Summary: there was a change in Caracalla's behaviour and everyone could sense it, especially his brother who noticed the change when you became his servant… What was your secret?
A/n: this is for @fredhechingerfrenzy week 4 and final week for caracalla- twins
Word count: 987
It had been a week since the incident with Caracalla, having a thin line of your throat from his dagger, and a week since you had unknowingly become the newest target of Macrinus. You'd continued on with your work seeing Caracalla had calmed down more, less agitated, less vases thrown around, and of course less injuries to the other servants. Even his brother saw a difference in his behaviour. Geta saw how his brother was with you, how patient he had become. What were you pulling?
One day while Caracalla was busy with work, he came up to you, standing right behind you as you cleaned Caracalla's room. “What are you doing?” Geta asks, his voice stone cold towards you. “I'm cleaning your brother's room sir”. You say finally turning to look up at him. You had never been so close to his brother before. Geta looks around the place, “you've gotten close to my dear brother, he's calmer now, more patient than before… how?”.
“I'm sorry, sir?” You ask, confused by his question.
“How did you get him to be so calm? He's completely different now, I no longer need to keep an eye on him as much as before, what's your secret little mouse?” He asks, almost like he couldn't believe someone he looked down on could do something he thought impossible.
“I've done nothing sir. Just… treated him how I always have”. He looks at you dumbfounded, treating him how you've always done? What the hell did that mean? You must have some secret, some kind of trick. “What do you mean ‘treat him how you always have’? I've been with him my whole life and never achieved what you have, so tell me, what have you done to him?”
“Nothing sir, I just help him when he needs it? Other servants would walk away, try to save themselves, but I help him when he looks like he needs it, I don't know if that has anything to do with his change in behaviour but…” you stopped yourself from talking about that night, when Macrinus came out of his room, when Caracalla held that blade to your neck, the sting of the metal as blood dripped down your neck. “But?” He simply asks, wanting to know, needing to know. That when he notices the tiny scar in your neck, if it was your hand he'd simply think it was an accident in the kitchens, but your neck?
“What happened? You have a cut on your throat.” He says bluntly, you sigh.
“It's nothing sir, just one of Caracalla's episodes last week, got caught up in it”. He simply nods understanding, realising you're possibly keeping some information out of it.
Before he can ask another question, the doors burst open, Caracalla walking in and stopping seeing his brother so close to his servant. “What's going on in here?” Caracalla storms over, pushing you away from Geta. “Brother… what's the meaning of this?” He asks again, looking his brother in the eyes. You internally panic, not wanting to be the cause of a fight between the pair. “Sir he was jus-” “Shh sh sh sh… I didn't ask you, I asked my brother”. Caracalla interrupts you, not looking at you. You quickly silence yourself, now nervous.
“I was just asking them a question brother, nothing more” Geta responds truthfully. Caracalla glares at him, he couldn't quite pinpoint what he was feeling… annoyance yes but something else… jealousy? Why? You were a servant, yes, but you were his. His personal servant, something for him and him alone, not for his brother or anyone else. Someone he didn't have to share, for him to keep. So seeing you so close to Geta was… it bothered him, almost like you had betrayed him. Geta's voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts, “perhaps, dear brother you should be more careful around your servants, this one's already got one cut, let's make sure the little mouse doesn't end up with more”.
Why? Why would he say that!? You internally question, knowing it would end with Caracalla throwing another tantrum. Geta smirks at you, his hand on your shoulder, his thumb tracing your scar for only a second before Caracalla shoves him off you. “You are not to speak to them, nor to touch them. You are to leave them alone, they are not yours”. Caracalla stands in front of you, almost like he was protecting you from Geta. Geta doesn't look impressed, giving you a small once over before finally backing away. “I'll leave you two alone then”. With that he walks away, out of the room, the door closing behind him.
Caracalla sighs, before looking back at you, his hand goes for your throat, you tense up thinking he's about to strangle you but instead his fingers hang loosely on your skin, his thumb copying Geta from before, stroking where he cut you. He stares at it til his hand drifts down your chest before falling back at his side. “I promise to the gods, I won't ever hurt you again… Not after that night… not after I scared you…” He confessed. You stand there, as still as one of the statues in the palace, not knowing what to do. Caracalla finally dismisses you of your duties in his room. You nod, bow, and leave the room.
Caracalla stands there, looking at where you once stood, like your ghost was still there. “Little mouse hmm?” He scoffs. You weren't just a ‘little mouse’, not to him. You were much more than that, he just didn't know how to put it into words. How what he believed to be an insignificant person had changed his viewpoint on them, purely by ‘being nice’... was he that weak? Or were you just stronger than the others? He couldn't be sure, but what he was sure about was he wasn't letting you go anytime soon.
Tags/warnings: canon, mentions of executions, mentions of caracallas mental state/illness, historically inaccurate
Notes: my first time ever writing for caracalla despite the fact that he's the first character I saw fred play as, which is kinda wild to me, enjoy!
This is for @fredhechingerfrenzy Caracalla week 1: Dondas
Summery: You are a servant, preparing to do your nightly duties when you come across caracalla wandering around, without his beloved pet.
Word count: 966
It was the evening in Rome, games having finished for the day, and finally, everyone was calming down. You, a servant in the Palace, was on your way to the kitchens to help prepare for the next day, making your way along the long corridors when you noticed Emperor Caracalla. He was wandering around looking… lost.
Everyone knew to be wary of him, everyone in the palace walls was aware of his…illness, his horrid temper, could snap at any time. One moment he'd be happily drinking wine, the next, a sword was at your throat with the threat of execution. He didn't appear to be in one of his… madder moods, but you still tread with caution. You slowly walk closer so as to not startle him. Most would turn around, walk away to save themselves, but something about his demeanor screamed he needed help, and you couldn't let him continue looking astray.
