lass, are supposed ta be sleepin’,” She groaned back loudly, shifting a bit as he pulled her covers up and over her body.

“Daddy, will you tell me a story?” She begged, as his fingers ran through her matching red locks. She moved over a bit, making room for Sheamus, as he lay down next to her.

“There once lived a Munachar and a Manachar, a long time ago, and it is a long time since it was, and if they were alive then they would not be alive now,” He smiled at the memory of the first time he had told this story, chuckling at his daughter’s response.

“That’s confusing daddy,” mumbled the small girl. He smiled down at her mumbling a small, ‘exactly like your mother,’ before continuing.

“Ay,” he spoke tiredly, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes as he noticed you leaning against the doorframe. “Close your eyes,” he spoke, smiling as she obeyed with a groan. “They went out together to pick raspberries, and as many as Munachar used to pick Manachar used to eat. Munachar said he must go look for a rod to make a gad to hang Manachar, who ate his raspberries every one,”

“He’s gonna kill his friend for eating his raspberries? That’s not very nice. Why doesn’t he just ask him to stop?” She let out a small yawn as he continued the story, shifting in her bed, before falling into a deep sleep. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, before walking towards you, relishing in the small giggles that leaped past your lips as he picked you up, twirling you around before carrying you to the bedroom. He lay you gently on your shared bed, before his hands lifted your shirt, showing your swollen belly. He placed small kisses there, whispering a small ‘I love you,’ to the unborn baby which he had already named Conor.

“I never did get to hear the end of that story,” you mumbled tiredly after he placed a gentle peck to your lips. He pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him just in boxers as he climbed into bed next to you, holding you close.

“Not my fault ya fall asleep every time I go to tell it to ya,” You nodded tiredly against his chest, your eyes already drooping closed.

“Tell it to me again,” a tired mumble moved past your lips, as he sighed happily, before starting his story over again, his thumb tracing small circles on your belly.

That night, you had dreamed of Munachar and Manachar, and the stolen raspberries.