“Sir, is everything alright?” You keep your voice steady and calm as he turns to look at you, confused. “Dondas… where is he? I haven't seen him anywhere…”
That damn monkey, it was always causing trouble, often sneaking into the kitchen to steal some fruit. The cooks would often kick him out, throw a rag at him, try to swipe him away with the brush, but you were more gentle. Just pick him up, give him a quick scolding before carefully putting him outside the kitchen, she wouldn't be surprised if that's where the little tyrant had gone. But you knew a way to get him.
“Uh, sir, can I suggest something that may work on finding Dondas?” You didn't want to overstep a boundary, and definitely not upset him, but he nodded clearly wanting his pet back. You walk into his room, grab a few grapes before coming back to the hallway and leaving them in the middle of the hallway, wherever food was unattended, Dondas was sure to find it. You pull Caracalla back slowly behind the door so if the monkey showed up, he wouldn't get suspicious. Caracalla watches confused til you explain, if anything will make that monkey show up, food would work wonders. Caracalla nods, impressed by your quick thinking. He looks over you, he'd never noticed you, seeing you as merely another servant of the palace.
“What's your name, servant?” You're a little taken aback by his question. “I'm y/n, sir”. He looks at you, like he's trying to commit the name to memory. “Why did you help me? Most would turn around or pretend they didn't see me until I called them over… you didn't.” It wasn't surprising that Caracalla would notice that the servants weren't too happy to help him over his brother. “Well you looked lost, like you're in a place you didn't recognise. And despite everything I've heard, it wouldn't be right to let you continue to wonder where Dondas was, knowing how much you adore that rascal”. You smile softly, hoping you hadn't upset him, but instead he smiles too, you can't help but just view him as just a man, but that gold tooth quickly reminds you who you're talking to, an emperor, an emperor that could just as easily kill you if he wanted.
Your train of thought is quickly derailed by a familiar squeak, a chirp here and there, looking through the door, you see Dondas, coming down the hallway. Caracalla's head looks up seeing his pet, you stop him from immediately walking out, knowing he'd just run away and the trap wouldn't work. “Wait, let him eat first, he'll let his guard down”. You whisper, he nods, staying next to you as you watch. Sure enough the monkey sniffs out the unattended grapes, looking around but seeing no-one, he starts to eat the grapes, his guard down. You slowly move over towards him, careful to not alarm him as you pick him up but the back of his clothing. He squeaks and chirps in a panic before seeing you and calming down. You can't help but let out a small chuckle, his face covered in grape juice, his tiny paws still holding the half eaten grape, looking a mess. “By the gods, what are we gonna do with you little one?”. You ask him obviously not expecting a response, he climbs on your arm and onto your shoulder to continue eating, you chuckle as his fur tickles the skin of your neck and jaw.
That's when you remembered Caracalla stood behind you and turned towards him, Dondas too busy eating to notice him. “Got him”, you pick Dondas up to hand him over to Caracalla, he takes his pet in his hand as he once again climbs and sits on his shoulder, looking at home on his master's shoulder. “Thank you… for helping get him back”. Caracalla mutters, this was the first time in a long time he'd thank someone for help, from a servant no less. You bow slightly “You're welcome, my lord. I, uh, better get back to work then. Hopefully, he doesn't run off in the middle of the night”. You say bowing again before walking away back towards the kitchen again. He watches you, turning a corner out of his sight… he looks down at Dondas, who has finally finished his grapes. The way you handled his pet with care, the small chuckle that left your mouth at Dondas's appearance, staining juice in his fur and clothing. He couldn't help the small smile, the first time, possibly ever, that a servant had offered help without the threat of death… she was definitely one to keep an eye out for now. With that, he strokes Dondas's fur and heads back into his room for the night,committing the name of the servant to memory.
Notes: This is for the fred hechinger fic exchange @fredhechingerfrenzy
This fic is for toni aka @sweetpeapod I hope you enjoy it!
Tags/warnings: mentions of caracallas anger (not in detail)
Word count: 1.4k
You had been a maid for the Roman Palace, working beneath the twin emperors Caracalla and Geta. You mostly work for Caracalla, having recently become his personal servant after the last one… Well, no one really talks about it, but everyone has their thoughts. It was tiring having to watch for the emperor's explosive side, making sure you weren't in the wrong spot and having a vase thrown in your direction, or a goblet of wine, or anything in his hand really.
This tiredness was starting to catch up with you, you had to hide your yawns as if they were coughs, found yourself falling asleep in the hallways, even got scared with Dondus climbing on top of you once as you had fallen asleep standing. You tried hard to sleep at night but was always woken up by something wrong with the emperor and having to deal with it in the early hours of the morning.
However, to Caracalla, he wanted you as his personal servant as you were the only one to not look at him like a monster, or even a god, just a man. You didn't pity him or go out of your way to avoid him like the others, even before you were given the job. He… he appreciated it, in a way he never realised. You give him a feeling of just, normality, no pity, or burden, he didn't even get that look from his very own brother. But here you were, a simple servant who made him feel things he doesn't think he's ever felt. He just didn't realise how tired he'd been making you.
One morning you'd been woken up again, the emperor demanding for a bath after dealing with the senate meeting in the morning. You trail along the hallways, eyes barely open, the sky a warm pink and orange as the sun rises peeking over Rome. You trail over towards his private baths, the water being brought over, boiling hot water being poured into the tub, you collecting his favourite oils to bathe in and soaps. As you're left alone, you pour in the drops of lavender and rosemary, however as the lavender scented steam hits you, it makes your sleepiness worse.
You kneel and sit by the bath stirring in the scents, your sleepiness starts to win the battle. Try as you can you end up with your head resting on the edge of the bath, your hand emerging in the hot water adding to the sleepiness as you finally pass out next to his bath.
After around thirty minutes, the doors open to see a stressed out Caracalla storming into the room. He yells for the guard to fetch you to help him, the poor guard having no idea where you'd gone but nods running to find you, not realising you were in the room next door. As Caracalla paces the room like a caged animal, his pet dondus enters the room immediately climbing on the emperor's bed, sensing the stress of his owner. Caracalla calms down slightly, sitting next to his pet monkey, giving him small pets. Just then something catches the small creature's ear, a small noise, coming from the private bathroom. The monkey climbs down going over to the room, scratching at the door, chittering to get the door open. Caracalla looks at him confused, wondering what is going on. He gets up to go to the bathroom and opens the door to find… you. Kneeling on the floor, your head resting on the side of his bath, your hand now wrinkled, soaking on the water, your hair having followed your arm into the water as well.
Caracalla stands there watching your sleeping body, Dondus climbs over onto the tub and gently crawls over checking to make sure you were okay. A quiet chittering comes from his mouth as he looks over at Caracalla. He stands there almost in shock, he should be waking you up, he should be angry, grabbing and punishing you for sleeping while working, but, he can't bring himself to do it. He watches your body gently move with every even breath you take, your curly dark hair, falling over your face into the now warm water.
He gently moves over towards you, careful to not wake you, he gently kneels next to you, head tilting to get a better look at your face. Your eyes had dark eye bags underneath, ones he'd never noticed til now, how exhausted you were, how pale you were from not sleeping, he hadn't realised he'd been using you to your bones. Concern falls over his face, a look he hardly ever gave anyone, let alone a servant like yourself. His hand slowly moves your hair out of the water and out of your face. He can't help but trace the edge of your face with his finger, his touch lightly grazing your skin before you start to shift. He quickly moves his hand not wanting to wake you, and luckily for him, you settle back down again, your sleep much deeper than he had anticipated.
He takes a deep breath before he stands next to you, walking over to grab a towel before walking over to lightly pull your now wrinkled hand out of the bath and carefully dries your skin. You feel the cloth around your arm, your eyes slowly open a little as you move your head. Your brain is still filled with sleep as you hear a voice tell you to go back to sleep, not thinking anything of it you let your head rest back down on your arm this time, resting against the bath. You have no idea that voice belongs to the emperor.
He dries your arm and carefully brings it down beside you, before putting the cloth away. He then does something he never thought he'd do, he carefully wraps his arms around your body and picks you up bridal style, your soft body pressed to his chest as he carries you to his bedroom, Dondus following behind out of curiosity. He gently places you down on the bed before wrapping the silk sheets around your body. You look a lot more cozy in his sheets than against his tub. As he stares longingly at your sleeping face, the door bursts open, the guard from before finally having the guts to come back to say he couldn't find you. Caracalla's face immediately turns thunderous as the guard speaks “My lord, I apologise but I can't find-”. He quickly shuts up from seeing both, you asleep in the emperor's bed as well as the current look said emperor is giving him. If looks could kill he would have been burned in a gulf of flame rather quickly. He bows before quickly stepping out of the room while he still could, carefully shutting the door behind him.
Caracalla sighs before looking back down at you, thankful that idiot didn't wake you up, he should have his head just for that.
He looks down at your sleeping body, completely out cold, Dondus sits next to your body watching the pair, having never seen his master act so gentle with anything besides him. Caracalla can't help but be tempted to climb in next to you but doesn't want to risk waking you, seeing you need your sleep. He made a promise not to rely on you as much as he had, to call someone else before you. God he must look like a fool, if his brother saw him now he'd never let him live it down. He stands back up and carefully walks around to the other side of the bed, he lies down next to you. He watches you hold onto his pillow, how soft it felt compared to your own bed.
He slowly wraps his arms around your body, gently pulling you to him, you feel soft, warm, safe. All the things he didn't have the luxury of having you felt… you felt like home. How you didn't treat him any different despite how he behaved, how he reacted to everything and yet, you still took care of him and he took it for granted till you finally couldn't help but collapse. He promises himself he would never have that happen again, he can't lose the only thing that makes him feel human. He plays with your hair as he begins to feel himself fall asleep, and for once he doesn't fight it, the fear that he might not wake back up doesn't creep up on him, for once he feels safe with you in his arms, you were his home, his safe space, and he was terrified of what would happen if he ever lost you.
Tags/warnings: talks about drug use, reader using drugs (implied), reader having anxiety, Simon selling drugs, quick mention of overdoses, not in detail.
Authors note: this is for the final prompt of Simon month week 4- drugs @fredhechingerfrenzy
Summary: when all four of you ditch lessons to go hang out, Simon can't help but make a quick buck, but when Deena asks a question, it gets stuck in your head for longer than you want.
Word count: 1.1k
“Have either of you seen Simon? I swear he said he'd meet us earlier?” You ask Kate and Deena, both shaking their heads. The three of you had hidden in the girls' toilets, planning to skip the last lesson of the day. You sigh, and start combing out your hair and checking out your outfit, Kate lies against a bathroom stall before it quickly opens, Simon bursting out “She'll take your blood! She'll take your head! She'll kill you until you're dead!” You and the other two jump, not realising he was already here.
“Jesus Simon..” You say before turning around towards the mirror again, combing out your hair. He chuckles before he slides up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.
“Did I scare my baby? Awwww, I didn't mean to my love” He teases. He 100 per cent was trying to scare you. And the other two who are now back to their usual conversation. That's when Simon's head goes up, like his brain just turned on at something.
“Oh actually, I just remembered”. He reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a small bag of pills. “For you, my dear customer, some zoloft, as requested”. Simon knew of your anxiety but also knew your parents couldn't afford the prescription for the pills, so he stole some from work when he could for you.
“Thanks baby, how much do I owe you-”
“Ah ah ah… stop right there, you know I don't take payment from you my dear, especially as you actually need them and not just needing to get high”.
You sigh. Since Simon started doing this for you a few months back, he refused to take any financial payment for them. He knew this was something you genuinely needed and not just to deal with your boring history teacher. You always felt kinda bad, knowing he did this to provide for his family, saving up to, in his words, ‘get you both out of this town’ by graduation. Sure he worked at the convenience store but it wasn't like the pay was amazing, but no matter what you did, even sneaking a few dollar bills into his pocket when you thought he wasn't looking, he always gave it right back. Never made a big deal about it, just slipped the notes back into your hand or pocket. In the end you gave up trying to pay him with money, and instead paid in the other ways he let you, mostly kisses and cuddles and hanging out at the store when it was late and boring.
You take the bag and put it in the inside pocket of your jacket. “Thanks dear.” And give his cheek a kiss, to which he turns your head around to kiss your lips. His hands make their way to your waist, holding you against his body as your hands hold his arms over his hoodie. He pulls away, forehead pressed against yours. “Now that was a proper payment”.
He teases, making you smile. You two were about to go for another kiss when.
“Can you guys try to make it five seconds before you try eating each other's faces? Please?” You hear Kate groan behind, making you both chuckle. You knew Kate and Deena didn't really care, but they loved to tease you both for how touchy you were with each other.
The bell soon went, meaning the last lesson was to start, and instead, you all waited until it was quiet to clearly sneak out and ditch the last lesson of the day. Making it past classrooms and finally leaving out the door. You all run giggling to your car as you all climb in, you and Simon in the front, the other two at the back, making one last check you drive off before anyone can stop you all.
You all decide to head to a diner to grab some food. As soon as you get out, Simon's arm immediately goes around your shoulders as you head inside. He spots a few of his ‘costumers’ and heads over quickly to see if they're interested in anything as you and the girls sit down.
“Are you… cool with all this drug stuff?” Deena asks, “wasn't there that one guy who overdosed?”
“That wasn't a proper overdose. The hospital brought him back, plus Simon told him not to mix it with alcohol so it's not really his fault”. Kate says before you can answer. You tried not to think about it honestly, the whole drug dealer thing was more a way for quick cash to leave this place, you wish he didn't have to but you could see through Simon when others couldn't, he always told you, once you were both out of here he'd never deal again, whether or not you believed that was a different question entirely.
Simon soon walks over with a couple more notes in his hand than before, as he sits down next to you, arm back around your shoulders. You guys get some fries and nachos and drinks, but in your head, Deena's question played over and over. Were you okay with your boyfriend being the town drug dealer? Considering everything else going on in this town, was it the worst thing he could be? Simon noticed you were quiet but didn't say anything about it. You guys continue your meal til it's time to leave. You drop off Kate and Deena before going over to Simon's place.
You get into his room and climb into his bed, he follows suit, cuddling you from behind before gently kissing your neck.
“Are you okay? Noticed you were pretty quiet back at the diner, just wanted to check in with you”. Simon asks, worried that something upset you. You turn over and decide to ask him, “did you mean it when you said that you'd stop dealing once we're out of here?”
He's pretty taken aback by that question. You'd never given his dealings a second thought. He holds you a little tighter.
“I promised you once I make the money we can leave this place and find somewhere else, somewhere where it doesn't feel like a murder is happening every few weeks or so, somewhere we can just be us, maybe over go to college. And once that happens, I will never illegally touch drugs again, and never deal again, I promised you that, and I intend to keep that promise to you, my darling”.
You smile softly before leaning in for a kiss, you knew you could trust him, you guess Deena got more into your head than you'd imagined, not that she meant it in a bad way, she was probably just worried for you two. Either way, you could say a lot of things about your boyfriend, adorable, fairly stupid at times and often didn't think before doing, but he always kept his promises, and you could tell this was a promise he planned to keep.
A/N: This is for the first week of Simon week @fredhechingerfrenzy week 1- employee of the month
Summary: Simon was working late, and after begging you, you finally decide to spend the night together at the store.
Word count: 1.2k
It was late in Shadyside, with very few stores open, one of which was a small convenience store, the one you were driving too after Simon had texted you, practically begging you to show up, how boring it was to be the only one at the store stocking up sleeves slowly, messing with the register til he was bored. So you decided to end his absolute suffering and drive over to see him.
As soon as he saw your car parked outside he immediately ran to the door “Oh my hero has finally arrived!” He yelled out in the street as you walked over. You smile while walking while giving him a small kiss. “Yes, tis I, your hero to save you from boredom”. You joke before he moves aside for you to walk in. The dim feel of the late night store hits you, the light in the back that flickers, driving anyone who pays attention to it mad, the buzzing of the chillers with their drinks and cold meals and the sound of the radio Simon hides playing softly under the counter.
He walks in wrapping his arm around your waist. “Make yourself at home dear, we've got all night, well… till 2 am, that's when they finally take me off so we can head back to my place, so try to stay awake til then, and of not, I'll just ‘accidentally’ drop some energy drinks and oh no, we have damaged drinks that will go to waste”. He says, and he'd do it too. You smile as he kisses your neck before moving away down an aisle. “Now as much as I'd love to stand and look at you, I actually have to do work or the boss yells at me for slacking off… again”. You chuckle softly as Simon starts putting stock out on the shelves, you decide to walk around the store a little, seeing the offers, what was on reduced, till you make your way to the ‘Employee of the Month” wall.
You look and see Simon there around six times, the last one is him covered in green paint from when he dressed up as a witch, how he got away with that you'll never know. You hadn't really looked at the board in detail til you noticed one month looked different, for another reason entirely. “Hey si?” You ask, a casual “hmm?” In return as he looks over the stock. “I know retail can be rough and all but… what the hell happened in April?” You stare at the picture, Simon looking, very disordered, as if he'd gone twelve rounds with a customer over a coupon or something. His hair a mess, a 5 o'clock shadow, the absolute bewildered look in his eyes. You've never seen him like this before and it baffled you completely.
He walks over, leaning next to you, “ahh, looking at your man's achievements, huh?” You roll your eyes. “More wondering what you did to look like this”. You go and point at that one picture of Simon, showing him which one you mean. Simon scoffs, laughing at the photo. “Oh that photo, yeah uh turns out people will go nuts over a sale. Your poor boyfriend had to be a cashier, get stock and play bodyguard, since the managers didn't schedule a lot of us so, yeah, had to break up a fight between two customers before that picture was taken. Also my electric shaver broke so I had to deal with a bit of stubble for a while”. You smile, staring at him, shaking your head. “Of course you did, my dear”. Simon smiles going up and hugging you again.
The rest of his shift goes along without a hitch, not a single customer comes in, not even a regular drunk for a change, Simon manages to finish stocking up, and at some point a song comes on causing Simon to grab you and have a waltz around the shop with you making you giggle. The dance ends with Simon dipping you before leaning down to kiss you, wanting it to be romantic despite not being in the most romantic place. Simon also finds a few cupcakes that were going out of date soon and you both decide to have a snack from the counter, Simon laughing at you getting cream on your nose as you eat. Before you both know it, two am rolls around and his coworker walks in.
You wave hello to them as they go to get ready in the break room to get Simon off his shift. You tell Simon you'll head to the car to get it warmed up for you pair as you leave the store. Simon nods and watches you head out back to the car. Simon's coworker comes down and spots him having a lovey-dovey look in his eyes to you. “You good there loverboy?” They tease, breaking him from his staring looking back at them. Simon nods quickly heading into the break room. Soon he walks back out in his hoodie, apron gone and his bag over his shoulder. He walks out to the car and jumps in, the heat hitting as he rubs his hands getting out of the cold. “Ready to head home?” You ask, he nods buckling his seat belt.
You drive off from the store heading back to Simon's place, you look over and already see him fighting off the sleep that is battling him. You smile as you see him doze off before snapping himself awake again. “Should have gotten those energy drinks before leaving…” He mutters before yawning hard. “Don't you start, I'll start” and you yawn soon after him. Luckily due to the clear night streets you end up back at his place in no time. You two make your way into his warm house, seeing as his parents weren't home for the night, he turns up the heating in the house before bringing you upstairs to his room.
Once there, he throws his bag, shoes, and jacket on the floor before collapsing onto his bed, immediately cuddling a pillow. You take your jacket and shoes off before climbing into bed next to him. He turns to see you next to him and automatically wraps his arms around you. Like they were always meant to be there, he nuzzles his face into your neck, soft, gentle kisses on your skin. "Thanks for coming to the store tonight, I'll make it up to you and order us some breakfast tomorrow morning from your favourite place. I would say I'd make you breakfast, but I don't want a redo of last time”. You softly chuckle, remembering waking up to the fire alarm going off and smelling smoke.
Somehow, Simon burnt the bacon and eggs so badly that he smoked the kitchen out, making it unusable for the rest of the day. “Yeah, probably best to order dear”. You can't help but bring your hand to his hair, following the small flick in his curls making him softly smile, taking your hand in his and kissing you softly as he feels sleep start to take over. He buried his face into your shoulder as you both started to sleep. “Goodnight si…” you mutter, barely getting the words out. “Goodnight love” He mutters against your skin just before he, too, passes out.
Summary: After having treat after treat for valentines day, Dmitri has one more sweet treat to try.
Tags/warnings: 18+, mdni, use of drugs (reader is given aphrodisiac chocolate), suggestive language
Authors notes: I used Google for the Russian translations, so sorry if it is wrong
moya lyubov-my love
dir- dear
Thos is for the valentines Day event @fredhechingerfrenzy with the prompt chocolate
Word count: 729
Dmitri never half assed a celebration, especially when it came to you two. Your birthdays, your anniversaries, and tonight your valentines day. Started off with him taking you out to a luxurious breakfast place then to let you relax at the spa for a bit, obviously he paid for the most expensive one, picking you up afterwards for a nice walk around the lake before finally getting you all dressed up for your dinner.
It had been a magical day but just because it was night time didn't mean it was over. After your wine and dine experience at a fancy restaurant, Dmitri takes you back to the penthouse and opens up a bottle of champagne for you two, pouring it into two glasses. “Happy valentines day, moya lyubov”. He says, his Russian coming out. You always liked when you used Russian for your nicknames, even if you couldn't always remember what they meant.
You two start drinking your champagne as he turns on some classic music, he comes up, takes your drink away and wraps one arm around your waist the other holding your hand and you hold onto his shoulder with the other. You two sway slowly in the kitchen, your head on his chest, eyes closed, feeling his chin on top of your head before he kisses it. “I love you, my darling”, he whispers against your hair, making you smile. You two dance a few more songs before Dmitri pulls away, placing his fingers under your chin to tilt your head up so you look up at him, before he leans in and kisses you.
At first the kiss is soft and slow, before it starts to get more passionate, Dmitri's hand going from your chin, to cupping your cheek before lightly around your throat, no pressure just keeping it there. You're no better, your hands now running through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up as he gently pushes you against the kitchen counter, sitting you on top. The kiss continues, your body pressed against each other, he takes your thighs in his hands holding them to wrap around him, as your hands trail up and down his chest before you start to unbutton his shirt. He suddenly pulls away, with that all too familiar grin. “Before we get too ahead of ourselves, I've got an idea I'd like to try”. Before you can say anything he picks you up carrying you into the bedroom.
He places you gently on the silk sheets of the bed before moving back “don't move, I'll be right back”. He leaves you for a moment for his office before walking back in after a few minutes. He pulls out a packet, opening it, two pieces of chocolate come out of it. “You want to try chocolate in bed?” You ask confused, making him chuckle. “lts not just any chocolate my love”. He shows you the packet, seeing a brand name, followed by ‘Aphrodisiac chocolate'. “You want to try sex chocolate?” you ask, making Dmitri laugh a little.
He takes his piece and eats it. “If that's what you want to call it. I saw this online and wanted to try it out. Of course, I researched making sure I used a good brand, and this one had pretty good reviews. All it does is increase blood flow and sensitivity in… certain areas, love, that's all. So you wanna try it?” He holds the piece of chocolate out in front of your face. You look him in his eyes as you take the piece between your lips and eat it, making him groan softly as he watches.
He puts the packet on the bedside table before lying down, pulling you with him. “Never thought you'd need horny chocolate for sex”
“I don't need it, especially when I have you in bed with me. It takes about… twenty to thirty minutes to kick in, so you want to make out beforehand?” You don't even answer, pulling him in for a kiss as you lean on top of him. Your hands slowly undress each other as you wait for the chocolate to kick in, and when it does, god, do you both feel it. Let's just say Dmitri's guards would be very happy to know that they were off duty for the night and avoided hearing you scream Dmitri's name all night.
Summary: you were spending the night over at Danny's parents place, however it goes a very different way than you expected
Authors notes: 18+, mdni, unprotected, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, sex at parents house, nearly caught
This is for week three of Danny week- hands
@fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 2.2k
This wasn't how you'd imagined tonight going. Danny had invited you to spend the night with him and his parents. His mom and dad, Gail and Alan, were very sweet, a bit odd but sweet. You could tell they loved Daniel very much and wanted to protect him. They shared stories of him when he was younger, him and his grandma Thelma, who you'd already met. All in all, it was lovely to finally meet his parents.
He took you up to his room, there wasn't much there: his bed, laptop, some clothes here and there, and Danny looking adorably embarrassed as he tried to hide the mess in his room. “So uh, if you want to, we can share my bed” it was like he'd forgotten the two of you already share a bed when he comes over to see you, you nod. You see Danny relax a little before he walks up, giving you a sweet kiss, his hands against your cheeks.
Later that night, his parents had already gone to bed for the night. As they went past, they called out goodnight to the pair. You two say it back as you cuddle up on his bed to watch a movie on his laptop. You're dressed in some sleep shorts and one of his shirts that cover up to your mid thighs, Danny in a shirt and sweatpants. It soon reaches past midnight when you start to get hungry and mutter between films about getting a snack. You move away from Danny's arms as you carefully go downstairs to the kitchen, seeing what's to eat.
You decide to make a sandwich, get some bread, butter, and chicken slices, and you start making your food. You hear footsteps come down making you freeze, thinking you've accidentally disturbed his parents when it was Danny turning up in the kitchen “hey baby” you say before turning back to your sandwich. You feel him behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, his hands wrapping around your waist holding you against him. He just felt really touchy right now, feeling your back against his chest, your heat against his, how pretty your hair looked messy, how cute you looked in his shirt, and how good your legs looked in those sleep shorts.
His mind soon starts to wonder, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands holding your waist in place as your legs wrap around his waist as he - oh god! He can feel himself get hard behind you, pressed against you. He can't control himself before he starts kissing your neck. You can feel his lips softly press against your neck, his beard slightly brushing against you. It felt good, really good. You bite your lip softly, a small moan from your throat. That was all Danny needed.
His hands begin to wander up and down your body, slowly going under your shirt, teasing your skin as his fingers trail over your soft skin, slowly moving towards your chest. They move to gently squeeze your breasts, his lips moving slightly rougher against your neck, biting it softly. You clutch the butter knife in your hand as you try to hold back your moans. His hands pinch at your nipples making you gasp, pushing your chest out into his hands more.
He goes back to playing with them before one of his hands trails down your body, playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Can I, baby?” He asks against your skin, you glance behind at him and nod. His lips hungrily kiss your neck again as his hand slips under your sleep shorts. You don't wear panties to bed, so all he can feel is your soft skin as he goes further between your legs til he finally reaches your folds.
His middle finger slowly moves back and forth between your legs, lightly teasing your clit, not yet entering you. His other hand still plays with your breast, his lips having moved to the other side of your neck, marking that side up now. You breathlessly moan, careful not to wake his parents upstairs… oh god if they came down and saw you two like this… that thought quickly leaves your head as you feel two of Danny's fingers rub your clit in circles, causing a soft moan to leave your lips.
Danny moans against your skin, god he loved seeing you like this, barely holding yourself together, he can't help but slowly grind against your ass, his cock rubbing against you through your clothes. You bite your lip hard, soft whimpers leaving your lips as his fingers speed up, rubbing your clit faster. “Oh fuck…” you moan out breathlessly.
“Shh baby, stay quiet, and you'll get something more than just my fingers”. He moans into your ear, making you blush at the idea of what he'd do to you. His fingers leave your clit alone before slowly going back between your legs, your legs spread a little giving him better access. He rubs up and down your entrance before slowly sliding the two inside you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him more room to mark up your skin. “That feel good, baby? My fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours?” He says softly, biting your earlobe.
You feel his thumb now rubbing your clit as his fingers pick up speed making your eyes roll back. Whimpers and moans leave your lips as you bite your lip hard, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. His fingers slide deeper inside you now, taking both fingers fully inside, he finds that one spot inside you that makes you crazy and hits it, making you gasp, one of your hands moving back to grip him. His thumb rubs faster, your toes curling in pleasure, his other hand still against your breast, holding you against him, his cock still rubbing against your ass, it's all too much. “Baby… i-im close…” You moan out softly.
“Do it sweetheart, cum on my fingers, just for me”. That was all you needed to hear, your hand quickly covering your mouth before a loud moan escapes, your body shakes as you cum, covering his hand in your juices, your body shakes in his hold, the muffled moans against your hand as your orgasm dies down. You pant softly against his chest, you head against his shoulder, before you two could move on you hear a noise from upstairs making you both freeze, having forgotten his parents. Luckily the noise soon stops and you both relax again as he pulls his fingers out of your shorts, sucking them clean.
You blush watching him, your chest still panting slightly before Danny turns you around, moving your half made sandwich out of the way and putting you on top of the counter. He leans up to kiss you softly, his hand against your cheek. “Are you ready for more baby? Or did you need a break or stop?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were okay. You nod, desperate for more.
“Yes baby, please”. You beg softly, making him smile, kissing you again. He moves his sweatpants down enough for his cock to come out, you bit your lip looking down at it before he moves your shorts to the side, enough for him to press himself against you.
“You ready?” He asks, having one last check, you nod, your hands around his shoulders. He slowly slides into you, his thickness stretching you a little, both of you gasping as you try to stay quiet. His hand wraps around your thighs, pulling them against him, wrapping around his waist. He starts to thrust into you, your face buried in his shoulder muffling your gasps of pleasure as he thrusts in and out of you slowly. You're still slightly sensitive from your last orgasm making you tighter around him, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure as you both hold each other.
You two grip hold of each other, lost in your own world as he takes his time, feeling you clutch around him with every thrust inside. Small whimpers and moans muffled against his shoulder as you can barely speak. He has one arm wrapped around your back, the other in your hair, holding you so gently. As much as he'd love to thrust nice and hard into you, to feel you cum hard around him, he can't, not wanting to be caught like this by his parents.
He starts to feel you flutter around him, making him bite his lip as he feels you get close again and so soon. “You sensitive baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” He says softly into your ear, you nod not trusting yourself to speak, being so close to cumming again. He speeds up a little with his thrusts making you shake, biting down on his shoulder as you get closer. “Come on baby, cum on the cock, wanna feel you fucking lose it around me, that pretty pussy clutch around me, come on darling”.
That dirty talk was all you could handle before you cum again, your moans loudly, muffled into his shoulder as your body shakes hard in his hold, your eyes rolling back as you cum, your wetness against the counter. He holds you against him as he starts to feel close to, pulling out of your overestimulated pussy and jerking off soon coming against the counter as well. Both of you panting messes as your head rests against the cabinets behind you, his head against your shoulder. He looks up at you, kissing you softly, knowing you need a bit of time to calm down. He quickly moves his sweatpants back up, as well as moving your shirts back in place. He gets some paper towels to wipe the counter, cleans of your messes, double making sure he's gotten everything so nothing looks suspicious that morning. He pulls you off the counter slowly, your face flushed by what just happened. He holds you, his arms back around your waist. “You okay?” He asks, you nod. He softly kisses you again. You two are so caught up in your kiss that you didn't notice his dad in the hallway. “You two - oh sorry”. You both jumped, moving away from each other. You hoped to god he didn't see anything from earlier. “I uh, just thought I heard something down here and came to see if something was wrong”.
“N-no dad, we're good just, getting some snacks”. Danny says embarrassed, at least it didn't seem like he knew anything about what happened moments ago. His dad nods, telling you two to not stay up too late before heading back upstairs. You both relax. “Okay, we're clear… fuck if he'd come down five minutes earlier”. He says making you huff out a laugh.
“Maybe for now we keep the bedroom activities in the bedroom, or at least wait til your parents aren't around before doing anything”. You say, and you try to compose yourself and finish making your sandwich. He smiles, grabbing a couple of drinks as you finish making your sandwich. You two head back upstairs to his room, his laptop having gone off from how long it wasn't in use. You both climb back into bed like nothing had happened downstairs, his arm back around your shoulders, your head back against his chest as you dig into your snack, and he gets the movie on again.
At some point, the pair of you had fallen asleep, and you weren't sure when, but you both woke up, cuddling each other the next morning. Danny wakes up, and the first thing he notices are the dark marks he left all over your neck… shit. “Uhh, baby? I really hope you brought some makeup with you because i uh… may have gotten carried away last night”. You're confused, still half asleep, looking puzzled before getting up and looking at yourself with your phone camera. Your eyes widen as you wake up, seeing all the marks across your neck.
“Danny!” You whisper-yell at him throwing a pillow at him.
“Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I just, I got caught up in the moment”. He explains. You roll your eyes, thankful you remembered to bring some foundation with you, whether or not it worked that was a different story. “You're not mad, right?” He asks.
“No Danny I'm not mad, but maybe next time, don't act like a vampire who had their fangs filed down”. You say half jokingly, making him smile.
“Well at least I got to see how much I affected you last night”. You throw the other pillow at him, making him laugh this time as he catches it. You two cuddle a little as you sort out your neck, making the marks less noticeable. Danny smiles watching you, remembering all your moans and whimpers from the night before. He looks at the clock, seeing it's nearly eleven in the morning. He knows his parents are gonna tell him ‘that's too late to sleep in’ or some other form of that. But he doesn't care, not this time, not with you with him. He knows he made the right choice when he asked you out months ago, and honestly, he would never look back.
Summary: It was supposed to be a fun day, going to the nail salon before your date with Simon, unfortunately the world had a different idea and you were stuck in bed sick, but just because your sick doesn't mean you can't have pretty nails.
Authors note: this is for week 3 of Simon week- nail polish @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 1.1k
You were so looking forward to it, you'd never had your nails professionally done before and we're excited to finally get them all nice and pretty for your date with Simon later that day… that was till you got hit with an awful cold. At first you thought you'd be fine, until it became almost impossible to breathe from your blocked nose, your throat in raw pain from every swallow and the lights hurting your eyes so badly you lay in bed in the dark. No pretty nails today, and there is no date tonight.
You had already rang both the nail salon and Simon to cancel on both saying you were too sick to make it, luckily the nail salon understood and Simon told you to get better soon. You were lying in bed, TV being the only light your eyes could handle, sniffling from your dripping nose, hoping sleep would finally come, only to hear knocking on your window. You thought you were hallucinating til the knock came again and you finally turned around ... Simon?
You groggily get up, body aching as you open the window for him. “What the hell are you doing?” You ask moving back as he ungracefully falls from the window on the floor after tripping on the ledge.
“Well, I knew you had your nail appointment so”. That's when you notice the bag on his back. He throws it down on the bed, grunting before zipping it open, and inside, there are little bottles of nail polish. “I had Kate let me borrow hers since I wanted you to still have your nail salon experience.” He explains as he pours the bag over the bottles spilling out, clinking together. He has all sorts, simple colours, metallic finish, glitter, colour changing holographic nails, all sorts.
“Now I can't guarantee that I can do all those nail shapes and cool designs you might have wanted but I can at least make your nails look pretty, now you pick what colour or colours you want and I'll go make you some tea to soothe your pretty throat”. Before you could say anything Simon was already out the room and downstairs making you a hot drink, you cough hard as you look over the colours, there were so many to choose from, blues and pinks and greens and violets and oranges and… everything. You were planning on matching it with your shoes for your date but as you didn't need them anymore you decided to play it safe and go with your favourite colour.
Simon appears with a hot cup of tea with honey and lemon “Hey we are, now has my client decided on their choice of colour?” He asks, putting the drink carefully next to you on the bed. You nod showing him the bottle. “Of course, I should have known and told Kate not to bother with the other colours”. He jokes, putting the others colours away before getting a 4 way nail filer, one side to file them down, one to remove ridges, one to smooth them and the last to buff your nails making them shine. “Where the hell did you get this?” You ask picking it up
“Kate. What do you think I'd be an amateur and only paint your nails? Not on my watch. My sick baby wishes to be pampered, and pampered they shall be”.
He starts filing down your nails, and you turn your head to cough, not wanting to get Simon sick. He soon moves on to the other side, smoothing and buffing your nails, making them shine. You couldn't lie. You were impressed he had some idea of what he was doing. Turns out Kate had been doing his nails and teaching him a thing or two about how to do them. Finally, the painting could begin. He takes one of your hands, using an old book as the table for your hand to rest on, your other hand holding your mug of tea to sip. Your coughing keeps happening, making Simon wince a little at how hard you cough. “Want me to get you some cough medicine?” He asks, already standing up as you nod your head.
He's already down the hallway by the time you stop coughing. He soon comes back with the cough medicine and a spoon, in between being your nail tech, he's also your nurse. He gives the amount needed before putting it to the side, the medicine, soothing your throat. Simon gives you a small peck on your nose, knowing he shouldn't kiss you but aware he might have already caught your cold, but he doesn't care, he just wanted to get your mind off your cold for a while. He goes back to painting your nails, taking his time not wanting to get polish everywhere. His tongue sticks out as he concentrates, making sure the polish is even on your nails.
After a couple of layers and a finally blow dry, aka Simon blowing on your nails, you see the colour on your nails and smile, the first time you've smiled since getting sick, sniffling again. “They're beautiful Simon”. You mutter, your voice low so as to not hurt your throat too bad. He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I would offer to spend the night, but that's probably not a smart idea with you all snorty and gross” he jokes, you playfully shove him. He laughs before saying “and don't worry about payment, I take snacks and kisses as currency for my services, but I'm sure we can sort that out when you come back to school”. You smile.
"Thank you Simon… you really didn't have to do this”.
“I know, but I wanted to, couldn't let my baby stay sick and unhappy in bed after not being able to have our date, plus we can always reschedule it, now you stay in bed and get some rest love, school is boring without you so you better get better quickly”. He jokes, smiling before pressing one last kiss to the top of your head before taking his bag full of Kate’s polish and climbing out your window. It doesn't take long for sleep to finally overcome you for the night, the TV still being the only light on in the room. After that week, you finally feel better, your nose clear, your headaches gone, and finally, you could eat food again. The problem? Simon was now sick in bed, with your cold.
“That's what you get for seeing me while I'm ill” you tell him, having come over to check on him. He sniffles, a piece of tissue paper up his nose. “Yeah well, it was worth it to see you smile”. He says before sneezing, groaning at the pain in his throat. The nail polish from that night is still on your nails though now cracked and slowly leaving your nails, you smile thinking about how this boy you loved risked getting sick just to make you smile, and if that's not love, you don't know what is.
